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Volume Three: The Wind Rises from the South Chapter 85 Sikh

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    "The platoon leader said he was afraid that the Chinese would attack us while we were unfamiliar with the geography when we first arrived, so we were divided into three shifts. So I came to pick up your shift an hour earlier." Cindy held the rifle and moved her body.  Leaning against the parapet, she seemed to be looking for the most comfortable position to continue sleeping with him.  Simba on the side frowned in disgust and whispered: "Cindy, you idiot, why don't you come along the prescribed route? I almost shot just now. Also, you are a sentry now, so you have to  You look like a sentry. You have completely disgraced our Sikh warriors!" "Well, stop dreaming, my good Simba, we are just a group of poor men who work for the British!  , except for the clothes on his body and the shoes on his feet, instead of being a warrior, the Kingdom of Punjab has long since ceased to exist, so where are the warriors? Besides, even warriors have to eat and sleep!" Cindy muttered a few times!  sentence, turned around and prepared to continue his sweet dream.  "Nonsense!" Simba rushed forward angrily, grabbed his companion, and shouted: "The Kingdom of Punjab is not dead. As long as there is still a Sikh whose heart is still beating and blood is still flowing. There will always be  One day, the Sikh flag will fly over the Golden Temple in Amritsar again. You bastard, stand up, I will not allow a Sikh to be like you!" The two were fighting in the dark!  Suddenly several figures rushed out, swooped up, and pushed Simba and Cindy to the ground. Just as Cindy was about to scream, a sharp dagger was pressed against her neck.  Someone said in a low voice: "Don't move, or I will kill you!" Cindy immediately stopped struggling. He did not understand the other person's language, but this did not prevent him from understanding the other person's meaning, especially when he  After seeing Simba struggling violently beside him and passed out after being hit by a gun butt, he was even more grateful that his choice was correct.  Seeing that Cindy had stopped struggling, the attackers let go of him. One of them turned around and said a few words into the darkness. After a moment, a man came out of the darkness, looked at Cindy carefully for a while, and spoke in a low voice.  English asked: "Your name, the number of the unit you are in?" "My name is Cindy, his name is Simba, we are both from the 3rd Infantry Battalion of Punjab." "Very good!" The person who asked the question nodded with satisfaction.  Nodding: "Now tell me, is there a way through the British encirclement?" Cindy hesitated for a moment. He noticed the cold light in the eyes of the people surrounding him and his companions, and suddenly realized that if he answered no  , what will happen to it.  Thinking of this, he nodded: "Yes, I can take you through!" "Very good!" The person who asked the question nodded with satisfaction, took out a few things from his arms, and threw them into Cindy's hands -  ¡ªThey are small metal discs, probably gold and silver coins or something like that.  "These are rewards for you. When you lead us through the encirclement, I will give you more." "Thank you!" Cindy carefully stuffed the silver coins into her arms and lowered her head.  "Go this way!" Cindy whispered. Behind him, several black figures were walking quickly. On both sides of them, the British camp looked like a sleeping giant beast.  Since the British army had just completed the siege of the Shun Army camp, their encirclement was not complete enough. It would not be difficult to pass through if someone familiar with the situation led the way.  "Bang!" A gunshot was heard in the distance, followed by several more.  Cindy stopped and looked towards where the gunfire came from.  "Let's go!" Cindy was pushed in the back with a gun barrel, and she had no choice but to continue walking forward. This group of mysterious people seemed not to hear the sound of gunfire in the distance at all. Twenty minutes later, the group had passed through Ying.  Army camp.  The leader looked at Cindy and whispered: "You can go back now, but in order to prevent you from notifying the officers and letting them chase us after you go back, I will take your companion away and wait until we are far away."  Put him back!" As he spoke, the man pointed at Simba who was tied up like a rice dumpling.  Cindy nodded, and those people quickly disappeared into the night. About half an hour later, a panting person ran over from the direction where they disappeared. Cindy hurriedly rushed to meet him and hugged him.  He stopped, pressed his cheek against the other person's cheek, and whispered: "Simba, my brother, are you okay!" Simba didn't speak, he just touched Cindy's face indifferently, and then broke away.  Cindy's arms.  Cindy felt the cold attitude of her companions and asked in a low voice: "Are they Chinese?" "They should be, I heard a few sentences of them talking in their own language, but I couldn't understand them!" Simba shook his head,  Suddenly asked sharply: "Why do you want to serve the Chinese? They are our enemies. Just during the day, they just killed many of our good brothers." "They are just enemies of the British!" Cindy replied coldly.  : "We and those Chinese people?We have never met, and they have never disturbed our lives. It was the British who came to India from thousands of miles away, occupied our land, and forced us to fight for them and the Chinese!  " Simba looked at Cindy fiercely, but as time passed, the anger in his eyes gradually disappeared and turned into confusion: "What you said makes sense, but what you did went against the teachings of the respected master.  The teacher said¡ª¡ª" "Simba!  "Cindy interrupted her companion: "Master really taught us to be brave and live with dignity.  Faced with the threat of force, they would rather fight and die than live in contentment.  But all this is not for the greed of the British. They came here for the same purpose as they came to Calcutta, Delhi, and Punjab. The courage of the Sikhs is not used as an accomplice of bandits.  " In a forest clearing three kilometers away from the British camp, four men in black were sitting on the ground. Judging from their heavy breathing, they had exhausted a lot of energy. One of them was taking advantage of the dim moonlight.  , comparing the map and compass to judge the marching route: "We will walk another five kilometers south and cross the mountain. It will be almost dawn, and then we will turn west.  If the British send troops to pursue us, they will definitely think that we are heading north, so we are just out of step and will not be caught by them!  "    "Um!  The other three nodded. Seeing that his subordinates had no objections, the officer whispered: "Rest for fifteen minutes, and then move forward."  " Early the next morning, this small team had climbed up the mountain. Looking back, the Irrawaddy River Valley appeared in front of the escapees. In the distance, near the center of the valley, the city of Bagan stood against the mountain, with numerous Buddha statues.  The tower reflects brilliantly in the morning light. The entire city overlooks several avenues below. This topography makes the city of Bagan a key place in Central Myanmar. Looking up, this valley is famous for its amazingly fertile soil.  In front of everyone's eyes, the two sides of the valley are surrounded by shale mountains like an ancient Greek theater. The light red light is covered with dense arbor forests, and the quiet ravines on the hillside are vaguely visible.  There is a nearly circular wall with vast, soft rice fields stretching in the middle. The king of ancient Myanmar took a fancy to the dangerous terrain and rich products and decided to make his capital here.  The scenery adds a bit of life, which the Creator sometimes likes to use to add to the beauty of his great works. When people reach the top of the mountain, the rising sun has dispelled the white mist that often permeates the grass and shrubs in the early morning of this season.  The moment they turned back, an invisible hand lifted off the last veil covering the mountains, rivers and vegetation. This thin layer of smoke was like a translucent veil covering the pearl agate, making people impatient to think.  Want to see what happened. The officers and soldiers looked far into the distance. There was no silvery cloud in the vast sky, so it was hard to believe that this endless blue dome was the sky. It looked more like a satin canopy.  , supported by large and small peaks, spread out in the sky, sheltering this beautiful and beautiful field, grassland, stream, and green trees. The scenery of the countryside was so diverse that some people lingered for a long time before finally losing their sight.  On the various groves, a few yellow leaves with deep bronze tones are dotted among the green leaves. The jagged emerald-like grassland makes the woods more beautiful. Some people stare at the patches of light.  On the red land, bundles of cut grains stand in conical piles, like soldiers setting up their guns when camping; these plots contrast with the golden fallow land after harvesting.  The thatched roofs with wisps of white cooking smoke, as well as several winding, silvery and noisy streams on both sides of the Irrawaddy River, attract people's attention with their soft, fragrant and cool allure for some reason.  The strong autumn wind and the strong smell of the forest blow towards me like swirling incense, intoxicating the viewers. ¡°What a beautiful and fertile land!  "A soldier admired in a low voice. "Yes, compared to here, our hometown is really far behind!  "Another soldier nodded in agreement. This time, most of the Shun troops who entered Myanmar with Batu and Chen Zaixing were local farmers in Guizhou, Yunnan before joining the army. Most of them are costal landforms covered with rugged limestone. The terrain is rugged and the land is barren. Naturally,  It can¡¯t be compared with the fertile land on both sides of the Irrawaddy River. ¡°Stop looking, let¡¯s go!  "Wei Sunan was the first to wake up from the temptation of the beautiful scenery. As an officer, he understood the heavy responsibility he now shouldered. Judging from the gunshots he heard when passing the British defense line last night, Li Rong, who was traveling with him, should  It has failed. In a sense, the lives of the nearly two thousand robes left in the camp all depend on whether he can quickly deliver the information to Mandalay.
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