After years of development, India is still a backward country, although the economy is developing well, but the gap between the rich and the poor is even more huge, in later generations, India's software industry is very strong, but India's illiteracy rate is still quite high in the world.

In this way, polarization will bring more problems, and a simple solution is to grab the wealth of the rich!

Before, maybe there was no guts, but now, the army doesn't seem to be so terrible.

On the outskirts of Hydebara, in a villa.

"Nizam, what are you waiting for?" A middle-aged man with a big beard said to the old man sitting in front of him: "This place was originally your family, but it was annexed by the Indians, and we Sikhs are willing to fight side by side with you, but you don't even have the courage to fight!" ”

The man who spoke was Binderanwale, the leader of the Sikhs, whose uprising had failed and his dream of establishing the state of Khalistan had never been shattered!

After escaping from Pakistan, Binderanwal had been hiding in all directions, and finally, with his men, came here, connected with the descendants of the princely nobles here, and found the person in front of him.

Mukaram Jah, the 8th Nizam of the princely state of Hyderabad, is now fifty years old, his beard is beginning to turn white, and his anger has long since faded away.

Now, although he knows the current situation, he has not been able to make up his mind.

"The Indian army has long had no combat effectiveness, and the main armored forces have been wiped out by Pakistan, and now, the main force of the Indian army is the second-line troops, and those people can't even hold guns steadily. Moreover, here we are the plateau. There are many mountains around, and if they come to encircle and suppress, we will be like Afghanistan, take refuge in the mountains and destroy them! Binderranwale said, "As Sikhs, we are willing to help you. But right now, you don't seem to have faith. ”

"We're out of arms for a long time, and it's hard to reorganize an army." Jahe said.

"What's so hard about that?" Binderranvalle continued: "My men, now there are five hundred warriors, we have been through many battles, we are experienced, and our weapons are advanced. There is also plenty of ammunition, and we will take the lead and be able to take control of the city of Hyderabad, and then issue our statement, and I am sure that as long as we raise our arms, the surrounding princely states will respond. Many people from the original princely state of Hyderabad will also respond to our call. Take up arms and fight to build our princely state! ”

At this time, in the mouth of Binderranwale, the princely state here seems to be his homeland.

"No, I'm old." "I don't want to fight anymore," Jach said. ”

"yes. You're old. Next to Jahe, a man said coldly.

Jach turned his head and saw the person he trusted the most, his half-brother, Salad, who was in his thirties.

Ali Khan had more than a hundred children during his lifetime. This Salad, who is not too young, just a year before Ali Khan's death, a son was born, but I don't know if the hat on his head is white or green.

"Please pass on the position of Nizam to me, and I will carry on your last wish and fight for victory over the Indians and the establishment of our independent princely state." Salad said.

Wishes? Hearing this, Jach was shocked.

Salad had an extra pistol in his hand, and he calmly pulled the trigger on Jah's chest: "Hyderabad, we need independence, our family needs to regain the power of the princely state, Jah, you are too old, go to another world." ”

"Bang." A gunshot rang out, and a bloody hole appeared in Jah's chest.

Looking at Jah's trembling body, Bindranwal on the side said, "Congratulations, Nizam of the ninth princely state of Hyderabad. ”

"We can't wait any longer, we have to fight, this is a good opportunity!" Salad said.

"You know, as long as you give the order, our people will rush to the front." "However, I would like to remind you again of our agreement. ”

"You know, when we get our independence, in the north, set aside an area, and the Sikhs will emigrate there and become the state of Khalistan." Salad said.

This is the agreement between the two, and today's meeting is just a play.

The two of them shook hands together, but they were thinking about how to eat each other even after they broke away from the central government of India.

If in the past, no one dared to move such thoughts, in order to suppress these princely states, India stationed an infantry division in each of them.

But now, the continuous losses on the western front have forced the Indian central government to draw troops from other states to supplement the western defense line, and now the princely state of Hyderabad, only one infantry company remains, which is simply not enough to suppress a rebellion.

Moreover, the weapons of Binderranvaller's men were very advanced, automatic rifles, machine guns, RPGs, fully equipped.

It was getting dark, and the streets of the whole city of Hyderabad were also gloomy, except for the central street, which was lit by looming street lamps.

More than a dozen cars, speeding down the streets, engines roaring, headlights illuminating the distance.

The people in the car, all of them with murderous faces, automatic rifles on their backs, bullet chains on their chests, RPGs on their shoulders, all of them are a formidable fighter jet.

On top of the vehicle, a machine gun was also mounted.

In front of them, there was the barracks of the army, which was empty, and there were not even sentinels.

"Rush in, kill them all, and leave no one behind!" In the lead pickup truck, standing in the back, the man operating the heavy machine gun said that he was Bindran Valle.

That group of natives is really cowardly, they don't dare to follow up and fight in the back, and those who rush to the front line are still their own people! Bindranwale thought to himself as he gave orders to those behind him.

The first ones come in, so what's so scary? On the contrary, the benefits are even more! He was already hungry for killing and plundering.

The pickup truck crashed through the railing in front of it and rushed straight in.

The barracks in front had always been empty, and when I arrived at the barracks at the back, a person had just poked his head out of the barracks.

"Da-da-da-da." Binderland Valle pressed the firing button, and the heavy machine gun smashed the opposite barracks to pieces, and screams kept coming from inside.

The soldiers of this company were very vigilant, they did not have any combat missions here, however, the raid of Bindran Valle did not have much effect, and he only killed about thirty soldiers.

The rest of the people have gone to live their nightlife everywhere, and the superior is not here, which is a good time to be happy!

The gunfire disturbed the people in the station, they hid in their homes, trembling and afraid to come out, the last time there was a disturbance, it was forty years ago, right?

Coming out of the barracks, Binderranwale shouted to those behind him: "Act according to the original plan, remember, we are liberators!" ”

As planned!

Bindranwale's car rushed to a jewelry store on the side of the road and opened the door with a machine gun, and then the soldiers rushed in and put all the jewelry in their pockets.

A clerk tried to stop him, but he was shot and fell in a pool of blood.

What is the purpose of entering the city early? Now is the time!

Plunder all the way!

Binderland Valle chose the busiest streets, robbed along the way, and he remembered the places where the rich lived.

When an RPG rocket blasted open the wall of the villa of the local tyrant, the woman who looked at the local tyrant who was killed, the soldiers under Binderranwale, immediately swallowed and foamed silently.

"Let go of me!" One soldier finally couldn't take it anymore and began to pull a woman, who let out a frightened cry.

Bentranwale twisted his head to the side, and after receiving the acquiescence, the soldiers became even more emboldened, stripped the women naked in front of the men, and took turns venting on them.

Finally, to prevent retaliation, a burst of gunfire rang out, and everyone fell in a pool of blood. Then, light a fire and burn this place down!

Vent done, next!

Hundreds of Sikh rioters, who were addicted to this night, were killed by the central government of India, wandered in Pakistan, all the way over, very uncomfortable, tonight, finally got a complete vent!

By the time we got to the mayor's house, it was dawn, and the mayor was a coward, and he didn't even have the courage to run away.

Up and down, everything that was here was killed, and then, everything that was copied and valuable, was loaded into the car, and several of the cars were full.

When Salad, who got the news, arrived with his men, Binderan Waller was carrying the contents of the government warehouse, and the vaults of several banks were being violently blown open.

"What are you doing, Binderlandwaller?" Salad thought that Binderranwal shouted, he had planned to let the Sikhs rush to the front, and he could control this place without bloodshed and sacrifice, in case the central government of India reacted, he might as well put aside the relationship, and said that the Sikhs did it.

Who knows, they entered the city, and the point was not at all to help themselves seize power, but to rob! The whole city has become a mess.

"I'm helping you capture Hyderabad." Binderranwale said.

"You've messed up the whole city!" Salad said.

"It's just to make this place completely unstable!" "Let all the poor people rush into the homes of the rich and rob them of their wealth, so that all the poor people can take up arms and fight with you against the central government, and when they see the wealth, they will die for you, Salad, are you too naïve to think that you can gain the support of others by virtue of your own status?" If you want others to support you, you have to rely on faith, but also on interests! (To be continued......)