Assamese people now have to endure triple oppression from their leaders, Indian Bengali soldiers and the British.
This kind of life has lasted for decades. The Assamese people have never given up resistance, but every resistance will bring greater harm to this ethnic group.
Dinsukia seemed a little angry because it was the ruling center in northwestern Assam.
There are some shops in the city, most of which are opened by Indians. They purchase goods from British trading houses in Calcutta or Dhaka and then traffick the goods here.
Of course, there are also former Assamese shops here.
Mu Siming is an Assamese businessman. His business is not very good, so no Indian businessmen have ever given him trouble, but he has persisted.
No one cares why this mediocre business didn't go bankrupt.
In fact, Mu Siming came here to settle down just a year and a half ago, using the identity of an Assamese businessman.
Assamese and the Dai people in Yunnan have similar languages and living habits. Therefore, Mu Siming, who is originally from the Dai people in Yunnan, has not been found to have any flaws.
In addition, after arriving here, he used money to get through from the Indian police at the bottom to the British rulers at the top.
Here, as long as you are willing to spend money and know how to behave, no one will cause trouble for you. Even when entering and exiting the city gate, no one will check.
People in the city said that Mu Siming must be the illegitimate son of some chieftain. Otherwise, why would he be so rich?
Because he opened this ordinary shop, but he also built a big house in the city.
During the more than a year here, Mu Siming focused mainly on building a house. The house took nearly a year to build.
Because the money is well spent, the Indian police will not interfere with his building a house.
In fact, Mu Siming was just a small chess piece when the West China Intelligence Department laid out the surrounding areas of China. No one knows when this chess piece will be put to use.
However, as long as it is a chess piece, as long as it is still on the player's chessboard, there will be a time when it will play its role.
"Deng-deng-deng..." A series of rhythmic knocks on the door rang.
The sound was very rhythmic, just like a telegraph operator typing out codes.
"Who is it?" Hearing this strange knock on the door, Mu Siming sent the housekeeper away and then walked towards the courtyard door.
"Is there any tea?" A question in Chinese came from outside the yard.
I heard the person speaking was in Chinese.
Mu Siming's heart froze and he said, "What kind of tea do you want?"
"Pu'er in the third year of Xianfeng."
"How much?"
"13 pounds, 1 tael, 4 cents."
"Creak..." With a sound, the door opened from the inside. A middle-aged man dressed as a wealthy businessman poked his head out from inside.
This man had a somewhat sinister appearance and was thin. He poked his head out of the door and did not speak to the visitor. He just looked at both ends of the street with his small eyes.
This house is close to the city wall and not on the main road into the city, so there are not many people on the small street at the door.
At this time, no one can be seen.
Mu Siming nodded to the person, then turned sideways and let the person in.
The person who came was dark-skinned and extremely square-looking. He was dressed like a Dai ethnic minority.
Everyone in the house, including his Assamese wife, was driven away by him.
So at this time, no one could be seen in the house.
Mu Siming led the visitor to an ordinary wing. There was no communication between the two during the journey.
This wing is extremely ordinary. It seems to be for servants, and the furnishings are very simple. But if you look closely, you can still find that no one has ever lived in this room.
The room has wooden cabinets, tables and chairs, and a wooden bed covered with simple bamboo mats and thin quilts.
Mu Siming used his hands to pull out the bed.
Then he took the man to the original place under the bed and dug out a tab from the ground.
He pulled the ring hard and lifted up a stone slab.
It turns out that there is a secret room underneath.
When the two of them entered the secret room, Mu Siming raised his hands and asked.
"Excuse me, sir, what are your orders?" He did not ask the other party's identity, which was a taboo in back-line personnel contacts.
Because they basically have a single line of contact with their previous family. If it is someone you don’t know, there is no need to ask more questions. If the other party thinks they can let you know their information, they will definitely tell you.
"Mu Siming, I am Huo Chongren, the operations team leader of the Yunnan Station of the Intelligence Department. I have crossed the line to contact you this time because the mission is more important." After speaking, Huo Chongren showed his identity certificate to Mu Siming for verification.
As an intelligence agency, the Operations Directorate of the Ministry of Intelligence has its own set of identity verification methods.
Mu Siming took the certification document and read it carefully.
After confirming that it was correct, Mu Siming saluted solemnly and said: "Hello, Team Leader Huo! I'm here to serve as a secret agent from the Yunnan Station Operation Team of the Intelligence Department, Mu Siming."
"Mu Siming is your real name?"
"Yes, team leader."
"Then are you from the Dai ethnic group?"
"Yes, team leader, we are all Chinese people, aren't we?"
"Yes." Huo Chongren smiled and nodded, and then continued, "The superiors asked me to contact you directly for deployment. After this matter is completed, your mission here will be completed. Didn't you report that you were digging in the city before?
Is there a secret passage leading outside the city? It may be needed for this mission."
"Yes, sir, please come with me." He came to the corner of the secret room and removed some debris, and a hole leaked out.
"Sir, this tunnel is eight hundred meters long and leads all the way to the cemetery outside the city. When I built this house, I saw that the city was heavily guarded, so I thought of building a passage in case of emergency."
Mu Siming pointed to the tunnel and introduced.
"Okay, that's great. You have made a great contribution this time." Huo Chongren said with a smile.
"Team leader, do you think it's our people who want to call? I've been waiting for this day for a long time." Mu Siming said excitedly.
"No, it's not our people who are coming, but the Taiping Army. We are cooperating with the Taiping Army this time. I know you have doubts in your heart, but this plan is personally led by the president. We just need to do our part well.
Naturally, they have their own considerations.”
What Mu Siming was about to say was choked back. He couldn't figure out why he wanted to give a good piece of land to the Taiping Army.
He has stayed in Assam for a long time and naturally knows that this place is a treasure.
Why was such a good place given up to others?
The Taiping Army and the Fuxing Army were never of the same mind.
However, the team leader just said that this is the president's plan, so there will be no problem. The president will never let his own people suffer.
"I understand, team leader, by the way, I have a deployment map of the British and Indian troops in the city, as well as the locations of the government offices and police stations in the city."
"These British people are staying in one place. They are not happy to be with Indians and Bangladeshis." Mu Siming continued.
"Well, you have done a very comprehensive job. I will report it to the superiors truthfully." Huo Chongren said affirmatively.
This little spy did a very comprehensive job indeed. You must know that many of the things he did were done freely by himself.
Now that things in the city can be determined, with this tunnel, the Taiping Army can send elites to sneak into the city secretly.
This can greatly reduce the difficulty of the Taiping Army's siege.
When the time comes, the army will attract all the enemies outside the city, and the elites in the city will directly come to the center to bloom, or capture a nearby city gate.
Next, Huo Chongren followed Mu Siming to explore the tunnel. Although the tunnel was very narrow, it could only accommodate one person hunched over.
But it is not easy to dig such a long tunnel under the nose of the British and Indian troops.
There is some moisture in the tunnel, because the terrain near the city is relatively high, otherwise the cave would have been flooded by groundwater.
"Siming, you dug this tunnel very professionally. Did you hire someone to dig it?" Huo Chongren asked.
"Team leader, I don't dare to find someone to dig this. I don't have any subordinates here. I dug it all by myself. We used to be miners, so we have some skills." Mu Siming said sheepishly.
Huo Chongren couldn't help but sincerely admire this little spy.
There are many spies like the Intelligence Department. They walk around China and even in important positions within China.
The names of these people are rarely known, and their identities are even more varied.
Some people are better off turning into businessmen, at least their lives are not bad. Others turn into beggars and beg on the streets every day, but they really have to endure the pain of beggars.
They exist to monitor an important target or to make advance arrangements in a certain place.
These people didn't know when their mission would end, and they didn't even contact them during the long waiting process.
But at the beginning, these people were instilled with a strong sense of discipline.
In the intelligence department, especially the action group, the price of betrayal is huge. There have also been betrayals in the history of the intelligence department of the Renaissance Army.
This betrayal was not very serious. It was just that a spy fell in love with a woman, took away the intelligence funds, and wanted to fly away with the woman.
Naturally, the result is that he is being continuously hunted by the Ministry of Intelligence. No matter how high the cost, it is impossible for such a person to escape justice, otherwise all the secret agents released in the future will follow his example.
For these secret agents who persist, the Intelligence Ministry usually allows them to retire early after completing their missions and gives them a good arrangement.
Of course, some people will choose to stay in the Intelligence Ministry and live this exciting but uncertain life.
Fifty miles southeast of Dinsugia City, a group of elite Taiping Army scouts were approaching a post guarded by Indian soldiers.
This sentry post is an earth and stone structure, more than three meters high, with a small door below. The sentries rest and perform their duties here.
You can smell the stench emanating from the post from a long distance away. The hygiene habits of these Bangladeshi and Indian soldiers are really outrageous.
No wonder the British never stayed with these native soldiers.
Even in Calcutta, the British lived together on a high ground in the city, which was a dedicated white area. Indians could only live around the high ground.
The white areas where the British live have special sewer systems. The exits of the sewers in these white areas are in the Indian settlements.
Those Indians bathed and obtained water at the sewer outlet in the white area.
Maybe they think that they can get blessings from the superior white people!
The British equipped these native soldiers with muskets. They played an important role in the British government's conquest of the entire India.
The combat effectiveness of these people is average, but their equipment is much stronger than that of the average local indigenous army.
It is precisely in this way that the combat power of these people can be equal to that of the army of the current Kingdom of Myanmar.
Of course, the British have cultivated many servant armies in India, and there will be several servant armies that will be relatively powerful in the future.
The most famous among them were the Sikh warriors and later the Gurkha mercenaries.
However, at this time, there were only a small number of Sikh warriors in the British servant army who still had some fighting strength.
The people stationed in Assam were mainly Bengali warriors and servants recruited from the princely states in northeastern India.
These people's fighting power is average. If their weapons weren't more advanced, they wouldn't even be able to defeat the natives.
Apart from poor hygiene, another problem of Indian soldiers is laziness.
As long as there are no British whipping these people, they are basically in a lazy state.
When you can lie down, you can't stand.
It was already late at night, and the Indian servants on duty had already laid down at the bottom of the guard tower to sleep.
Only about twenty Taiping Army scouts were seen quietly approaching the sentry tower.
"Luo Tou, I just went to listen. Everyone inside is probably asleep. We can go up to this sentry tower with a ladder.
"Okay, be careful and start taking action." the scout captain ordered.
Twenty or so people bowed their bodies and quietly approached the sentry tower.
The sentry tower is located on the top of a high ground. If there are sentries on duty on the top of the sentry tower at this time, it is still possible to spot this team of scouts in the dim light.
However, these are Indian soldiers. How can they stay at their posts in the middle of the night?
This is completely inconsistent with the "fine traditions" of Indian soldiers.
In the darkness, some Taiping soldiers pressed their hands on the wall of the sentry tower, and other scouts stepped on the shoulders of these people and climbed up to the sentry tower.
These elite scouts in the Taiping Army were veterans of the war for seven or eight years.
They climbed onto the watchtower like a group of bloodthirsty beasts. They held sharp daggers and daggers in their mouths.
More than a dozen scouts went up to the sentry tower and without hesitation followed the entrance on the top of the sentry tower and descended to the bottom of the sentry tower.
The bottom floor of the sentry tower is a living area and warehouse.
A group of Indian soldiers were lying on the ground, sleeping soundly.
Luo Tou took a breath and frowned.
Damn it, I didn’t know I thought I was entering a latrine. These Indian soldiers can effectively kill the enemy just by the smell on their bodies.
By the light of the kerosene lamp on the wall, Luo Tou nodded to the scout beside him.
Everyone took off the weapons in their mouths and approached their targets.
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At noon the next day, a soldier hurried in at the British military camp in Dinsukia.
"Sir, our outpost in the east has lost contact." The messenger ran to a British captain and stood at attention to report.
Although the young British officer was only a captain, he was the supreme commander of the city.
Those native soldiers must obey the command of the British army unconditionally. Even if this native Indian officer commands thousands of people, he must obey the command of an ordinary British soldier.
"Send a team of soldiers to search eastward, order the city gates to be cordoned off, and recall all the soldiers on vacation to the city walls." Although this captain was young, he was still relatively cautious in his actions.
At this time, Chen Yucheng and his men were already heading towards the city on the road east of Dinsugia.
The sentry towers along the way had been clearly seen, and Chen Yucheng's forward easily crossed the hilly boundary. The closer it got to Dinsugiya, the gentler the terrain became.
Many neat tea gardens have been opened on both sides of the road, which the British forced the local people to plant.
In fact, not many local people know how to plant tea trees, and their tea gardens are far inferior to those in southern Yunnan.
But the British knew about the huge profits from the tea trade and always wanted to develop their own sources of tea.
China's blockade of tea trees is very strict.
In fact, the British wanted to transplant tea trees from Fujian in China, but they have not been successful.
The existing tea varieties in Assam are not good. Local tea leaves are still unable to compete with Chinese tea leaves.
But this is at least a start. The British hope to replace China with India and make it an important tea producing area.
They have been working on this. Assam is just the beginning.
The British know very well that if India can produce tea, it will be more competitive than Chinese tea because the climate conditions here are better.
And the labor costs and land costs in the colonies are lower.
It is also because of this that the British attach so much importance to the Assam region.
Now, their rule here will soon come to an end.
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