The Chinese, whom Colonel Harrif called Mr. Chen, smiled and replied in the same English: "Dear Colonel, on the night of your uprising, I have sent my best men on the fastest horses to report the news, and they will surely come as fast as they can when they get the news here. Although the battle had been going on for three days, the British did not have much of a precedent. ”

"But my soldiers kept falling, and even some damned cowards were starting to complain that we shouldn't have started such an uprising. If it drags on any longer, it will not only be my soldiers who will die, Mr. Chen. "Colonel Khalif's vicious threat only earned Mr. Chen a dismissive, but still very modest smile." Don't worry, be patient, we just need a little patience now, everything can be solved, and you, Colonel Harif, will get the reward you deserve, believe me, we Chinese are the most trustworthy in our promises. ”

Colonel Harif stared at Mr. Chan intensely, as if he had drilled a deep hole in his face with his sharp gaze, but the smile that was calm and calm gave him a sense of powerlessness from the bottom of his heart.

"Damn, okay, we'll keep waiting, but we hope you can provide the ammunition our soldiers need in time." Harif decided not to continue to dwell on the issue of reinforcements, in short, if he ultimately failed, he would let the Chinese taste his strength.

What's more, he can't offend this guy for the time being, because he represents almost all of Europe, as well as the powerful East. If it weren't for the temptation of the Europeans to stir up and make him irresistible promises, and the damned English infidels' paranoia that angered almost everyone. Khalif, the high-caste Bengali nobleman, said that he was not willing to risk his life to direct and coordinate the uprising.

"Of course, honorable colonel, a large amount of ammunition was unloaded on the docks before I arrived here, enough for you to use for another three days." Mr. Chen said with a smile.

"Very well, now I'm going to see if my soldiers continue to fight bravely, do you want to go with me?" Colonel Harif stood up, his uniform squeezing his bloated fat tires out of his body.

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"No, I still have a lot of things to deal with, and besides, I'm more peace-loving than a battlefield full of gunpowder. Goodbye, if you need anything, just let someone come to me, I'll be there for you," Mr. Chan smiled, bowed to the Colonel Harrif, and left.

"This damn guy looks like a particularly cunning and sinister character no matter how you look at it." Colonel Harif looked at Mr. Chen's back and said to his nephew Shah Rukh beside him.

"Perhaps, uncle, but he has helped us a lot, he has provided us with a lot of vegetable oil, and those ammunition that has been impregnated with vegetable oil, otherwise, I really don't know how many soldiers will take up their guns and fight now, and the thought of those damned English people slaughtering our holy relics and using their grease for bullets, oh my God, may Lord Shiva send down the fire of destruction and burn these disgusting creatures." Shah Rukh angrily spat viciously in the direction of the eastern city, the British quarter.

"Well, what's going on with those Indian idiots today?" Lord Dundas, chairman of the Board of Supervisors of the British East India Company, opened his puffy, blackened eyes and asked Brigadier General Mailer of the British Imperial Army, who had entered his office.

"No, they launched an attack in the early hours of this morning in an attempt to break through our defenses, and in the end they only left behind hundreds of corpses and retreated to the side of Blacktown. I really don't know what nerve is wrong with these Indian, until now, they have been in a stalemate with us here for three whole days, although we have achieved a lot of victories, but their numbers are too many, and our soldiers have been quite tired after a series of battles, if it were not for those people who spontaneously joined the battle, I am afraid that now it is not us who attack, but can only defend. Mailer sat down on the couch and closed his tired eyes, and the battle made him emaciated, and he lost a lot of weight.

"Rest assured, I have given orders to the Bengali garrison, and by tomorrow morning at the latest, two thousand brave soldiers will arrive in Calcutta, and by that time I will see if these Indian will have the courage to face the army of our British Empire." Lord Dundas stood up and gave an order to the squire standing beside him, then walked over to the chair next to Brigadier General Namel and sat down.

"Hopefully they will arrive sooner, Mr. President, the point of the matter now is not whether our soldiers will arrive in time, but what seems to be a conspiracy on the part of these Indian, who are desperately guarding the Indian quarters, and from time to time they are launching counterattacks against us, in order to delay us in regaining control of all of Kolkata."

"The conspiracy, of course, is, how could they possibly get those muskets and ammunition packs that use vegetable oil instead of animal fat in the shortest possible time if there is no one behind them." The corners of Lord Dundath's mouth showed a hint of cruelty. "Who, apart from our European neighbors, has such capabilities?"

At this time, the attendant brought black tea and some small snacks, and Brigadier General Mailer was not polite, so he ate it directly, ate a whole plate of dim sum, and after drinking a cup of black tea, his face was a little refreshed. "Mr. President, who do you think it will be?"

Hearing Mailer's inquiry, Lord Dundas blinked his puffy eyes: "I don't know, our British Empire has too many enemies in Europe, and no one can predict who the backers of the Indians are, but only the Spaniards and the Netherlands have the courage to confront us in the East, and of course, the French also have this ability." The Spaniards have already lost ground here, and our fleet has taken over Manila, and they have no chance of doing such a thing. And the attention of the French was already drawn to the place called Annan. So, I really can't think of anyone else but the Netherlands? ”

"Dutch, damn it, they're always that nasty. This time, we must not allow them to continue to wander in the East, and we must let them know how serious the price of offending the British Empire must be. Brigadier General Mailer filled his stomach with a snack, and his tone of voice became much more powerful. I am confident that, after this experience, the attitude of Parliament and His Majesty the King towards the Netherlands should be able to remain downright tough. ”

At this moment, a sweaty officer hurriedly jumped off his horse, pushed away the people who stood in front of him, and hurriedly strode inside, his hurried steps echoing in the somewhat empty corridor, looking so empty and hurried, echoing in cascading like the rhythm of the drumbeat of death.

Soon, the door to Lord Dundas's office, which had been closed, was pushed open again, and the British [***] officer strode in: "Mr. Chairman, Your Excellency, General, the situation is very bad. ”

"What did you say?" Brigadier General Mailer stood up from his chair, looked at the young officer and said in a deep voice: "Major Lennon, what has happened. "This Lignon Major is a cavalry major, and after the war began, his task was to harass the rear supply lines of these Indians, and to reconnoiter the enemy around Calcutta, but now, he actually appeared here, it seems that there must be some very bad news, otherwise, he would not have arrived here in person.

"All of them came here, the Dutch, the French, the Spaniards, the Swedes...... Their army was approaching here, less than fifteen miles south of Calcutta, and numbered nearly 10,000 men. "The news brought by Major Lennon changed in unison with Lord Maile and Dundas.

Major Lennon took a breath and continued, "There are quite a few Indians in their ranks, and they are dressed in the same clothes as the Indian mercenaries we have recruited, and it seems that they are on the same side as the Indian mercenaries who are making trouble. ”

Lord Dundath's eyes widened, and the flesh on his face trembled with rage, his hands raised high, his fists fluttering, and a dry roar echoed through the office: "They...... What do they want to do, don't they know that this is a colony of our British Empire? Those damn pigs, they should all go to hell. ”

"Mr. President, please calm down, now we must evacuate Kolkata immediately. Fifteen miles, it won't take long for them to appear under the city of Calcutta, and now, although we have most of the city of Calcutta, the south gate is still in the hands of those damned Indians, and we can't get rid of those Indians in such a short time. Brigadier General Mailer's expression was extremely ugly.

Lord Dundas turned his head viciously and stared at Brigadier General Namel, his voice cold and hoarse: "Evacuate Calcutta?" General, where do you want me to go? This is the land where we first set foot in India, where there are tens of thousands of people of the British Empire, if we evacuate, then, have you considered the fate of our people of the British Empire? Those damned Indians are not civilized people, will they spare the British who have given up their resistance? ”

"Negotiate, we need to negotiate, Major Lennon, take your men, and my letter of assistance, stop those damned robbers, tell them that we can give whatever they need, but they must help us get rid of these Indian niggas, even if we give up the rights of the British Empire in India I will agree." Lord Dundath's grey eyes shone with cruelty and cunning, like the wicked old crow on the cross of the church, tasting a piece of rotten rotten flesh.

(To be continued)