Chapter 577 The anger of the Indigenous Alliance!

"Have you done it?" Zou Yu wiped the sweat from his face, and looked at the messenger sent by the cavalry reinforcement regiment who rushed from the north, and couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

"No, I've succeeded." The messenger who jumped off the Malaysian house could no longer close his mouth. Unexpectedly, Commander Zou, who claimed that he would not become even if the Taishan collapsed, even showed a surprised expression.

"I knew that your regiment commander might be happy in Miyangwali City at this time, right?" Zou Yu shook his head and said lightly. But while breathing, the expression on his face had returned to his usual calmness. "It seems that your cavalry regiment has not had a good rest for two days, right?"

"Uh, how do you know, Commander Zou?" The messenger of the cavalry regiment couldn't help but be stunned and asked subconsciously.

"Who doesn't know what kind of morality your regiment commander is? As long as there is a war, you will run faster than a rabbit. Your cavalry regiment should be cruising around the city of Bahawalpur. If you can reach Miyanwali so quickly, you must have tried your best to get rich. I'm right?" Zou Yu said coldly. Hearing this extremely accurate analysis, the messenger of the cavalry regiment couldn't help but feel speechless.

Looking at the somewhat dazed messenger of the cavalry regiment, Zou Yu's eyes flashed with a smile: "Tell your regiment commander, strengthen the alert. Tonight, we will arrive at Miyanwali City to assist in defense. By the way, since your cavalry regiment has arrived early, let your regiment commander prepare more hot water for food. My brothers will feel at home when they arrive, right?"

"Ah?..." The messenger of the cavalry regiment was stunned.

"What, do you want to execute the order!" Zou Yu's face turned stern, and the messenger of the cavalry regiment was so scared that he couldn't help but rush to the side. After saluting quickly, he rushed to the side and jumped off the horse and ran away.

"Hmph, I want to surprise me. Let's wait until your cavalry regiment can defeat Lahore in an instant." Zou Yu shook his head, turned around, and looked at his army that was moving forward silently, and couldn't help but feel excited. "Everyone, work harder and arrive at Miyanwara early. The brothers of the cavalry regiment are already preparing meals and hot water for us, rest for a night, and welcome the upcoming fierce battle!"

"Yes! Commander." After hearing this news, the soldiers of the 117th Division who had been rushing silently smiled happily.

The large army of the 117th Division was like a black dragon, winding towards the north, and the news that Miyanwali City was occupied by the Chinese army was not until the next afternoon that the Indian kings and the Sikh joint army of Zhangmajiana City received the news.

When the Sikh coach Randyde Singh heard the news, he was so surprised that even his beard almost pulled a lot. He immediately went to find the Indian king whose territory was located in Miyanwali.

Soon, the entire camp knew that a Chinese army had attacked Miyangvalli, a small town behind. Although it was a small town, after everyone saw the location of Miyangvalli on the map, they couldn't help but breathe.

Although the city is small, it is broken. Miyanvalli City happens to be like a nail stuck between Peshawar, Ravalpindi and Lahore. If there is a Chinese army with strong destructive power here, then as long as the coalition forces go south to attack Multan City, the army will attack any of these three cities at will, the coalition will inevitably be in chaos.

Because the Sikhs account for a considerable proportion among the main forces of the coalition, and their important town Peshawar can almost be said to be the last important stronghold for the Sikhs to resist the Chinese people now. If there is any loss here, the Sikhs' base camp will be exposed under the iron hooves of the Chinese army.

If Rawalpindi attacks, once the richest and luxurious city in Uttar Pradesh falls, the wealth of Uttar Pradesh will almost change hands, and Lahore will not be lost. If Lahore is lost, the holy city in the minds of Indian halalists, then at least one-third of the coalition forces in Uttar Pradesh will go crazy.

Moreover, in Amritsar, only a hundred miles east of Lahore, it is the holy city in the minds of Sikhs. In short, any of these three cities will be attacked and the coalition forces will collapse.

What to do? A sharp and heavy question was placed in front of this coalition, and the British special forces hiding in this coalition were all stunned.

In order to deal with the Chinese, their intention was to attack the nearest Multan City, force the Chinese army to gather together, and then try to incite the local kings from all over the country to attack those Chinese towns with weak defense capabilities. Only in this way can the Chinese army be in a state of chaos without fighting and lose sight of the other. At that time, they can occupy a favorable position, but try to persuade the European compatriots who are watching to join the battle group and deal with the Chinese together.

But now, the other party did not care at all that the Indian coalition, which was close to less than 300 miles from Multan City, rushed north and attacked Miyanwali City. This made the coalition a little dilemma.

"Col. Forreman, we need to go back north immediately to regain Miyanwali, otherwise, it will not be just a matter of morale chaos." As the commander of the coalition, Asaf Jahi Gosher, the great prince of the land king of Hyderabad, seemed very excited. His angry saliva was almost enough to bathe Colonel Forreman, the chief of the British delegation.

"But if Multan is not taken down, even if we defeated the Chinese army that occupied Miyanwali, we would not be able to take the initiative in the war." Colonel Forreman wanted to destroy the damn Indian indigenous prince with an unpleasant curry smell. However, for this war, the British Empire had almost brought out all their belongings in the East, and even spent a huge amount of money to buy tens of thousands of pounds of sheep oil to prevent the rebels of those damn Indian minions from rebelling because of the use of butter and lard maintenance guns and only waterproofing bullets.

"Multan City is a solid fortress. Although our coalition forces are large in number, we lack sufficient artillery. It will take a lot of time to capture Multan City. However, those damn Chinese troops have occupied Miyanwali and can attack our important towns in Uttar Pradesh at any time." Asaf Jahi shook his head and said.

"Yes, we must first resolve our worries before we can attack Multan. Otherwise, our Sikh army will give up our union with these halalists. We must go back to defend our homeland and territory so as not to be occupied by those damn Chinese thugs." Sikh coach Randy Singh gritted his teeth and expressed his attitude angrily.

A Tubang king jumped out and said loudly: "Miyangvalli City is neither tall nor strong, it is just a small city with a population of less than 100,000. Moreover, it is only a little further away from the location of our current garrison than Multan. Let's first remove the Chinese army traversing behind us. Then, we can not only relieve our worries, but also allow more Tubang kings to see the strength of our coalition and let more Tubang kings join us!"

His proposal was recognized by almost everyone again. Looking at these kings of the country, Colonel Forreman took a deep breath and finally squeezed out a reserved smile. "Okay, my respected priests, I agree with your suggestions, but I hope that all of you will keep our promises, and after taking down Miyanvalli City, turn south and attack Multan, the important Chinese city of the Indus."

"I swear in the name of Allah that we will keep our promises with you British people." The general commander Asaf Jahi took the oath seriously after seeing the British commander agreeing to his request.

"Okay, the meeting ends here. Goodbye, my dear priests, we will head north tomorrow morning towards Miyanwali. Our British Empire's army will follow the coalition forces." Colonel Forreman said goodbye to the commanders of the Indian coalition here in disappointment, and left the tent without looking back.

"Okay, the meeting ends here. Look, this British man is so arrogant. Who do he think he is?" said a king of territories, learning from Colonel Forreman's tone. He immediately caused a burst of cheerful laughter.

"The army of the British Empire, with their fifty small cannons, plus less than a thousand men, can also be called an army. Look at our Indian army, they are simply an insignificant ant at the feet of an elephant."

"If they hadn't given us so many muskets and artillery, I wouldn't have given these damn, arrogant British men."

"People, please be quiet, please be quiet." Asaf Jahi, the commander of the coalition forces, raised his hands and finally made these arrogant guys shut their mouths. Then he shook his thick beard majestic and said in a deep voice: "People, we are not only helping those cunning and greedy British people, but also helping ourselves. Don't forget that those damn Chinese occupy the most abundant land in our Indus Valley and drive our people away from our homes. For the peace of the Indus Valley, we must take up weapons and let these Chinese understand who is the master of this land."

"Yes, I must use a Chinese head to make an exquisite wine utensil inlaid with gems." A rude general stood up and picked up his wine glass. "In the name of Allah, we will make those Chinese pay a heavy price!"

"Thank God, in the name of God, we will let those Chinese know the strength of our Sikh lion!" Sikh coach Lanjid Singh shook his lion's curly hair like a mane and roared loudly.
Chapter completed!