1825 My New Daming

Chapter 341 The Indians don't want the Indian Empire anymore, what are you British fighting for?

If you are not allowed to retreat, you will surrender?
The white-skinned officers who led the Indian soldiers on the front line were all dumbfounded. They never thought that their Indian soldiers were so flexible. What made them even more dumbfounded was that they seemed to have nothing to do with the surrendered Indian soldiers!

Because once those damn Asan raised their hands high, they were prisoners of war of the Ming army, and they had nothing to do with their original superiors.If their original superiors still want to punish these spineless Indian soldiers, they must first defeat those Japanese devils who rushed into the trenches with bayonets and rifles screaming.

The ghost soldiers who have captured many Indian Asan soldiers on the Malayan Peninsula already know these dark and spineless enemies very well, and they have been told by their superiors again and again-don't shoot and kill Indian Asan who surrendered , If you catch a live Asan and hand it over, you can exchange it for Shishi Zhixing, so these Asan are still very valuable!
Of course, white skins are more valuable. A white skin is worth twenty stones. If you are an officer, you can increase the price according to your rank. And it doesn't matter whether you live or die!

Therefore, except for some of the devil soldiers who rushed into the trenches to control those Asan warriors who "never say back and raise their hands high", the rest of the devil soldiers were shooting with rifles and rushing forward to pick up those white warriors with bayonets. Skin.

When the white-skinned officers and non-commissioned officers saw this scene, they immediately lost their will to resist.Still resist a fart?There are only three or two white skins in a squadron, and more than 100 Ah Sans below have surrendered. How can it be possible to defend with three or two white skins?But these white skins are not willing to imitate the third brother to raise their hands bravely.After all, they weren't Ah San who had been lying down as slaves for a long time, but they were the masters of the British Empire!If the British Empire is gone, their losses will be great.

So these white skins didn't say anything, turned around and ran, ran down the embankment as if flying, and then plunged into the traffic trench.

It's impossible to fight two or three dozen times, and it's better to run. After all, their white-skinned long legs are not comparable to the little radish legs of the Japanese devils. How can they run if one step equals two steps not drop?
Seeing such a white-skinned man with no martial arts virtues, the Japanese devils with small radish legs had nothing to do, so they had no choice but to scold "Baga" while picking up their rifles and shooting casually a few times.

So at the front of Woodlands Beach, the screams of the devils and the crisp shooting of Taiping rifles rang out together.However, the marksmanship of these Japanese devils is actually not very good, so they didn't kill a few white skins-this year's devils are just not afraid of hardship (because it has always been bitter), and they are not afraid of death (Bushido). It's commonplace, but it's completely different from the ghost soldiers of World War II in another timeline.

However, those white skins who escaped from the devil's guns were not so lucky when they met their own supervisory team - Viscount Beresford had already given an order, whoever dared to back off would be shot to death!This kill doesn't matter whether it's a white man or a third.

Of course, Viscount Beresford also took care of the officer who commanded the White Pit Warlord's team. Don't kill too many!Kill the one who takes the lead, if all of them run down, you can't kill them all
And these white-skinned officers who retreated from the frontier of Woodlands Beach seemed to be leading the way. Before they retreated to their second-line positions, most of them were shot by a burst of machine guns from their own people.
But no matter how sudden the white-skinned supervising team was, they couldn't prevent the collapse of the defense line in the Johor Strait.Not long after the area around Woodlands Beach was completely controlled by the devils from the four brigades, the nine battalions of the Ming army that had assumed the task of feigning an attack also began to launch a real attack with the cooperation of the devils who had already occupied the position on Woodlands Beach!The Japanese soldiers fought along the seawall, while the Ming army forced their way across the sea.Under the attack from two fronts, the Indian soldiers who would never give up, of course, still use the old method - raise their hands high, disarm and surrender.The British officers who commanded them were either beaten to death by the Ming army and Japanese soldiers, or they were suddenly stunned by their own supervisory team when they fled.

And the news of the rapid collapse of the defense line in the Johor Strait was quickly reported to Viscount Beresford on Bukit Timah Hill by the white-skinned British soldiers who were supervising the battle on the second line-in fact, there is no need for the people below to call, Beresford The Viscount also knew that the line of defense he had painstakingly managed had been breached.Because one after another, the sun and moon flags and the chrysanthemum flag have been raised on the British-Indian defense line on the front line of the Johor Strait.

"Damn, damn Indians are cowards! They are all cowards. I will shoot them all!"

Viscount Beresford, who saw this scene on Bukit Timah Hill, turned blue with anger, and his voice trembled.The Strait of Johor is a natural danger!Moreover, the trenches, barbed wire, and artillery fortifications are quite complete, and there is also a five or six-meter-high embankment to rely on.Even if it was bombarded by the Ming army for an hour, the loss would not be too great. How could it collapse at the first touch?
"Viscount, Viscount"

Just when Viscount Beresford gritted his teeth and said that he was going to shoot the Indian soldiers on the defense line in the Johor Strait, his chief of staff, Viscount Fogg, ran over in a daze.The chief of staff has been talking on the phone with the front line just now, and all he has is first-hand information!

"Fokk," Viscount Beresford glared at his chief of staff angrily, "you go to the reserve position immediately. Reorganize the Indian bastards who have retreated from the front line, put them into the reserve team, and then launch a counterattack! If Anyone who dares to hesitate to move forward will find them all and kill them one by one!"

"Viscount." Colonel Fogg shook his head, "No, not many people retreated from the front line of the Johor Strait, they, they"

"What?" Viscount Beresford was taken aback. "All of them were killed? Impossible? There are 4 or [-] people on the defense line in the Johor Strait!"

Colonel Fogg shook his head: "No, not many people died, they all surrendered!"

"Surrender?" Viscount Beresford was taken aback, "What's going on?"

"Viscount," said Colonel Fogg, "all our British officers and non-commissioned officers who came back from the front (a few of them were not killed) reported that the Indians rushed up as soon as the enemy rushed up the dike. Handing in their guns and surrendering, the white officers couldn't control the troops at all, so they had to retreat. The result was again."

He killed many of his own people again!
"Traitors! Traitors!" Viscount Beresford roared angrily, "These traitors to the Indian Empire should all be shot!"

"Viscount." Colonel Fogg said with a mournful face, "What should we do now? Those Indians are not willing to fight at all, and we can't hold the line of defense. Should we take the rest of the people into the fortress and coastal forts? This may be more effective. Support some days."

Hearing this suggestion, Viscount Beresford almost lost his breath.The designation of the unit he commanded was the Malay Regiment of the Imperial Indian Army—a unit of the Indian Army, not the British Army.There are not many whites in the team, and most of them are Indians.If only white officers and non-commissioned officers are taken into forts and forts now, it is hard to say whether they can be gathered to 3000.

And what fighting spirit do these 3000 people have?The Indian Empire no longer wants any Indians, so why do a bunch of white British people bother?Isn't this in response to the Chinese proverb, that the emperor is not in a hurry, but the eunuch is in a hurry?

Just as he was about to object, the earth-shaking roar sounded again. He quickly turned his head to look, and found that the Ming army's shelling had started again.This time the bombardment was the reserve (second line) position of the defense line in the Johor Strait. If it cannot be defended there, the Ming army will soon be able to break through to Bukit Timah Mountain!

Temasek Fortress. To be finished!

(End of this chapter)