Thunder Strikes Back

Chapter 813 Death of the Prime Minister

Chapter 813 Death of the Prime Minister
The Indian guards did not expect the enemy to attack from all sides. Unfortunately, they did not encounter the inflexible mediocrity who attacked the Supreme Court.When Yahini was defending the New Delhi Convention and Exhibition Center, he considered the attack plan from the perspective of the attacker.

The building has gates in the north and south, and glass curtain walls shielded by flowers and plants in the east and west.The defenders originally hid the tanks in the building to avoid air strikes and strengthen the defense in the east and west directions, but suddenly faced with the tanks rushing in from several directions, they were unable to parry for a while.Most of the 3 tanks hidden in it were killed before they could fire.

There were only about 80 paratroopers on the top of the building, and they easily controlled this commanding height and held it firmly.These people had a huge psychological deterrent effect on the enemies below.Now every Indian soldier hiding in the central government building knows that they are being attacked from both sides.

The Indian soldiers who lost their ability to judge in panic began to fire rockets to the first floor, and at the same time threw incendiary bombs, which instantly turned the first floor into a sea of ​​flames. Infantry fighting vehicles were forced to withdraw from the first floor of the central government.But the fire inevitably began to spread to the second floor, and the building was in a state of water shortage at the moment, unable to fight the fire by itself.Soon the fire detonated the ammunition depot on the second floor and collapsed a corner of the building.

The retreating Pakistani infantry found a radio on the dead body, and Yahini tried to use the radio to persuade the enemy who continued to stand upstairs to surrender.He found a platoon leader who knew some northern Indian languages ​​and shouted at his opponents. The Indian commander seemed to be hesitant to fight, but he still couldn't trust the Pakistan Army and asked at least one Chinese officer to guarantee their safety. Will consider surrendering.Where did Yahini find a Chinese officer, out of consideration for the safety of the paratroopers on the roof (if the fire spreads, it may burn to the roof.) Yahini could only agree to a 1-hour truce.

In the Indian Army Command, the indecisive Marshal Pasad faced the same debilitating problem.His main force was engaged in a fierce battle in the city, and the Chinese had completely withdrawn from the battle, watching from the sidelines; while the Pakistanis seemed to have burst out with unprecedented fighting determination and omnipotent means of combat.With firearms of all calibers they have poured out their hatred in the heart of India.Enemy tanks are rampant in the city, and planes are flying around with bombs hanging around, completely unconstrained by any humanitarian or humanistic and historical values.

A Pakistani infantry division even started attacking the Jama Masjid. The enemy went completely crazy. They pushed the rules of warfare back to the Middle Ages.Even though the Indian Marine Corps intentionally shelled residential areas during the capture of Rakaki, it was for some tactical purpose, to drive away refugees and hinder the movement of troops, but the current Pakistani army is only for destruction, let it go at this speed Development, New Delhi will be completely demolished by them within a week.

One day ago, the marshal put forward about 1 conditions to the Chinese side, but the other party refused to answer them all, and he was not even interested in bargaining. Now he has not many cards in his hand. Is it still meaningful to continue to resist?He waited eagerly for Charmain to come back and give him some advice.

"Reporting to the commander, the Guards Wing stationed at the central government building asked us for help. They said they were about to be overwhelmed," an officer reported.

"Why didn't the Guards go to Muyar?"

"General Muyar can't do anything, he is divided in the eastern region, and he can only strengthen the troops in the direction of the People's House."

"What about the Supreme Court?"

"In the last hour, the enemy attacked twice. We counterattacked with the help of solid buildings, but suffered heavy losses. The river bank was completely lost. The enemy's direct fire at the Red Fort made our men unable to hold their heads up."

"It seems that the city is very difficult."

"In addition, the enemy air force has been trying to attack our passage below, and has dropped heavy explosives, but the main passage is still open."

The marshal turned and looked at the map.

"If they occupy the parliament building, or any part of the central government building, they will drive a wedge in the most core area, and we can only mobilize troops under their noses, and we will inevitably lose ground and become more passive."

"Yes, currently several roads from the Delhi barracks into the government area have been cut off and cannot be supported."

"Is there any sign that the Chinese army is mobilizing again?"

"Not at all. They disregarded their command relationship with the Pakistani siege forces to the Western media this morning. The Pakistanis are fighting completely independently this time."

"Uh-huh."

"The report shows that we lost 1500 casualties in the Supreme Court's defense zone in the morning, and the enemy's casualties have at least doubled. The loss of troops in other theaters is still being counted, and it is estimated that they will not be less than 8000."

"My God, nearly 1 people were lost in half a day."

The marshal walked back and forth among the large group of people with his hands behind his back, carefully thinking about the context of the evolution of the matter.He originally thought that the Chinese would be afraid of being caught in street fighting and the cost of attacking the city, but he was obviously wrong, and they did not get involved; he thought that the Chinese high-level would be afraid of attacking such a big city, and the humanitarian responsibilities they would bear, but he was also wrong. The Chinese deftly sidestep the question.Now Western journalists are following the refugees to take pictures, and what they see is the refugee camps built by the well-disciplined Chinese army in advance behind the defense line, where there is clean water, food, and certain medical facilities. In fact, the refugees voted with their feet, proving that It made them trust the Chinese army.

"Could this be the reason why they have nothing to fear?" He thought wildly by himself, and the more he needed someone to point him out, the more Charmain would not be by his side.

The marshal bowed his head and walked around the sand table of the main building of the simulated city, and walked to a young officer who was modifying the data, "Say, what should we do?" He blurted out and asked the low-level staff officer.

The staff officer was speechless for a while, the marshal has always had a strong sense of military rank.Never asked the captain for advice.In the highly hierarchical Indian army, this is undoubtedly a taboo for officers. Under normal circumstances, even a chief officer who has no idea can't ask his subordinates directly. Face, or to maintain morale.The Indian army is a blindly obedient army. Everyone thinks that their superiors have a solution, but Pasad, as the commander-in-chief, knows best that there is no other way at this moment.If there was one, it was the man and the station tucked away in the corner of the command post.

"Maybe we should... withdraw from the war zone," said the captain, standing at attention.

"Withdraw? Have you considered the consequences?" The marshal stared at the staff officer.

"I feel...I feel" the captain realized he had said something wrong and began to stammer.

Charmain had been at the door for a while, just in time to hear the marshal's questioning, so he stood at the door for a while.The people behind him, not so patient, squeezed to the front at once.

"The captain is right, the army should withdraw from New Delhi immediately, not only that, we should stop this hopeless war immediately."

The one who spoke was not a soldier, but all the officers present knew him. He was Krinasi Gandhi, the former speaker of the House of Representatives.The crowd watched Gandhi speak in amazement.

Most still remember the leader of the opposition party who hugged Kahan solemnly at the start of the war.Gandhi was the number two man following Kahan in the televised live broadcast of War Day.

In his opening remarks, Kahan mentioned that he was determined to follow the cause of Gandhi and Nehru since he was a child, which is considered to be enough for Gandhi.Krinasi Gandhi reciprocated. He justly condemned Pakistan's terrorist acts, and then called on all Indians, regardless of party affiliation, to join in this just war.As the leader of the opposition party, his speech effectively bridged the political differences between the two parties, allowing India to mobilize all its forces for the war.

"Your Excellency Marshal, what are you waiting for? Waiting for them to wipe our capital off the ground? I know you have a channel to communicate with the Chinese, tell them what you think, tell them that India doesn't want, can't, keep fighting gone."

The Marshal looked past Gandhi and onto Charmain's face.Charman nodded helplessly. He revealed the enemy's radio station here to Gandhi. I didn't expect this big mouth to leak it in front of people so soon. Fortunately, the situation is now, and it doesn't seem to make much sense to continue to conceal it. .

"Mr. Director, how is the Prime Minister?"

asked the Marshal.

"At least when I left, the prime minister was still fighting tenaciously. If there is any change, the prime minister's first secretary and the doctor will notify me as soon as possible."

"The Prime Minister didn't leave anything? A political will or something?"

"I'm afraid not. He has no heir."

There were about 40 military officers in the command room. They stopped what they were doing and watched their bosses and the chief of intelligence talking about the Prime Minister's affairs.

"Khan is not important anymore, he is finished," interrupted Gandhi, standing between the two men, "we can stop the war without him."

"If the prime minister doesn't choose a political successor, who will have the right to stop the war?" Pasad stubbornly asked the question of responsibility and power. He hoped that there would be a substitute behind Kahan to issue such an order.

"If the prime minister is gone, that person is you. You are the chief of staff of the army and the supreme commander of the New Delhi defense zone. The law of war stipulates this. Unfortunately, we may not be able to find a justice to explain it. We must act urgently. Come on," said Charmain.

Pasade is in a desperate situation, and everyone wants to push him to the cusp of the storm and overthrow the historical responsibility.

At the same time, in the basement of the Prime Minister's Office.

Prime Minister Kahan finally plucked up the courage to take out the small glass tube containing the poison in his pocket.He rang for the secretary to come in and ordered him to fetch a glass of warm water.

Everyone around him knew that the prime minister was going to swallow the poison, but they couldn't figure out why he had to take it with warm water. It was obviously superfluous, or it was just the timid side of his subconscious being exposed.

After the secretary delivered a cup of warm water, he left the room wisely, but did not go far, but hid at the door to eavesdrop.He had already received a check from the British Broadcasting Corporation and promised to send the information as soon as possible. Of course, there were also intelligence chiefs and spies from several other countries on the waiting list.

Kahan poured the indigo poison into warm water and walked to the statue of Gandhi with the cup.

In the past, whenever he faced difficulties, he would look at Gandhi in the painting, so as to find enlightenment and new courage.Gandhi smiled and looked at him without any trace of sadness.

Kahan once hoped that he would leave a strong mark in history and surpass all former Indian prime ministers, but now, only the title of the first prime minister who committed suicide by taking poison is left waiting for him.

The hand holding the cup trembled violently, almost spilling the water.

"Be brave." He yelled, scaring the secretary hiding behind the door.

The trembling cup finally reached his mouth, and he felt warm water pouring into his mouth, obviously everything was irreparable.

He felt his vision begin to blur, but suddenly his consciousness became clear again.

Kahan remembered the doctor saying that the poison would work in a fraction of a second without any pain, and the doctor was obviously wrong.He felt that he was caught in a long wait, and death had not come yet.

The world became dark and warm, and time seemed to stop passing.He saw a group of people around him discussing something enthusiastically, and the leader was Singer, the heir to his ideological legacy.The officers surrounded them solemnly, as if they were discussing something with Singer. General Spanga, who had a mustache, was particularly active. He walked up and down the table, playing with the wooden tank models representing the tank divisions.

"Everyone, do you have any questions about the offense?" Singer said.

"Our 21st Army has no problem. Once they pass through the Thar Desert, they will definitely be caught off guard." Spanga said confidently.

"In the north, we will use defense as an offense. When necessary, I can use 6 to 7 divisions to cross the mountains and then capture Fort ***." Meneyam said.

"But we must pay attention to the timing." Charmain stood up from the shadows, "Generals, I must remind you that if the fighting on the Western Front cannot be ended in early November, the rainy season in Assam will end. The main enemy of China may rely on the new railway line to launch an attack."

The officers of the assault group all smiled.

"It won't wait until November, I promise," Spanga grabbed a model tank in his hand and smashed it hard on the map, "In June, my White Tiger Division can reach Quetta. There will be competition in the north of the mountains, and as of August, Pakistan has become two or three countries, forever losing the ability to fight back, and then we can use the railway network to quickly mobilize troops to Assam."

"How are you, dear Lieutenant General Chaguye?" Singer asked the calm Lieutenant General Chaguye.

"Give me two more squadrons of attack aircraft, destroy the enemy's radar, and I can ensure that Tespur is impenetrable." The lieutenant general said with a dignified but confident face.

"I'm afraid there are no more squadrons, but I can give you the Tiger Shark Squadron. This is the most elite unit in my hand, and it has been practicing to attack the Chinese snow mountain radar." The Air Force Chief of Staff appeared out of nowhere and gave The strongest assurance of Tespur's commander.

"A squadron, can it work?"

"The Indian Air Force has no rubbish, do you young man? Come and hear what our good guys have to say."

In a blinding light, two thin young men walked into the crowd.

"Lieutenant Rahsinagoya, Lieutenant Jafar, come to report."

"Tell the lieutenant general, are you confident?"

"Of course, the Indian Air Force is always ready to win every battle."

The scene in front of him reached a touching climax, but suddenly began to disappear. Kahan wanted to reach out, shake Singer's hand, tell him that he had forgiven him, but Singer disappeared, and then the rest gradually disappeared.

The most precious memory of the Prime Minister is fading, that was his best time, the whole of India has never been more united, Indians have never been more confident, but it all comes to an end.

The secretary who was hiding outside the door heard the sound of the glass falling to the ground, followed by a dull crash, like a bunch of potatoes rolling to the ground.He knew that the matter was over, so he hurried to the communication room. Now was not the time to think about his personal feelings and the fate of the country. He had to make a few calls immediately to avoid being preempted.

(End of this chapter)

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