1890 King of Southeast Asia

The Indian subcontinent, a magical and fertile land.

Even though it has the second largest population in the world and is being sucked dry by the British, this land can still keep the poor well-fed.

India has excellent natural conditions. The Ganges Plain in the southeast of the east has sufficient water and heat conditions and fertile land, and the Deccan Plateau in the northwest is suitable for wheat growth.

A mere two million square kilometers of land feeds a total population that is almost the same as that of the Qing Empire, which has more than one thousand square kilometers of land.

The rich life makes it easy for humans here to get food, which has also cultivated the unique character of Indians - move when poked.

"Mike, how is it?" Jimny knocked on the iron armor and shouted to the side of the road.

Mike stood on the side of the road, holding the tree with one hand, his face pale, and a large pile of things left on the ground.

"I'm fine, sir, just a little sick, this car is too bumpy." Mike said stubbornly.

Jimny sighed, said nothing more, and sat down.

His vehicle is a huge vehicle, the forerunner of armored vehicles - the improved version of the Sims armored vehicle, which is also the predecessor of the Vickers armored vehicle.

The first generation of the Sims armored vehicle was made by a German who moved to London in the 1890s. It has powerful firepower and is equipped with three to four Maxim heavy machine guns.

The overall shape is shuttle-shaped, with 4 crew members, no top, and the armored layout wrapped around it looks good in that era.

However, because there is no suitable power, this car is actually a four-person drive bicycle...

In 1899, Vickers received an order from the Royal Navy to build an armored vehicle. The overall shape is similar to that of the Sims armored vehicle, which is basically an improved model of the Sims armored vehicle.

Originally, this armored vehicle should use a 3-liter 16-horsepower Daimler engine with a maximum speed of 5 kilometers per hour.

However, in this era, Nanhua was unique in terms of engine power, so Vickers chose to use a 5-liter 25-horsepower BMW gasoline engine with a maximum highway speed of 20 kilometers per hour.

After getting this new toy, the navy lost interest after playing with it for a while, and it was idle for many years until Winston remembered it and sent it to India.

Unfortunately, the armored vehicle encountered a big problem as soon as it arrived in India - the roads in India are not the same as those in Europe, causing Jimny and his team to move at a snail's pace.

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What made Jimny even more sad was that there were four people in a car, and three of them had been carsick since leaving Mumbai.

"Sir, if this goes on, we won't be able to reach New Jili State by next month, and we don't have much fuel left. This damn broken road, we prepared fuel for 300 miles, and we have used up half of it, and we haven't even completed the 100 miles." Petty Officer Lockhart described their current predicament.

"How far is it from the next town?" Jimny did not stand up, but answered while sitting in the car.

"Six miles, if nothing goes wrong along the way, we will arrive before night." Lockhart took out the map and gestured.

"Is there any news of resistance organizations?" Jimny thought for a while and asked.

"No, sir, according to the information, it is a very small town. There is nothing valuable except some food and cotton. It is estimated that there are only one or two thousand people in the whole town." Mike is stationed in India and has been to that town.

"Has there been no resistance? Disputes? Nothing?" Jimny stood up and stuck his head out of the car.

"No, there are Hindus everywhere. Except for laziness, everything else is fine." Mike answered honestly.

"Really? Think again, is there anyone dissatisfied with the rule of the British Empire? Dissatisfied with the officials of Her Majesty the Queen?" Jimny stared at Mike.

Mike felt something was wrong and looked around helplessly.

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"Maybe? Is there?" Mike looked at Jimny.

"Maybe? That means there is." Jimny looked at Mike.

"Yes, there are people who are dissatisfied with the rule of the British Empire." Mike said with a stiff upper lip.

"Oh! It's really sensational." Jimny looked at Mike with encouraging eyes.

"Yes! Those bastards complain that taxes are too high. God knows, the Queen's government has spent so much money to protect them, but they are like this for just a little tax, without any conscience." Mike said tentatively.

"Oh! Bastards. Are they resisting taxes? Those bastards." Jimny looked at Mike.

"Yes! They are still resisting taxes."

"Are there any factories? And they advocate boycotting British goods?"

"Factory? There is only a blacksmith shop and two blacksmiths..." Mike was stunned.

"Blacksmith shop, my God! They are making weapons, maybe matchlock guns." Jimny took a deep breath.

"Come on, gentlemen, six miles ahead, a group of mobs of bastards are resisting Her Majesty's government, resisting taxes, boycotting British goods, and stockpiling weapons to launch a rebellion. As Her Majesty's loyal soldiers, we will nip the threat in the bud, let's go!" Jimny shouted slogans.

Mike wanted to say something, but was stopped by Lockhart.

Get in the car, start it, and with the roar of the engine, the armored vehicle slowly drove towards the town.

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At six in the morning, the exhausted Jimny and his crew arrived at this unknown town.

Originally, we were supposed to arrive yesterday afternoon, but the car broke down on the way. Lockhart, a senior mechanical technical sergeant, repaired the car for a whole night before it was successfully restarted.

"Sir, do you need to rest for a while...? Only by staying energetic can we fight better." Lockhart looked at the town that was still dormant.

"No, Lockhart, check the condition of the vehicle. I don't want it to break down at a critical moment. We must verify the combat effectiveness of the armored vehicle in good condition." Jimny got out of the car and moved the car.

"Yes, sir." Lockhart saluted and took out the toolbox.

"Mike, come and help me, take the flashlight." Lockhart crawled under the car and shouted to Mike.

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"Okay, Lockhart."

"Pliers."

"Wrench."

"There is a copper pipe in the bag, give it to me."

Mike absent-mindedly took what Lockhart needed.

"Lockhart, what are we going to do?" Mike wanted to hear different answers from others in order to convince himself.

"Don't you know everything? Mike, our commander is going to change the target." Lockhart threw out a section of copper pipe.

"Use this town? But we are going to quell the rebellion. What can this town prove? The rebellion has not been resolved, and it cannot prove the performance of the armored vehicle." Mike kept shaking his head.

Mike is not a good person, but he is not a bad person either, as can be seen from his identity as a colonial soldier.

He has accepted bribes, oppressed the indigenous people, gambled, found women, and even forced the locals to give their daughters to him.

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But he is not a butcher. If he just made money or did bad things, he would be very excited, but this time they brought three Maxim machine guns, each with 5,000 rounds of ammunition.

This kind of firepower can already sweep across a princely state in India.

"You know everything, but you just don't want to believe it." Lockhart's voice did not fluctuate significantly.

"Why does Jimny do this? There is no point. We received the order to go to the front line and cooperate with the infantry to suppress the rebellion." Mike said in a panic.

"Why? Because we can't go to the front line." Lockhart climbed out from under the car.

"Whether it is the condition of this car or the remaining fuel, it can't support us to travel 200 miles. If we continue to move forward, we will only fall into an embarrassing situation where we can't move forward or backward." Lockhart wiped his oily hands.

"Since we can't complete the mission, why don't we go back?" Mike didn't understand.

"If we go back now, all the missions will fail, but Jimny's approach can still complete a mission." Lockhart looked at Mike indifferently.

"We have two tasks, supporting the front line and verifying the combat effectiveness of armored vehicles in actual combat, whether they have the ability to quell small-scale rebellions alone."

"The mission to support the front line has failed. If we return empty-handed, although we will not be punished, the only thing waiting for Jimny and us is an honorable retirement."

"In another two years, Jimny will be promoted to major. Do you know how much effort it takes for civilians to be promoted to mid-level officers? Do you know how much Jimny has paid for this? He will not give up, so I stopped your question."

"But there is no rebellion, how to verify it? Use these cowardly civilians?" Mike said weakly.

"Mike! This is an opportunity, not only for Jimny, but also for us." Lockhart frowned and said seriously.

"If we can prove the role of armored vehicles, they will definitely be taken seriously. Then, our first batch of operators may rise to prominence and become successful."

"You are just a colonial soldier now, but if armored vehicles are taken seriously, you may get an officer rank, even a second lieutenant rank. This is a turning point, a turning point for your family."

The status of officers is completely different from that of soldiers, not only in terms of personal treatment, but also in terms of convenience for retiring and entering politics.

In the small town where Mike's hometown is located, the political officer is a retired naval captain. The previous one is the political officer's uncle, a second lieutenant, and the previous one is the political officer's grandfather, a second lieutenant during the Napoleonic Wars.

Although political officers are not nobles, they also have great power in small places, especially when three generations of a family are political officers and have a huge network of relationships.

"Officer?" Mike is just an ordinary soldier, not very smart, not very hardworking, very ordinary, so ordinary that he will never be able to become an officer in his lifetime.

"I don't care whether you participate or not. If you want to stop this for your ridiculous conscience, you have to consider whether you can withstand Jimny's wrath."

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"Sir, the inspection is complete, no problem, you can go into battle."