Chapter 3: The Rise of Great Powers 260: India Confrontation 9

The night in Dhaka is peaceful and peaceful. The moon is brightly hanging in the sky and shines on the earth. The insects are shouting in the grass and insects. From the walls of Dhaka City, the tents of the coalition forces in the distance are shining with lights in the dark night. The lights are connected with the stars in the distance, making it difficult to tell whether it is the light or the starlight.

Pu Dingcha stood here for a long time. He had fought many battles for the interests of the British Empire throughout his life. But he never thought that the enemy would come to the city, and the hope for victory was so slim.       The camp where tens of thousands of coalition troops was so wide that they seemed to be filled with the vast Ganges plain.                 The undulating mountain shadows in the distance, you could still see the lights in the military camp. The faint dim lights gradually merged into the end of the night, and in the distance there was a blue sea of ​​stars.           Such a beautiful scene made Pu Dingcha uninterested. His heart was just heavy, as if a heavy stone was pressed on.

Now Pu Dingcha only hopes to delay the rainy season. At that time, the continuous moldy rain will make the Chinese outside the city retreat. Of course, Pu Dingcha is not just staying in Dhaka, he has other arrangements.

A lieutenant colonel officer walked behind Pu Dingcha, and he whispered to Pu Dingcha: "God of General, the cavalry has come out."

Pu Dingcha's frown stretched a little, and he grabbed the silver cross on his chest and said, "May God bless the young men of the cavalry regiment, and hope they can destroy the supply line of the yellow race."

The Lieutenant Colonel let his heels beside him, and after a crisp sound, he said, "Please let go. Colonel Feilin will definitely complete the task. They will take the route from Kumila to the east and go straight to the rear of the Chinese coalition, and then enter the mountains and forests to block the transport teams coming and going.

Pu Dingcha nodded, his sad eyes glanced at the coalition camp in the distance, and turned his head for a while and said lightly: "Let's go down."

Dhaka City has been under military control. The streets are deserted at night. Occasionally, British soldiers patrolling are scaring away one or two rats that are looking for food. It seems that the entire Dhaka City is already asleep. But there are some exceptions, that is, in the bars on the streets and alleys. Push open the crooked low door. The bustle and noise are coming.

There were already people in it, loud shouts and warm applause from time to time, which was to applause for the mother to show her candied skin. There were more soldiers here than usual, and they filled the bars and became the biggest customers here. Maybe they would leave the world tomorrow. Whether to enter heaven or hell is not the thing these Christian soldiers considered, at least to make today happier. The market rules also work here. Since the British army entered Dhaka, the bar business in the city has flourished, and the bar dancers have become popular. The officers often quarreled and even fought for a not-so-pretty dancer.

Kalina's beauty is naturally more popular. Kalina has a shiny black head, her figure and her skin, in the words of those British officers. It is the devil figure that seduces them. That night Kalina was taken away by a British officer again, a captain with a curly head. He beat down a drunken lieutenant and won the right to have Kalina overnight. The captain was a little anxious, so he took Kalina out of the bar early.

Their destination was to the north of the city, which was originally a place where the Mughals fed elephants and horses, but now it has become a barracks.

The guards of the barracks saw the captain bringing back a charming Bengal girl. Although they did not dare to show anything in front of the captain, their eyes were eager to swallow Kalina.

When you walk inside, you can see that the horse shed that originally belonged to the Mughal royal family is still being used. The fresh horse manure underground proves that there are still many horses here, but now these horse sheds are empty. The captain should be a cavalryman, and his house is not far from the horse shed.

Kalina put Gao Ting's chest on the captain's arm. The soft and gentle feeling made the captain's blood rush. He now wished he could recite Kalina on the spot.

Kalina said in half-mature English: "Die, be gentle. Are there anyone else here? It's during the war, aren't you afraid of being revealed?"

"Go! Your ** is so comfortable. You don't have to worry. Everyone else has gone on the mission." At this point, the captain stopped.

In the hazy night, two balls of black shadow glue were on the same piece. From time to time, I stumbled into the captain's small house with some stutters.

Kalina was pressed tightly against the wall. She felt a hot and hard thing stuffed under her, and a little dry and suddenly a spicy ball under her, which made her frown and gasp in her mouth.

The pain made Kalina grab the captain's strong back with her hands a little angry.

"Damn it, you hurt me. Why don't you go to the battlefield to duel with the Chinese? You annoying guy will only bully women."

Kalina's scolding made the captain stop. In just one second, the captain could no longer bear it. He immediately moved again and said, "It's great, it's just like this in heaven. You don't have to worry about the Chinese. Our cavalry has already come out and they will soon have no ammunition and food."

The captain no longer cared about speaking, and he made a whisper in his mouth, as if the person before his death was bargaining with the devil, his eyes were half-turning. Kalina looked at the captain with some contempt. This guy must be done, don't dirty my skirt. Thinking of this, Kalina spread her plump thighs, and a hot stream made Kalina tighten, and soon the slippery thing flowed out along the base of her legs.

He was tortured all night in the captain's room, and Kalina left the camp early the next morning. As Kalina left, the news that the British had released a cavalry also reached the ears of the members of the Neraslow family in Dhaka City. Soon this information was sent to the camp of the Allied Forces outside the city.

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Zeng Guofan looked at the thin local man in front of him strangely. He coughed hard, with a feeling of discomfort on his brown face. He was sucking his hands in his throat, and after a while, a white linen cloth was pulled out of his mouth, with some Sanskrit written on it.

"Let me find someone who understands Sanskrit."

Molvi Ahmad Sha had already sneaked into India again with the support of Zeng Guofan. In the end, Zeng Guofan had to find Ashvia Singh, recommended by Feng Zicai.

Zeng Guofan did not expect that this man would not want to give the cloth to Ashvia. Singer, and yelled to find Laslow.

It was not until Zuo Zongtang showed up in the tent with Laslow that the man handed the blood-stained strip of cloth to Laslow.
Chapter completed!