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Later, this futile struggle aroused the dissatisfaction of the Indian government, so he was suddenly mobilized. The commander of the Fourth Army was considered incompetent and an obstacle to the government's command system, and was silently moved out. The candidate to replace the commander made Major General Prasha feel an inexplicable chill.

The cold wind blowing from the towering Himalayas made the major general wrap their tweed coat tightly. Although it was still late summer and early autumn in October, it was enough to make people tremble. After wrapping the coat tightly, the major general felt a little warmer, but the chill in his heart became even heavier. The major general suddenly thought of the system of the Chinese army opposite, and envied from the bottom of his heart.

I heard that the army there is controlled by the emperor alone, and it will never issue any orders before the war. The generals or marshals on the front line will decide the way and strength of the attack. If a certain period of the battle fails, they will not change their generals at the last minute. Instead, they will resolutely wait until the war is over and make an evaluation. As long as it is not a big defeat, they will not be subject to military trial. It seems that no one has seen a big defeat in the Chinese for so many years.

Perhaps, it is this system that makes us unable to defeat strong enemies. If our governor is like the Chinese emperor, the major general's heart suddenly jumps tight, and a sense of guilt arises. He runs out of his camp with some anger, but the lack of oxygen-glycerol caused by intense exercise forced him to slow down and walk quickly without freedom.

Near the camp, there was a towering prayer banner with inexplicable patterns of wild beasts. Behind the banner were two ascetic monks. One had a haggard face, his whole body was skinny and bone-skinned. His eyes were closed. The other was tall and strong and determined. The two had no body and had lost a few pieces of food in the bowl in front of him.

In this era of material desires, it was very rare to be ascetic in such a place. The major general was also a devout Hindus. He walked over and gave a tribute. However, it was more of a natural intuition. A ascetic monk who appeared near the military camp was too abrupt.

"Dear two masters, I don't know that you came from that treasure mountain and were preparing to attain enlightenment in that treasure mountain. Seeing the two great masters, I feel polite here." After the major general gave a deep gift, the two monks did not speak, and replied the same bow. The major general was a little disappointed. These two people obviously practiced hard work such as meditation and would not speak easily.

"Master, this is the disciple's intention. Please accept it." But I couldn't find anything to give it to him, so I could only hand over my medal to these two ascetic monks.

"We have received your feelings, but the monks do not accept foreign objects. Please forgive me," the tall ascetic monk unexpectedly rejected the general's kindness, and immediately dispelled the general's doubts with a slightly side Zepbon accent. This man might have come from his hometown.

"Being rude, where is the master from?"

"The believer is joking. I am in the world of Punjab Hadro tribe, and I have been teaching my teacher to see the great way. I have been practicing under the two trees of Kaluo for more than ten years. Recently, my master felt that the murderous aura in the northeast was soaring, and came to save this great disaster."

"Hadro clan!" Major General Di was shocked. The Hadro clan is one of the three major Brahmins in India. It has been passed down for three thousand years in Indian history. It has emerged in many powerful people in the family and is the most powerful gentry in India. However, because this gentry is mysterious, it has never been known to the outside world. However, as a member of the Sardili clan, the major general knows the strength of this gentry. He does not believe that the doubts in the middle of the world have disappeared, but this time he said it a little pious.

"Does the master know how to resolve the war here?"

"Believe, you are obsessed with faces." The one who said this was the ascetic monk with a haggard body. At this moment, he opened his eyes and looked like lightning. The major general felt a trance, as if he was punched in front of him, and his whole body was covered in cold sweat. He knelt in front of the monk and listened to the teachings. At this time, there were more people around the major general, and suddenly someone shouted: "Master Baozhu! It's Master Baozhu!"

Everyone who heard this immediately lay down on the ground, with their palms and soles facing the sky at the same time, expressing the highest worship to the master, and the major general was no exception. Who was Master Baozhu? He preached three times when he was young, and no one could refute it. Later, because Britain issued bullets to spit out lard, the Indian uprising led to the great uprising. Later, the uprising failed, Master Baozhu went to the British Army alone. After three days, the British army announced that he would no longer hold the rebels accountable.

After that, Master Baozhu disappeared. However, in the Indian famine decades later, Master Baozhu miraculously received tens of thousands of tons of food in his tomb, saving millions of lives. He appeared several times since then, and made countless merits. Unexpectedly, he appeared here again today, and the major general was deeply shocked.

"I will be knocked into the Abyssin Hell because of my disrespect to Master Baozhu." The major general put his hands together and apologized to the master, but did not dare to get up.

"Believe, get up quickly, I have something important to tell you!" Master Baozhu gently brushed his palm on the major general's forehead, and the believers next to him made a sound of envy, and they all praised each other. However, a very disharmonious voice broke the beautiful artistic conception.

"Major General Prasha, how could you do this kind of thing here? You must know that when fighting a war, this blessing will not make you safe. He cannot lower the bullets. And your posture cannot guarantee that you will run faster." The person who spoke was Lieutenant General Kaul, the commander of the Fourth Army. He should have come yesterday, but for some reason, he did not come, but suddenly appeared here the next day, behind him was the very uneasy major staff officer of the 7th Brigade.

Later, the major general learned that Lieutenant General Kaul flew directly to Mumpo, where he ordered the transfer of the Seventh Schön Krön River. His orders were directly issued to the Major Staff of the Seventh Brigade. This bad behavior of over-level assignment was only the beginning of countless over-level events, which seriously affected the period and reaction of the front-line Indian army, which to some extent was worse than changing generals in the last battle.

However, at this time, the Major General did not know about these things, so although he hated the words in the Lieutenant General's house, he still bowed like Master Baozhu, then turned his head to Lieutenant General Kaul and said, "Lieutenant General, please come here, this person is..."

"I know, is it just a lie ascetic? I have seen many of these people. How come you are such an idiot?" The hypocritical mask of an ascetic can ridicule the major general and get a unique pleasure. This so-called heroic major general is always unique. He squeezed in...

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