Rebirth of the Flying Era

Xin Deli, Victoria Palace.

In the luxurious conference room decorated with solid wood, more than twenty people sat around the long conference table.

To the north of the conference table, a gray-haired woman stiffened her neck. Her expression was serious and her eyes were extremely firm, but under the table, a pair of hands were tightly clenched, as if she wanted to dig her nails into the flesh of her palms.

At this time, news of the defeat on the Eastern Front had reached Xindeli.

She went from disbelief at the beginning to shock and panic later.

Although he looked calm on the surface at this time, he was actually quite panicked inside.

She never dreamed that things would develop to this point. She expected that there would be fierce fighting before, but the Jiangjuns all swore to tell her that no matter it was the eastern or western front, there would be absolutely no problem.

In this season, even if the powerful enemy in the north wants to take action, the number of troops that can be mobilized is very limited.

Especially on the Eastern Front.

They believed that for the enemy, the roads there were worse than those on the Western Front, and the logistics and supplies could support troops of a few thousand men at most.

This is also the reason why they took the initiative to withdraw their troops after fighting so beautifully.

There was no railway transportation at that time, and it relied entirely on two roads, which could not support continued fighting.

However, no one expected that Shan Guo would stab him fatally from the side.

The expected imaginary enemy did not end up, but they restrained most of their troops on the western front, and Shan Guo took advantage of it.

Led by Le Yuanchao and Ding Dachen, they took advantage of the super mobility of wheeled armored vehicles and carried only a small amount of infantry to form the arrow of the assault.

Without waiting for the follow-up large troops, it only took eight hours from crossing the border to arriving behind the Indian army in Assam!

We set out at dawn in the morning, demolished three enemy strongholds along the way, and advanced for more than 400 kilometers along the winding road at around 2 o'clock in the afternoon.

The enemy didn't react at all, and his anus was exploded...

When the news came back to Xin Deli, everyone was dumbfounded.

All the generals who had been chatting before the war shut up.

Sitting in the main seat, Xindila looked at the dull conference room and felt extremely upset, but she knew that she could not lose her temper. There was no point in losing her temper at this time.

Maintaining his composure, Xindila took a deep breath: "Everyone, now is not the time to hold people accountable. The main army on the eastern front has been defeated. We must come up with countermeasures as soon as possible, otherwise..."

Everyone understands what will happen ‘otherwise’.

After the elite mobile troops on the eastern front were annihilated, there was no large-scale organized field force in the entire east of Uttar Pradesh and Madhya Pradesh for thousands of kilometers.

The closest city with heavy military deployment is Allahabad.

If the enemy is allowed to reach Allahabad in one go as if they were in an uninhabited territory, it means that they will lose a quarter of their territory.

At this moment, an old man with a big beard and a wrinkled face stood up and said: "Your Excellency, colleagues, the top priority now is to take countermeasures. We must quickly mobilize an army to block the invaders east of Bangladesh."

This is actually nonsense. Everyone present knows that people must be deployed to block it.

But where will people be transferred and how many people will be transferred? There are many ways.

After the old man finished speaking, someone immediately asked: "There are twelve divisions and more than 200,000 people around the capital. Is it possible..."

Before this person could finish speaking, someone immediately objected: "No! Under the current situation, if you want to block Shan's attack, you must have more than 100,000 people. Even if you include the garrison in Allahabad, you need at least 100,000 troops in Xinde and Li." Transfer three divisions, more than 50,000 people..."

Having said this, the man looked at the woman sitting in the middle: "Your Excellency, don't forget who our opponent is! He is a world-recognized military strategist and a master tactician. What if this was a conspiracy from the beginning? Once We withdraw our troops and the enemy suddenly moves south, what should we do?"

In an instant, everyone in the conference room shut their mouths.

In fact, this is what everyone is worried about.

Troops were deployed to reinforce the eastern front, leaving the capital defense empty. No one could afford this responsibility.

And this is where Father Lin’s brilliance lies.

Bluffing, watching with eager eyes.

Let the enemy not figure out where his real killing move is.

Xin De and Li will either allow the Eastern Front to rot and let the armies of the single countries advance straight in.

Or risk the capital being threatened and fall into a dilemma where no choice can be made.

In fact, this is not a very clever strategy. Everyone in this conference room can see through it.

It's just that I have seen through it, but I still can't crack it.

As the saying goes, a person's name is like the shadow of a tree.

In the same situation, if someone were to be the commander-in-chief, the atmosphere in Xinde Li's conference room would definitely not be so depressing.

Even though the current intelligence shows that there are no large troops stationed on the western front, no one can guarantee that the capital will be 100% safe after the deployment of troops.

Until then, the old man who spoke at the beginning spoke again: "If it doesn't work...just mobilize troops from the south~"

India and India have a national standing army of one million people, which is dispersed throughout the country during peacetime.

At this time, in order to fight the Pakistani army, most of the troops were gathered on the western front and near the capital.

The total strength is more than 500,000.

The eastern front is dominated by Bangladeshi guerrillas, and the number of Indian troops is less than 100,000.

The main force previously defeated by a single country has lost more than half, and the others are scattered in various places and are retreating and gathering.

However, based on the current feedback from the front line, the single army has a large-scale mechanized force and its marching assault speed is very fast.

The remaining troops of the Indian army are mainly light infantry. Unless the enemy stands still, it will be difficult to complete the tactical assembly.

As for the guerrillas in Bangladesh, it is even less possible to count on them.

Although these people have obtained a lot of equipment from the Pakistani army, their training level and fighting will are far behind.

It's okay to play at their home court, but forget about pointing them to stand up at this time.

Xindila looked deeply at the old man who just proposed.

Of course she knew what the troops remaining in the south were for.

Since ancient times, South India, which is dominated by the Deccan Plateau, has its own independent language and culture system.

Because of the British and French colonists, they were forcibly kneaded together.

Now we are still in a state of listening to the tune but not the propaganda.

The former Kingdom of Hyderabad is just one example, including the state of Kerala targeted by Du Fei this time, which is the former Kingdom of Malayalam.

Therefore, even if there is a war in the north, Xin Deli will still leave enough troops in the south to prepare for the emergency.

What will be the consequences if these troops are mobilized?

The best result was to mobilize troops and defeat the single army, and the south did not move. Everyone was happy.

The second step is to defeat a single army. If there is turmoil in the south, it can be accepted reluctantly.

The most unacceptable result is that troops from the south are sent over, only to be defeated by a single army again, and the south falls into rebellion.

Thinking about that result, Xindila couldn't help but feel numb.

However, no one can make up her mind for her, she must make a decision.

Xindila felt like needles pricking her temples, but she couldn't show fatigue on this occasion, she had to persevere and be strong!

After a moment, Xindila said in a deep voice: "Okay, let's mobilize troops from the south~" Then he looked at the row of people in military uniforms on the left: "Leave the details to the military, I have no other requirements, be sure to hurry up !”

After the decision was made, the meeting quickly adjourned.

The old man who spoke first returned to the office downstairs and lit his pipe as if nothing had happened. After taking two puffs, he reached for the phone and said, "Hey, as you wish... of course... it's a pleasure to work with you. I have always believed in His Highness the Prince." The generosity of…”

…

The other end is far away in the manor in Hyderabad.

Ailul received the news a few hours later, and Xin Deli finally decided to mobilize troops from the south.

This made him extremely excited. As for the extra money for those old guys, it was worth it in his opinion at this time.

Normally, hundreds of thousands per year is the norm, but this time at a critical moment, it’s a different price.

However, whether it is three million US dollars or five million US dollars, it is insignificant compared to the re-establishment of the Kingdom of Hyderabad.

The next thing he had to do was wait patiently.

The previous victory of a single army in Assam strengthened Airul's confidence.

He believed that these troops drawn from the south were no match for a single army and would definitely go there and never come back.

As long as these troops are gone, he can raise the banner.

At the same time, it is 1,700 kilometers away from Hyderabad.

Having just annihilated the main force of the enemy, Li Yuanchao and Ding Dacheng rested briefly on the spot, waiting for the follow-up infantry to follow.

This battle was fought very cleanly, because he unexpectedly penetrated the enemy's back.

Coupled with the powerful firepower of the tank destroyer transformed from an eight-wheeled armored vehicle.

With just one face-to-face encounter, the enemy's main force was defeated.

The real battle actually only lasted for more than two hours, and the follow-up was to clear out small groups of stubborn enemies, and then to capture prisoners in batches.

Even in Ding Dacheng's original plan, once the war became anxious, the northern friendly forces would take the opportunity to move south, forming a situation of two-sided attack.

Unexpectedly, the enemy did not persist to that point at all, and even the following infantry could only catch up to clean up the battlefield.

Dispur, Assam.

In a two-story masonry building, Li Yuanchao and Ding Dacheng looked at the map and discussed the next step.

Ding Dacheng said: "According to the plan, we have exceeded the first step. Next, we must rush south to Dongba before the enemy can react..."

Li Yuanchao nodded. He knew his position. Ding Dacheng was a veteran on the battlefield and was above him in terms of ability and experience.

Moreover, their journey here was originally a link in the entire battle, and now Ding Dacheng's asking for his opinion was just a gesture.

As for why he went to Dongba, Li Yuanchao knew it well.

There were three divisions of the Pakistani army that had just surrendered.

These people were all transferred from all the way from West Pakistan and were imprisoned after the surrender, totaling 60,000 to 70,000 people.

If these people are rescued and re-armed.

The strength of Li Yuanchao's troops can reach 200,000.

Li Yuanchao and Ding Dacheng did not point out how much combat effectiveness these people exerted.

Instead, they wanted to take advantage of the humiliation they suffered after being captured and the resentment they had suppressed in their hearts.

Don't forget that Li Yuanchao's real purpose this time is to fish in troubled waters, seize chestnuts from the fire, and search for capital.

Originally this 'bad guy' was supposed to be Li Yuanchao, but the plan didn't change quickly.

Now that there is a better top tank, Li Yuanchao just took it out.

Therefore, the two hit it off immediately about going to Bangladesh to rescue the Pakistani army.

But before departure, there is another question, that is, what to do with the prisoners.

There were more than 20,000 people in total, nearly 30,000.

Ding Dacheng definitely didn't want to take care of it, so he simply asked Li Yuanchao: "Yuanchao, what are you going to do with these prisoners?"

Li Yuanchao was no longer the former Wu Xia Amen. A ruthless look flashed in his eyes and he said calmly: "Uncle Ding, our military rations are limited and we cannot feed these prisoners. I think it is better to hand them over to the locals directly. They are all family members..."

Ding Dacheng felt a chill in his heart and took a deep look at Li Yuanchao.

I realized again that the young man in front of me was really not the same kid as before.

He is truly a tyrant and ruthless.

Handing those captured Indian troops to the locals in Northeastern states is definitely a desperate plan to kill two birds with one stone.

Places like Northeastern were even poorer than Shanbei. It was difficult to even feed themselves, so there was no surplus food to feed the captives.

What's more, the relationship between these foreign troops and the locals is quite tense, and conflicts often break out.

Li Yuanchao also had another purpose in killing someone with a borrowed knife.

It is to let the local people break with Xin Deli and completely cut off their retreat.

With this blood debt, Li Yuanchao can feel at ease.

Ding Dacheng pursed his lips.

Although it is said that righteousness does not guard wealth, and kindness does not control troops.

But he still didn't like Li Yuanchao like this very much, but then he thought again, if it weren't for this fierceness, Li Yuanchao would have died in the deep mountains and forests of Shanbei.

Ding Dacheng raised his hand and patted Li Yuanchao on the shoulder, turned around and walked out without saying anything.

…

Meanwhile, Sri Lanka.

On the blue Indian Ocean, Du Fei was sailing on a cargo ship to Cochin in southern Kerala.

Three groups of mercenaries have arrived in Kalabunda before.

Du Fei stood on the deck, and the warm sea breeze blew in his face, lifting his clothes.

After arriving in Sri Lanka via transfer flight from Xiangjiang, Du Fei did not wait too long before receiving news of Shan's victory on the Eastern Front.

Du Fei was waiting for this, and immediately began to send mercenaries from the frontline base to Kerala in batches.

The previous three batches totaled more than 700 people. This time was the last batch, with almost the strength of a reinforced battalion.

There were more than 1,500 people before and after.

Only more than a hundred elites among these people will go to Padmana Temple with Du Fei.

Others will support from the rear after Alul raises the flag, causing the effect of beacons everywhere.

To tease the fate of those local forces who are waiting and watching.

Once a prairie fire is formed, it will be difficult to clean up the mess.

While Du Fei was thinking, he looked to the northeast, where the distant coastline was looming.

Hundreds of years ago, Portuguese colonists followed this route to reach the west coast of Indu.

A few hours later, Dufy's ship arrived at the port of Cochin.

Sufficient preparations had been made and there were no accidents along the way.

There was nothing wrong with the port either.

Du Fei's crew came in the name of a European tour group.

On the surface, they followed formal procedures, but privately, they spent enough US dollars in Cochin.

Although the people who collect the money know very well that there must be something going on here, but what does it have to do with them? If you have money, you are a bastard.

As for what happens in the future, they are not afraid.

Anyway, it's all formal procedures, and the people coming are all senior European tour groups.

As for why those mercenaries with certificates of sixty or seventy years old look like they are only in their twenties or thirties, who knows~ Foreigners all look like that.