1890 King of Southeast Asia

"Xu Laosan, it's wrong, it's wrong, you will be punished if you are wrong."

"The supply team does not know when it can come up, and the heavy artillery shells will be left.

"The handsome giving you the opportunity to wear a sin, you ..." The Tang Ze clan patted the artillery battalion's shoulder, his expression was serious.

For a long time, Zhao Erfeng has only two barracks of artillery. The tube belt of one of the battalions is the Tang Ze tribe, and the other is Manua. After the revolution, he shrank back to Chengdu.

After Zhao Erfeng was appointed commander of the Plateau Border Defense Force, his artillery was compiled into a regiment -for a regiment, the Tang Ze nationality, as the Supreme Military officer of the artillery, became the head of the artillery team.

Xu Fugui once served as a team officer under the Tangze people.

Unfortunately, I made a big mistake on the plateau. Fortunately, there was no consequences, otherwise it would not be so high to pick up and put it down.

"Tube, I am not the one who doesn't know how to do it. The sin is going to kill the head there. You and the handsomeness of the handsome, Lao Xu is in your heart."

"If I can come back, the second half of my life will be a cow and a horse, and I will be able to return to the manager and the handsome.

The magistrate of the artillery camp kneeled down, and the bang bang was three sounds.

"Everyone eats meals in a spoon, what you and me, if you can't come back, Ru Zhi and children, I raise it." The Tang Ze patted his chest.

Xu Fugui, the commander of the artillery camp, felt like this sentence was so wrong, but the idea was just an instant, and then he was full of gratitude.

At this time, the Chinese people's first commitment to pay attention to people's faith, and the Tang Ze tribe came out. Unless there is no future and a semi -accumulated connection, he will definitely raise his family to self -reliance.

"The grace of adults, wealthy ... keep in mind!" Xu Fugui worshiped again.

This time he didn't say the promises of the north and south, after all, he didn't know if he could survive.

"Leader, Chief Liu Qiao is here." The relatives said outside the camp.

Liu Qiao is Zhao Erfeng's confidant. He is responsible for the logistics of the entire army.

Even if there is something to do, I will send a person to notify it, and now I am here.

The Tang Ze people speculated that they should be the same thing. After all, the shells of the Logistics Department's heavy teams were also moist.

If they are on the battlefield, they can't run away, and they can't run away.

"Go, make preparations early, my brother, I will let the second and third battalions support more, try to reduce your pressure."

"Lord Liu, the subordinates are ignorant, I hope you Haihan, Haihan, please come in quickly ..."

Sure enough, Liu Qiao also came for the logistics team to enter the death team. He hoped that the Tangze people could fight a few more guns and make people charge again.

..............

"Mr. Charlie, we have been surrounded by the Han army, what should we do?" The Thirteen Lama pressed the fear in our hearts and looked at Charlie.

"Lieutenant Colonel, can you protect us and break through safely?" Charlie didn't answer, instead asked Will.

"Charlie, I need to know whether we have to bring this guy, as well as these nobles, and whether we need to fight with the soldiers outside." Will returned with a dark face.

"Of course, take him and take him to our site. In that case, when we gather the army, we can still kill them." Charlie said for granted.

This is what Charlie thinks, not stupid.

His purpose has always been to keep the Thirteen Lama, so that they have reasons for further action, so that the plateau people can not oppose them.

Therefore, when the light city could not be kept on the same day, with the 13th Lama breakout, it became the only choice.

"For the glory of the Army of the British Empire and the King of Her Majesty, the sixtiest time will fight bravely." Wil glanced at him and closed his eyes.

Britain has not carried out military reforms at this time. Although the 60th shotgun group is called a regiment, there are actually only 800 people, which is equivalent to a strengthening camp.

And because the sixtieth time of the re-gun regiment was prepared by the British and Indian army, the equipment was not as good as the local army. The only modern equipment was the Lee Enfield rifle.

There were three retreats, but they did not bring them.

Especially in personnel structure, there are only more than 100 white people in this group, all of which are non -commissioned and officers.

According to the standards of the Army of the British Empire, non -commissioned officers and officers should have rich service experience, corresponding education, and qualifications.

However, as we all know, the British Army's recruitment system is the most watery in the world. In particular, this is still the colonial army. In the sixtieth, there are only a dozen people who really meet the standards of officers.

A dozen officers and more than 800 people are barely enough, but when the non -commissioned officers are complete, there are no compliments who have been called qualified.

After all, this is the British Indian army, not the local army!

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"Lieutenant Colonel, do you think the Chinese people dare to attack us?" Charlie was silent for a while and asked.

"I don't know, but to be honest, I don’t want to bet!"

"There are at least thousands of people outside, and there are no less than twenty cannons. We only have 800 people."

"If we use the city for defense, I am confident that we can hold out for more than a week, but if we break out of the city, we will be easily overwhelmed."

"Unless there is superior artillery support, no rational officer will try to take the initiative to attack." Will patted Charlie on the shoulder.

His meaning was very clear. Leaving the city was to seek death, especially leaving the city with **.

As for diplomatic matters, he didn't understand, it was not his business, and he didn't want to care.

In this way, he would not "disgrace the national dignity". Even if he was captured, he would not be in any danger. In the end, he would be rescued and still receive corresponding treatment. Even if he retired, he would retire as a lieutenant colonel.

"For the benefit of the British Empire, we should try harder!" Charlie blushed and shouted righteously.

Will glanced at him, with anger and irritability in his eyes, but finally nodded gently.

Anyway, he had made up his mind and just followed orders.

"Your Majesty, the current situation is not favorable to us. I think our only chance is to leave Sunlight City first, join our army, and then plan other things." Charlie sorted out his emotions and turned to look at the 13th Dalai Lama.

Poor Dalai Lama, he was left aside like a fool after asking questions.

He was furious, but he had no way to express his anger.

After all, he still had to rely on the British. As for turning against the provisional government, he didn't dare to gamble on the attitude of the new government towards him.

However, no matter how stupid he was, he would not think that he would have a good life after returning.

"Leave Sunlight City? But the entire Ladabu Palace has been surrounded by the Han army, like an iron barrel, and it is impassable. How can we leave?" Dalai Lama asked with anger.

"Break through!" Charlie said loudly and looked at Lieutenant Colonel Will.

"Lieutenant Colonel Will's army will escort you out. After you break out, Lieutenant Colonel Will will take you all the way west to find our army."

"Please believe that our army, the invincible army of the British Empire, will help you retake Sunlight City. Your departure is only temporary."

When Charlie said this, his face was full of confidence, as if everything was really like this.

However, it was this expression that gave people confidence, at least it gave confidence to the 13th Dalai Lama.

He also believed that it was his bad luck and misfortune. He had just announced his independence, and tens of thousands of Han troops arrived, leaving him no time to react.

"If I do it again, I will definitely be able to break away from the control of the Han army! Decide my own destiny!"

"Dalai, it should be decided by ourselves, not by the Central Plains people who have nothing to do with us!" The 13th Dalai Lama thought secretly in his heart.

"Is there anything we need to prepare?" The 13th Dalai Lama thought so, and looked at Charlie firmly.

"Disguise yourself. After all, there are many of them. If they know you are in our team, some unforeseen things may happen."

"So, I need to inconvenience you and disguise you as an ordinary person, or even as a British soldier."

"In addition, you can only take three of your subordinates with you. If there are more, we can't take care of them."

"Don't worry, when you arrive in India, the British Empire will provide you with enough servants." Charlie was still not completely blinded by the interests. At least he knew that he couldn't take a few people with him.

Three or two people mixed in the British army are not easy to be discovered. If there are more, it will be easy to be exposed.

Rumble...

The thunderous rumble sounded again. The 13th King knew that it was the artillery bombardment of the Han army. He had no time to think.

"I hope the Buddha will bless you!" Silently saying "Buddha bless" to his men, the 13th King began to pack up.

...

The bombardment lasted for more than 20 minutes, and many places in the Lada Palace were hit. Fortunately, the artillery involved in the bombardment were small-caliber artillery, and not many buildings suffered structural damage.

"That's enough! Aren't shells free?! Such a waste?! Beat the drums, give the order! Attack!" In the end, Zhao Erfeng couldn't stand it anymore.

The artillery had been firing for more than 20 minutes, and the infantry was still leisurely watching the excitement in the back. When had he ever been so wasteful?

Boom, boom, boom...

The sound of war drums rang out.

"We will win this battle! Kill!" Xu Fugui heard the drums, drew out the borrowed saber with his right hand, held the revolver in his left hand, and shouted.

"Kill!" The soldiers of the artillery battalion rushed towards the Ladabu Palace with miscellaneous weapons in their hands.

Moving with them were the soldiers of the baggage team, who were better, at least each of them had a long gun.

(The artillery battalion only had a limited number of rifles, and the general artillery had no rifles, and the officers had pistols.)