Dominate South Asia

After years of development, India is still a backward country. Although the economy is developing well, the gap between rich and poor is even greater. In later generations, India's software industry is very powerful, but India's illiteracy rate is still very high in the world.

In this way, polarization will bring more problems. A simple solution is to seize the wealth of the rich!

In the past, I might not have had the courage, but now, the army doesn't seem so scary.

In a villa on the outskirts of Hyderabad.

"Nizam, what are you still hesitating about?" A bearded middle-aged man said to the old man sitting in front: "This place originally belonged to your family, but it was annexed by the Indians. We Sikhs, Everyone is willing to fight alongside you, but you don’t even have the courage to fight!”

The person who spoke was Bhindranwale, the leader of the Sikhs. His uprising failed, but his dream of establishing the Khalistan state has never been shattered!

After escaping from Pakistan, Bhindranwale has been hiding in various places. Finally, he brought his people here, met with the descendants of the nobles here, and found the person in front of him.

Mukarram Jah, the 8th Nizam of Hyderabad State, is now fifty years old, his beard has begun to turn white, and the original anger has long since worn off.

Now, although he knows the current situation, he has been undecided.

"The Indian army has long lost its combat effectiveness. The main armored forces have been wiped out by Pakistan. Now, the main force of the Indian army is the second-line troops. Those people can't even hold a gun. Moreover, we are on a plateau here. There are fires everywhere. There are many mountains. If they come to encircle and suppress them, we will take shelter in the mountains and destroy them like Afghanistan!" Bhindranwale said: "As Sikhs, we are willing to help you, but now, you seem to have no confidence."

"We have been out of arms for a long time. It is difficult to reorganize an army." Jah said.

"What's so hard about this?" Bhindranwale continued: "My men now have five hundred warriors. We have experienced many battles and are rich in experience. Moreover, our weapons are very advanced and the ammunition is sufficient. With us taking the lead, we can control Hyde." Rabah City, and then issue our statement. I believe that as long as we raise our arms, the surrounding princely states will respond, and many people from the original Hyderabad state will also respond to our call and take up arms to fight for the establishment of the country. Fight for our country!”

At this time, in Bhindranwale's mouth, the country here seemed to be his motherland.

"No. I'm already old." Jah said, "I don't want to fight anymore."

"Yes, you are already old." A person next to Jiahe said coldly.

Jah turned around and saw the person he trusted most, his half-brother, Salad, who was in his thirties.

Ali Khan had more than a hundred children in his life, and Salad was quite old. Just a year before Ali Khan's death, another son was born, but I don't know whether the hat on his head was white or green.

"Please pass on the position of Nizam to me, and I will inherit your last wish and fight to defeat the Indians and establish our independent kingdom." Salad said.

Last wish? Hearing this, Jia He was suddenly shocked.

Salad's hands. With an extra pistol, he pointed it at Jah's chest and calmly pulled the trigger: "Hyderabad needs to be independent. Our family needs to regain the power of the state. Jah, you are too old. Go to another country." world."

"Bang." There was a gunshot, and a bloody hole appeared on Jia He's chest.

Looking at Jah's trembling body, Bhindranwale said: "Congratulations, the ninth Nizam of Hyderabad."

"We can't wait any longer, we must fight. This is a good opportunity!" Salad said.

"I know that as long as you give the order, our people will rush to the front." Bhindranwale said: "However, I want to remind you again of our agreement."

"Know that when we gain independence and set aside an area in the north, the Sikhs will immigrate there and become the country of Khalistan," Salad said.

This is the agreement between the two of them. Today's meeting is just a show.

The two held hands together, but they were thinking about how to eat each other's skin and flesh after they broke away from the Indian central government.

If no one dared to think like this before, in order to suppress these princely states, India stationed an infantry division in each princely state.

But now, the continuous losses on the western front have forced the Indian central government to draw troops from other states to supplement the western defense line. Now, there is only one infantry company left in the state of Hyderabad. This number of people is simply not enough to suppress it. A rebellion.

Moreover, Bhindranwale's men have very advanced weapons, including automatic rifles, machine guns, and RPGs.

It was getting dark, and the streets in Hyderabad were all gloomy. Only the central street was lit by the faint light of street lamps.

More than a dozen cars were speeding down the street, their engines roaring and their lights illuminating the distance.

The people in the car all had murderous looks on their faces. They carried automatic rifles on their backs, bullet belts on their chests, and RPGs on their shoulders. All of them were powerful fighting machines.

There is also a machine gun on the top of the vehicle.

In front of them was the army barracks, which was empty, without even a sentry.

"Go in, kill them all, leave no one alive!" said the man standing at the back of the leading pickup truck, operating the heavy machine gun. He was Binderanwale.

Those natives were really cowards. They didn't dare to follow up to fight. The ones who rushed to the front line were still their own people! Binderanwale thought to himself while giving orders to the people behind him.

What's so scary about the first batch coming in? On the contrary, there are more benefits! He was already eager to kill and plunder.

The pickup truck knocked open the railing in front and rushed in directly.

The barracks in front had always been empty. When they arrived at the barracks in the back, someone just poked his head out of the barracks.

"Da da da." Binderanwale pressed the firing button, and the heavy machine gun smashed the barracks opposite into pieces, and screams kept coming from inside.

The soldiers of this company were not very alert. They had no combat mission here. However, Bhindranwale's raid did not play a big role. He only killed more than 30 soldiers.

The others went to various places to enjoy their nightlife. The superiors were not there. It was a good time to have fun!

The gunshots disturbed the people in the garrison. They hid in their homes, trembling and dared not come out. The last time there was a riot was forty years ago, right?

Coming out of the barracks, Bhindranwale shouted to the people behind him: "Act according to the original plan. Remember, we are liberators!"

According to the original plan!

Bhindranwale's car rushed to a jewelry store on the side of the road and opened the outer door with a machine gun. Then, the soldiers rushed in and put all the jewelry into their pockets.

A clerk wanted to stop it, but was shot and fell in a pool of blood.

What is the purpose of entering the city in advance? Now!

Plunder all the way!

Bhindranwale chose the most prosperous streets and robbed along the way. He remembered clearly where the rich lived.

When an RPG rocket blasted open the wall of the villa of the local tyrant, the soldiers under Bhindranwale swallowed their saliva silently when they saw the local tyrant's woman being fucked.

"Let me go!" A soldier finally couldn't help it and started to pull a woman, who screamed in fear.

Bhindranwale turned his head to the side. After getting tacit consent, the soldiers became more fearless. In front of these men, they stripped these women and took turns to vent on them.

Finally, in order to prevent retaliation, a burst of gunfire rang out, and everyone fell in a pool of blood. Then, light a fire and burn this place!

After venting, the next one!

Hundreds of Sikh rioters had enough fun this night. They were killed by the Indian central government and wandered in Pakistan. They were very uncomfortable all the way. Tonight, they finally got a thorough vent!

It was almost dawn when we arrived at the mayor's house. The mayor was a coward and didn't even have the courage to run away. Bhindranwale's men surrounded the place and were already bloodthirsty.

From top to bottom, everyone here was killed. Then, they confiscated valuable things and loaded them into the cars. Several cars were full.

When Sarad, who got the news, arrived with his men, Bhindranwale was moving things from the government warehouse, and the vaults of several banks were being violently blown up.

"Bhindranwale, what are you doing?" Sarad shouted to Bhindranwale. He originally planned to let the Sikhs rush in front so that he could control the place without bloodshed and sacrifice. If the Indian central government reacted, he could also distance himself from the matter and say that it was the Sikhs who did it.

Who knew that they entered the city, and the focus was not to help him seize power, but to rob! The whole city became a mess.

"Helping you seize Hyderabad." Bhindranwale said.

"You messed up the whole city!" said Sarad.

"We want to make this place completely chaotic!" Bhindranwale said: "Let all the poor people rush into the homes of the rich and take out their wealth. In this way, all the poor people can take up arms and fight against the central government with you. When they see wealth, they will work for you. Sarad, you are too naive. Do you think you can get others' support with your status? If you want others to support you, you must rely on faith and interests!" (To be continued ~^~)