A Romantic Detective in the Qing Dynasty [Complete] - 28

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Part Six, Chapter Fifteen: Right and Wrong.

I ran a few steps, then suddenly remembered Pu Fei. Looking back at him, he seemed even more anxious than I was, sweating profusely. Had I mistaken him? But the assassin was clearly killed at his place, so why wasn't there any blood on the spot? Besides him, could there be another suspect in the mystery of Cuihai City Prison?

Reaching the palace gate, Fei'er stood there, pulling Pu Fei to the adjacent Yanxi Hall palace.

Afraid she would wrongly accuse the child without asking questions, I quickly used telepathy to tell her, "Don't make wild suspicions. He's been with me the whole time; it doesn't seem like he was involved!"

Fei'er said, "I know what's good for me!"

I entered Tishun Hall and found the doctor bandaging Pu Lin's wounds. Soong Mei-ling was lying on Pu Lin's body, crying incessantly. Pu Lin remained unconscious.

I rushed forward and grabbed Pu Lin's hand to check his pulse. I froze as soon as I grasped his hand: "Everything seems normal, there's nothing seriously wrong. Why is he unconscious?"

I listened carefully to his breathing, examined the location of his injury, and noticed his heavy, suppressed breathing and the wound on his shoulder. I understood; he was faking it. I turned and pulled the imperial physician out of the Ti Shun Hall.

I asked, "Tell me the truth, how is the Crown Prince's injury?"

He trembled, his face pale, and after a long pause, said, "This servant doesn't know whether to say it or not, but the Crown Prince's injury only affects the flesh; he shouldn't be unconscious. There seems to be another reason for his unconsciousness!"

I nodded: "Alright, that's enough for now. Don't tell anyone else. Go inside!"

"Yes!" He hurriedly turned and went into the Ti Shun Hall.

My heart sank. "Using a minor injury to exaggerate his recovery, what is he doing? Is he trying to retreat or advance?"

Yan'er chased after me, looked at me for a long time, and finally said, "Does he want to go back to Longhua Island?" It seemed she also knew that Pu Lin was faking it.

I shook my head and asked softly, "Has the murderer been caught?"

"One was killed. It was Meiling who fired the shot. I didn't expect the little girl to be so skilled; she blew his head off with one shot. The other one escaped!"

I didn't say anything and slowly walked towards the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

Yan'er silently accompanied me.

In this world, fighting against heaven, earth, and people is inevitable. This is also a test from heaven and earth, a whetstone for our growth! I don't want my child to be a coward, scared out of his wits by an attack! But now, what I'm thinking about is that I don't want Pu Lin to stage this farce himself. How could a sudden attack make him pretend to be unconscious? Was it deliberately arranged? What was the purpose? Was it to force his brothers to retreat? Or did he want to withdraw from the conflict himself? Whatever the purpose, it's something I desperately don't want to see!

Suddenly, a thought flashed through my mind. I turned and ran towards Tishun Hall. Yan'er, unaware of what was happening, followed me into the palace.

Once inside, I said authoritatively, "Everyone, leave. The Empress and I have something to discuss with the Crown Prince."

Everyone else gradually left, except for Soong Mei-ling, who looked at me in surprise.

Yan'er pulled Soong Mei-ling up, saying gently, "You go out first. He won't do anything! Don't worry!"

Mei-ling obediently stood up, nodded, her beautiful eyes red and swollen from crying; she truly didn't know the inside story.

Seeing that everyone had left, before I could speak, Pu Lin opened his eyes, quickly sat up, and whispered, "Father! Let me go back to Longhua Island!"

I said coldly, "Did you see the assassins' faces?"

"Yes! It was Huang Mao and Pian Tou! Pian Tou ran away, Huang Mao died!" Pu Lin said.

I was completely bewildered, but Yan'er grabbed Pu Lin's arm in surprise: "You saw clearly?"

"We grew up together, how could I mistake him?" She was grabbing Pu Lin's injured arm, making him wince in pain, but he still answered honestly.

Yan'er let go, deflated, and slumped onto the bed where Pu Lin was sitting.

I looked at Yan'er strangely, and after a long while, she understood my confusion and slowly said, "The one with the side-headed head is Yixuan's grandson, Pu Bin, and the one with the yellow hair is Prince Bao's grandson, Pu Li. They grew up with Lin'er and Fei'er! Oh, those were the two who went with Fei'er to visit the prison at Cuihai last time! I haven't heard that they've returned to China; those two must have some connections!"

My heart skipped a beat. The problem was now very clear: Pu Fei was involved in this assassination attempt. Then why was he so anxious just now? Was it fake? It didn't seem like it! Could it be someone else? I thought for a moment and said, "Immediately order a search of the families of Prince Bao and Yixuan, and arrest Pu Bin swiftly!" Yan'er immediately got up to arrange the arrest, but I stopped her.

I said sternly to Pu Lin, "A true man should stand upright before Heaven and Earth, always considering the interests of the people. A mere drinking buddy has ruined you like this? Get down here and immediately carry out my orders!"

Pu Lin tried to argue, but Yan'er slapped him: "No matter who's involved, His Majesty's decree is yours to carry out! Go and make the arrangements, or your father will send you to the execution ground!"

Pu Lin didn't dare say anything more, quickly got up, put on his shoes, and ran out.

Watching his retreating figure, I sighed deeply. Yan'er hurriedly said, "He's definitely afraid you'll make things difficult for Pu Fei!"

I nodded, "After such a big incident, it's not a matter of making things difficult anymore. He can only pray for his own good fortune!"

Just then, Fei'er brought Pu Fei in, and I asked gently, "Did you instigate Pian Tou and Huang Mao?"

Pu Fei trembled with fear, knelt on the ground, and hurriedly kowtowed, "Even if I had the greatest courage in the world, I wouldn't dare to kill my brother and forget my ancestors! These two are my childhood drinking buddies. Last time we went to Cuihai, they insisted on coming along. After the incident, Huang Mao said, 'Your older brother is in danger now, don't you want to...'" "I need to find a way to help him. What if that fake stuff gets back to the palace? Your brother won't be able to tell the real thing from the fake, and he'll fall for it!" "That makes sense, that's why I came to you. After I returned to Beijing, I didn't see them at all. These past few days, people have been coming to my place to cause trouble. I thought it was my brother trying to force me to leave, so I didn't take it seriously. Later, when my brother came to me, I realized there might be someone else involved, which is why I issued the kill order!"

Although he said that, I still felt he definitely knew the inside story. I turned around, my back to him, and said, "You didn't know you were faking the killings with those assassins? Last night I clearly saw someone..." "He was killed by your assassin, but there's no blood on the ground. How do you explain that?"

Fei'er cried, "You unfilial son, you're about to die and you still won't tell your Emperor Father the truth!"

Pu Fei hurriedly scrambled up and hugged my leg: "I'll tell you, I'll tell you everything! I really haven't seen those two people. It was Wang Jingwei who told me that a group of people wanted to drive out my elder brother, saying he was too harsh on the Iron-Capped Families, cutting off all the past subsidies and erasing the hereditary rights of the Iron-Capped Families! They all support me becoming the Crown Prince! I also said that this wouldn't work, but they wouldn't listen to me at all! Later they answered..." "Since they didn't want to hurt my elder brother, I turned a blind eye and let them make a scene!"

I kicked him several meters away and shouted, "Guards, take him to the Imperial Clan Court! He's not to come out without my order!"

Pu Fei rushed over again, grabbing my leg and saying, "I know I was wrong! I can change! I'll never do it again! I never intended to hurt my elder brother, and I couldn't control them anyway!"

Yan'er also knelt down with a thud: "Your Majesty, have mercy! Considering Pu Fei's youth and ignorance, and that he was tricked by the villains, please give him to me to take back to Longhua. He'll never be allowed to participate in state affairs again!"

Fei'er knelt on the ground and said, "Your Majesty sent Fei'er to the mainland, and I said before that he was not suitable to participate in national affairs. Now that trouble has indeed occurred, Your Majesty, considering that he is my only son, please allow me to take him back to Longhua to reflect on his actions!"

Just as she finished speaking, Cai Xin rushed in from outside, grabbed my other leg, and cried, "Cai Xin also knows about this matter and has tried to persuade Fei'er, but he can't find those people at all. We can't even catch a trace of Wang Jingwei. We heard he's with a Japanese man, and we think there might be Japanese interference here. So today, Fei'er came to confess this matter to Father Emperor, but then Elder Brother was assassinated, and Fei'er must be terrified and dared not confess! If Father Emperor really wants to punish Fei'er, Cai Xin is willing to accompany him to the Imperial Clan Court to serve time. Please grant Cai Xin's wish, Your Majesty!" She then knelt there and kowtowed repeatedly.

Alas, what a cursed son has a virtuous wife—is it a blessing for the family or does Heaven not want to kill him?

I pulled Cai Xin up and sighed, "Alright, let him return to Longhua to reflect on his actions, but he cannot stay in China any longer. Fei Fei, take him back to Longhua immediately on my special plane! Go directly to the airport now, and he is not allowed to meet or contact anyone in China! Empress Yan, go see him off! If he disobeys again, you two will be severely punished!"

Pu Fei hurriedly knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly, "Thank you, Father, for your leniency! I will definitely repent and never repeat this mistake again!"

Cai Xin hurriedly said, "Cai Xin can never be separated from Brother Fei in this life. Please allow Cai Xin to accompany you!"

I waved my hand, "You can come with me. I will inform your father later!"

Yan'er dared not delay and hurriedly led Fei'er, Pu Fei, and Cai Xin out. As soon as

I left Ti Shun Hall, I immediately ordered Qing'er and Chiang Kai-shek to take men to arrest Wang Jingwei. Qing'er knew that her brother was in trouble and was too frightened to say anything. She grabbed Chiang Kai-shek's hand and hurriedly left.

I knew Wang Jingwei wouldn't just sit and wait for us to arrest him, but now was the time to test Chiang Kai-shek. I wanted to see his loyalty and efficiency.

We didn't catch Pu Bin or Wang Jingwei, but Chiang Kai-shek arrested the Japanese man, Inoue Murao, who was with Wang Jingwei, and issued arrest warrants for both Pu Bin and Wang Jingwei nationwide through the Ministry of Public Security.

The Japanese man was very stubborn and refused to say anything. I said to Pu Qing, "I appoint you as Vice Minister of Public Security. You must find a way to get him to talk so we can capture this whole group! But don't use torture!"

Pu Qing hurriedly knelt and kowtowed, saying, "Father, please allow Kai-shek to accompany me on this mission!"

Without thinking, I said, "Alright, I appoint Kai-shek as Deputy Commander of the Police Force to cooperate with the Ministry of Public Security in solving this case!"

Chiang Kai-shek immediately knelt and kowtowed, saying, "Thank you for your grace! Kai-shek will definitely complete the mission!" Then he grabbed Qing'er and left.

Only after the two figures disappeared from sight did I realize: "How did I give Chiang Kai-shek military power?"

Luckily, all official positions require nomination by the State Council and approval by Parliament; I only have the authority to appoint deputies. Otherwise, in a moment of impulsiveness, I might have made him the commander of the police force!

I'm so reckless!

(Part Six, Chapter Sixteen: The Australian Business Group)

When Yan'er, a member of the self-pleasure team, returned, it was already dark. Seeing me, she glared at me resentfully and said discontentedly, "Was it really necessary? You didn't even let them have a meal before kicking them out. Fei'er is just a child; why did you get so angry! It's already good enough that he didn't lay a hand on his own brothers; what more do you want from him?"

I didn't say anything, but pulled her into my arms: "You let them eat before they left?"

"How dare I? Your death order practically sent me to the execution ground too! I did buy them food to eat on the way, but they might not be able to finish it! The three of us came into this world together. You've already gone too far by removing her from the position of Empress. What more do you want?"

I sighed. "Do you remember what I said before? So many royal families have turned against each other in their struggle for power, brothers fighting amongst themselves. I don't want it to happen in our family! But it's happening now. If I don't make a firm decision to stop this, will our family ever be alright?"

Yan'er looked at the prepared food, still sitting there, already cold. She asked, "What about the children?"

I said, "I've sent all four children away. I had Pu Lin and his wife control Yixuan and Prince Bao's families, and I had Qing'er and her husband interrogate the Japanese they captured. Once they've found out, they should also arrest the murderers!"

Yan'er was shocked. "But neither of them is connected to the police! What you're doing is illegal!"

I said casually: "I've appointed Qing'er as Vice Minister of Public Security and Chiang Kai-shek as Deputy Commander of the Police Force! But I regretted it as soon as I made the appointments!"

Yan'er laughed: "Is it because you said you wouldn't let Chiang Kai-shek control the military?"

I nodded: "I'm always worried about him, he's too cunning!"

Yan'er laughed: "You're probably overthinking it, let him do it for a while and see!"

I nodded and said: "This task I gave him is probably going to stump him. I told him not to use torture, and that Japanese guy is holding his tongue!"

Yan'er laughed: "That probably won't stump him, he's a shrewd guy! I bet we can win something!"

I clapped my hands with her and said: "Okay, if he figures it out, I'll stay home and listen to you for a month!"

Yan'er happily clapped her hands with me and laughed: "You just wait to be my slave for a month!"

The next morning, Qing'er and Chiang Kai-shek really did come back to report. They had arrested Pu Bin and Wang Jingwei, as well as seventeen Japanese ronin and thirty-seven members of the Jingwei Corps who were involved in the matter.

I was quite surprised and asked Qing'er how the interrogation was conducted. Qing'er blushed and said, "Chiang Kai-shek didn't let me see it. He just put me in charge of arresting people. I don't know how he interrogated them, but that kid was full of tricks. In less than two hours, those Japanese devils started confessing! He confessed one, and I arrested one! Those guys hid in really good places. If that little Japanese hadn't spoken up, I would have worked myself to death to find them! That Wang Jingwei was even more ingenious. He disguised himself as a woman and hid in a brothel. When we arrested him, he was flirting with a customer. How were we supposed to identify him?"

"Did you hit that Japanese guy?" I asked.

"No, we made him confess happily! I heard that at first, he was so happy that he was practically ecstatic, until later he started moaning and saying, 'I confess, I confess!' And then Chiang Kai-shek made him happy for quite a while!"

"So happy that he couldn't stand it?" I asked curiously.

"Yes, that's how it is!" Qing'er blushed and nodded. When I asked again, she blushed and said, "I don't know, Father Emperor, you should ask Chiang Kai-shek!" After saying that, she pulled Yan'er away.

I became even more interested and summoned Chiang Kai-shek. I asked him, "What trick did you use to get that Japanese man to confess?"

Unexpectedly, his face also turned red, and after a long while, he said, "This method is a bit underhanded, but His Majesty forbids the use of torture, so I was forced to use this method!"

"Oh, what underhanded method?"

Chiang Kai-shek had no choice but to reveal his method.

It turned out that he took the Japanese man back, stripped him naked, tied his arms and legs to a pillar, then smeared grease on his penis, and called a large dog to lick the grease. The dog enjoyed the grease and licked it with great relish. At first, the Japanese man shouted excitedly, but soon he ejaculated violently, spraying the dog's head and face. Chiang Kai-shek then ordered his men to smear the oil on him again and brought over another dog to lick him. Not long after, the Japanese performed the same act again.

Chiang Kai-shek had eight dogs brought in one after another, making the Japanese man so weak he fainted at the sight of them, yet they still licked him until he cried out in pain. Finally, he hung his head and said, "I'll talk, I'll tell you everything, just don't let the dogs come again!"

I laughed out loud, "Good, let the dogs help them masturbate! That's more in line with this dog tribe! Okay, continue the interrogation, and add all these dozens of dog tribe members to my masturbation squad!"

Chiang Kai-shek was stunned. He looked at me in confusion. I said, "So, you're using your method to get these..." "Pry open everyone's mouths!"

Chiang Kai-shek said with difficulty, "That might be difficult. We don't have that many obedient dogs. I'm afraid some dogs will smell the aroma of grease and not just lick it, but eat it! That would cause deaths!"

I laughed, "Let them pray for themselves. If they really bite it off, it's because their ancestors accumulated too much good karma. You can interrogate them however you want. If they eat it, so be it. As long as the case is clear, that's all that matters!"

Chiang Kai-shek was really decisive. He immediately started interrogations in several torture chambers simultaneously.

The bizarre interrogations didn't come from the cries of being beaten, but from strange laughter. Of course, there would occasionally be a heart-wrenching howl, and sometimes a corpse would be dragged out, but this, combined with the strange laughter, made it even more eerie!

Chiang Kai-shek was indeed very shrewd. For those important prisoners, he had well-trained dogs serve them, which made our interrogations progress quickly. By evening, the case was basically clear.

It turns out that some descendants of hereditary princes colluded with Japanese Finance Minister Yukio Kawashima to overthrow my regime, install Pu Bin as emperor, appoint Duan Qirui as prime minister, and Wang Jingwei as vice prime minister. After the deed was done, Duan Qirui's government would cede Kyushu, Sakhalin Island, Ryukyu, and Taiwan to Japan, and exempt Japanese goods from tariffs indefinitely. To this end, they killed counterfeiters and then tried every means to sow discord between Pu Lin and Pu Fei, hoping to take advantage of the chaos.

Damn it, these self-proclaimed marauders are insane! They dare to plot against my Chinese Empire! I immediately ordered the confiscation of the property of thirteen hereditary princes involved in the conspiracy, arrested Duan Qirui and his supporters, and executed the main participants and the marauders on the spot at Caishikou. The remaining 2,342 were all exiled to the Arctic island of Betura in the Arctic Ocean for supervised labor, never to leave again.

My Chinese Empire formally notifies the Japanese government of its strong protest against the Japanese government's attempt to subvert my imperial family and government!

The Japanese government hastily sent representatives to China to repeatedly explain that it was an isolated incident by a few individuals, not representing the government, and replaced the Grand Chancellor.

I knew that a Grand Chancellor couldn't represent Japan; it was definitely the Japanese government interfering. But they had already planned their escape route from the beginning, considering sacrificing pawns to save the king. I secretly made up my mind: the punishment for those little Japanese must be severe. This wolfish nation, I will make them cry their eyes out, I will make those wolves lose their way! But not now, but when the time is right!

On the fourth night, the westward-bound trains began to transport the entire division and army, packed in sealed containers. On the fifth day, Yan'er, Shu'er (who had just returned from Longhua Island), Li'er, Zuo Baogui, and I flew to Lhasa. Now we have a large army gathered in Western Xinjiang—the army, cavalry, tank units, artillery units, and engineering units are all deployed there, awaiting my orders.

I know the British army now knows we're going to Afghanistan, so they've deployed heavy troops along the route from Gardez, south of Kabul, to Peshawar, India, preparing for a decisive battle with the Chinese army. At the same time, they're intensifying their attack on Kabul, hoping to cripple the Afghan government on the eve of our entry into Afghanistan, leaving the Chinese army without a legitimate reason to attack.

Shu'er looked at the blue arrows representing the British forces on the map and suddenly giggled, "Brother Emperor, is the strategy of 'besieging Wei to rescue Zhao' still relevant?"

I looked at the map and laughed heartily, "You want to attack Delhi?"

Shu'er smiled and said, "Occupying Delhi now isn't the right time, but attacking Delhi is a brilliant move. It can force the British army to return to rescue it, and we can strike their army on their way back!"

"Then we can suddenly send troops out of Kabul and lift the siege," I continued.

"Yes, this is called a feint attack on Delhi to secretly relieve the siege of Kabul! But the key is the encirclement and annihilation campaign in the Leyah area of India! It's a combination of 'besieging Wei to rescue Zhao' and 'besieging a point to attack reinforcements'! The crucial thing now is to have a force that can quickly appear near Delhi!"

Haibo thought for a moment and said, "Should we let Zhu Gang's Iron Army and his tank division be the main force for the attack on Delhi?"

Zuo Baogui was a little reluctant and said, "Let their army be the main force for attacking reinforcements. Our main focus should still be on attacking reinforcements!"

I laughed: "If the encirclement doesn't hurt the enemy, the siege of Kabul won't be lifted either." "To minimize losses during the siege, I'd prefer to position the Iron Army in front of Delhi, letting the British know our main force is there!"

Shu'er thought for a moment and said, "Alright, let's put the Iron Army along the Delhi line. They're highly mobile, and they can reinforce and fight reinforcements later!"

Shu'er happily said, "Great! Let's start from here and fight a major battle like the Battle of Leia!"

In May 1906, the Chinese government sent four notes to the British government, emphasizing that Afghanistan was a member of the Chinese Federation, demanding their immediate withdrawal from Afghanistan, a public apology, and compensation for all losses. The British government arrogantly rejected the Chinese government's demands and intensified its offensive against Kabul.

On May 7th, our mechanized forces suddenly appeared in Moradabad, India, and captured the heavily defended town in just half a day, exposing Delhi, the capital of India, a major British colony, to our powerful offensive.

The British hastily deployed the 4th Mechanized Infantry Division, the 5th Mountain Brigade, and four Indian Divisions to defend the outskirts of Delhi, and also urgently deployed the Royal Cavalry Division to Delhi. Thus, the British army deployed 130,000 troops along the Delhi line, which was disproportionate to the 30,000 troops we had deployed to attack Delhi.

How to fight the battle and whether we could mobilize the British forces in Kabul were now starkly before us.

Part Six, Chapter Seventeen: The Battle of Leia (Part One)

The crescent moon moved through the thick clouds, casting flickering light on the earth. The treads of the treads thundered, pounding against the streets of Ambala. Due to the fighting in the nearby city of Moradabad, a curfew was in effect, and the streets were deserted before nightfall. The sudden, earth-shaking roar of the treads sent chills down the spines of the city's inhabitants!

There were no streetlights, and the pale moonlight was hidden behind the clouds, creating a hazy grayness. It was impossible to see how many people had come; the narrow streets seemed to be completely packed, stretching as far as the eye could see.

Commander Malawi, the commander of the British 5th Mountain Brigade, sitting in his Mark tank, was now quite smug. Last time in Mandalay, Burma, he had been captured by Chinese troops, but that was only because the Chinese were impersonating British soldiers. Besides, the British artillery back then was subpar; they didn't even know what a tank was. How could they possibly win a battle? Now, his troops had undergone rigorous training for over a year and were equipped with the world's newest Mark tanks. (Historically, in September 1916, during World War I, the British 1st Tank Regiment used 32 British-made Mark I tanks to attack German positions, pioneering the military use of tanks. Because of our arrival, tank history has been rewritten.) This had dramatically improved the army's offensive capabilities. Now, they had also acquired a batch of Sokolov low-wheeled Maxim heavy machine guns with shields. His 10,000-strong armored army was now an invincible force in the world. Ha! Now that the Chinese army was coming to their deaths, he was about to show off his skills.

His only regret now is that General Freyyan, the military commander stationed in Delhi, didn't allow him to launch a preemptive strike. If he had been allowed to, he would have either slaughtered the Chinese army or beaten them to a pulp, venting his anger at being a prisoner of the Chinese!

Thirty years east of the river, forty years west of the river, hehe, the world is once again in the era of the British Empire!

Thinking back to the grueling training he undertook after leaving the prisoner-of-war camp, a chill still runs down his spine. Those were truly hell on earth. The devilish instructor brought in from Germany led his troops into the jungles of South Africa, where they endured hunger and shelter, the roars of wild beasts and the bites of snakes—the mere thought of it makes him shudder. Then he sent them into the Sahara Desert, where the unbearable heat, the blinding sandstorms, and the parched thirst still haunt his nightmares.

But the hardship has finally paid off. Now his army is an invincible force. What does he fear? He fears nothing more than not encountering a powerful enemy, not having the chance to unleash his might—that would be utterly devastating!

Today, he has finally got his chance to teach the Chinese a lesson. He has been ordered to lead his troops to Ambala, and now every pore on his body is open, his body feels lighter and more agile than ever before!

Suddenly an officer ran up: "Reporting, Brigade Commander, a Chinese army is advancing towards us."

The sound of enemy treads rolling was initially faint, but gradually grew louder and more intense, and the ground began to tremble... The adjutant beside him said in a trembling voice, "General, we—"

Malawi calmly said, "What's the panic? They're a bunch of suicide bombers! Our time to establish the might of the British Empire's army has come! Immediately order the soldiers to take up positions and prepare for battle!"

The adjutant replied, "Yes, sir!" and hurriedly directed the soldiers to quickly take up positions.

The artillery cannons at the artillery positions had their covers removed, and the Maxim machine guns on the outskirts of the city were aimed forward… but the roar abruptly stopped, followed by endless silence… Malawi hurriedly ordered a scout to investigate, and the scout returned after a while: “General, the Chinese army’s tanks are stuck in the mud, they’re all paralyzed in the swamp. They’re organizing a force to pull them out; I saw soldiers using ropes to pull the tanks!”

“How many of them are there?”

“About three hundred tanks, all stuck, and about two thousand soldiers, all tank crew. The officers are cursing and swearing!”

“Are there any Chinese troops nearby?” Malawi asked.

"We checked, and there are no more Chinese troops within 30 to 50 miles! Their main force is in Moradabad. This tank unit probably doesn't even know we've entered Ambala. They're here to occupy Ambala town."

Malawi jumped up immediately: "Bombard them! Open fire!"

His adjutant was about to run to make the arrangements when Malawi stopped him: "Wait! Don't waste those shells! We'll attack and wipe them out!" Malawi waved his hand.

"General, the commander only ordered us to hold our ground, not to attack!" the adjutant reminded him.

"The situation has changed! The commander doesn't know the enemy tank unit is trapped! If we don't wipe them out now, and they come up, it'll be much harder for us to eliminate them!" Malawi was now hoping for a windfall. Three hundred tanks—more than his own—if he could capture them, it would be a fortune!

"Alright, it's settled then. The adjutant will stay home, and I'll lead 8,000 men to attack. All tanks will be on board, and we'll prepare plenty of steel cables to pull all their tanks back. Our brigade's strength will immediately double!" Malawi no longer hesitated and began assembling his troops to prepare for the attack.

Political Commissar Li Ping, perched on a small hill, peered through binoculars at the enemy forces in Anbala Town. He whispered to Commander Zhu Gang beside him, "Commander Zhu, will they be able to come out?"

"Don't worry," Zhu Gang replied calmly. "Chief of Staff Park calculated it perfectly. Three hundred fake tanks—what a huge bait! They'll definitely open fire and destroy them! As soon as they start moving, we'll know the exact location of the enemy artillery and can wipe out the entire artillery group. The fact that they haven't fired means they want to seize these tanks, and then we'll have to turn the tables and wipe out the enemy!" He turned to an officer and asked, "Are your surveys of the enemy artillery positions accurate?"

The officer replied confidently, "Absolutely accurate. Twenty-two horse-drawn cannons and thirty-one motorized artillery pieces."

Zhu De said, "Good. I'll give the order to destroy their artillery group first, and then we'll attack! I'm taking my men and leaving!"

Zhu Gang and the officer departed. Li Ping whispered to the soldiers around him, "He's trying to drag our tanks, so let's grab his tanks first. We'll hit his tank chains first, see how he manages to break them! Fighting is all about spirit and morale. When the fighting starts, everyone get your spirits up and show the Japanese devils the might of our iron army!"

The soldiers silently took their grenade pouches and grabbed a grenade.

The tanks rumbled in. Although the British-made tanks weren't as advanced as the current Chinese tanks, their massive size was still quite intimidating. These tanks had been transported from Mumbai port not long ago. To maintain secrecy, they were said to be being used to build water tanks for India, thus deceiving the news outlets. Now, for the first time in battle, they roared in like a herd of clumsy oxen laden with iron plates, driven by a group of British soldiers—quite a sight!

Suddenly, a deafening roar erupted, not from British artillery, but from Chinese artillery firing on British artillery positions in Ambala town. The overwhelming firepower left the British breathless, utterly unable to retaliate. In just one round, the British artillery was completely silenced.

Stunned by the deafening roar, the British tank units had already entered the Chinese ambush zone. Li Ping shouted, "Make them break down!" Instantly, a cloud of grenades flew towards the enemy. Boom! Boom! Boom! Explosions rang out, flashes of light streaked across the battlefield, throwing the British into chaos. Soldiers turned and fled in panic, pushing and shoving, turning the battlefield into utter pandemonium. The British soldiers instantly left the tank formation, leaving the tanks completely exposed to the Chinese soldiers.

Now, the British General Malawi was utterly bewildered. Sitting in the first tank, he had thought this massive iron horse was invincible, but before he even saw the Chinese, his tank had broken down—the engine blared, but the tank remained stationary. He now realized that once this thing broke down, it was less than a military horse.

All he could hear was the roar of the engine, the deafening explosions of grenades around the tank, and the cries of his wounded soldiers… The explosions continued. Several British tanks that had rushed to the Chinese tanks stuck in the mud fired two shots at them. Seeing the flying debris, they realized these were just fake tanks made of wood, and the grenade and mortar shell explosions had quickly swept them into the ranks of the broken-down tanks.

Zhu Gang, leading three thousand soldiers disguised as British troops, had already circled around to the enemy's rear. Seeing the British troops being chased and fleeing in disarray by the Chinese army, he waved his hand: “Go! Let's get into the city first!”

The three thousand men immediately ran ahead of the fleeing British troops, galloping towards Ambala Town.

Carrida, the adjutant of the British mountain brigade guarding the north gate of Ambala, was terrified as the British troops retreated in a rout. "The tanks haven't returned! The brigade commander is finished! He's finished!"

He collapsed to the ground, but immediately jumped up. "The tanks are gone, but we still have seven or eight thousand soldiers! As long as we hold the position, the commander will send reinforcements. Then I'll be a hero, and I'll have a chance for promotion!"

He immediately ordered his soldiers to quickly take up positions. But before he could finish his order, the fleeing British troops stormed through the city gates. Before he could even understand what was happening, the returning soldiers started throwing grenades at them… The sudden attack stunned him. He led his soldiers in a frantic escape into the town. He couldn't even care less about the Maxim machine guns he'd been boasting about. Only when the Chinese army's dragon flag rose above the city gates did he realize they were actually Chinese soldiers in disguise.

He hurriedly tried to escape through the south gate towards Delhi, but as soon as he reached the vicinity of the south gate, he was driven back by the deafening explosions of grenades and dense machine gun fire. The Chinese army had completely controlled both city gates, effectively blocking their escape route; they were trapped!

He thought for a moment, then reorganized his troops and charged towards the Chinese soldiers at the north gate. He knew there were still several thousand British troops outside the north gate; a pincer attack would allow him to break through the north gate and escape Ambala with his soldiers.

Zhu Gang's army, having just gained a foothold, immediately faced a dire situation: on one hand, they had to deal with the British troops inside the city, and on the other hand, they had to snipe the British troops following behind them. Besieged on both sides, the situation was extremely perilous. (

Part Six, Chapters 18-19,

The Battle of Leia (Part Two))

The east was gradually turning red, and the enemy's offensive grew increasingly fierce. The enemy inside the city realized our army's intention to annihilate them and became even more frenzied. The enemy outside the city, whose shouts of Maxim machine guns from the city walls had been replaced by the firing of Chinese rifles, realized our army was running out of ammunition. They launched a massive offensive, howling.

Zhu Gang and his three thousand soldiers were indeed in dire straits due to a lack of ammunition.

The enemy inside the city charged forward, howling. Now, more than 1,600 of Zhu Gang's three thousand men were tasked with sniping the enemy outside the city, while he only led 1,300 men to snipe the enemy inside the city, preventing them from breaking out. He fired the last bullet from his pistol and saw the enemy lying on the ground, convulsing, his head covered in blood and white fluid—a truly gruesome sight!

He drew his broadsword from his back and shouted, "Brothers, every minute we hold out here might draw more enemies, increasing our chances of luring the Afghan enemy over! Are you all confident in completing the mission?"

The soldiers roared, "Yes! We guarantee we'll complete the mission!"

"Good! Pick up your broadswords and show the might of Chinese soldiers!" Zhu Gang shouted, then led the charge, wielding his broadsword. Just then, a bearded British soldier charged at him with a bayonet. He roared and swung his sword—a clean, powerful, and resounding strike.

The British mountain brigade's adjutant, Carrida, parried Zhu Gang's blow with all his might. Sparks flew from his eyes, and the clanging of metal was deafening. He felt the immense strength of the man before him; the pressure on his hands and the base of his thumbs was both painful and numb, his arms trembling uncontrollably. Just as he was about to thrust forward again, the blade veered off course, slashing towards his left hand along with his spear. Terrified, he quickly dropped his weapon and ran backward.

Although their commander had escaped, the enemy on the battlefield was overwhelming, and the Chinese soldiers were still at a significant disadvantage. One man against four or five well-trained enemy soldiers was turning the tide in their favor; dozens were killed in a short time. The battlefield was filled with deafening battle cries, and soldiers were locked in fierce combat with groups of three or five enemies everywhere.

After losing over a thousand more, the British finally withstood the fierce sniping of the valiant Chinese soldiers. Their numerical advantage gradually became apparent, and the battle line pushed to the vicinity of the city gates. Zhu Gang's troops were slowly beginning to crumble; the enemy had seen a glimmer of hope in breaking out of the city, their frenzied savagery on full display! Zhu Gang, his eyes bloodshot with rage, charged into the enemy ranks, wielding his broadsword with ferocious abandon. Knowing his prowess, the enemy soldiers retreated at the sight of him, but decapitations continued to fall. Suddenly, he saw the bearded British soldier who had escaped from his ranks earlier now relentlessly slaughtering his men with a rifle; four or five had already fallen to his bayonet. Enraged, his eyes turned red, and he lunged at the bearded man with his own sword. The British mountain brigade

's adjutant, Carrida, though a mere adjutant, was a graduate of the Royal Military Academy and well-trained. He was now somewhat delighted; fate had finally given him a chance to prove himself and achieve glory. The Chinese army numbered only about three thousand, while the British army, both inside and outside, numbered at least seven thousand. Surely they could be defeated? The previous crushing defeat was entirely due to the incompetent general's command; now that the incompetent general was gone, the annihilation of the Chinese army was a certainty! Suddenly, he saw the Chinese man who had just humiliated him gripping a blood-soaked broadsword, glaring at him with murderous intent.

Seeing the burly man approaching Carida, the British soldiers panicked, desperately fighting their way towards Carida. Zhu Gang was immediately surrounded by dozens of British soldiers.

Carida, now trembling with fear and drenched in sweat under Zhu Gang's imposing presence, felt for the first time in his life how close and terrifying death was! He trembled, his entire body shaking! He mustered all his strength to deflect Zhu Gang's downward slash, his arms going numb from the impact. Before he could recover from the shock, he watched helplessly as the blade reversed, slicing into his left ribs and exiting from his right. Intense pain and gushing blood filled the air as he screamed, "What a fast blade!"

Karida collapsed to the ground, his eyes wide open. He was unwilling to accept defeat. "I'm a top student at the Royal Military Academy! How could I lose to a Chinese man?" But he had indeed lost, and he had lost his life. He was utterly helpless.

The battle raged on. Before Zhu Gang's eyes, besides the dazzling display of soldiers from both sides locked in combat, was the deafening roar of battle. He was now surrounded by British troops, each one like a ravenous wolf, charging at him with ferocious ferocity. His fighting strength was far less than at the start; he was riddled with wounds and his stamina was severely depleted, but he gritted his teeth and persevered. Though exhausted, his spirit could not falter!

Suddenly, a clear bugle call rang out from outside the city: "Old Li has led his men! They have finally completed their mission of surrounding the enemy reinforcements! Mobilizing the enemy forces in Afghanistan is now within reach!" He rallied, roaring repeatedly, his broadsword slashing furiously at the crowd. The enemy soldiers, fearing his elusive movements, dared not approach too closely. They had originally planned to waste his energy, capturing him alive when he was exhausted. Unexpectedly, this enemy was not exhausted; instead, he had attracted enemy reinforcements. The enemy soldiers swarmed towards the city gate like a tide, but Zhu Gang rushed forward and blocked the entrance, shouting in English with a Sichuan accent, "Surrender and you will not be killed!"

The enemy soldiers were terrified, huddled together in front of him, stunned: "A madman! He's a madman!

Don't mess with him!" They could ignore him, but they couldn't ignore the Chinese soldiers, nor could they ignore those iron-willed warriors covered in blood! Should they continue fighting? They had neither the strength nor the courage. Surrender! One knelt down, then two, then three, and the remaining two thousand-plus British soldiers were all shortened in half!

Zhu Gang looked at the kneeling British soldiers and laughed loudly: "Damn it, these bastards want to fight the Chinese for everything, they're asking for death!" He was so exhausted that he could barely stand, so he leaned against the city gate, holding his blood-stained broadsword, standing imposingly at the entrance.

Everyone was awestruck by Zhu Gang's imposing presence. They held their breath, watching him silently. Li Ping, worried about Zhu Gang's safety, had led his troops to quickly surround the 20,000 British reinforcements hastily arriving from Delhi after dealing with the British tank units and the British troops outside the city. He then personally led his soldiers to the city. By the time they stormed the city gates, the fighting had ceased. They saw Zhu Gang, covered in blood, brandishing his broadsword like a black demon, blocking the city entrance. Around the enemy, they saw over two thousand iron-clad soldiers, their faces grim, their robes torn and their brows furrowed, standing fiercely.

He immediately embraced Zhu Gang: "Commander Zhu, according to your plan, with you drawing their attention, we've surrounded another 20,000 British troops. Shouldn't we close the net now?" "Close the net immediately! Fight fiercely, fight quickly, fight with overwhelming force, let the enemy not know how many troops we have!" Zhu Gang wiped the sweat from his face and declared with boundless pride.

After Zhu Gang's army quickly repaired the captured enemy tanks, six hundred tanks cut off the enemy's retreat and began a massacre of the British troops. In just two hours, they compressed 20,000 enemy soldiers into a small village.

The Chinese army's powerful rocket launchers roared into action, the deafening roar instantly shaking the village. Each shell sent countless severed limbs flying through the air, and pools of blood pooling on the ground.

Before the shelling even stopped, white flags were raised in the village, and the remaining 15,000 British troops, who had rushed to the scene, surrendered before the Chinese soldiers could even launch an attack.

Simultaneously, Zhu Gang ordered his engineering corps to erect numerous tents around Delhi, with wisps of smoke rising from their chimneys, and to set up countless cannons (most of which were, of course, fake), frequently mobilizing large numbers of troops. It appeared as if hundreds of thousands of troops were at work.

This overwhelming force terrified the defenders of Delhi. They desperately shouted to the British troops in Afghanistan and Iraq: "Hundreds of thousands of Chinese troops have surrounded Delhi! Delhi is in imminent danger! We request immediate reinforcements!"

The British troops in Iraq were locked in a stalemate and dared not retreat, but the British troops in Afghanistan, under strict orders from their headquarters, began to withdraw from Kabul. The Afghan government, besieged for dozens of days, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The King of Afghanistan immediately telegraphed me: "The enemy besieging Kabul has been withdrawn. I can finally get a good night's sleep! Should I go to Beijing to pay my respects to His Majesty?" I telegraphed back: "I am currently near Kabul. The British troops withdrawing from Kabul have been surrounded by our army. After we wipe out this stubborn enemy, I will immediately go to Kabul to see you. Now, you should lead the people to prepare for the resumption of production!"

130,000 British troops were surrounded by our army in the Leia area. Zhu Gang immediately telegraphed requesting reinforcements. Shu'er telegraphed back to him: "Thank you for your and your soldiers' bravery and tenacity in achieving a great victory in the Ambala Campaign. General Staff..." On behalf of the Emperor, I hereby commend you all! The enemy in Leia already has troops on missions, and your unit's task remains extremely arduous. Do not underestimate the enemy! Now you must pay close attention to the enemy reinforcements coming from the direction of Mumbai, and appropriately concentrate your superior forces to prepare to snipe the enemy reinforcements coming from the West Indies in the Jaipur area!

Under the attack of my artillery and tanks, the 130,000 British troops gradually retreated to a narrow strip of land ten kilometers long and thirty kilometers wide. Shu'er only ordered bombers and artillery to conduct intensive bombing of the enemy's artillery groups and supply trains, and ordered the troops to block all transportation routes, but did not allow the main force to launch further attacks.

I laughed: "Your appetite is getting bigger and bigger. Are you planning to bring out the British troops in Iran and Iraq too?"

Shu'er shook her head and said, "They definitely wouldn't dare to come over now. I just want to subdue the besieged enemy without a fight, reduce our soldiers' casualties, capture more prisoners, and increase the reparations the British are demanding, raising more funds for the modernization of the Chinese army!"

I hugged her and laughed, "I think the British troops in Iran are very likely to sneak over. We have to be on guard!"

She patted my hand and said, "Don't worry, the commander there is Dembal. He's a coward; he won't risk anything!"

But she was wrong. She didn't know that the British General Staff had already transferred Dembal, and the current military commander in Iran, Grad, was a warmonger. As soon as he took office, he immediately led 150,000 troops towards Leia.

Our 200,000 troops on the Leia front were immediately caught in a pincer movement!

As dawn broke, the enemy's offensive intensified. The enemy inside the city, realizing our intention to annihilate them, became even more frenzied. Outside the city, the roar of Maxim machine guns from the city walls was replaced by the firing of Chinese rifles, signaling our ammunition shortage. They launched a massive attack, howling.

Zhu Gang and his three thousand soldiers were indeed in dire straits due to the lack of ammunition.

The enemy inside the city charged forward, howling. Now, over 1,600 of Zhu Gang's three thousand men were tasked with sniping the enemy outside the city, while he led only 1,300 men to snipe the enemy inside, preventing them from breaking out. He fired the last bullet from his pistol and saw the enemy lying on the ground, convulsing, his head covered in blood and white fluid—a gruesome sight!

He drew his broadsword from his back and shouted, "Brothers, every minute we hold out here, we might attract more enemy troops, increasing our chances of drawing the Afghan enemy over! Are you all confident we can complete the mission?"

The soldiers roared, "Yes! We guarantee we'll complete the mission!"

"Good! Pick up your broadswords and show the might of Chinese soldiers!" Zhu Gang shouted, then led the charge, wielding his broadsword. Just then, a bearded British soldier charged at him with a bayonet. With a roar, he swung his sword—a clean, powerful strike—with a resounding clang.

The British mountain brigade's adjutant, Carrida, parried Zhu Gang's blow with all his might. For a moment, sparks flew from his eyes, and the clanging of metal was deafening. He felt the immense strength of the man before him; the pressure on his hands and the base of his thumbs was both painful and numb, his arms trembling uncontrollably. Just as he was about to thrust forward again, the blade veered off course, slashing towards his left hand along with his spear. Terrified, he quickly dropped his weapon and ran backward.

Although their commander had escaped, the enemy on the battlefield was overwhelming, and the Chinese soldiers were still at a significant disadvantage. One man against four or five well-trained enemy soldiers was turning the tide in their favor; dozens were killed in a short time. The battlefield was filled with deafening battle cries, and soldiers were locked in fierce combat with groups of three or five enemies everywhere.

After losing over a thousand more, the British finally withstood the fierce sniping of the valiant Chinese soldiers. Their numerical advantage gradually became apparent, and the battle line pushed to the vicinity of the city gates. Zhu Gang's troops were slowly beginning to crumble; the enemy had seen a glimmer of hope in breaking out of the city, their frenzied savagery on full display! Zhu Gang, his eyes bloodshot with rage, charged into the enemy ranks, wielding his broadsword with ferocious abandon. Knowing his prowess, the enemy soldiers retreated at the sight of him, but decapitations continued to fall. Suddenly, he saw the bearded British soldier who had escaped from his ranks earlier now relentlessly slaughtering his men with a rifle; four or five had already fallen to his bayonet. Enraged, his eyes turned red, and he lunged at the bearded man with his own sword. The British mountain brigade

's adjutant, Carrida, though a mere adjutant, was a graduate of the Royal Military Academy and well-trained. He was now somewhat delighted; fate had finally given him a chance to prove himself and achieve glory. The Chinese army numbered only about three thousand, while the British army, both inside and outside, numbered at least seven thousand. Surely they could be defeated? The previous crushing defeat was entirely due to the incompetent general's command; now that the incompetent general was gone, the annihilation of the Chinese army was a certainty! Suddenly, he saw the Chinese man who had just humiliated him gripping a blood-soaked broadsword, glaring at him with murderous intent.

Seeing the burly man approaching Carida, the British soldiers panicked, desperately fighting their way towards Carida. Zhu Gang was immediately surrounded by dozens of British soldiers.

Carida, now trembling with fear and drenched in sweat under Zhu Gang's imposing presence, felt for the first time in his life how close and terrifying death was! He trembled, his entire body shaking! He mustered all his strength to deflect Zhu Gang's downward slash, his arms going numb from the impact. Before he could recover from the shock, he watched helplessly as the blade reversed, slicing into his left ribs and exiting from his right. Intense pain and gushing blood filled the air as he screamed, "What a fast blade!"

Karida collapsed to the ground, his eyes wide open. He was unwilling to accept defeat. "I'm a top student at the Royal Military Academy! How could I lose to a Chinese man?" But he had indeed lost, and he had lost his life. He was utterly helpless.

The battle raged on. Before Zhu Gang's eyes, besides the dazzling display of soldiers from both sides locked in combat, was the deafening roar of battle. He was now surrounded by British troops, each one like a ravenous wolf, charging at him with ferocious ferocity. His fighting strength was far less than at the start; he was riddled with wounds and his stamina was severely depleted, but he gritted his teeth and persevered. Though exhausted, his spirit could not falter!

Suddenly, a clear bugle call rang out from outside the city: "Old Li has led his men! They have finally completed their mission of surrounding the enemy reinforcements! Mobilizing the enemy forces in Afghanistan is now within reach!" He rallied, roaring repeatedly, his broadsword slashing furiously at the crowd. The enemy soldiers, fearing his elusive movements, dared not approach too closely. They had originally planned to waste his energy, capturing him alive when he was exhausted. Unexpectedly, this enemy was not exhausted; instead, he had attracted enemy reinforcements. The enemy soldiers surrounding him surged toward the city gate like a tidal wave. Zhu Gang rushed forward and blocked the gate, shouting in English with a Sichuan accent, "Surrender and you will not be killed!"

The enemy soldiers were terrified, gathering in a group in front of him, stunned: "A madman! He's a madman! Don't mess with him!"

They could ignore him, but they couldn't ignore the Chinese soldiers, especially those iron-willed warriors covered in blood! Should they continue fighting? They had neither the strength nor the courage. Surrender! One knelt down, then two, then three, and the remaining two thousand-plus British soldiers were all shortened in half!

Zhu Gang looked at the kneeling British soldiers and laughed loudly: "Damn it, these bastards want to fight the Chinese for everything, are they looking for death!" He was so exhausted that he could barely stand, so he leaned against the city gate, holding up his blood-stained broadsword, blocking the gate with imposing grandeur.

Everyone was awestruck by Zhu Gang's imposing presence. They held their breath, watching him silently. Li Ping, worried about Zhu Gang's safety, had led his troops to quickly surround the 20,000 British reinforcements hastily arriving from Delhi after dealing with the British tank units and the British troops outside the city. He then personally led his soldiers to the city. By the time they stormed the city gates, the fighting had ceased. They saw Zhu Gang, covered in blood, brandishing his broadsword like a black demon, blocking the city entrance. Around the enemy, they saw over two thousand iron-clad soldiers, their faces grim, their robes torn and their brows furrowed, standing fiercely.

He immediately embraced Zhu Gang: "Commander Zhu, according to your plan, with you drawing their attention, we've surrounded another 20,000 British troops. Shouldn't we close the net now?" "Close the net immediately! Fight fiercely, fight quickly, fight with overwhelming force, let the enemy not know how many troops we have!" Zhu Gang wiped the sweat from his face and declared with boundless pride.

After Zhu Gang's army quickly repaired the captured enemy tanks, six hundred tanks cut off the enemy's retreat and began a massacre of the British troops. In just two hours, they compressed 20,000 enemy soldiers into a small village.

The Chinese army's powerful rocket launchers roared into action, the deafening roar instantly shaking the village. Each shell sent countless severed limbs flying through the air, and pools of blood pooling on the ground.

Before the shelling even stopped, white flags were raised in the village, and the remaining 15,000 British troops, who had rushed to the scene, surrendered before the Chinese soldiers could even launch an attack.

Simultaneously, Zhu Gang ordered his engineering corps to erect numerous tents around Delhi, with wisps of smoke rising from their chimneys, and to set up countless cannons (most of which were, of course, fake), frequently mobilizing large numbers of troops. It appeared as if hundreds of thousands of troops were at work.

This overwhelming force terrified the defenders of Delhi. They desperately shouted to the British troops in Afghanistan and Iraq: "Hundreds of thousands of Chinese troops have surrounded Delhi! Delhi is in imminent danger! We request immediate reinforcements!"

The British troops in Iraq were locked in a stalemate and dared not retreat, but the British troops in Afghanistan, under strict orders from their headquarters, began to withdraw from Kabul. The Afghan government, besieged for dozens of days, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The King of Afghanistan immediately telegraphed me: "The enemy besieging Kabul has been withdrawn. I can finally get a good night's sleep! Should I go to Beijing to pay my respects to His Majesty?" I telegraphed back: "I am currently near Kabul. The British troops withdrawing from Kabul have been surrounded by our army. After we wipe out this stubborn enemy, I will immediately go to Kabul to see you. Now, you should lead the people to prepare for the resumption of production!"

130,000 British troops were surrounded by our army in the Leia area. Zhu Gang immediately telegraphed requesting reinforcements. Shu'er telegraphed back to him: "Thank you for your and your soldiers' bravery and tenacity in achieving a great victory in the Ambala Campaign. General Staff..." On behalf of the Emperor, I hereby commend you all! The enemy in Leia already has troops on missions, and your unit's task remains extremely arduous. Do not underestimate the enemy! Now you must pay close attention to the enemy reinforcements coming from the direction of Mumbai, and appropriately concentrate your superior forces to prepare to snipe the enemy reinforcements coming from the West Indies in the Jaipur area!

Under the attack of my artillery and tanks, the 130,000 British troops gradually retreated to a narrow strip of land ten kilometers long and thirty kilometers wide. Shu'er only ordered bombers and artillery to conduct intensive bombing of the enemy's artillery groups and supply trains, and ordered the troops to block all transportation routes, but did not allow the main force to launch further attacks.

I laughed: "Your appetite is getting bigger and bigger. Are you planning to bring out the British troops in Iran and Iraq too?"

Shu'er shook her head and said, "They definitely wouldn't dare to come over now. I just want to subdue the besieged enemy without a fight, reduce our soldiers' casualties, capture more prisoners, and increase the reparations the British are demanding, raising more funds for the modernization of the Chinese army!"

I hugged her and laughed, "I think the British troops in Iran are very likely to sneak over. We have to be on guard!"

She patted my hand and said, "Don't worry, the commander there is Dembal. He's a coward; he won't risk anything!"

But she was wrong. She didn't know that the British General Staff had already transferred Dembal, and the current military commander in Iran, Grad, was a warmonger. As soon as he took office, he immediately led 150,000 troops towards Leia.

Our 200,000 troops on the Leia front were immediately caught in a pincer movement!

Chapter Nineteen: The Battle of Leia (Part Three)

When the battle report arrived, Gerard's army was only 150 kilometers away from my forces that were annihilating Leia. Shu'er frowned as she looked at the map, silent. Fine beads of sweat appeared on her smooth and beautiful forehead, her high and delicate nose twitched incessantly, and her lips were bitten tightly by her silver lips, which were already bleeding.

This was the first time I'd seen her so anxious. I went over and hugged her. "If all else fails, send a force to fight off reinforcements!"

She shook her head. "No, then they could easily escape. We've already annihilated 130,000 with 200,000 men, which is already an exception. If we withdraw any more, we won't be able to contain these wolves!"

Suddenly the phone rang. She answered with a furrowed brow, but her eyes lit up instantly. "Great! Just launch a surprise attack! Then, if you can hold off their attack for a day or two, their 150,000 British troops will be wiped out!"

I was taken aback. "Is that Zhu Gang? How's he doing in Delhi?"

Shu'er laughed. "General Zhu, Your Majesty is worried about your forces in Delhi! Yes, yes, since it's just a figurehead of several hundred thousand, it doesn't matter if it's 10,000 or 20,000. We've already given them a good beating in Ambala, they'll definitely remember it! Good, General Zhu, the General Staff awaits your victory report."

Hanging up the phone, she said excitedly, "You're truly amazing!" "What a discerning eye! This General Zhu is truly a genius. He's managed to make a mere 30,000 men seem like a massive army. Now he plans to use 10,000 to surround Delhi and send 20,000 to ambush Gerald's army!"

I said with some concern, "Ambush 150,000 with only 20,000 men? That's going to be a tough battle. Can they handle it?"

Shu'er laughed, "He annihilated 30,000 British troops in a day and a night with only a little over 1,000 casualties. Do you think that's feasible? His tank corps is going to raid the enemy camp tonight. I believe this battle will definitely showcase the might of their iron army! A new generation of Chinese generals is about to rise!"

I said, "What do you mean by giving him a day and two nights?"

Shu'er said, "That's my bottom line for annihilating the enemy in Leia. I'm convening a military meeting immediately to plan the encirclement and annihilation of Leia's enemy!"

The crescent moon weaved through the clouds, and the gray tents of the British army camp on the edge of the desert appeared and disappeared intermittently. The camp was quiet, broken only by the occasional footsteps of soldiers patrolling with torches.

Night, a deep night, a silent night!

Suddenly, the roar of engines filled the distance, and the ground of the military camp began to tremble. A cluster of flickering lights appeared in the distance.

The bugle call for emergency readiness sounded, and British soldiers scrambled out of their sleep, frantically searching for their clothes, trousers, and weapons. Chaos ensued. Once the soldiers were in position, the distant lights suddenly went out, the rumble of the tracks abruptly ceased, and the earth fell into a deathly silence once more.

Gerald shook his head, yawning as he walked into the barracks: "Damn it, what the hell are the Chinese up to?"

A scout returned: "The Chinese have all withdrawn. Judging by the tire tracks, there aren't many tanks. It seems they deliberately came to cause trouble!"

As Gerald undressed and crawled into bed, he said, "The Chinese are using a war of attrition. Rest! Everyone rest!"

The British soldiers drifted off to sleep again.

Suddenly, the roar resumed, and distant lights began to approach the British camp in disarray.

Bugles sounded, footsteps became scattered, and the British charged back into position, ammunition handlers carrying boxes of grenades to the front lines.

The lights gradually approached the barracks, were within firing range, then suddenly went out, and the roar vanished without a trace!

The scouts returned, bewildered: "No troops spotted!"

Still half-asleep, the soldiers cursed under their breath, carrying ammunition boxes and weapons, and returned to the barracks, crawling into their now-cold beds.

Grad sat before the map, examining their location: "It's a small Chinese force harassing us. The Chinese army is currently surrounding Delhi and besieging Leia. They have no troops to attack us. Their aim is to tie us down and prevent us from getting close to Leia! Notify the guards not to sound the battle alarm until the enemy is close!"

Grad's wisdom stopped the British soldiers from making any further moves, but the constant roaring still made them uneasy, keeping the soldiers awake until dawn. Only then did they get used to the vibrations and drift off to sleep... But in the darkest hour before dawn, the camp was suddenly filled with the deafening roar of treads and explosions. The Chinese army had indeed charged forward.

Enraged tanks crushed tents under their tracks, rained shells on the British troops, detonated British ammunition depots, and blew up supply wagons… Zhu Gang’s six hundred tanks ravaged Grand’s camp, waking the British from their slumber and forcing a chaotic retreat. At

dawn, Grand gathered his remaining troops and took stock of his army, finding over 30,000 casualties. Most infuriatingly, the Chinese army had destroyed all their food, ammunition, and artillery; the camp remained ablaze, and the culprits, the Chinese tanks, were nowhere to be seen.

Looking at his exhausted and scattered soldiers, Grand ordered his troops to rest for a day, preparing to advance on Leia after dark.

But that day, the British forces at Leia were plunged into a nightmare. Chinese artillery and tanks had compressed 130,000 troops into an area less than five kilometers in radius; now, every shell killed a dozen soldiers. As darkness fell, the mournful bugle calls of the Chinese army sounded from all sides, and frenzied Chinese troops, armed with small machine guns, charged in from all directions, forcing the British military commander to issue the order to surrender.

Upon receiving the report of the British surrender at Leia, Grad's army, which was marching towards Leia, immediately turned back towards Delhi. Clearly, they knew they couldn't rescue the British at Leia and wanted to go directly to rescue the British in Delhi.

However, the troops had only advanced less than twenty kilometers when they encountered fierce Chinese sniping. More than a dozen hilltops were filled with Chinese troops, and the hilltops were even connected by trenches. The Chinese army had already prepared a graveyard for Grad.

Zhu Gang's army had now completed its mission of containing the British in Delhi, and he had now deployed 30,000 men around Bikaner. He knew that as long as they blocked Grad's British army from approaching Delhi, these British soldiers wouldn't survive until nightfall the next day!

Grad hurriedly ordered his soldiers to avoid the valleys and approach Delhi from the plains.

Looking at the British troops surging in like a flood, Li Ping laughed, "Commander Zhu's calculations were quite accurate; the British devils really did come to their deaths!" He ordered the rocket artillery regimental commander, "Long live the Emperor! He ordered us to hold out for a day and two nights; this is the last night! You all have to blast those British heads with every shell you can,

show the might of our Iron Army!" The booming rockets rained down shells specifically on the densely packed British soldiers, scattering their limbs everywhere. As soon as the artillery fire stopped, those annoying tanks reappeared, their tracks chasing and crushing British soldiers. The Chinese soldiers following behind, rifles in hand, cooperated with the tanks, charging and crashing, managing to keep the British back.

Gerald and his men fought bitterly all night, only to find themselves surrounded by 200,000 Chinese troops at dawn. Helpless, he, like the other British generals, issued the order to surrender.

On June 15th, the newly appointed Commander of the Chinese West Asia Military Region, Zhu Gang, and Political Commissar, Li Ping, led an army of 300,000 men in a rapid advance, quickly occupying Iran. Using Iran as a base, they liberated Iraq, Kuwait, Oman, Saudi Arabia, Yemen, the United Arab Emirates, Qatar, and other countries around the Persian Gulf from British control within one year and four months. They helped the people there establish their own republics and besieged the last remaining British troops in Riyadh, Saudi Arabia.

On May 4th, 1908, the British troops, besieged in Riyadh for months, surrendered. With this, all the countries in West Asia were freed from colonial rule. My Australian business group also established Australian oil companies in various countries, monopolizing 38% of the oil extraction rights. The Chinese government's National Petroleum Corporation monopolized 32% of the oil extraction rights, and the remaining 30% were controlled by the respective countries themselves with our assistance. This completely thwarted the attempts of those old-line imperialist powers to intervene in West Asia!

On March 1, 1910, Iraq and Oman, with the approval of their Federal Parliaments, simultaneously declared their accession to the Great Federal Empire of China. The Chinese Navy officially established military bases in Iraq and Oman, and the Persian Gulf began to be under Chinese naval control.

After years of trials and tribulations, including war and economic construction, a generation of great leaders had gradually emerged, becoming outstanding figures in the government and military, and successively entering the highest levels of national leadership. On May 1, 1920, at my repeated requests, China announced the end of the imperial system and the establishment of the Democratic Republic of China.

Due to China's strength and the rapid rise of the Australian business community, World War I did not occur. However, some Western European countries, along with Japan and the United States, secretly colluded, attempting to create trouble for China and the Australian business community.

In March 1921, instigated by the Japanese government, a large-scale massacre of Chinese occurred among the indigenous people of Indonesia. In less than ten days, more than a thousand Chinese were massacred and raped. When the news reached Longhua City, Fei'er, her face pale with anger, ran to my room: "Xiangyu, that wolf tribe in Indonesia has started slaughtering Chinese people! We've tolerated this for so many years, shouldn't we teach this wolf a lesson?"

I knew that the indigenous people of Indonesia were characterized by ignorance and cruelty, and were also lazy and unwilling to work. They were jealous of others' wealth, so every few years they would instigate an anti-Chinese incident on the island, taking the opportunity to plunder the property of the hardworking Chinese. In the world I used to live in, their anti-Chinese and abusive behavior towards Chinese people had become a habit. Damn it, others may fear you and indulge you, but I, your grandpa, will not tolerate your bad habits. I dare to deal with even the old-fashioned imperialist powers that offend the majesty of China, why would I care about a little shrimp like you? I slammed my fist on the table and said, "Phi'er, you're the commander-in-chief! Let's invade Indonesia!"

Chapter Twenty of Part Six: The Australian Business Group.

There are a few small countries in this world that, because of their proximity to China, have benefited greatly from China over the years, even their culture has been influenced by it. But greed knows no bounds, and because there are a group of lazy, good-for-nothing scoundrels within their borders who don't strive for wealth but instead focus on robbery and plunder, they've become professional anti-China elements. In my original world, these countries received considerable help from the Chinese government, but feeding vicious dogs with meat buns didn't educate them; instead, it fueled their gluttony. Every few years, these vicious dogs would launch an anti-China campaign. Even after they suffered a major disaster, when the Chinese people tightened their belts to help them, they ate China's aid, sent warships to kill Chinese fishermen, and complained that the aid was a bit overdue—truly untamable!

Now, this group of vicious dogs in Indonesia, with the covert support of the Japanese government, has jumped out and is frantically attacking our overseas Chinese.

Initially, only a few dozen thugs broke into the homes of overseas Chinese in Bandung, Java, to rob them. This escalated to chasing overseas Chinese girls through the streets, followed by rampant rape, arson, and murder of overseas Chinese. The unrest gradually spread to other parts of Indonesia, growing increasingly violent and forming large-scale riots.

Previously, under British imperialist rule, social order was relatively well-maintained. However, after the establishment of a so-called government by a group of thugs supported by Yukio Kawashima of Japan, control was lost, and their attacks consistently targeted the Chinese.

In response, Jin Yumin, the foreign affairs director of the Australian business group, sent three diplomatic notes to the so-called local government, demanding a swift quelling of the riots and protection of the lives and property of the overseas Chinese. The reply was: "This is a matter for our people; it's none of your business!"

On April 1st, Jin Yumin issued a strongly worded statement: "The Indonesian Chinese are among the developers of the country. They built and developed Indonesia with their lives and blood; they are the rightful owners and deserve fair treatment!" However, some indigenous scum dared to disregard my Australian Business Group and rape, burn, and kill my fellow countrymen. In order to protect my Han compatriots and uphold justice, my Australian Business Group orders you to stop your atrocities against Chinese people within 24 hours, compensate for all losses suffered by Chinese people, and severely punish all the perpetrators. Otherwise, you will be responsible for all the consequences arising therefrom!

However, the Indonesian authorities, still blindly trusting the military might of their backer, Japan, replied to our statement, saying, "The Chinese are foreign colonizers. We, the people, have the right and the obligation to expel them. If you consider them your compatriots, please send ships to take them all away. We neither welcome nor recognize them as the masters of Indonesia."

On April 3rd, 30,000 Japanese troops landed in Jakarta. The indigenous people of Indonesia welcomed the Japanese soldiers in the streets of the city. Some young girls hugged and kissed the Japanese soldiers on the spot, and some even shouted, "We want to join Japan and drive the Chinese out of Indonesia!"

Once the decision to advance into Indonesia was made, our four warships escorted six troop transport ships to land simultaneously in Cilaja, Yogyakarta, and Pangyeol on the island of Java on April 6th, 1921.

The so-called government forces of Indonesia were routed in a single encounter with our army, scattered like birds and beasts. Even the indigenous people who had been committing murder and arson fled into caves and pools to hide, hoping to wait out the storm and make a comeback.

Damn it, you little bastard, keep dreaming! Back in that world, you killed someone and managed to get away with it by issuing a statement. I'm not stupid; I won't leave any of your offspring alive! I've given a death order: pursue them relentlessly! Start with Java, leave no dogs alive!

My order immediately threw the war into chaos. Smoke and fire filled Java, gunfire raged constantly. The fighting was irregular, there were no real battles, yet it was fierce and chaotic. As Shu'er put it, it's a dog-slaughtering melee!

On April 9th, my 60,000 troops, with the support of a powerful naval fleet, suddenly surrounded Jakarta, where Japanese troops were stationed, and issued a warning to the Japanese to withdraw.

The Japanese commander, Kobayashi Seiji, refused our warning that very day and began constructing fortifications around Jakarta, preparing for a stubborn resistance.

Damn it, this is exactly the effect I wanted! Since it's going to be a chaotic war, I need to mobilize both of you, let you fight like dogs, and make a mess of things! If you really want to withdraw, how can I let you fight like this? I'll trap you in Jakarta and let you bite each other like mad! Aren't you two inseparable? I'll let you two be inseparable, I won't let you fight each other to the death, you won't know why flowers are so red!

Shu'er immediately contacted the Chinese government and ordered the navy to blockade Japan's sea outlets, cutting off Jakarta's connection with Japan.

I told Li Xianglin's troops to just surround Jakarta, not to attack or fight for the time being, and just to cut off all food supplies to the city.

My orders were: "Don't attack those inside the city, only those leaving. Anyone wanting to enter the city, let them in, but no food allowed. Anyone wanting to leave the city, except for the Chinese, not a single Japanese or native!"

Seeing that Jakarta was surrounded, I immediately ordered: "On Java Island, everyone except my compatriots is a bandit. Arrest them all and send them to concentration camps for investigation. Anyone involved in killing my compatriots will be sent to the Arctic Ocean to cultivate land. Those who didn't participate in the killing and looting will be sent to Lake Baikal for development, to be self-reliant and feed themselves, growing rice to eat rice, growing stones to eat stones!"

Fei'er chuckled: "Asking these lazybones to farm will starve them all!"

"Survival of the fittest! Of the 360 professions, there can't be one like robbery!" I said.

Pu Lin and Pu Fei each led a team to begin clearing out the Indonesian native savages from the east and west.

Indonesia's jungles and swamps made the clearing operation extremely difficult. Seeing our overwhelming force, the bandits all disappeared into their burrows, seemingly determined to establish themselves permanently.

Both of the young men's wives were highly intelligent and resourceful, full of clever ideas. Soong Mei-ling, relying on local Chinese communities, tracked down the bandits' movements and employed a strategy of cutting off their supplies, then encircling and suppressing them

, pushing forward in a coordinated, dragnet-like fashion. In less than half a month, they reached the Semarang area, killing over 400,000 bandits and capturing over 800,000. Cai Xin, not to be outdone, along with Pu Fei, employed their ingenuity in flooding the mountain caves with tobacco and water. In just half a month, they killed over 600,000 bandits and captured over 680,000, sweeping from west to east in a short span of time, and victoriously joining forces with their elder brother's army at Semarang.

Calling them bandits was a stretch; nearly 80% of them were indigenous people. These people, young and old, almost all participated in the burning, killing, and looting. It would be unforgivable if they weren't classified as bandits!

Having learned their lesson on the mainland, Pu Lin and Pu Fei realized their mistakes. Now, the two cooperated quite harmoniously. During battles, they captured prisoners and screened them, handing over the less criminally guilty young girls to their wives' female corps. These two hundred thousand women, after being educated, were transported to Longhua Island and sent to textile factories as workers, intended to become wives for unmarried soldiers. The rest, the less desirable ones, were transported to Christmas Island south of Java, supposedly for easier management and screening.

Fortunately, the climate there was warm, and with hundreds of thousands of people on the island, food and lodging were easily solved. It was just tough on our transport ships, which carried them back and forth for several days before finally settling them down.

Then, the two found a big-nosed merchant, whispered something to him, and chuckled as they finalized the deal.

Damn it, what are those two kids up to? Looking at their eccentric expressions, I wanted to ask them, but Shu'er pulled me aside and said, "Don't worry about the kids. It's all for the sake of the overseas Chinese, so just turn a blind eye. Didn't you see Sister Fei involved? She's definitely not doing anything shady. They're not letting you know because they don't want you to take responsibility. Don't ask! Come on, I'm sleepy, you have to put me to bed! What are you laughing at? You've spoiled me rotten. I can't sleep unless you hold me!" She practically dragged me into the house.

Those two kids are really something. After gathering the bandits, they invited a lot of people to the island to give them legal lectures, talking about how labor creates the world, how Chinese people are the most superior race in the world, how their success is due to their hard work, while you're plundering their wealth without working for it, which God won't allow, and you'll be punished!

I really laughed at how foolish those two kids were. What good is reasoning with a dog? Isn't that like casting pearls before swine?

I saw them starting to move their troops to Sumatra, so I followed Phil and Shu'er there, watching them use the same old methods from Java to begin clearing out the new area.

But who knew that at that moment, something terrible happened on Christmas Island: over a million bandits vanished overnight!

Damn it, over a million people! How could they disappear overnight? Even by ship, it would take days to transport them all! It's outrageous! And strangely enough, the police guarding them were all unconscious. When they were woken up, they knew absolutely nothing.

I called Pu Lin to my room and asked what was going on. Pu Lin laughed and said, "They were just a bunch of bandits, weren't they? Well, they're gone. It saves us the trouble of sending ships to the Arctic Ocean to transport them—it's easier and cheaper! You should be happy, not upset over a bunch of thieves, right?"

His words made me realize what was going on. Those two lads had been acting strangely for the past few days!

Kill them all? Unlikely. They knew I didn't like killing! Release them? Even less likely. Their hatred for these people was stronger than mine now; they wouldn't let them go!

Just as I was filled with doubt, Zhen'er asked me about the huge sum of money Pu Lin had handed over. I immediately understood. Those two lads must have sold those million-plus Indonesian bandits to the Americas!

This was a huge deal. Over a million people had disappeared right under our noses. At least Fei'er, Cao Futian, and my naval commander should know, and even Shu'er should know the truth. They kept it all from me! I have no problem selling those despicable thieves like pigs or dogs, but the problem is that it's too easy for them to cause trouble internationally. We are supposed to play a perfect role in the world!

I was about to angrily question Pu Lin when Pu Fei came in and said, "Father, there are two groups fighting fiercely in Bali. They seem to be Indonesians. I wonder what's going on. Are they bandits attacking our Chinese compatriots? Should we go and take a look?"

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