Chapter 581: The mouth of the Yangtze River...

"No, I will never allow it, how can you do this?! Miyanwali City is right in front of us, we can capture it at any time, how can you leave now?" Colonel Forreman felt that he was going crazy. Do these damn Indians have no credit?

Previously, the plan to attack Multan City was forced to temporarily stop because of the 117th Chinese Division that occupied Miyangwali City. The coalition forces rushed north, but the annoying Chinese cavalry was not very annoying. Finally, they arrived at the Miyangwali City. When these damn Indian indigenous coalition forces discovered that this inconspicuous small city had become a difficult bone because of the Chinese army. The complaints began to spread among the coalition forces.

Every time the coalition attacked the city, it seemed so cautious, not only to guard against the artillery fire in the city, but more importantly to defend against the Chinese cavalry cruising on the periphery of the coalition. The elusive cavalry regiment was like the clouds hovering over the heads of the coalition soldiers.

It was precisely because of the existence of this cavalry that the logistics of the coalition became more heavy and had to send more heavy troops to transport food and grass. No one expected that at this time, the messenger from the capital of the Mughal Empire, Delhi, could arrive at the coalition camp safely and soundly. What brought was even more unfortunate news. When the senior officials of the coalition learned that the barrier of the Mughal Empire, the city of Delhi, was sieged, a considerable number of people were first scammers, but followed by a cold panic.

No one expected that the Chinese army would actually launch a large army to the capital of the Mughal Empire despite its troops being trapped in Miyanvali City.

Among the coalition forces, nearly 20,000 soldiers were soldiers of the Mughal Empire. After receiving the news from the messenger, the general who led his army to assist him immediately expressed his willingness to return to Delhi, which triggered Colonel Forreman's almost crazy roar.

"This is not a question of whether you allow it or not. Colonel, please note that this is India, not the territory of you British." The Mughal General Kharif glanced at the guy coldly, stood up, and nodded arrogantly to the commander of the coalition forces, Asaf Jahi, "Prince of Hyderabad, please forgive me for taking the liberty. For the sake of the Mughal Empire, we must leave first."

"Does your Mughal Empire not believe in keeping your promises?" Asaf Jahi had a gloomy face and stared at the Mughal General Kharif fiercely, gritting his teeth and said.

"Of course our Mughal Empire will keep its promises, but this must be done before we can fulfill the promises after we resolve the invaders who dared to invade our empire." General Kharif pressed the gorgeously decorated scimitar at his waist, with disdain on his face. If it weren't for the British who rejected the Mughal Empire's request to be commander-in-chief of the Mughal Empire, on the grounds that the Indian kings were afraid of being annexed by the Mughal Empire again, wouldn't it be the turn of a small Turkish prince like Asaf Jahi sitting in the center of the tent?

Asaf Jahi couldn't help but slap the table on the table and stood up. "Karif, don't forget that this time the union is to deal with those damn Chinese, and you will pay the price you deserve because of your Mughal Empire's selfishness!"

"Dear Prince Asaf Jahi, I will give your words to our noble Majesty," the arrogant Kharif sneered.

After a while, Lieutenant Colonel Karu, who had escaped the shadow of the ambush, once again acted as a peacemaker: "Everyone, gentlemen, please calm down, please calm down first, okay? We are allies standing in front of the same front. If we have an internal fight at this time, then our enemies will definitely hide aside and watch jokes." While winking at Prince Asaf Jahi in a position that General Kharif could not see.

Asaf Jahi was slightly stunned, and then he understood the intention of this British lieutenant colonel. He secretly scolded this British man as shameless and dirty, but he had to admit that this was the best way.

"General Kharif, you have violated the goals and commitments of our coalition forces. Do you agree to temporarily deprive the command of this general of the general until he regained his sanity and understood the obligations and responsibilities he should bear?" Asaf Jahi smiled coldly and bewitched the coalition commanders present loudly.

"Asavja, you damn bastard, what do you want to do? Do you want to be the lord of the Mughal Empire?" Kharif roared angrily, and the gorgeous sword on his waist had already revealed half of the shiny blade.

Asaf Jahi winked and saw that the big men who were originally standing around the tent were all scimitars and surrounded them with murderous intent.

The pair of blood-devouring and fierce eyes, and the cold light that moved up the shiny scimitars, made General Kharif and his two personal soldiers tremble with trembling.

Soon, the angry General Kharif was "invited" to a side tent by the guards in Asaf Jahi's tent and was placed under house arrest.

Although Asaf Jahi's actions were beneficial to the coalition forces and were recognized by most of the coalition commanders present, some people were also worried that Asaf Jahi would conspire with the British to seize command of his troops.

In this way, although the coalition forces temporarily exempted the crisis of collapse, they also sowed the seeds of distrust within the coalition forces, and mutual distrust is slowly growing.

In the city of Delhi to the east, the destruction of the city of Meerat made the shaky rule of Mughal even more dangerous. The commander-in-chief of the coalition forces Asaf Jahi used means to put General Khalif under house arrest, which made the 20,000 troops of the Mughal Empire unable to return to the rescue. After the news that Alam II's angry voice echoed throughout the palace. The officials who were originally confident turned into mute at this moment, and they closed their mouths very consciously.

"These idiots, idiots, damn Asaf Jahi, I will definitely turn your Hyderabad into ruins. I will make all the women in your Goshir family become the prostitutes who can be as good as humans..." Just as the old-fashioned Alam II cursed Asaf Jahi with great resentment, a guard rushed into the hall. "Your Majesty, the city guard of Meerat has returned."

"Back?" Alam II was stunned at first, and then laughed angrily: "Okay, let me meet our lovely warrior, General Akshaye who escaped from the Chinese."

General Akshaye, who was as fat as a sow to be born, walked into the palace with great effort. Facing the smile of Alam II, he quickly crawled on the gorgeous cashmere carpet on the ground. "My Majesty, I can return to Delhi and see you. This is the blessing of the great God."

"Akshaye, my warrior, how did you escape from Meerat? Or have you become a prisoner of war for those Easterners?" Alam II's big hand, pressing the long sword at his waist, bursting out with blue veins, his voice like a desperate lone wolf.

"My Majesty, the city of Meerat is over. Those deserters who should be dead. They even forgot to fulfill their responsibilities as soldiers of the Mughal Empire under the fire of the Chinese..." Seeing Alam II's performance, General Akshaye tried hard to explain for himself. In the end, it was the letter he took out from his arms that diverted Alam II's attention.

After several rounds of artillery fire from the Chinese army, the city guard of the city of Meerat, who was afraid of death, ordered the soldiers to put down their weapons and surrender to the Chinese army, handed the letter to a minister who walked in front of him.

This time, the tone was even more severe. In addition to the original conditions, new conditions were added. The Mughal Empire either bowed to the Chinese Empire and admitted that it was a dependent of the Chinese Empire. Moreover, they could only retain a certain amount of army and, in addition, had to pay a lot of wealth to compensate the war.

If Alam II refuses the last chance, what awaits them will be the destruction of the country, the loss of all privileges, and even all wealth, and their territory, slaves, even women and surnames will be allocated to the native Indians who are willing to cooperate with the Chinese Empire.

"This is impossible!" Alam II shouted loudly, waved the thin ultimatum in Persian words in his hand, and tried to tear the damn note into pieces several times. However, whenever he wanted to exert force, whenever he thought of the consequences of Delhi being occupied by the Chinese, Alam II felt that he had no choice and had no ability to reject the damn invaders.

Five days later, the Mughal Empire temporarily appointed General Akshay Kohanna, who returned to the capital Delhi, as prime minister, responsible for negotiating with the Chinese, calling it negotiations, but it was just a statement made by the Mughal Empire to save face...

China's Yangtze River estuary, north of Jiading City, a famous Ming Dynasty, Qinghai Defense and Jiangwei Fortress: Wusongkou Fortress.

After the Ming and Qing dynasties, coastal defense became increasingly unbearable. However, since the capital of Jiading was determined, the restoration and construction of Wusongkou Fortress 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.

Liang Pengfei, after a small boat not far from Wusongkou, looked at the gradually formed fortress group with relief. Today, he will take this small boat to meet the group of guests who have come here.
Chapter completed!