"Did it?" Zou Yu wiped the sweat from his face, and looked at the messenger sent by the cavalry reinforcement regiment who hurried from the north, and couldn't help but be slightly stunned. 【】

"No, it's already done." The messenger who jumped off the horse couldn't close his mouth, but he didn't expect that Master Zou, who was known as Taishan Collapse, would not become, actually showed a surprised expression.

"I knew that your head of the regiment might be having a lot of fun in the city of Miyanvali at this time, right?" Zou Yu shook his head and said lightly, just between breaths, the expression on his face had already returned to his usual calmness. "Looks like your cavalry regiment hasn't had a good rest for two days, right?"

"Uh, how do you know, Master Zou?" The messenger of the cavalry regiment couldn't help but be stunned, and subconsciously asked.

"Who doesn't know what your regiment leader is? As long as there is a fight, it can run faster than a rabbit. Your cavalry regiment must be cruising around the city of Bahawalpur, and it must have been a struggle to get to Miyanvali so quickly, am I right? Zou Yu said coldly. Hearing this incomparably accurate analysis, the messenger of the cavalry regiment could not help but be speechless for a moment.

Looking at the somewhat dumbfounded messenger of the cavalry regiment, a smile flashed in Zou Yu's eyes: "Tell your regiment commander, strengthen vigilance, tonight, we will rush to Miyanvali City to assist in the defense, by the way, since your cavalry regiment has arrived early, then let your regiment commander prepare more meals and hot water, my brothers will feel at home when they arrive, you say, right?" ”

"Huh? ......" The cavalry courier was dumbfounded.

"Ahh Zou Yu's face was pale, so frightened that the messenger of the cavalry regiment couldn't help but snort, and after saluting quickly, he rushed to the side and jumped off the horse and galloped away.

"Hmph, I want to surprise Lao Tzu, wait until your cavalry regiment can knock Lahore down at once." Zou Yu shook his head, turned around, and looked at his army that was moving silently, and his heart couldn't help but stir. "Everyone, work harder, get to Miyanwala early, the brethren of the cavalry regiment are already preparing food and hot water for us, and have a good night's rest for the coming fierce battle!"

"Yes! Teachers. After hearing the news, the soldiers of the 117th Division, who had been hurrying silently, were all smiling.

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The large force of the 117th Division was like a black dragon, winding towards the north, and the news that the city of Miyanvali had been occupied by the Chinese army was not received until the afternoon of the next day, when the Indian kings of the city of Jangmagiana and the combined Sikh army received the news.

Sikh coach Ranjid. When Singh heard the news, he was so surprised that he almost lost a handful of his beard, and immediately went murderously to find the Indian king whose territory was in Miyanwali.

Soon, the whole camp knew that a Chinese army had attacked a small city in the rear, Miyanvali, although it was a small city, but when everyone saw the location of Miyanvali on the map, they couldn't help but gasp again and again.

Although the city is small, but the bad thing is that the city of Miyanvali happens to be like a nail, stuck between Peshawar, Rawalpindi and Lahore, if there is a Chinese army with strong destructive power here, then as long as the coalition army goes south to attack the city of Multan, this army will attack any of the three cities, and the coalition army will inevitably be in chaos.

Because among the main forces of the coalition army, the Sikhs account for a large weight, and their important town Peshawar can almost be said to be the last important stronghold of the Sikhs to resist the Chinese, if there is a loss here, then the Sikh base camp will be exposed to the iron heel of the Chinese army.

And if Rawalpindi is attacked, once the richest and most luxurious city in Uttar Pradesh falls, the vast wealth of Uttar Pradesh will almost change hands, and Lahore cannot afford to lose, if the city of Lahore, the holy city in the hearts of the Halal believers in India, is lost, then at least more than a third of the allied army of Uttar Pradesh will go crazy.

Moreover, Amritsar, which is only a hundred miles east of Lahore, is the holy city in the minds of the Sikhs, and in a word, if any of these three cities were attacked, the coalition would collapse.

What to do? A sharp and heavy question was in front of this coalition army, and the British commissioners who were hiding in this coalition army were all dumbfounded.

In order to deal with the Chinese, their intention was to attack the nearest city of Multan, force the Chinese army to concentrate, and then try to encourage the local kings to attack the Chinese towns with weak garrison capabilities, only in this way can the Chinese army be in chaos without a fight, and when the time comes, they will be able to occupy a favorable position, but try to persuade those European compatriots who are watching to join the war group and deal with those Chinese together.

But now, the other party did not care at all about the Indian coalition army, which was approaching less than three hundred miles away from Multan City, and rashly went north and took the city of Miyanvali by surprise attack, which made this coalition army a little dilemma.

"Colonel Freeman, we need to go back north and recapture Myanvali immediately, otherwise, it will not be just a matter of disarray." As the commander of the coalition forces, the Grand Prince of Hyderabad, Assafjahi. Goshir looked agitated, his angry saliva almost enough to give the chief of the British commissioner's delegation, Colonel Freeman, a bath.

"However, if Multan is not taken, even if we defeat the Chinese army that occupies Miyanvali, we will not be able to take the initiative in the war." Colonel Freeman was eager to destroy the damned indigenous Indian prince with the smell of foul curry all over his body, but for this war, the British Empire had moved almost all their possessions from the East, and had even spent a lot of money on tens of thousands of pounds of mutton fat, just to prevent another incident like the one that triggered the damned rebellion of the Indian servants because of the use of butter and lard to keep guns and bullets waterproof.

"The city of Multan is a strong fortress, although our coalition army is outnumbered, but we lack enough artillery, it will take a lot of time to take the city of Multan, but those damned Chinese troops have captured Miyanvali and are ready to attack the important towns of our Uttar Pradesh." Assafjahi shook his head.

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"That's right, we must settle our worries before attacking Multan City, otherwise, our Sikh army will abandon its alliance with these halals, and we must go back to defend our homeland and territory from being overrun by those damned Chinese thugs." Sikh coach Ranjid. Singh gritted his teeth and made his attitude indignant.

A princely king jumped out and said loudly: "The city of Miyanvali is neither tall nor strong, it is only a small city with a population of less than 100,000, and it is only a little farther away from the location of our current garrison than the city of Multan, first clean up this Chinese army flowing behind us, then, we can not only relieve our worries, but also let more princely kings see the strength of our coalition army, and let more princely kings join us!" ”

His proposal won the approval of almost everyone in the re-appearance. Looking at these princely kings, Colonel Freeman took a deep breath, and finally managed to squeeze out a reserved smile. "Well, my honorable Excellencies, I agree with your suggestion, but I hope that all of you will keep our promise to take the city of Miyanvali and turn south to attack Multan, the important town of the Chinese on the Indus River."

"I swear in the name of Allah that we will keep our promise to you British." The allied commander, Assafjahi, took a solemn oath when he saw that the British commander had agreed to his request.

"Well, this is the end of the meeting, and goodbye, distinguished Excellencies, we will set out tomorrow morning north, towards Mijanvali, and our British Empire troops will follow the coalition forces." Colonel Freeman said goodbye to the commanders of the Indian coalition forces on this side, and left the tent without looking back.

"Well, that's the end of the meeting, and lo and behold, this Englishman is arrogant. Who does he think he is? A princely king said there in the tone of Colonel Friman. There was a burst of happy laughter.

"The army of the British Empire, with their fifty small cannons, plus less than a thousand troops, can also be called an army, look at our Indian army, they are simply an insignificant ant at the foot of an elephant."

"If they hadn't given us so many muskets and artillery, I wouldn't have worked hard for these damned, arrogant Brits."

"Everyone, please be quiet, please be quiet." The commander of the coalition army, Assafjahi, raised his hands and finally shut up these arrogant guys, and then shook his thick beard majestically and said in a deep voice: "Everyone, we are not only helping those cunning and greedy British, but also helping ourselves. Don't forget, those damned Chinese have taken over the most fertile land in our Indus Valley, driven our people to flee their homes, and for the sake of the peace of the Indus Valley, we must take up arms and make these Chinese understand who is the master of this land. ”

"That's right, I'm going to take a Chinese head and make a beautiful, gem-encrusted barware." A rough-looking princely general stood up and raised his glass. "In the name of Allah, we will make those Chinese pay a heavy price!"

"Thank God, in the name of God, we will let those Chinese know the strength of our Sikh lions!" Sikh coach Ranjid. Singh shook his curls like a lion's mane and roared loudly.

(To be continued)