I became Stalin chapter 215

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Taking advantage of the chaos in the British homeland and the escape of garrison troops to Indonesia, armed groups rose up in various parts of India.

“Long live the independence of India! Get out of India!”

“Go away England!”

The largest of these were the uprisings led by Hindus, Hindus, and Hindus, who dominate India.

Politically, the National Congress of India, and ideologically represented by Nehru and Gandhi, were most prevalent in mainland India. With a population of over 300 million, Britain had to face the biggest challenge in suppressing the Hindu uprising.

Thus, the British decided to mobilize “traditional means”.

“Allah is great! Allahu Akbar!”

“Give Muslims space for Muslims!”

Divide and rule. Divide and rule!

The Indian subcontinent was a vast land, in which not only Hindus but also ethnic minorities with numerous religions were widely inhabited.

The most outnumbered Muslims were from Pakistan and Bengal (now Bangladesh).

The Hindu-centered National Congress of India rejected the “Partition of India” proposal. India must be independent as a nation-state! That was the argument of the National Assembly.

Muslims were reluctant to make such a claim. They interpreted the argument of the National Assembly as such that the Hindus would take all the initiative and control the vast sub-continent as they please. Also, the behavior of some extreme Hindu nationalists gave room for such interpretation.

Some Islamic leaders did not trust Britain. But the British persuaded the Muslims in every way.

“Those Hindu extremists are targeting England now, but then they will target you heretics! It’s also violent against those with powers like us, so what about you guys?”

“Believe us. At least, it would be a disaster for Muslims for the Indian National Congress to carry out the independence plan as it is!”

“Uh… .”

And radical Islamists, needless to say, were hostile to the Hindus.

According to the doctrine of Islam, Christians were the only compromiseable subjects of monotheism. However, the polytheistic Hindus, who believed in all kinds of omnipotence as gods, were nothing more than barbarians who could neither understand nor negotiate.

“The Hindi are coming to kill us! You have to hit it first!”

“Wow! Allahu Akbar!”

“We have to protect our area and our homes from those ignorant Muslims!”

The village where Hindus and Muslims coexisted and lived peacefully is now starting to burn. The two religions started shooting at each other because of an attack that we don’t know who started it.

India’s chronic disease, caste problem intervened here.

“Dirty Untouchable bastards, bastard bastards who sold India by eating with British bastards! Let’s sweep the garbage out of this land!”

“The Brahmins who still think they are our masters will return to their gods with a single bullet. If they attack, we retaliate! Wow!”

Conflict continued to escalate. British and Indian independenceists, Hindus and Muslims, or religious minorities. And people with different interests by region, ideology, and caste did not hesitate to pull guns to each other’s heads, who were once neighbors.

“Our allies can be roughly divided into three categories.”

The Indian Colonial Garrison Headquarters was holding a strategic meeting to clear up this chaos and finally subdue the rebellion.

“First and foremost, the most significant and powerful are the Muslims, who make up the majority here, in Punjab in the northwest and in East Bengal.”

Muslims never trusted the Hindu independence movement.

Mahatma Gandhi advocated reconciliation with Islam. However, the extremists of both Hindus and Muslims did not stop growling at each other despite Gandhi’s words.

It was good to say that there is no one who can reconcile the two groups now that Gandhi collapsed after a long fast and was unable to greet him. Britain continued to fuel the conflict.

* * *

“Currently, our agents continue to promote the conflict. But we don’t know where this conflict will spark.”

“Is that important? If we can’t have it anyway… .”

“… .”

The commander stared at the map with a cold expression.

If the ignorant barbarians refuse to rule the British Empire, they will pay the price. You gave the light of civilization and enlightenment by providing railroads and education, but what a rebellion!

Those natives never had the ability to run the country autonomously. They will probably die fighting for each tribe and religion. The commander mumbled so.

Of course, it was the result of those who cooperated with the UK fomenting the conflict by publishing radical fake articles, spreading rumors, or directly causing conflicts. Anyway, it didn’t matter that much to the commander. Only the glory of the British Empire mattered.

“What next?”

“Yes, and there are nobles in this Rajasthan region. They felt that the National Assembly would not guarantee their interests, and they declared that they would cooperate with our British government in guaranteeing the freedom of property.”

“okay. very good.”

“The last one is the Untouchables class. They hate the caste mindset of the Hindu nationalists and have expressed their willingness to cooperate with our ‘lesser evil’ Britain.”

In fact, the National Assembly was at a crossroads.

Gandhi himself was a devout Hindu guru, and even though Nehru received a British education and was baptized with left-wing ideas, he had no power to change the thinking of all Indians.

Thus, the Hindu extremists could not be thrown away, and when they embraced it, both Muslims and Untouchables were fed up.

In fact, most of the leaders of the National Assembly were imprisoned, so it is natural for the headless bodies to divide and destroy each other.

The commander smiled contentedly.

“After a century or so, wouldn’t it be okay to let it bloom a little? I don’t know where the grace is… .”

* * *

The British ignored the Indians as barbarians.

However, these savages were not actually without intelligence, so modern weapons could be used any number of times if they learned how to operate them.

Of course, things that require a lot of advanced technology, parts, fuel, etc., such as tanks and aircraft, were difficult for guerrillas scattered in the provinces to operate.

However, when very easy and simple items were supplied in large quantities, the battle situation began to deviate from the direction the British army had envisioned.

“Woah ho ho! Goes!”

pop! The noise wasn’t great, but the result wasn’t small either.

The rocket gun flew off with a hissing propulsion sound, and was locked in the British military garrison and exploded. The warhead penetrated the poorly built concrete wall and exploded inside, scattering debris.

“Ahhhhhh!”

“Sal, save me!”

The scorched British troops poured out of the garrison and fired at the place where the rockets had flew, but the guerrillas had long since disappeared with a giggle.

Even if they don’t bring batteries weighing several tons, self-proclaimed ‘guerrillas’ and other ‘rebels’ can now pour firepower comparable to that of artillery. Of course, compared to a cannon with a range of several thousand meters, the effective range was quite short, but that was not a problem.

“Damn, you fucking jungle!”

In forested areas, visibility was so poor that it was impossible to obtain even tens of meters, not hundreds. The garrison, which had just been ambushed, also had thick bushes down to its backyard, so the British could not properly pursue the rebels.

Angry soldiers just fired their guns at the ground, the ground, if they got hit, but only the pitiful birds flapped and flew away.

“Hey, we’re going to chase!”

“Yes? over there?”

“okay! There must be no trace of anything!”

A seriously high-motivated young officer pulled out his sword and shouted a charge forward.

“Why don’t we try something to find at least traces of it! Go!”

He wasn’t wrong at all, so the soldiers followed the officer, skeptical. As we proceeded through the bushes and cutting the vines, there were traces of people passing by.

“Here are the signs! Follow us here and we can catch that damn rebel cub and hang him! Go!”

As guerrillas were human, they could not move without leaving a trace. The fledgling officer was in a good mood, pulled out his sword and swung it in the sky.

He looked back and shouted to the soldiers, and as soon as he took a couple of steps forward, he would never be able to say that again.

“Ahhhhhhh!”

pop! Dust rose from the floor and there was an explosion. The officer, who had shouted a charge confidently, rolled on the floor and let out a tearful scream.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

His right leg had disappeared to below the knee. Some young soldiers rushed to him, screaming horribly as he rolled over the ground mixed with dirt and blood.

“Lieutenant!”

“Huh? Hey! go u… .”

bang! Whoops! A soldier leaned forward to see if something had caught him. And that was the last appearance of the soldiers and the young officer.

Huge explosions occurred on both sides, and a storm of steel shards struck five people.

“Uh… uh… .”

“Alas… .”

Going out to catch a guerrilla without wearing a body armor or helmet was a very bad choice. A storm of fragments tore apart, leaving only unidentifiable blood clots in the place where it had passed.

As the five colleagues evaporated in an instant, the inexperienced recruits sat on the floor and urinated.

It was no different for soldiers with quite a bit of experience. The Indian garrison had never experienced a bloody battlefield, so in the current situation, everyone was just babbling in panic.

“Ha ha ha ha ha! Ha ha ha ha ha! Ha ha ha ha ha!”

“Hey, what am I!”

“Ahhhhh!”

A laughter, presumed to be a guerrilla, was heard from far away. It was such a creepy laugh that even a senior sergeant who had served in the Indian garrison for over 10 years was scared.

One of the recruits screamed through his damp pants and ran, but no one could stop him. The boss, who had become the best in an instant, clenched his teeth and raised his finger in the direction of the sound.

“Hey, I think there’s someone over there… .”

“What should I do… .”

Normally, the boss would have shouted swear words like a frightened dog, but now he was too scared to say anything.

“end… Shall we go?”

“… .”

I didn’t want to go at all, but I had to go anyway. Five people were killed, but they could not return without results. At the very least, I had to watch the guerrilla tails and shoot them.

Thus, one man fled, five died, and the platoon of twenty-one marched forward through the thick forest, traversing a road that might have been buried in a mine.

“Ha ha ha ha ha! Ha ha ha ha ha! Ha ha ha ha ha!”

“Oh, fuck! That creepy… .”

Tata Tata! Tata Tata! The machine gunner raised the machine gun and fired in the direction the sound of laughter was heard. But the laughter continued to sound the same.

“Hey, isn’t that a ghost?”

“That… That’s right! Retreat now… .”

“… .”

The boss bit his lip as if he was too scared, and wielded a jungle sword to pave the way. I think the damn guerrilla bastard is holding on knowing we can’t go, but if he can bring that dog-like bastard, he’ll bring him back and put him in a hangover basin.

“… Fuck!”

But there was no such thing as a “fucking guerrilla bastard”.

A crude radio was placed in the vacant lot where the sound of laughter was heard. The radio kept playing the same creepy laughter.

The boss, who was pouring out double lust, was still unable to control his anger, so he kicked a small radio on the floor.

The radio didn’t fly away, it flew like it was hanging on something, and then it crashed down.

“uh?”

Seeing the wire connected to the radio, the boss once again had goosebumps on his back.

bang! And the three men who had come before him followed the five who had gone before him.

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