Yang personally ordered them......

Fought valiantly, in order to better retreat.

Of course, this is only a spiritual connotation, and the specific content is that at the right time, abandon Gohati and retreat to safety, preferably all the way to Shillong, where it is much safer to be surrounded by mountains.

Of course, when retreating, all the officials of the Assam government must be brought with them.

Well, what a great opportunity this is, so that the Assamese and Tianzhu people can never share the sky from now on, let the Tianzhu people occupy here, and the Republic of Assam will have a big deal to move the capital, and then they will all run away, leaving the people in the city to the Tianzhu tribe armed forces who are like wolves staring at blood-red eyes.

As for what they do next, this is not what Yang Fuhrer needs to care about, they are just Tucheng, anyway, they are all Nehru, they are all Tianzhu man-made evil, 3,000 Ming army paratroopers, against 50,000 tribal forces, nearly 20,000 Tianzhu regular army, the latter also has armored troops, it is completely understandable that they can't hold Gaohati, and it's unbelievable that they can hold it!

It is conceivable that if Gohati was slaughtered, then the two countries would never want to be together in the future, and those Assamese people will remember this bitter feud for generations to come.

Well, they're definitely not going to buy Tata Motors again.

As for the dead Assamese...

They will be immortalized, and future generations will build a large monument to commemorate their contribution to the nation's uprightness.

Since the Führer commands, of course, it is necessary to obey when you understand, and obey if you do not understand, and deepen your understanding through obedience.

Han Xu's deployment is very simple, except for transferring a battalion to look at all the main officials and members of parliament of the Assam government in the name of protection, and getting all the cars ready...

He didn't do anything.

And just outside of Gohati, General Timaiya began to gather the tribal forces that scattered the scourge of the common people, and when he heard that he could acquiesce to wash the city after breaking through Gohati, the tribal forces rushed over one by one with a scream.

It's finally time to do a big job.

What did they come to do dirty work for Nehru, not to rob money and women, but the entire northern part of the peninsula is full of poor and remote places where rats cry, and even if they throw those poor ghosts into the oil press, they can't squeeze a few drops of oil.

The only thing worth starting with is Gohati.

That night, the moon was dark and the wind was high, and it was raining lightly, and on the various positions guarding Gaohati, those tired soldiers of the Ming'a and A'an armies, thinking that they could sleep well, suddenly the Tianzhu people launched a fierce attack.

And it was an attack on all fronts, under the cover of ferocious artillery fire, opposite all positions, those Tianzhu people launched an unprecedented crazy attack, and almost instantly, the emergency phone rang in the headquarters in the city.

In such weather, the air force could not provide support, and tension spread throughout the city, and countless Assamese people looked in horror at the night sky in the distance, which was reddened by firelight, and everyone felt the smell of danger in the air.

"Oh my God, they're going crazy!"

In the light of the explosion of mortar shells, a Ming machine gunner looked ahead as if he had collapsed.

In front of him, countless black heads surged, and countless hideous faces formed a scene like thousands of evil ghosts in hell.

These Tianzhu tribe warriors who were carried away by the desire to wash the city didn't care about the bullets fired by the MG3 general-purpose machine guns on the opposite side, one by one they held a variety of old-fashioned rifles, and even some wielded machetes, just like old farmers who worked silently, bowed their heads, hunched their waists, stepped on the corpses that kept falling in front of them, and charged forward all the time.

In the midst of these people, the Stuart tanks of the regular army of Tianzhu rumbled in, and the vehicle-mounted machine guns frantically suppressed the fire of the defenders, and the muzzles of the guns erupted flames from time to time.

Liang Bin, a soldier of the Ming army, knelt behind the bunker, carrying the RPG7 and pulling the trigger like those saints, a flash of fire shot out in the rain curtain, and then hit the front of a Stuart, with the fire of the explosion, the tank instantly turned into a burning fireball, and soon in the detonation of the ammunition, the turret flew.

"Mah, this thing is so easy to use."

He excitedly shouted to the secondary shooter, who was busy grabbing an armor-piercing round to reload him.

"Retreat, hurry, retreat!"

At this time, the platoon commander next to the signal corps suddenly shouted.

"Huh?"

Before Liang Bin could understand it, the soldiers on both sides of him had already begun to pack up and retreat, and at the same time, an overwhelming number of rockets smashed in front of them, which was to provide cover for them.

He hesitated, glanced at the co-shooter, who quickly reloaded him with understanding, and by the light of the explosion, he aimed at a advancing tank nearly a hundred meters away, then pulled the trigger, and then immediately chased after the retreating companion with the co-shooter, and when he turned back halfway, the tank was turning into a torch.

At the same time, on other positions, the Ming-A coalition army, which saw that the defense line was overwhelmed by the surging sea of people tactics, also had to choose to retreat, but at this time, the Ming army, which had received the order, began to use du air bombs, although the number was not large and could not defeat the enemy, but it won enough time for their retreat, and soon withdrew from the battle one after another.

In this chaotic battle on a rainy night, none of the soldiers on both sides understood how it was fought, and it ended inexplicably, anyway, while rushing chaotically, while chaotically blocking, and then fighting the Ming-A coalition army was defeated.

But there is nothing strange about this, the two armies combined are only 7,000 people, and under the onslaught of nearly 70,000 people, it is simply unreasonable to be undefeated, not to mention that they also retreated after being defeated in a bloody battle.

After the fact, the tribal armed forces left 5,000 corpses on the battlefield, and there is no shame in such a failure.

The defeated Min'a and Azi'an armies were expelled directly from Gohati, and the officials of the Assam government and the members of parliament were crammed into cars, and then fled to the south, leaving behind a diplomat under his command before leaving, waiting in Assam to strongly condemn the Tianzhu people.

It's a pity that this diplomat didn't wait for the Tianzhu army at all, he only waited for countless gangsters, because just when the Ming'an coalition army was defeated, the somewhat inexplicable General Timaiya also quietly disappeared into the rainy night with his army, and entered Bhutan as quickly as possible.

What follows, they must not be involved.

"You can't do this to me, I'm a diplomat!"

At the junction of the road leading to the city of Gohati, the diplomat looked tremblingly at one of his tribal chieftains.

The latter, who was playing with the scimitar in his hand, walked up to him like those vaudeville entertainers, leaped upwards and slashed down with a loud roar to the cheers of his men around him.