Standing on the high ground outside the city of Garol, overlooking the bustling city of Garol, Cadmead looked around. The climate in the early summer in the Senger Plain was really pleasant. Especially in this mood, it was quite a bit strange to climb up and look far. The feeling of holding the world in your hands may only be felt by a general who supports troops on an expedition. Others cannot appreciate this feeling. Seeing the people of Hyderabad crawling at their feet, the servile smiles of the nobles and gentry mixed with a hint of fear, the fawning manners of the singers and dancers, this domineering conqueror mentality is something that cannot be exchanged for or enjoyed at any time. of.
Well worth the trip! This is Cadmead's definition of his Northern Expedition. This is probably the most glorious scene in his entire life. His only regret is that he is only the coach of the Eastern Route Army, not the commander-in-chief of the entire army, but he should I am contented, and I am already a lucky person compared to those who failed to taste the wine of victory in this battle.
The Poirot Province is already under his control. The food stored in the dozens of grain hoards alone is enough to feed his army for several months. It is worthy of being the rice hoard of the kingdom. Take a look at the city of Garol These fat-minded officials and gentry would know that this place was well-deserved to be called Midun. Cadmead couldn't help but burst out laughing when he thought of this.
To the east is the wealthy province of Bengal and Calais, to the west is the Indian Kingdom and the Central Province, the core of the Hyderabadi people. Presumably the Hyderabadi people were already in chaos at this time, and to the north is The Holand Province is already at war. I heard that the gang of slaves and untouchables have caused a terrible mess in the Horan Province. Let's just let these gangs make trouble. I understand that these guys can't do anything, so they just dispersed. With the strength of the Hyderabadis, when they have had enough trouble, they can just wait for work to clean up the mess. According to intelligence responses, the Hyderabadis have begun to mobilize troops from Bangladesh to suppress them. Isn't this playing into their own hands
With the setting sun behind his back, Cadmeed squinted his eyes thoughtfully and stared eastward. The extremely wealthy province of Bengal was waving to him, especially the magnificent Emerald Castle. How tempting it was. A piece of fat? It has been occupied by idiots like the Hyderabadis and Sorians for so long. God should really open his eyes and see who should be the real owner of the Senger Plain.
"Sir, there is an urgent message from General Ram!" A horse galloped up the hillside, and the messenger saluted while taking out a letter sealed with lacquer from his arms.
After opening the letter and taking a quick look at it, Kadmeed had a smile on his face and nodded half-smilingly, "Haha, the Yakuans couldn't sit still anymore and finally sent out troops. It seems like it's time for the Hyderabadis to die. .”
Then he handed the Xinjian to the staff officer next to him and said: "What should Movol do at this time? It's hard to take care of the beginning and the end, hahahaha!"
"Sir, these Yakuans are clearly here to snatch the fruits of victory. These damn guys really know how to choose their timing. Why are you so happy, sir?" the staff officer who hurriedly read the letter asked with some confusion.
"Hey, you can't bite off more than you can chew, my staff officer. Look at how our 400,000-strong army has been fighting so far. We have hardly suffered any major losses, but the territory of the Hyderabadis is really too big. Our east-route army Two hundred thousand people have now occupied the four provinces of Kashhar, Tangi, Amman, and Poirot. We do not dare to deploy many troops in Tangi and Amman. There is also the province of Horan to the north, and the province of Horan to the east. There are two provinces, Bengal and Calais, and the people of Hyderabad really deserve their fate. The garrison in these places is rotten, coupled with the constant uprisings of slaves and untouchables, the people of Hyderabad are confused. Otherwise, , how could we reach here so easily?"
After a pause, Cadmead continued, "But even so, the troops in our hands are still stretched thin. General Ram also faces the 200,000 defenders of Hyderabad who are entrenched in the Ward Province. , behind them are the Central Province and the northernmost Degu Province. It is impossible to have excess troops. Even if we can successfully win the remaining three provinces, I am also very worried about whether we can control them. There are seven provinces with a population of nearly 10 million. If there is really trouble, do you think we can suppress it? I doubt it."
At this point, Cadmead's face was already a little serious, "Let us go to conquer the west again. Where will we have the extra strength? But if we let it go, will the Hyderabadis use the west as a base to breathe and regain their strength?" What about counterattack?”
"But now, the Yakuans have taken the initiative to share this pressure for us. This is what we wanted. The Yakuans' actions in the west will inevitably contain the strength of the Hyderabadis in front of General Ram. If they don't care , the Yakuans may even push all the way east, and the Tegu Province, Wad Province and Central Central Province will all be within their attack range. This will inevitably distract the attention of the Hyderabadis and will also facilitate General Ram's attack in Wad The province of Virtue launches an offensive, so that everyone gets what they need and everyone is happy, so what's wrong?" Cadmid smiled and spread his hands and explained, "As long as the rule of the Hyderabadis can be completely destroyed, with the Yakuans now The actual situation is that they are not yet able to compete with us for the central power of the Indian Kingdom. As long as we can control the central power, the future trend will be under our control, and everything will become logical, whether it is the Tanghe people or the Luo people. The humble people, or the Cominis, should think twice before doing anything against us.”
If the staff officer understood something, he nodded and said: "As long as we occupy the central area that originally belonged to the Hyderabadis, even if we cede some places to the west to the Yakuans, it does not matter the overall situation. It just allows the Yakuans to act as our resistance. The barrier to the invasion of the Hansen Alliance and the Holy Spirit Cult in the west, is this what you mean, sir?"
"Haha, staff officer, your knowledge has improved a lot. The Holy Spirit Church was originally the vanguard of the white people from the west who invaded the east. Freedom of religion and belief is just a trick to deceive the lower class. Look at those who are What are the missionaries active in our territory busy with all day long? Are they really preaching? Well, I don't deny that some people come with missionary beliefs, but a considerable number of them are selling sheep's heads as dog meat. Picture, and part of it is a combination of both. Don’t think that we are fools. The problems that occurred in the territory of the Yakuans are a lesson from the past. If not for this, the Yakuans would have followed suit if we sent troops in front. How can we wait until this time? I think His Majesty the Khan is already alert and will take countermeasures soon." Sighing with emotion, Cadmeed shook his head, "The land we are in is really It's so tempting, so everyone wants to get in on it, white people, Komini people, grassland barbarians, Tanghe people, who doesn't covet it? It's difficult to hold on to this land."
Just when Cadmead and his staff officers were lamenting and discussing how to reorganize the almost rested army and attack eastward, none of them thought that there was a province in Bengal more than two hundred miles southeast of them. On the land, more than 50,000 cavalry and more than 2,000 transport vehicles are advancing westward non-stop.
Watching the rows of armored cavalry galloping past him, the dark soldiers on the endless transport vehicles all held their guns and swords, and their morale was high. They served as a defense against the Tik people's attack. Moldo, the line defense coach, was almost going crazy with jealousy. Looking at the fat and strong horses, the fierce and wild warriors, galloping majestically on the thick land of the flat Senger Plain, Moldo could only One sentence to express my feelings, people are like tigers, horses are like dragons, don't say you have never seen such an army, I am afraid that the Tik people will encounter the same thing, and they will be badly beaten and bloody.
In fact, Moldo has always been suspicious and fearful of this powerful neighbor to the east, and he has always been cautiously opposed to cooperation with this neighbor to the east. He has always advocated closed-door peace talks with the Tik people to exclude external interference as the purpose of solving this incident. But the tough attitude of the Tik people and the rolling slave and untouchable riots shattered his illusions. As his own boss said, if the Tanghe people don't come again, Hyderabad and its allies will become Tik people. slaves, or become untouchables and sacrifices to slaves. How can we care about other issues when life, property and freedom cannot be guaranteed. Everything must be subordinated to the overall situation in front of us. There is really nothing left. What do those ethereal sovereignty and honors mean? Moldo thought with a wry smile. This sentence is probably the only thought of all the nobles in the tribe. You are right, there are still many people to care about.
Moldo thought bitterly, it was all caused by the damn Tik people. Since they want to swallow him, let the Tanghe people break their teeth with this big stone. It is easier to ask the gods than to send them away. Even if the Tik people are defeated, how should the Tanghe people deal with them? The only hope is that the Tanghe people can treat the Pangzhe people just like they just want to extract some economic benefits from themselves.
Moldo, who was worried about gains and losses, secretly glanced at the thin man standing beside him with his hands behind his hands, watching the swarming army. He was wearing a well-fitting soft armor covered with an ordinary cotton cloak. The calmness revealed in the ordinary showed that this person was extraordinary. No one would believe that such a humble and elegant man who looked like a scholar was actually Cui Wenxiu, the commander of the Northwest Army stationed in the mainland, known as the "Butcher of the Western Regions."