It has been two days since the Sharp Knife Battalion of the [Brigade] of the Second Military Region of Ladakh entered the war, and the officers and men of the battalion have been reduced by 20 percent, which is enough to collapse the Ladakhi troops, and there are only 461 fighters left in the battalion who can still fight. But the Gurkha mercenaries endured silently without saying a word, without panic or shouting. The Gurkha soldiers of the Sharp Knife Battalion were still as strong as iron, and the huge casualties did not seem to affect their high morale in the slightest.

Although the battalion officer of this Sharp Knife Battalion, Captain Nipal Bahadur, is a commander who can't even read a military map, Deputy Commander Captain Ram prefers to lead elite squads to play assault night raids, and he is more suitable to be a brave and fearless platoon commander; Yadav was a staff officer who couldn't even arrange artillery fire points, but he was just as brave. In hand-to-hand combat, there was no one in the entire Sharp Knife Battalion who had been able to defeat him, and his scimitar had once reaped the lives of at least thirty people; Deputy Chief of Staff Prachanda Deupa is the smartest man in the entire Knife Battalion, but he is also a sharpshooter!

Well, anyone can see the problem with the Sharp Knife Battalion. The entire officer class has a serious low military quality, and this sharp knife battalion can only be a 'knife' held in the hands of the top leaders. All they have is the courage of a horseman!

And the Marathas opposite them, these cloth-hatted Maratha soldiers also have a certain patriotic passion, although some of them are Sikhs, and Ludhiana and Jalandhar are in East Punjab, where many people believe in Sikhs. But these Sikh soldiers are still working for the different faiths of the Maratha Maharaja. This phenomenon was widespread in India, especially after the introduction of Celestial Buddhism to India.

Regardless of the unpopular rule of the Maratha princes in Punjab, Sikhs, Ladakh, Gurkha and other countries have been regarded as invaders by thousands of Indians, and the image of the Chinese as the masterminds behind the scenes has been blackened. Therefore, the Maratha soldiers have a certain degree of active resistance, but Ah San is Ah San, and the two or three hundred thousand troops of the Marathas in the original time and space were easily defeated by the 50,000 British and Indian troops, which has proved their combat effectiveness in a sense. Ah San is desperately also Ah San!

"Major, the enemy will soon launch a larger attack." George Blair did not say any greetings, and said directly to the battalion commander Kumar that the enemy's large-scale rocket bombardment must be an attack, "In terms of ammunition, we have just been restocked, but there is a serious shortage of personnel." "Five hundred men came from the third battalion, and the Marathas, according to the British military system, had a battalion of more than a thousand. The British only adopted the operational structure of divisions in 1807. The infantry division has a full strength of 15,000 men, but in practice it rarely reaches this size. Each division has 2-3 brigades, and each brigade has 2-3 regiments. Most divisions were to be accompanied by some cavalry and artillery. Combat divisions are commanded by generals and have their own staff departments.

Each regiment (also called a "half-brigade") numbered between 2,000 and 4,000 and consisted of three battalions, one of which was a reserve battalion, as well as regimental medical teams, transport teams, and some regiments were attached to an artillery company, consisting of four or six small-caliber hexagonal guns, usually commanded by a colonel.

The battalion was the most basic tactical unit of the British, commanded by a major officer, and numbered from 600 to 1500. Each battalion has a grenadier company (80-120 men) and two chasseur companies (120-150 men), which are the main combat units of the battalion. This was followed by a logistics wing and two reserve wings. The Marathas learned the British to the fullest, and the three battalions killed 500 people, that is, two main battle companies and a logistics wing.

"So, we need support!" Blair said very seriously. It was as if the two main battle companies of the third battalion had already suffered more than half of the casualties.

"Mr. Lieutenant, this is not what a British Empire officer should say." The regiment commander Jasudaban rejected him with a serious expression, and his tone was unprecedentedly harsh, you must know that Jasudaban, who had been to Britain before, did not have ordinary respect for the British, and was even more in awe, but now no matter how much he respected the British, he could not condone Blair's chaotic military spirit. The third battalion had just entered the battlefield, and their casualties were less than two platoons, "Reinforcements are for those in need." You are cowardly, Lieutenant. Your actions are very irrational. ”

Jasudaban believed that his 1st and 2nd Battalions had sufficient connections in the regimental headquarters, and if he sent troops to support the 3rd Battalion, then the 1st and 2nd Battalions would follow him and ask him for reinforcements. And these reserves are the ultimate followers of Jasudaban. Any officer knows the importance of reserves.

"Yes, Major, I also don't think such a thing is very appropriate to say at this time. But I must report back to you the current poor estimates. "George Blair is not a very stubborn person, but he is a man who is afraid of death, and he still sticks to his opinion." I believe that the enemy forces facing our unit are being strengthened, and the defensive positions of the three battalions will be the main target of the enemy's attack. We must have a certain amount of reserves, at least one more company of our troops. "The casualties of the third battalion were less than fifty, far from the point of calling for rescue. But Blair had been frightened by the scouts' report, and the scouts of the third battalion had reported to him two hours earlier that there had been a change in the position opposite, and the change continued for two hours.

"Mr. George Blair, the third battalion does not need reinforcements and there are no reinforcements. What you should do now is get back to your job. "Jasudaban just looked at Britain again, and at this time he was also angry.

A captain officer with a gauze wrapped around his head next to him also said with contempt: "There is no need for cowards on the battlefield. If you are cowardly, you can leave our ranks. "In the eyes of this newly wounded captain, this military adviser is purely afraid of death! He had already seen the horror in Blair's eyes, what three battalions were going to be attacked, and there were not enough troops, all of which were excuses.

So he had to break through Blair's disguise, he had just been wounded, which was all the more in line with his bravery. Moreover, not all of the Marathas were inclined to cooperate with the British, they were already aware of the merger of England and France, and some were already agitating for the Maharaja to be in power with France

Swept away by the captain's eyes, George Blair seemed to have been suddenly stripped of all his clothes, and all his secrets were exposed to the public, and the shame in his heart turned into great anger in an instant, and he seemed to have been greatly insulted, and his face turned red: "You are insulting the brave British Army, you are insulting the great England." Captain, the soldiers of the British Empire are always willing to sacrifice their lives for their homeland, and in Europe, in the Americas, countless blood and sacrifices have long proven our bravery. If you are a European, for the slander you say, I will propose a duel to you. Only one of the two of us can walk off the dueling arena alive, an insult that only blood can wash away. ”

"You should be glad you're a Maratha."

"Therefore, I must tell you that the soldiers of the British Empire are not afraid of sacrifice, but the life of every soldier of the British Empire is priceless and cannot be sacrificed blindly. I believe that this can also be applied to the Maratha army. ”

"Any blind sacrifice is stupid, that's not bravery!"

Blair is worthy of being a top student who graduated from Eton College, and this mouth is indeed very good. Black can also be said to be white.

When Jasudaban heard the translator's words, he immediately looked at Blair differently, regardless of whether this guy's judgment was correct or not, it was good in his heart. "Lieutenant Blair, you are a real soldier, and I apologize to you on behalf of Jatri."

The Maratha soldiers of the entire regimental command gave Blair a high look, only the captain, the gauze Jatri with his head wrapped in gauze, who dared to swear to Brahma that this clever Englishman was absolutely afraid. But Jatri is not an idiot who does not understand anything, he is very discerning from a Brahmin family, and knows that he and Blair will not end up with a hard top at this time, because he has no evidence, so he gets off the donkey. But he firmly believes that the coward in front of him will have a moment when his true form will be revealed.

Jasudaban's mood was high, and he was deeply inspired by Blair's words.

As a man who had a deep contact with the British, he knew very well what the army of the British Empire was, and in terms of courage, he thought that the Maratha army was inferior to the British. So in essence, he looked up to advisers like Blair from the British army. Jasuddarban, who only knew a little about the British situation, did not know that it was very easy for a noble child like Blair to mix a junior officer in the British army, only 100 pounds, or not at all.

So George Blair is telling a lie, and this is an excuse he made to hide his cowardice. Jasudaban, however, believed it and was deeply inspired by his words. Therefore, ignorance is not terrible, but what is terrible is a person who is less than half a bottle and swaying.

People who have developed imagination and love brain supplements, the gods can't save them.

Jasudaban gathered everyone in the regimental command together and gave an impromptu speech: "Brothers, today is the first day of our regiment on the battlefield, and it may also be the last day of our regiment on this battlefield. The next attack of the Ladakhs and Sikhs will certainly be even more ferocious, and they may crush our entire regiment to dust in the next attack. But we still have to stand firmly here, and we can't shrink back, we can't be timid.

Even if we die, our bodies and souls will guard this place.

Because this is our land, the land where our people have survived for generations, our dignity and our rights. We can't back down!

Now I want to tell you that from now on, all the people in the regimental headquarters must be ready, all of us must be ready to go to battle at any time, and I will lead you to fight together with the soldiers on the front line, and together we will shed your last drop of blood to resist the enemy's aggression.

All of us, whether it is the regimental headquarters, the soldiers on the front line, all of us, must be ready to sacrifice. We have reinforcements, but we have to forget about them, and we can only rely on our own strength on the battlefield.

Let's summon up the courage to win, hold the belief that we will die, and fight bravely. For the Marathas, for our home! ”

"For Marata, for our home!" The entire regimental headquarters, after a brief silence, burst out with neat and loud answers, whether they were sincere or not.

And there seems to be a providence in the dark. As soon as Jasudaban's spiritual encouragement Dafa was in actual combat, hundreds of rockets flew out from the opposite position.

The sound of "boom, boom, boom ......" was also intensified again, which was a precursor to a new offensive by the Sikh coalition forces in Ladakh.

From the observation post at the regimental headquarters, the Maratha soldiers could clearly see puffs of black smoke rising from the open space in the middle of the battlefield. That's what was left over from the explosion of the rockets just now, and those rockets were not conventional rockets, but smoke grenades.

Ten minutes later, the shelling extended deep into the Maratha positions, and then the assault troops were dispatched, and one by one the demolition teams rushed towards the Ludhiana defensive positions with explosive packs full of gunpowder on their backs.

The presence of fortresses and bunkers made the attack very difficult, and the power of the artillery was weakened to the extreme. Therefore, whether it is Chen Han's national defense force or Ladakh's army in this situation, all they have is human lives and explosives bags!

"Bang bang bang ......, bang ......"

The Marathas in the trenches of the fort fought back with all their might, muskets, rockets, rockets and shotguns, and a rain of bullets in the fireworks.

"Boom! Rumble! ”

The rockets roared violently, and one after another fell to the ground with a whistling sound, the explosion was deafening, shrapnel flew in all directions, and people continued to fall in the net of fire intertwined with the rain of bullets and shrapnel, some died on the spot, and others let out a miserable howl, hitting the nerves of everyone.

No matter how tenacious a person is, in the face of pure slaughter, in the face of repeated 'annihilation', it is impossible to be demoralized. If it's a big force attack.

Therefore, the Ladakhis sent out small forces. When the thick smoke of gunpowder enveloped the entire battlefield, the killer Gurkha mercenaries of the Ladakhs, the Sharp Knife Battalion, were dispatched.

The military adviser sent by Chen Han immediately ordered the artillery unit to bombard the opposite side with all its might, regardless of whether the 60mm hexagonal cannon could cause real damage to the opposite fortifications.

This is a routine that has been systematized. First the fire, then the smoke grenades, then the death squads, and then the real guys.

This 'routine' has spread all over the world, but as long as it is applied flexibly, it can still work.

No one cares whether the 'routine' is old-fashioned or not, and their first concern is always whether it is useful or not. And this routine turned out to be useful.

Blair is the victim of this routine, but his ability is really limited, and he can only watch the rapid collapse of the third battalion in front of him, like a collapsed snow-capped mountain, irretrievable.

Then, after the grief-stricken Blair was hit by a stray bullet in the buttocks, the man lay on the ground and became a prisoner of war of the Ladakhs.

Blair should be glad that the Gurkha mercenaries were not as horrific and barbaric as the Europeans advertised, and that they kept prisoners. Gurkha mercenaries who did not leave prisoners on the battlefield existed only in the mouths of Europeans.