Head of State Yang personally ordered them...

Fight bravely, to retreat better.

Of course this is just the spiritual connotation. The specific content is to give up Gao Hati at the right time to retreat to a safe area, and it is best to retreat to Shillong, where it is much safer to be surrounded by mountains.

Of course, when retreating, all the officials of the Assam government must be brought with you.

Well, what a great opportunity this is, to make the Assam and the Indians irreconcilable from now on, let the Indians occupy the place. The Assam Republic will probably move the capital, and then they all ran away and left the people in the city to the Indian tribe armed forces who stared at blood-red eyes like wolves.

As for what they do next, this is not something that Head Yang needs to care about. They are even casual in Tu City. Anyway, they are all Nehru, and they are all in the Indians. Three thousand Ming army paratroopers fight against 50,000 tribal armed forces, nearly 20,000 regular Indian troops, the latter also has armored troops. It is completely understandable that they can't defend Gao Hati. It is incredible to be able to defend!

It is conceivable that if Gohati was slaughtered, then the two countries would never be together in the future. Those Assam people will remember this irreconcilable hatred for generations.

Well, they will definitely not buy Tata cars again.

As for the dead Assam...

They will be immortal, and future generations will build a great monument to commemorate their contributions to the nation.

Since the head of state orders, of course, you must obey the understanding, and you must obey the problem if you don’t understand, and you must deepen your understanding through obedience.

Han Xu's deployment was very simple. In addition to transferring a battalion in the name of protection, all the main officials and members of the Assam government were all looked at and all the cars were prepared...

He just did nothing.

Just outside Gohati, General Timaya began to gather the tribal armed forces that dispersed the harm of the people. When he heard that he could acquiesce to wash the city after breaking Gohati, the tribal armed forces rushed over with screams.

Finally, I can do a big fight.

Why did they come to Nehru for dirty work? They were not just robbing money and women. But the northern part of the peninsula was full of remote and poor villages that were so poor that rats burst into tears. Even if they threw the poor into the oil press, they could not squeeze out a few drops of oil.

The only thing worth taking is Gohati.

That night, the moon was dark and the wind was high, and it was drizzling. On the various positions guarding Gaohati, the tired soldiers of the Ming'a army thought they could have a good sleep, but suddenly the Indians launched a fierce attack.

And it was an attack on the whole line. Under the cover of fierce artillery fire, the Indians launched an unprecedented crazy attack on the opposite side of all positions. Almost instantly, the urgent phone number kept ringing at the command center in the city.

In such weather, the Air Force could not provide support, and the tense atmosphere spread throughout the city. Countless Assamese people looked at the night sky reddished by fire in horror, and everyone felt the dangerous atmosphere in the air.

"Oh my God, they're going crazy!"

Amid the flames that forced the shells to explode, a Ming army machine gunner looked ahead like a collapse.

In front of him, countless black heads were surging, and countless hideous faces formed a scene that looked like thousands of evil ghosts in hell.

These Indian tribe soldiers who were blinded by the desire to wash the city did not care about the bullets fired by the MG3 general-purpose machine guns on the opposite side, and they were holding various old-fashioned rifles and even wielding machetes. They were like old farmers working silently, lowering their heads, bowing their waists, stepping on the dead bodies that were falling down in front, and charging forward for the moment.

Among these people, the Stuart tanks of the regular Indian army rumbled in, and the car-mounted machine guns crazily suppressed the defenders' firepower, and the muzzles spewed out flames from time to time.

Ming army soldier Liang Bin knelt in the bunker, carrying the RPG7 and pulling the trigger like those holy soldiers. A firelight shot out in the rain, and then hit the front of a Stuart. With the explosion of fire, the tank instantly turned into a burning fire ball, and soon the turret flew up as the ammunition exploded.

"Ma, this thing is so useful."

He shouted excitedly to the deputy shooter, who was busy getting a armor-breaking bullet to install it for him.

"Retreat, hurry, retreat!"

At this time, the platoon leader next to the communications soldier suddenly shouted.

"ah?"

Before Liang Bin understood, the soldiers on both sides had already begun to clean up and retreat, and at the same time, the overwhelming rockets hit them in front of them, which provided cover for them.

He hesitated for a moment and gave a wink at the deputy shooter, who quickly loaded him with understanding. With the light of the explosion, he aimed at a moving tank nearly a hundred meters away, then pulled the trigger, and then immediately chased the retreating companion with the deputy shooter. When he turned around halfway, the tank was turning into a torch.

At the same time, on other positions, the Ming-A coalition forces, who were seen to be destroyed by the surging sea of ​​people, had to choose to retreat. Fortunately, at this time, the Ming army, who received the order, began to use du gas bombs. Although there were not many and could not defeat the enemy, they won enough time for their retreat and soon withdrew from the battle one after another.

The chaotic battle on the rainy night was not clear about how the soldiers on both sides fought, and it ended inexplicably. Anyway, they rushed in chaos while blocking the battle, and then they were defeated by the Ming-A coalition.

But this is nothing strange. The two armies combined have only 7,000 people. Under the fierce attack of nearly 70,000 people, it would be unbeaten, and it would be unreasonable. What's more, they retreated only after they were defeated in the bloody battle.

Afterwards, the tribal armed forces left 5,000 corpses on the battlefield, and such failure is not embarrassing.

The defeated Mina army was directly expelled from Gaohati, and the Assam government officials and members of the parliament were stuffed into the car and fled in a hurry to Nan. Before leaving, Moran left a diplomat under his command, waiting to strongly condemn the Indians in Assam.

Unfortunately, the diplomat didn't wait for the Tianzhu army at all. He only waited for countless disciples, because when the Mina coalition was defeated, General Timaiya, who was somewhat inexplicably absent, also quietly disappeared into the rainy night with his army and entered Bhutan as quickly as possible.

They must not participate in the next thing.

"You can't treat me like this, I'm a diplomat!"

At the intersection of the road leading to the city of Gohati, the diplomat trembled as a tribal chief walking towards him.
Chapter completed!