The fast-traveling girl has no feelings for her

Chapter 352 From Dancing Girl to General (22)

Soon, a large number of British troops and local Indian troops fought fiercely in the city of Derry.

Even if the military equipment of the Turkish army is not good, from the guns and ammunition for close attack to the weapons for long-range attack, they are not as good as the British army, but under the personal leadership of King Shah II, they all managed to be invincible. Fear of death.

Sometimes, when the Turkish soldiers ran out of artillery shells, they would use their chests to push the enemy's spears, and when they were about to die, they could pull one after another; sometimes, when the Turkish soldiers' knives were blunt, they would just use their physical bodies to cut them. Go and fight for your life, even if your flesh and blood will be scattered next.

Faced with the fierce counterattack of this group of indigenous people, the British army leaders were furious.

"How can a group of ignorant and backward natives be able to withstand the powerful artillery of our British Empire? Let the logistics department mobilize cannons for me, and I will completely blow up this city into ruins!"

"After the city is broken, I want to see whether the bullets in our hands are stronger, or their bare hands are stronger!"

Soon, a steady stream of heavy artillery was sent to the battlefield in Derry City one by one.

In order to attack the group of Turkish troops in the city and deter them mentally, the British army even tied the captured rebels to the muzzles of the guns and bombarded them on the city walls.

The artilleryman responsible for igniting the ignition moved away as soon as he lit the fuse.

Because he knew that after the sound of a cannon, the person tied to the muzzle would immediately turn into a lump of disgusting flesh and blood, bursting into a cloud of bright red blood mist.

On top of the low city wall, rows of Indian soldiers standing silently could only watch helplessly as the British soldiers cruelly killed their comrades.

They clenched their fists and almost bit their teeth, but they could only look at the scene in front of them with red eyes.

On the gray-yellow ground, with the sound of cannons, the rebels who resisted one after another turned into blood mist that exploded in the blink of an eye, and became flesh and blood residues that kept falling to the ground.

The blood that twists and turns like a snake quietly blends into the land beneath you.

In the air, the smoke of artillery shells mixed with the thick smell of blood floated over the land.

In the face of lethal weapons representing advanced civilizations, the city of Derry was eventually captured by the British army.

All the rebels in the city were killed, and even innocent civilians were massacred by the British army with bayonets to vent their anger and dissatisfaction, and the entire city was razed to the ground.

Just as the British leader requested, the entire city was completely turned into ruins.

News of the defeat of the Turkish army at the Battle of Derry City soon spread to other states.

Seeing that the situation was not good, some small states took advantage of the wind and turned to the people of the British Company again.

And some princes and nobles who are still on the sidelines are very glad that they are not in a hurry to make a choice at the moment, and they are all in a hurry to prepare gold and silver treasures and wait to reward the British army.

These survivors are completely unaware that how many people who are willing to throw their heads and blood for this country and this land have passed away and lost their lives, but what these people are desperately protecting is turned by them. The head was handed over to the enemies.

War is the battlefield that tests humanity the most.

Here, some people are cowardly, some are brave, some are timid, and some are fighting bravely... Everyone has their own thoughts and thoughts in their hearts, and has their own past and future. When the war is over, many people and things will be wiped out, and the only thing left is an indelible spirit.

The British army did achieve a great victory, but the flames of hope left by the rebels were not completely extinguished.

In the struggle of resistance, some people saw a new way out and a future.

They will quietly turn into little sparks, waiting for the day when the prairie fire begins.

In Hanbi City, Fusang, who was able to win the victory of the British army in Derry City, let out a long sigh of relief.

But after he breathed a sigh of relief, he felt a little confused in his heart.

After that, he walked casually in the garden courtyard alone, occasionally looking at the flowers and plants, or the exotic animals raised in the courtyard, as if he was relaxing himself.

However, in the four corners of this garden, there are two people wearing turbans and dressed as guards standing on guard for him.

One of the young guards kept his eyes fixed on Fusang's swaying figure.

This person is Aguang from the Gupta family who has become one of Fusang's confidantes.

He has done a lot of things for Fusang in the past two years. He is quick and reliable, and his work is very safe, and he has gained Fusang's trust.

It's just that Fusang is wary of everyone around him at the moment, and Ah Guang is also among these people.

After wandering around in the garden for a while, Fusang ordered the servants at home to start preparing a sumptuous dinner.

These days, he has been terrified by the Battle of Derry, fearing that if the people of the British Company fall, his family will be liquidated by the old masters of the country.

Fortunately, the most terrible situation did not happen, and the status of Daying Company was still as stable as a holy mountain.

Although the uprising activities in various places have not been completely suppressed at this time, Fusang believes that it is only a matter of time, so he plans to have a good meal tonight.

After the end of the Battle of Delhi, some people rejoiced and encouraged, while others wept loudly for it, and staged a picture of all living beings.

The British troops who won this time did not adopt a policy of tolerance and religious tolerance for the indigenous people behind them because of the resistance of the Turkish troops. Instead, they further intensified their pace of aggression and at the same time enhanced their cultural invasion and penetration. .

When night falls slowly, Fusang is sitting in the open-air garden of his home, enjoying a sumptuous dinner. In the sky in the far north, a few lone stars are scattered among each other, dotting the dark night sky.

In the southern part of Delhi, which has been turned into scorched earth, in the Jhansi Kingdom on the south bank of the Yamuna River, Queen Jhansi, the ruler of this small state, took advantage of the fact that the British went to other countries to suppress judgments, and had no time to take care of her own state. country, took the opportunity to lead the army to regain control of Jhansi Tubang from the garrison here.

Looking at the British garrison that was breached in front of her, Queen Zhanxi threw the burning torch in her hand into the house that was splashed with hot oil.

In the night wind, the fire grew wildly, and quickly turned into a series of fire snakes and engulfed all these houses.

The British captive who saw this scene cursed angrily, "You damned natives dare to betray us! When our British troops get here, all you natives will have to die!"

The Queen Zhanxi, who was only in her 20s, looked back at the English captive when she heard the words.

She said coldly, "Let me tell you, you are the ones who really deserve to die!"

"It was you who first set foot on our land, forcibly invaded our states, and deliberately provoked civil wars among states. You squeezed our people, plundered our treasures, and killed our soldiers. The real villain in the world!"

Unexpectedly, the other party sneered, "Stupid! Do you know that if we hadn't come here under the guidance of God and were willing to save you natives, your continent would still be ignorant and backward until now!"

The Queen of Jhansi shook her head and said, "We don't need your barbaric salvation, nor do we need your God. God belongs to you, and the land of Jhansi only belongs to us!"

At this time, Queen Zhanxi, whose face was illuminated by the raging fire, did not know how much waves her words were about to cause.

(End of this chapter)