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Volume 3: The Wind Rises in the South Chapter 87: Captured

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    There was a burst of voices immediately in the trenches, and the dull faces of the Indian soldiers finally showed a look of surprise. Before the pound was off the gold standard, the pound was quite strong. In the mid-19th century, one hundred pounds was enough to buy a piece of land in Australia.  There is fertile land as far as the eye can see.  For these soldiers, this is simply an astronomical amount of money, enough to change the fate of them and their families.  "I, I am willing to participate!" A voice broke the discussion, and all eyes immediately focused on the speaker. They saw this person standing next to Simba. It was his good friend Cindy, but let  What surprised people was that his face was all gray. Instead of being nervous and excited about facing a huge reward, it looked more like despair when facing death.  After a while, the British officer and the sergeant major left, and the soldiers dispersed. Only Simba and Cindy were left at the corner of the trench.  Simba stood up and whispered to the silent Cindy: "I'm sorry, Cindy, I just -" "You were just stupid enough to fall into the British man's trap and put your head in the noose."  . Even the monkeys are smarter than you, at least they fell into the trap for the plump fruits, but you lost your life for those illusory things!" Cindy jumped up angrily, a bit cynical in his usual way.  For the first time, real anger showed on his face.  "Well, I am here for those 'illusory' things. In your eyes, ancestors, honor, and courage are not as important as life!" Simba retorted angrily: "Then why are you standing up?  "For the sixty pounds? So you can go back and buy a piece of land and become a landlord?" "A reward?" A bitter smile appeared on Cindy's face: "Have you forgotten how the British treated the betrayer?  Did he kill his master Ami Kant? (This man was originally a wealthy businessman in the Bengal Province at that time, and was deeply trusted by the Mughal prince Siraj, the ruler of Bengal at the time, but he was a general of the British East India Company, Cliff.  He betrayed his lord through bribery, causing his defeat in the decisive Battle of Plassey, which became the beginning of the British annexation of the entire India. However, Cliff refused to pay the huge reward initially promised to this man afterwards.  It is said that Ami Kant later became crazy because of this.) If the British promised such a large reward, it can only mean one thing. This matter is so dangerous that it is almost impossible for us to come back to get the money. " "Then, then you!  Why do you want to stand up? " "Maybe it's because of the reckless character left by a certain Sikh ancestor!" Cindy sighed: "Why don't they leave me the farm and money so that I can stay in my hometown?  Enjoy your legs instead of going to die with you, an idiot!" "Cindy!" Simba hugged his friend fiercely, kissed him twice on the cheek, and said loudly: "The master said  , the immortal gods will bless the Sikh warriors. " "Okay, okay!" Cindy wiped her cheeks in embarrassment: "Simba, don't smear all your spit on my face.  Oh, my face is not your trousers, God Shiva, I regret standing up now. It is not my family style to die with such a dirty guy." "Inferior soldier Simba,  Cindy!" With a cry, Simba and Cindy stood upright reflexively. When they looked up, they saw the serious sergeant standing in front of them.  "You two follow me now!" "Yes, sir!" Simba and Cindy followed the sergeant major through two trenches and came to a tunnel hidden under the slope. The tunnel was densely covered with trees on the slope.  Under the cover of shrubs, it looks particularly inconspicuous.  At the end of the tunnel, there is a hole. The diameter of the hole is not large and can only accommodate an adult man bending down to enter. However, it looks very deep. There is a slight sound coming from inside. It is not known how deep it is.  "You two, take off your clothes!" the sergeant major ordered loudly.  Simba and Cindy were startled by the order and were stunned for a moment. They reluctantly took off their clothes. Soon, only a piece of cloth covering their private parts was left on their bodies. On November 1,  Under the moonlight breeze, goosebumps appeared on the naked skin of both of them, and they couldn't help but curl up instinctively. Cindy looked at the sergeant major and asked in a low voice: "What order did you bring?" "  Now, you two crawl into the tunnel!" the sergeant major said, pointing to the deep hole.  Compared with the entrance, the inside of the tunnel is narrower. Its width and height can only allow an adult man to crawl forward.  Simba and Cindy were like two beasts, crawling in the tunnel, wearing knee pads and elbow pads on their knees and elbows, but their naked bodies were still scratched or stabbed by protrusions on the walls.  It was broken, but the two of them still crawled forward without saying a word.  Detonating the mine at the end of the tunnel - this is the task given to them.  In fact, there are noIt is as dark as outsiders imagine - for the convenience of the excavation engineers, there are burning candles in the corners of the tunnel. This is not only for lighting needs, but also to ensure that there is sufficient oxygen in the tunnel.  These days, under the cover of ground attacks, the British dug a tunnel from the ground to the ground of the Shunjun camp, and prepared to use hundreds of kilograms of yellow gunpowder to lift the overhead fortifications and the enemies into the sky.  But when the engineers laid the mines and exited the tunnel to light the fuses, they were surprised to find that the mines did not explode as expected.  Was it discovered and destroyed by the enemy?  Or did the fuse break somewhere?  Or was there something wrong with the layout of the mines?  No one knows the reason. Now a warrior is needed to crawl along the tunnel and see the truth clearly with the naked eye.  Simba climbed in front - this was what he insisted on. After all, it was his recklessness that brought Cindy to such a dangerous situation.  He crawled carefully, spitting out the muddy water that splashed into his mouth from time to time. He also had to be careful to guard against the burning match rope wrapped around his wrist to prevent it from extinguishing. He carefully lit the remaining candles in the closet recessed into the wall.  Water dripped from the top of the tunnel, forming a shallow layer of muddy water on the ground.  Simba could still vaguely hear the sound of artillery in the tunnel. It was the British army bombarding the Shun army camp with artillery fire. The low sound of artillery echoed in the dark tunnel, which seemed particularly terrifying. For a moment, Xinba  Ba almost thought that he was in the hell that the elders had told him about when he was a child. It was also dark and terrifying there.  Suddenly, Simba's ankle was pulled. He turned around in surprise and saw Cindy's dark eyes staring at him. The other party put his index finger to his mouth, made a silencing gesture, and then  He stretched out his finger and pointed at the wall on the right and his ear.  Simba leaned his head against the wall, and sure enough, there was a heavy digging sound coming from the wall.  The two people's movements became gentler, especially Simba. He climbed a few steps and leaned against the wall to listen. As the two of them moved forward, the sounds coming from the wall became increasingly louder and louder.  It was clear, and Simba could even hear some voices, and it was the same language he heard from those mysterious attackers that night.  It's the Chinese, it's the enemy, they're nearby.  Simba climbed a few more steps forward. At this time, he could clearly hear the Chinese voices even if he was not close to the wall. He could see dim reflections at the corner in front, and the Chinese were right in front!  He slowed down his crawling speed and looked back at Cindy. Cindy nodded knowingly, took out two bombs from the bag tied to his feet, and handed them to Simba. Simba blew them and wrapped them in his right hand.  With the match rope on his wrist, he carefully lit one of the fuses and gently threw it towards the opposite side. However, the bomb rolled a few times on the ground and stopped, and the fuse was soaked by the muddy water on the ground.  Simba cursed silently, crawled forward a few steps, lit the remaining bomb, and threw it forward.  This time the bomb did not disappoint Simba. The bomb landed on the dry ground, bounced forward a few times, and rolled into the darkness. Then there was a violent explosion, and pieces of earth mixed with smoke were sprayed towards this side.  Simba crawled nimbly in the muddy water. He immediately felt a burning pain on his naked back, and at the same time, a scream came from his ears.  "Balala!" Simba immediately shouted loudly, and quickly rushed into the darkness. He pulled out the dagger from his waist with his right hand. After climbing a few steps, he bumped into a soft body in the darkness.  Instinctively, he pierced the opponent's body with a knife, and then twisted the handle of the knife. A scream immediately came from his ears, and he immediately felt warm liquid on his right hand.  The battle in the dark was fierce. The attackers and the attacked were struggling and stabbing in the narrow tunnels. People used all the weapons they could find to kill: daggers, pistols, broken wood, fists, knees and elbows.  , even teeth.  In this special place, war has returned to its most primitive form - kill the other party, or be killed by the other party.  Simba has killed three opponents. Darkness is his most powerful ally. As an attacker, he knows that everyone in front of him is his enemy and can attack boldly, while behind him is Cindy.  Protected.  And his enemies were suddenly attacked. He didn't know how many enemies there were, nor where they were. In many cases, they even started killing each other, becoming Simba's target of massacre.  Until a majestic voice broke the silence: "All our own people are not allowed to move. Anyone who moves is the enemy!" This order had an immediate effect. The soldiers of the Shun army who had recovered from the panic of the attack stopped moving blindly, and the darkness  Having become a neutral party again, Simba could only stop his actions to avoid becoming the target of siege.  At this time, a flame was lit, and dim yellow light began to scatter in all directions.  Almost at the same time, Simba threw his dagger at the light, and a scream came from the light, but the lightThe light has not gone out.  The soldiers of the Shun Army who saw the enemy clearly rushed forward. Simba tried his best to resist, but he was soon knocked unconscious.  A basin of cold water was poured on Simba's scarred body. His body twitched and he slowly woke up.  Simba struggled to open his swollen eyes and saw a dozen legs in leggings, and there was another person beside him, Cindy.  "Stand up, bastard!" Simba was immediately kicked hard in the abdomen, which made him curl up as quickly as a prawn, and blood and gastric juice flowed out of his mouth and nostrils.  He was writhing on the ground in pain.  "Okay, don't beat him to death, the superior officer still wants to ask questions!" A higher-ranking officer stopped the soldiers from venting their anger: "You two, please clean these two guys a little, make them clean, and put on their clothes."  Put on your clothes and take them to Mr. Ba! " "Yes, Sir!" Batu was in the room, staring at the calendar and map on the wall. Twenty-one days had passed since the British siege.  During these twenty-one days, the British used all available methods to attempt to break into the camp: digging tunnels, rockets, artillery fire, etc.  Last night, the British even dug a tunnel under the Shun Army camp and buried hundreds of kilograms of gunpowder. Fortunately, a few blind men with sensitive ears discovered the British attempt, and the Shun Army engineers dug the British tunnel.  , and cut off the bomb's fuse, and the camp avoided the fate of falling.  But this does not mean victory, or even safety. Who knows if there is another trick approaching the camp, pushing him and the remaining soldiers into the abyss of destruction. As long as the British siege is not broken for one day, the camp  His fate has not changed for a day, but when will reinforcements arrive?  Batu's brows frowned.  "Sir, these two guys were caught by us in the tunnel. They should be British engineers!" Batu turned around and saw two dark guys being pushed into the house. They were wearing ill-fitting uniforms.  There were scars and bruises all over the uniform, face and exposed body. It was obvious that he had suffered a lot before coming to him.  One of them was looking at him fiercely, while the other's gaze was much more intriguing, a little confused, but also a little expectant.  Batu suddenly asked: "How many tunnels did the British dig in total?" The translator beside him immediately translated it into English.  ¡°The one of the two prisoners who stared at Batu fiercely suddenly shouted loudly in a language that neither Batu nor the translator understood. It should be their native language.  Batu frowned, and was about to order the guards to give this guy who didn't know his situation a hard time, when the other prisoner suddenly asked in English: "Are you the Chinese general?" "No, I still have it.  I'm not a general, but I am the highest commander in the camp!" Batu frowned and decided to put the stubborn guy aside to see if he could get some oil out of him.  "That's the same, sir, I want to ask you a question. If I answer the question, you won't hand us back to the British!" "There's a chance!" Batu suppressed the excitement in his heart and straightened his back.  , tried his best to answer in a serious tone: "Of course, if you tell the truth, you will become a person on my side. Of course I will not hand over the people on my side to the enemy!" "Cindy, what are you going to do?  Are you going to surrender to the enemy in fear of death?" Simba finally understood what his companions were doing and hurriedly shouted to Cindy in his own language.  "That's enough, Simba! Don't tell me any more about respecting the master's instructions." Cindy interrupted Simba: "I have already said that the Chinese are not the enemies of the Punjabi people. In fact, if it were not for the British  People are trying to conquer the Burmese like they conquered the Punjab Kingdom decades ago, and we will not have the slightest relationship with the Chinese. The Punjabis have only one enemy, and that is the evil British guy and his thugs. As long as they can defeat the British.  "People, I am willing to fight under the banner of anyone!" "Could it be that even the Chinese¡ª¡ª" Simba stared blankly at his usually lazy and cynical companion, as if he had just met him for the first time today.  Cindy.  "Yes, even the Chinese. Don't look at me with your mouth open like an idiot! I know these Chinese are not good people. Their purpose in coming to Myanmar is the same as the British. They are trying to turn this place into a  Their colonies, turning the Burmese into their slaves. But so what? They are not trying to invade our country, at least not yet, and the British are now riding on our necks in order to defeat the current.  Enemies, and alliances with possible future enemies. Isn't this what the British do? They either participate in internal strife among princes, make hypocritical alliances, or implement open alliances.Their fraud, bribery and extortion provoked conflicts among the Indians and made us fight among ourselves, while they took the opportunity to defeat the Indian princes one by one. Finally, when they attacked the Kingdom of Punjab, only we Sikhs were left.  The man was left alone to fight.  If we want to break free from the yoke of the British one day, we must learn from the British. As the respected master said, a warrior only needs to have faith and courage, but a leader must not only be as brave as a lion, but also like a fox.  General cunning, so that he can lead his followers and soldiers to victory.  " Simba was finally impressed by Cindy's eloquence, and opened his arms to hug his companion: "You are right, thank the great Lord Shiva for instilling wisdom into your mind.  ¡± ¡°Everything is God¡¯s will!  "Cindy also hugged her friend and kissed him on the cheek. Then she turned to Batu who was looking at her with interest and said, "Sir, I don't know how many tunnels the British have dug, but I  Thought I could do something more useful to you guys.  "He paused for a moment, then continued loudly: "The British troops surrounding you now are basically affiliated with the Second and Third Punjab Fusiliers, and more than 90% of the soldiers are Sikhs.  They have been stationed in Yangon for two years, and most of the soldiers miss their hometown very much-" "Wait a minute!  Batu raised his right hand and interrupted the interpreter's narration: "You mean that most of the soldiers in this army have been here for more than two years?"  "    "Yes!  "Cindy nodded: "Since the great uprising of 1857, the British have ordered that all Indian soldiers are not allowed to stay in their hometown to serve as soldiers.  And according to Indian tradition, if a person goes to Burma, he will lose his caste and be expelled from all groups, so the soldiers were very dissatisfied.  "
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