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After providing the Marathas with enough weapons and equipment, William had to go into battle himself, sending his best general, his aunt Freya, to help with a large army.

It can be said that it is laborious.

Even so, the group of Marathas were like Adou who couldn't afford it, and they were all kinds of hindrances in the battle. In several correspondences with her aunt Freya, Freya complained about the Marathas under her command. Those bastards aren't human eaters at all. Those bastards won't do anything but drag their feet.

Those bastards didn't want to improve their combat skills at all, they were rotten and depraved, and at the same time full of blind arrogance. This kind of blind arrogance has not changed even when he has suffered countless losses and is almost beaten to the brink of extinction.

It is even said that a part of the Marathas was actually ready to become a glorious slave under the rule of the Britons.

Anyway, he's just a slave of the Britons, what's the big deal about being a slave of the Britons, anyway, there are low-caste trash people below him, and they can happily be their own slaves.

The Marathas, who eat with fat brains, is like that.

"Their will to fight is not high, and although their equipment is advanced, their tactical thinking is still stuck in the era of cold weapons. They are very wary of us, and at the same time, they don't know why they always have some inexplicable sense of superiority over us. Is that sense of superiority either from their religion or from their own identity?

I don't know, and I don't really want to. When our army was repeatedly pulled back, the Marathasians around and on the flanks always disappeared without a trace, and the various supplies needed were either late or problematic. We really don't know what's the point of us continuing to stick around here.

What makes me even more disgusted is that the Indians don't respect me at all. They ignore the fact that I am the supreme commander of this army. They did not want to deal with me, they treated me with contempt, and they turned a blind eye to the fact that the expeditionary force had already won many victories over the Britons under my leadership.

There's only one reason why they're like this, and that's because I'm a woman.

Their society is one of the most contemptuous and stigmatizing societies for women that I know. They have absolutely no logic, intellect, or wisdom that allows them to judge a woman from a fair, normal point of view.

Again, for unknown reasons, these guys seem to be delusional about gaining command of our expeditionary force and turning my army into theirs.

The small movements they use are very low-level, even unimaginably clumsy. My officers were interviewed by them, and then, as if they were a gift, they claimed that they would be loyal to them in the future, and then they would be members of the Kshatriyas.

They even think I don't know about these things, they just take everyone for idiots.

Of course, for all the most normal reasons and reasons, none of the officers accepted their so-called co-optation.

However, even so, people still feel embarrassed. It's completely unimaginable. Why after the failure of the wooing, those guys can still appear in front of us as if nothing happened. And then pretend that nothing happened.

In fact, my dear nephew, and the Sovereign, I would not have wanted to stay here for a day had it not been for your orders.

It is because of what these bastards are doing that the morale of the army is very low. I can hardly imagine what we would be like if we were to be here for a year. Whenever I think of such a depressing thing, even I can't help myself, and I feel the urge to commit suicide.

In fact, if it weren't for the training of our army, and our education, if it weren't for any of the Bretons, or the mercenary forces of the Old World, they would have collapsed without hesitation in this situation, I firmly believe that.

However, the morale of our troops, and the greatness of our soldiers, are by no means something to be squandered. I now beseech you, my sovereign, His Majesty Wilhelm von Hereford, to give us an order that is more in line with the needs and desires of our army. If you can really understand us, it's best to get this done right away. ”

In this way, in the handwritten letter to William, Freya's resentment is almost substantial.

Although, William also knows that those guys are a bunch of scum, a model of mud that can't hold up the wall, and complete pig teammates. But they were able to rubbish to such an extent, which still made William couldn't help but sigh very emotionally.

It's just literal. If there is a people in this world who is destined to be unredeemed, then it is conceivable that there will be no one else but the Indians.

This made William a little strange and at the same time a little skeptical. Maybe something went wrong with the previous strategy?

After thinking more deeply, William understood that if he chose any country or nation, then there was absolutely no problem with his previous strategy, and it was a stroke of genius to assist the Marathas and resist the invasion of the Britons.

However, if the subject is an Indian, then it is indeed a mistake.

There is nothing wrong with William's strategy at the level of pure "strategy", it is the hearts and minds that are at fault. Even a good strategist like William, who can be called a last resort, has not been able to calculate how high the level of scum of the Indians is.

"Ahh It was miscalculated, but it was not irremediable. If that's the case, then ......"

Immediately afterward, William replied to Aunt Freya as quickly as possible.

"Since these people are such bad, such bastards, then we can only educate these guys properly if they do something worse than them.

Although, I think you have something else in mind. For example, they are destined to be unable to be redeemed, and they should all be killed. But I'm sorry to tell you that they are still useful.

Maybe you're strange or surprised, curious, and interested. That's what will become of these stupid and arrogant fellows after they all become slaves of the Russian Gothic Empire?

When you think of this, do you have something to look forward to?

In any case, I have to admit that my strategy up to this point was a bit problematic. While this was not my intention, I would like to apologize to you, you have been the most resolute and loyal of my supporters. Even you can't help but complain to me, then I have nothing to say.

But rest assured, I'm not one of those tyrants who don't listen to advice. After synthesizing your letter and other information, I have made a choice and a decision that we will form a new army and join the Maratha War. Far from allied with the Marathas to help them resist the friendly army of the Britons, on the contrary, this army will attack the Marathas along the coastline, and I will bypass the stubborn Sikhs, and then, with the help of some Mughals, wear Mughal uniforms, and attack the Maratha in the name of the Mughal Empire.

Yes, in a sense ridiculous, we will attack the Marathas while alliing with them and helping them to resist the expeditionary forces of the Britons, and then annex them.

But come to think of it, isn't that a matter of course, why should we help the Marathas? not because they're cute, or for any other reason, but because there's only one reason we help them, just because we're going to make sure that we're the ones who annex them, and no one else.

In that case, then it is perfectly fine and natural for us to do so.

When the time is right, I ask you to join in this war and liberate the whole of Maratha as quickly as possible. This will bring great benefits to the Empire.

When we annexed the Maratha and annexed the whole of Punjab, the so-called Sikh Empire, and the Mughal Empire in Central India became our protectorate, then our great empire had more than two-thirds of the territory of India. We have the upper hand in Indy, and we will be the masters of this rich, hot, loyal, slave continent.

We are all fighting for our country, our people, our family, and I assure you that when this war is over, I will never forget the sacrifices you have made for our common good. I promise you that in any matter, as long as you do not want my throne, then I assure you that I can fulfill one of your wishes, whatever that wish may be, and I will be able to grant it. ”

In this way, William wrote a reply to his aunt Freya, and indeed, as the letter says, began to form an army, and prepared to attack the Marathas.

Although the number of troops of the expeditionary force of the Russian Gothic Empire is not large, it is still possible to squeeze out a few legions. These forces, combined with the legions of Indian soldiers that William had recently begun to recruit in Indy, as well as the armies from his vassals, the steppe tribes, and Zoroaster, were enough to form an army of 100,000 men.

Although the combat effectiveness of such a large army is a little watery, William believes that it is definitely enough to use it to attack the Marathas. In particular, almost all the main forces of the Marathas were placed on the front against the north, fighting the Briton expeditionary force.

"Those bastards, they're going to cry at the end. Thinking of this, William felt very happy. (To be continued.) )