“How many reserve teams do we have?”

Aristotle frowned and asked the adjutant beside him.

Aristotle's adjutant was also a general's rank, and his status was obviously higher than that of other generals.

“Report to the President.

In addition to the troops that were deployed on both wings, our army had four divisions of reserves that did not set foot on the battlefield.

However, the troops that our army withdrew did not completely lose their combat effectiveness, and they could still go to the front line to fight when needed."

"Four divisions, or about 40,000 people, these British men used Indians to play a war of attrition with us, which is really simple and effective."

"Don't worry, President, the British Indian minions killed more than we did. If they continue to fight like this, the first thing they can't hold on is the British."

"Even if we win, what about the next time the British will bring in another 100,000 Indian minions?"

Aristotle asked a rebellious question, leaving his adjutant speechless.

After Aristotle's eyes noticed the change of the eyes of the Greek generals around him, he smiled and comforted: "The Indian subcontinent is not close to Europe, and he still has to land in Egypt to take a distance. No matter how rich the London government is, it cannot last for a few rounds.

And we have always been local warfare, with the support of the Greek people, the ultimate winner will surely be our Greek Republic!”

In contrast to the relaxed Aristotle, Gulag's cheeks and back were soaked in sweat at this time. He witnessed the fourth battle of the Indian vassals, massacred the Indian friendly forces in different colors, and then witnessed these Indian friendly forces again, leaving corpses everywhere in front of the battle line of the Greek Wehrmacht, which was as good as iron walls!

At this moment, Gulag suddenly saw his boss pulling out his command knife and landing fiercely in front of him. He shouted in their hometown dialect of the country: "Everyone has it, kill those cowardly deserters!"

Bang bang bang bang...

The first row of Indian musketeers took the lead in firing a volley, and then Gulag was surrounded by crowds and moved forward, changing from slow walking to fast walking, and quickly elevated to jogging!

Until I met those panicked Indian soldiers!

At this time, Gulag found that the dense crowds of people around him scattered, and everyone launched a massacre of deserters under the orders of the officers!

After the steps of massacre of deserters - attacking the Greek Wehrmacht line - being defeated by the Greek Wehrmacht - fleeing to their position, the physical strength has long been approaching the limit. Almost all Indian deserters were forced to discard their weapons, otherwise they would not be able to run at all!

With a puff, Gulag felt a warm liquid splashing on his side and instinctively turned his head to look.

A fellow villager was stepping on the body of an Indian deserter and pulling out his spear. He smiled at Gulag who was looking at him, "Don't worry, these people are not our fellow racers, and I can't understand what they say."

Gulag wanted to refute this time: He couldn't understand what the British instructor said!

But after thinking about it, Gulag did not spit out the words in his mouth.

Before leaving, Gulag's eyes swept around the face of the dead body and found that the other party was several years younger than him!

"I can't be a member of them. I must defeat the Greeks on the other side, otherwise I will be killed by friendly troops from other states behind me like them!"

Gulag quickly turned his head and looked at the neatly arranged sixth battle lines behind him, and his heart couldn't help but tremble for a few times.

Then, Gulag looked ahead again, with murderous colleagues everywhere, and deserters who were like lambs to be slaughtered and did not know how to resist!

The magnifying fear made Gulag urgently want to find some ways to vent and divert his attention. Obviously, killing is the best way to vent at this time.

Gulag raised his machete and suddenly accelerated and rushed over. He grabbed the deserter in front who was obviously insufficient physical strength and was not as fast as him and was walking faster. He erected his neck and pulled the other party to the ground with a light pull.

Then, Gulag instinctively raised his sword with both hands.

After seeing this scene, the Indian deserter on the ground suddenly shouted: "Don't kill me, I'm from the same country as you!"

After being familiar with his hometown, Gulag made a pause, and the other party spoke the same language as he did!

When the Indian deserter lying on the ground saw Gulag gradually put down the big knife he raised, his expression suddenly became ferocious. He pushed down Gulag, who was caught off guard, sat on the other party and grabbed Gulag's neck.

The eyes of both eyes began to be congested and red at a speed visible to the naked eye!

"I'm dead, you don't want to live!!!"

Gulag, who was strangled to his neck, instinctively let go of his big knife and grabbed the other party's hands, but the suffocation made Gulag's whole body pass away quickly, and Gulag felt that his consciousness began to become blurred...

‘I don’t want to die!

I don't want to die!!

I don't want to die!!!'

Gulag's heart kept crying, as if praying for the gods to give him a chance to be reborn. At this time, Gulag's heart was filled with endless regret.

He shouldn't have put down the knife!

A hot stream sprayed on Gulag's cheeks, and Gulag's blurred eyes became clear again, with only a layer of blood-colored film.

The Indian deserter sitting on him and strangled his neck was now penetrated with a spearhead horizontally, and blood was constantly spraying out of his mouth and neck.

Gudu ~

Gulag felt his neck loose, and the Indian deserter fell to the side.

Only then did Gulag see clearly the face of his savior.

"Gulag, you owe me a life."

Gulag smiled, grabbed the other party's right hand that reached out and stood up.

Soon, Gulag picked up his weapon and embarked on the journey again.

They were not running all the time. After all, there was a stop to kill people. After killing people, many Indian soldiers also needed to take a breath.

However, at this time, the Indian minion army had completely lost its overall battle line, and troops of ten thousand people were scattered on the battlefield like beans sprinkled.

At this time, the British officers riding horses no longer commanded them. They all gathered in areas close to the two wings, gathered together, ready to evacuate to a safe position anytime and anywhere.

The command power was all delegated to the grassroots Indian officers. It was the shouts of these Indian officers that made these Indian soldiers who were so angry that they did not completely confuse them.

Gulag followed his officers and rushed towards the Greek Wehrmacht line opposite.

Although the Greek Wehrmacht line on the opposite side looked terrible, and people blocked all the roads next to him, he was surrounded by chargeable friendly troops. At first glance, it looked huge and seemed quite good.

The most important thing is that there are also dense military commanders behind them. Isn’t it a pity to escape at this time?

The deserters who were slaughtered before have proved that the result is the same whether they are in front or behind, and they will be killed as long as they fail!

"kill!!!"

Bang bang bang bang...

Gulag saw a piece of white smoke suddenly appearing on the opposite side, and a large number of people fell down in front of him, and his vision in front suddenly became much wider.

However, because the Indian vassal army was too scattered, the casualties were actually not as large as the dense formation when queuing up and shooting.

Gulag paused, and he was afraid, but suddenly saw the body of an Indian deserter who died tragically next to him (actually not a deserter, but an Indian soldier on the front line who was killed during the attack, but Gulag also mistakenly thought it was a deserter when he saw his clothes).

After seeing this corpse, Gulag took another step, and death forced him to move forward again!

"kill!!!"

Puff puff puff...

Gulag saw that the soldiers in front were instantly stabbed by dozens of bayonets, and his calves couldn't help but tremble, but his inertia still made him rush up without any slowdown, raised his big blade, and took advantage of the Greek soldier opposite that he did not withdraw the bayonet and chopped down hard at the other party's head!

In theory, the best slash target for a large knife of average quality is the enemy's fragile throat.

It’s a pity that the reason why theory is theory is because it is too difficult to practice!

Gulag is not a veteran who has experienced many battles. This is his first time to set foot on the battlefield. What the instructor said during training, how many words can he remember at this time?

The big and round head looks like a key part, so it is naturally the first choice!

After all, street gangsters know to greet them first when they fight...

The next moment, Gulag found that he could not cut down any more!

The human skull is quite hard!

However, the Greek soldier who was struck in the head basically lost his combat effectiveness...

Not everyone can continue fighting with pain when they make a hole in their heads!

Those are not ordinary ruthless people...

After Gulag found that he could not pull out his knife for a while, he had already glanced at the Greek soldiers around him pulling his bayonet away. At the critical moment of life and death, Gulag's keen body reacted to save his life.

Gulag relaxed his hands, and his body shrank away from the bayonet handed over from both sides. A donkey rolled on his way to pick up a spear from the ground.

The British were very stingy about the firearm training of the Indian Servant Army (the live ammunition training is all money), but they attached great importance to the cold weapon training of the Indian Servant Army.

It is probably to deal with today's scene. Compared with the installation of muskets, the cost of the big sword and spear is really not worth mentioning.

After all, the big swords and spears given by the British are all products on the assembly line, and they use the cheapest raw materials!

Cheap weapons and equipment are equipped with cheap Indian untouchables, which are the perfect cannon fodder in the eyes of the London government.

The cost of war can be minimized.

The London government does not have to pay even a penny for casualties in Indian untouchables!

No, the London government doesn't even have to give urns to their families, and it's a kindness to send a notice.

In fact, many of these Indian untouchables were pulled to British military camps through intermediaries.

In the Far Eastern Empire, this group of people was called compradors.

Indian untouchables were attracted by food and clothing, and they didn't even have a house fee!
To be continued...