Rebirth of the Flying Era

  Chapter 1253 Foreigners grow up like that

  Sinde Lee, Victoria Palace.

  In the luxurious conference room decorated with solid wood, more than 20 people sat around the long conference table.

  North of the conference table, a gray-haired woman with her neck stiffened. Her expression was serious and her eyes were extremely firm. But under the table, her hands were clenched tightly, as if she wanted to insert her nails into the flesh of her palm.

   At this time, the news of the defeat on the Eastern Front had reached Xindeli.

  She went from unbelief at the beginning to shock and panic afterwards.

  Although he was calm on the surface at this time, he was actually panicking in his heart.

  She never dreamed that things would develop to this point. Before, she estimated that there would be fierce battles, but the sauce soldiers were all telling her that it would be absolutely fine whether it was on the eastern or western fronts.

  In this season, even if the powerful enemy in the north wants to take action, the troops that can be mobilized are very limited.

   Especially on the Eastern Front.

  They believe that for the enemy, the roads there are worse than those on the Western Front, and logistical supplies can support a few thousand troops at most.

  This is also the reason why they played so beautifully at the beginning but voluntarily withdrew their troops.

  At that time, there was no railway transportation, and it was entirely dependent on two roads, which could not support continuous combat at all.

  However, no one expected that Shan Guo would stab him fatally from the side.

  The expected imaginary enemy did not end, but they kept most of their troops on the western front, and Shan Guo took advantage of it.

   Led by Li Yuanchao and Ding Dacheng, they used the super mobility of wheeled armored vehicles to carry only a small amount of infantry to form assault arrows.

   Without waiting for the follow-up large troops, it took only eight hours from crossing the border to arriving behind the Indian army in Assam!

  Departed at dawn in the morning, pulled out three enemy strongholds along the way, and advanced more than 400 kilometers along the tortuous road at 2 o'clock in the afternoon.

  The enemy didn't react at all, and was blasted...

  The news was sent back to Xin Deli, and everyone was dumbfounded.

   All the generals who talked before the battle shut up.

  Xin Dila, who was sitting on the main seat, looked at the dull conference room, feeling extremely depressed, but she knew that she couldn't lose her temper, and losing her temper at this time was meaningless.

  Maintaining composure, Xin Dila took a deep breath: "Everyone, now is not the time to pursue responsibility. The main army on the Eastern Front has been defeated. We must come up with countermeasures as soon as possible, otherwise..."

  Everyone understands what happens 'otherwise'.

  After the elite mobile troops on the Eastern Front were annihilated, there was no large-scale organized field force for thousands of kilometers east of Uttar Pradesh and Madhya Pradesh.

  The nearest city with heavily deployed troops is Allahabad.

  If the enemy is allowed to reach Allahabad in one breath, it means that they will lose a quarter of their territory.

  At this moment, an old man with a big beard and a wrinkled face stood up and said: "Your Excellency, colleagues, the most urgent task now is to take countermeasures. We must quickly deploy an army to block the invaders to the east of Bengal."

   These words are actually nonsense, and everyone present knows that someone must be transferred to stop it.

   But where and how many people will be transferred? There is a way.

   Immediately after the old man finished speaking, someone answered: "Now there are twelve divisions around the capital, with more than 200,000 people, is it okay..."

Before the man finished speaking, someone immediately objected: "No! With the current situation, to block the attack of a single country, more than 100,000 people must be needed. Even if the garrison of Allahabad is counted, at least in Xindeli Transferred three divisions, more than 50,000 people..."

Speaking of this, the man looked at the woman sitting in the middle: "Your Excellency, don't forget who our opponent is! He is a world-recognized military strategist and a master tactician. What if this was a conspiracy from the beginning? Once We took away the troops, and the enemy suddenly went south, what should we do?"

  In an instant, everyone in the conference room shut their mouths.

   In fact, this is exactly what everyone is worried about.

   Deploying troops to reinforce the Eastern Front, leaving the capital defenseless, no one can afford this responsibility.

   And this is exactly where Father Lin is brilliant.

   Bluffing, eyeing.

  Let the enemy not know where his real killing move is.

  Xin Germany and Li will either allow the Eastern Front to be corrupted, and the army of the single country will drive straight in.

   Either risk the capital being threatened and fall into a dilemma where you can't make a choice.

   In fact, this is not a clever strategy, and everyone in this conference room can see through it.

   It's just seeing through and seeing through, but there is still no way to crack it.

   Still the same sentence, the name of a person, the shadow of a tree.

  In the same situation, if another person becomes the commander-in-chief, the atmosphere in Xindeli's meeting room will certainly not be so depressing.

  Even though the current intelligence shows that there is no large army stationed on the western front, no one can guarantee that the capital will be 100% safe after the deployment of troops.

  Until this moment, the old man who spoke at the beginning spoke again: "It's really impossible... let's transfer troops from the south~"

  India and Dudu have a national standing army of one million, and they are stationed scattered throughout the country at ordinary times.

   At this time, in order to fight the Pakistani army, most of the troops were assembled on the western front and near the capital.

  The total force is more than 500,000.

  The eastern front is dominated by Bangladeshi guerrillas, and the number of Indian troops is less than 100,000.

  Before the main force was defeated by the single country, more than half had been lost, and the others were scattered all over the place, and they were retreating and gathering.

  However, according to the current feedback from the front line, the single army has a large-scale mechanized force, and the marching speed is very fast.

  The remaining troops of the Indian Army are mainly light infantry. Unless the enemy is stationary, it is difficult to complete the tactical assembly.

   As for the guerrillas in Bangladesh, it is even more impossible to count on it.

  Although these people have obtained a lot of equipment from the Pakistani army, their training level and combat will are far behind.

   It’s okay to fight at their home court, but it’s fine to point them to stand up at this time.

  Xin Dila looked deeply at the old man who just proposed.

  Of course she knows what the troops left in the south are for.

  Since ancient times, the Deccan Plateau has dominated South India and Du, which has its own independent language and culture system.

  Because of the Yinguo colonists, they were forcibly kneaded together.

  It is still in a state of listening to the tune but not listening to the announcement.

  The former kingdom of Hyderabad is just an example, including the state of Kerala, which was targeted by Du Fei this time, which was the former kingdom of Malayalam.

  So, even if there is a war in the north, Xin Deli will still leave enough troops in the south to prepare for it.

   If these troops are mobilized, what will be the consequences?

  The best result is to deploy troops, defeat the single army, and the South remains unchanged, and everyone is happy.

  The second is to defeat the single army, and there is turmoil in the south, which is barely acceptable.

  The most unacceptable result is that the troops from the south are transferred to the past, and they are defeated by a single army again, and the south falls into rebellion.

  Thinking about the result, Xin Dila couldn't help feeling his scalp tingle.

   But no one can make up her mind for her, she has to make a decision.

  Xin Dila felt like needles were pricking her temples, but she couldn't show fatigue on this occasion, she had to persevere and be strong!

After a while, Xin Dila said in a deep voice: "Okay, let's transfer troops from the south~" He said and looked at the row of military uniforms on the left: "The details are handed over to the military. I have no other requirements. Be sure to hurry up." !"

  After the decision was made, the meeting ended soon.

The old man who spoke first returned to the downstairs office, lit his pipe as if nothing had happened, and after taking two puffs, he reached out to pick up the phone: "Hey, as you wish... Of course... Happy cooperation, I have always believed in the generosity of His Royal Highness ..."

  …

  The other end is far away in Hyderabad's manor.

  Ailul received the news a few hours later, Xin Deli finally decided to draw troops from the south.

   This made him extremely excited. As for the extra money of those old guys, it was worth it in his opinion at this time.

  Usually hundreds of thousands of dollars per year are routine, but this time when we talk at a critical moment, it is another price.

  However, whether it is three million U.S. dollars or five million U.S. dollars, it is insignificant compared with the re-establishment of the Hyderabad Kingdom.

  The next thing he has to do is to wait patiently.

  The previous victory of the single army in Assam strengthened Alur's confidence.

  He believes that these troops drawn from the south are not single-armed opponents, and they will definitely go and never return.

   As long as these troops are gone, he can raise the banner.

  At the same time, it is 1,700 kilometers away from Hyderabad.

  Just annihilating the main force of the enemy army, Li Yuanchao and Ding Dacheng took a short rest in place, waiting for the follow-up infantry to catch up.

   This battle was fought quite neatly, because it unexpectedly pierced the enemy's back.

  Plus the powerful firepower of the tank destroyer transformed from an eight-wheeled armored vehicle.

   Just a single face-to-face meeting defeated the enemy's main force.

  The real battle actually lasted only two hours, and the follow-up was to clean up small groups of stubborn enemies, and then to capture prisoners in batches.

  Even in Ding Dacheng's original plan, once the battle became anxious, the northern allies would take the opportunity to go south, forming a situation of two-sided attack.

  Unexpectedly, the enemy did not persist to that step at all, and even the follow-up infantry could only catch up with cleaning the battlefield.

  Assam, Dispur.

  In a two-story masonry building, Li Yuanchao and Ding Dacheng looked at the map and discussed the next step.

  Ding Dacheng said: "According to the plan, we overfulfilled the first step, and the next step is to go south to Dongba immediately before the enemy reacts..."

  Li Yuanchao nodded, he knew his position, Ding Dacheng was a veteran on the battlefield, he was above him in terms of ability and experience.

  Besides, their journey here was originally a part of the whole battle situation, and now Ding Dacheng's asking for his opinion is just a gesture.

  As for why he went to Dongba, Li Yuanchao knew it well.

   There are three divisions of the Pakistani army that have just surrendered.

  These people were transferred all the way from Xiba, and they were all imprisoned after surrendering, a total of 60,000 to 70,000 people.

  If these people are rescued, rearm.

  The strength of Li Yuanchao's troops along the way can reach 200,000.

  Li Yuanchao and Ding Dacheng didn't point to how much combat effectiveness these people exerted.

   Instead, they wanted to take advantage of the humiliation they suffered after being captured, and the resentment that was suppressed in their hearts.

  Don't forget that Li Yuanchao's real purpose this time is to fish in troubled waters, to find chestnuts out of fire, and to search for capital.

  Originally this 'bad guy' was intended to be Li Yuanchao, but the plan did not change quickly.

   Now that there is a better top tank, Li Yuanchao just picked himself out.

  So, regarding going to Bangladesh to rescue the Pakistani army, the two hit it off.

   But before departure, there is still a problem, that is, what should the prisoners do.

  A total of more than 20,000 people, nearly 30,000 people.

  Ding Dacheng definitely didn't want to care about it, so he simply dumped it on Li Yuanchao: "Yanchao, what do you plan to do with these prisoners?"

  Li Yuanchao was no longer the former Wuxia Amon, with a ruthless look in his eyes, he said lightly: "Uncle Ding, our military rations are limited and we can't support these prisoners. I think it's better to hand them over to the locals directly. They are all from our own family..."

  Ding Dacheng shuddered, and took a deep look at Li Yuanchao.

   Once again, I realized that the young man in front of me is really not the same kid as before.

   He really is a hero, ruthless.

   Handing over the captured Indian troops to the locals of the Northeast State is definitely a trick that kills two birds with one stone.

   These places in the Northeast State are poorer than Shanbei, and they can't even feed themselves. How can they have enough food to feed the captives.

   What's more, the relationship between these foreign troops and the locals is quite tense, and conflicts often break out.

  Li Yuanchao had another purpose to kill with a knife.

  It is to let the locals break with Xindeli and completely cut off their retreat.

   With this blood debt, Li Yuanchao can feel at ease.

  Ding Dacheng pursed his lips.

  Although it is said that righteousness does not protect money, compassion does not command soldiers.

  But he still didn't like this kind of Li Yuanchao very much, but after another thought, if he didn't have this kind of ruthlessness, Li Yuanchao might have died in the deep mountains and old forests of Shanbei long ago.

  Ding Dacheng raised his hand and patted Li Yuanchao's shoulder, turned and walked out without saying anything.

  …

   Meanwhile, Sri Lanka.

  On the turquoise Indian Ocean, Du Fei is sailing to Cochin City in the southern state of Kerala on a cargo ship.

   Before that, three batches of mercenaries had arrived in Kalabangda.

  Du Fei stood on the deck, the warm sea breeze blowing in front of him lifted his skirt.

  After arriving in Sri Lanka from Xiangjiang, Du Fei didn't make Du Fei wait too long before he received the news of Shan Guo's victory on the Eastern Front.

   This is what Du Fei was waiting for, and immediately began to send the mercenaries from the frontline base to Kerala in batches.

  The first three batches consisted of more than 700 people in total. This time it was the last batch, which was almost as strong as a reinforced battalion.

   There were more than 1,500 people in total.

   Among these people, only more than a hundred elites will go to the Padmana Temple with Du Fei.

  Others will respond from the rear after Ailur raises the flag, causing the effect of flames of war.

   To lure those local forces who wait and see to the end.

  Once a prairie fire is formed, it will be difficult to clean up the mess.

  Du Fei was thinking, while looking to the northeast, the coastline in the distance loomed.

  Hundreds of years ago, Portuguese colonists followed this route to the west coast of Indus.

   A few hours later, Du Fei's ship arrived at the port of Cochin City.

   Sufficient preparations have been done before, and there are no accidents along the way.

   Nothing went wrong at the port.

  Du Fei and his crew came in the name of a European tour group.

  On the surface, all formal procedures were followed, but in private, dollars were sprinkled up and down the city of Cochin.

  Although the people who collect the money are well aware that there must be something wrong here, but what does it have to do with them, if you have money, you don't make a bastard.

  As for what happens in the future, they are not afraid.

   Anyway, it's all formal procedures, and all the elderly tour groups from Europe come.

  As for why those mercenaries with certificates in their 60s and 70s look only in their twenties or thirties, who knows? Foreigners all look like that.

  (end of this chapter)