"No, I won't allow it, how can you do that?! The city of Miyanvali is right in front of our eyes, and we could take it at any moment, so how can you leave now? "Colonel Freeman thinks he's going crazy, don't they have a shred of credibility with these damned Indians?

Previously, the plan to attack the city of Multan was temporarily halted because of the Chinese 117th Division that occupied the city of Miyanvali, and the coalition army swung north, but the annoying Chinese cavalry was not very annoying, and finally arrived at the city of Miyanvali, and when these damned Indian indigenous coalition forces found that this inconspicuous little city had become a difficult bone to gnaw because of those Chinese troops, the grievances began to spread among the coalition forces. 【Reading.com】

Every time the coalition forces attacked the city, they seemed so cautious, not only to guard against the artillery fire in the city, but more importantly, to defend the Chinese cavalry cruising on the periphery of the coalition army, and the elusive cavalry regiment lingered like a dark cloud hovering over the heads of the coalition soldiers.

It is precisely because of the existence of this cavalry that the logistics of the coalition army have become heavy, and they have to send heavy troops to transport grain and grass, and no one thought that at this time, the messenger from Delhi, the capital of the Mughal Empire, was able to arrive at the coalition camp safe and sound, but it brought even more unfortunate news, when the high-level of the coalition army learned that the barrier of Delhi, the capital of the Mughal Empire, was besieged, a considerable part of the people were first schadenfreude, but what followed was a panic that sent chills down their spines.

No one expected that the Chinese army would launch a large army to directly subordinate the capital of the Mughal Empire, despite the fact that their troops were trapped in the city of Miyanwali.

Nearly 20,000 soldiers in the coalition were Mughal soldiers, and after receiving the news from the messenger, the general who led the Mughal Empire to help immediately expressed his desire to return to Delhi, which triggered Colonel Freeman's almost crazy roar.

"It's not a question of what you allow or not, Mr. Colonel, and take note that this is India, not your British territory." The Mughal general Kharif glanced at the goods coldly, stood up, and bowed slightly arrogantly to the commander of the coalition army, Assafjahi: "Your Royal Highness, Prince of Hyderabad, please forgive me for taking the liberty of leaving for the sake of the Mughal Empire. ”

"Don't you Mughal Empire believe in keeping promises?!" Assafjahi grimaced his face and stared viciously at the Mughal Harif general, gritting his teeth.

"Of course, we in the Mughal Empire will keep our promises, but we will have to wait until we have dealt with the invaders who dare to invade our empire." General Khalif pressed the richly decorated scimitar on his waist with a look of disdain, if it weren't for the British's refusal of the Mughal Empire's request to be the commander-in-chief of the coalition forces on the grounds that the princes of the Indian princely states were afraid of being annexed by the Mughal Empire again, where would it be the turn of a small princely prince like Assafjahi to sit in the center of the tent.

Assafjahi couldn't help but slap the desk on the desk and stood up. "Harif, don't forget, this alliance is to deal with those damn Chinese, and you will pay the due price for the selfishness of your Mughal Empire!"

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"Dear Prince Assafjahi, I will bring your words to our noble majesty," the arrogant Harif sneered.

After some time, Lieutenant Colonel Karui, who had escaped the shadow of the ambush battle, once again acted as a peacemaker: "Gentlemen, please calm down, please calm down first, okay?" We are allies on the same front, and if we were to fight among ourselves at this time, our enemies would surely be hiding from the side and watching the joke. He glanced at Prince Assafjahi from a position that the general could not see.

Assafjahi was slightly stunned, and then he understood the intention of this British lieutenant colonel, and secretly scolded this British guy in his heart for being shameless and dirty, but he had to admit that this was the best way.

"General Khalif, you have violated the goals and promises of our coalition forces, do you agree to temporarily deprive this general of his command until he comes to his senses and understands his duties and responsibilities?" Assafjahi smiled coldly, loudly bewitching the coalition commanders present.

"Asafja, you damn bastard, what do you want to do? Do you want to fight the main enemy of the Mughal Empire? Harif roared angrily, and the ornate sword at his waist was already half exposed.

Assafjahi glanced at him, and saw that the big men who had been standing around the tent had all come up with their scimitars unsheathed and surrounded them with murderous vigour.

The blood-devouring fierce gaze and the cold glow of the scimitar with a shiny handle made General Khalif and the two soldiers shudder.

Soon, the indignant General Kharif was "invited" to a side tent by the guards in the Assaf Jahi tent and placed under house arrest.

As for Assafjahi's move, although it was beneficial to the coalition forces and was also recognized by most of the coalition commanders present, there were also some people who were worried that Assafjahi would not conspire with the British to seize the command of his own troops.

In this way, although the coalition forces were temporarily exempted from the crisis of disintegration, they also planted the seeds of distrust within the coalition forces, and mutual distrust was slowly growing.

In the eastern part of the city of Delhi, the destruction of the city of Meerut, which made the crumbling rule of the Mughals even more precarious, and the commander-in-chief of the coalition army, Assafjahi, used means to put General Khalif under house arrest, so that the 20,000 troops of the Mughal Empire could not return to the city of Delhi, and the angry voice of Alam II echoed throughout the palace, and the important ministers who were originally confident all became mute at the moment, and closed their mouths very interestingly.

"These idiots, fools, damned Assafjahi, I will definitely turn your Hyderabad state into ruins, and I will make all the women of your Goshir family worthy of all men......" Just as the old-faced Alam II cursed Assafjahi with great resentment, one of the guards hurried into the main hall. Your Majesty, the Lord of the City of Meerut has returned. ”

"Coming back?" Alam II was stunned at first, but then burst out laughing: "Well, let me meet our lovely warrior, General Akshaye, who escaped from under the hands of those Chinese. ”

Fat as a sow waiting to give birth, General Akshaye laboriously entered the palace hall and hurriedly prostrated himself on the ornate cashmere carpet in front of the smiling Alam II. "My Majesty, to be able to return to Delhi and see you, it is the great Allah who blesses you."

"Akshaye, my warrior, how did you escape from the city of Meerut? Or have you become a prisoner of war for those Orientals? Alam II's big hand with the long knife at his waist was bruised, and his voice was like that of a desperate lone wolf.

"My Majesty, the city of Meerut is finished, and those deserters who deserve to die, they have even forgotten to fulfill their responsibilities as soldiers of the Mughal Empire under the fire of the Chinese......" Seeing Alam II's performance, General Akshaya tried to justify himself, and finally, it was a letter he pulled out of his bosom that diverted Naalam II's attention.

The defender of the city of Meerut, who, after several rounds of artillery fire from the Chinese army, ordered his soldiers to lay down their arms and surrender to the Chinese army, and handed the letter to a minister who had come to him.

This time, the tone was even more severe, and in addition to the original conditions, a new condition was added, that the Mughal Empire would either bow down to the Chinese Empire, admit that they were vassals of the Chinese Empire, and that they would only be able to keep a certain amount of troops, and in addition, they would have to pay a lot of money to compensate for the war.

If Alam II refused the last chance, then what awaited them would be the destruction of the country, the loss of all privileges, even all wealth, and the distribution of their land, slaves, and even women and surnames to the indigenous Indians who were willing to cooperate with the Chinese Empire.

"It can't be!" Alam II shouted loudly, waved the thin, Persian ultimatum in his hand, and tried to tear the damned note to shreds several times, but, every time he tried to exert himself, and thought of the consequences of Delhi's occupation by the Chinese, Alam II felt that he really had no way or ability to refuse the damned invaders.

Five days later, the Mughal Empire temporarily appointed Akshayyah, who had returned to his capital, Delhi. General Kohanna was the prime minister and was in charge of negotiating with the Chinese, which was nothing more than a way of saying that the Mughal Empire was trying to save face...... At the mouth of the Yangtze River in China, north of Jiading City, the Yangtze River is a famous Ming and Qing coastal defense and river defense fortress: Wusongkou Fort.

After the Ming and Qing dynasties, coastal defense became more and more unbearable, but since the determination of the capital of Jiading, the repair and construction of Wusongkou Fort was once again put on the agenda.

After Liang Pengfei slowly came south, the construction of the Wusongkou Fort Group was already in full swing, and more than 10,000 workers were busy working at the location of the fort.

And Liang Pengfei, just behind a small boat not far from the mouth of Wusong, looked at the gradually forming fort group with satisfaction, and today, he will take this small boat to meet the group of guests who have come here.

(To be continued)