Chapter 203:

Chapter 203:

Chapter 203

Damn it, this sucks.

The Indonesian intervention was not only a burden for the Netherlands.

Rather, it had caused a backlash in other places.

Long live Indian independence! Get out of India!

Get out! Get out!

Mahatma Gandhi had collapsed and lost consciousness during his hunger strike.

He was transferred to a hospital in an unknown location. When this news spread among the Indians, various protests and rebellions erupted like wildfire across the country.

Is this it? Is this the place?

Yeah, they said so. Lets go!

Aaaaaah!! Give us Gandhi, you bastards!!!

The hospital door was torn off with a loud noise.

Hundreds of angry protesters armed with sickles, iron bars, and torches stormed into the hospital. Outside, ten times as many people were holding torches and making a commotion.

The medical staff were terrified and did not know what to do.

Where is he? Where is Gandhi, you dogs!

He he was never here!

Dont lie! We heard everything!

The man who looked like the leader of the protesters, wearing shabby clothes, grabbed the doctors collar and shouted.

They could not produce Gandhi, who was not there. The hospital director was at his wits end.

I I respect Gandhi too! If he was here, I would have gladly let him go! But he never came this way! Maybe maybe he went to the Royal Victoria Hospital Anyway, its all the fault of those British bastards!

Is that so? Well, lets go! There!

The mob of protesters attacked the famous and large hospitals in India.

Of course, most of them were built by the British for the British in India, so the patients had to shiver as they saw hundreds of thugs ransacking the hospital, looking for Gandhi.

And the hospitals did not sit still.

[What the hell did you spread that made those mobs flock to the hospital! Damn it, I did everything for you, the police chief!]

Oh, I dont know what to say. Im really sorry, director. Well go right away

[Forget it, Im going to contact my mothers cousins uncles high school classmate in the homeland. Hes a very high-ranking officer in the army]

Im sorry, Im sorry

The local police chief had to beg and hold the phone as if his life depended on it.

Most of the people who came to India and ran hospitals were the children of the upper middle class who had one or two connections with the British ruling class. So they could nag the chiefs.

But the chiefs were no different.

Hey! What did you do to leave the thugs like that! Do you know how humiliated I was?

Im sorry Im sorry

They said the same thing as they twisted the joints of their subordinates.

Im really sorry. But we dont have enough troops, sir

Ha Damn it! What are you doing with your guns? The thugs are running wild and causing trouble, attacking people. Why do you think we gave you guns?

The field workers had to make their own decisions in the midst of all the scolding.

What if they fired? Then the situation would get out of control.

Gandhi, Gandhis non-violence resistance was the reason why the protesters still did not raise their guns and swords against the British. But what if Gandhi was unconscious and they saw the blood of the Indians?

The two Indian policemen who had their guns taken away and were dragged to the detention center for no reason were also one of those cases.

We did nothing wrong!

Thats right! We are innocent!

What? Go!

The colleagues who had been shoulder to shoulder with them and pointed their guns at the protesters changed their direction of the barrels and shivered. The two Indian policemen were confused and backed away a few steps.

Indians cannot be trusted.

There were pro-French in the police. There were sympathizers with the protesters. The superiors had come to this conclusion a long time ago.

Someone was leaking information to the protesters and sabotaging the police. Even the homeland intelligence agency had made this judgment.

In this critical situation, the inspector thought it would be more dangerous to be with the untrustworthy ones and ordered them to confiscate their weapons.

Then we will die too!

Thats right! Everyone knows that we are policemen

But the Indian policemen felt wronged.

Not a few Indians were loyal to Britain in their hearts. Under British rule, even the low-caste people could rise socially, and the Brahmins and nobles who had been troublesome had to bow to the authority of Britain behind them.

But what if the British abandoned them now? They would turn their resentment into more intense hatred because of what had happened. Just by losing their ties with Britain, some of the radical upper castes might try to retaliate.

Go, I said! Drop your weapons!

Without this, we are really dead! Inspector! Arent we the same police?

The same?

The British inspector frowned and burst into laughter when they appealed.

The same? Did I say that you and we are the same police?

How can you and we be the same! You bastards, youve been thinking that way and messing around among yourselves and made us this way! You barbaric natives, you have no eyes when you have power behind you Give it up!

Yes!

As the situation worsened, they obeyed the order and closed in on their former colleagues. The Indian policemen clenched their teeth.

Are you really going to do this?

Should I do it fake? For now, you are dismissed for disobeying orders! Dismissed! Drop your

Bang!

A gunshot rang out.

The inspector could not finish his sentence and looked at his chest that was turning red with shock.

The Indian, Arjun, who held the gun with smoke rising from the barrel, seemed to be shocked by what he had done.

He could not say anything either, and dozens of bullets hit him and his colleague who was about to say something.

An Indian killed a British policeman!

Bang! Rat-a-tat! Bang! Bang bang! The police were shocked by the unexpected situation and fired wildly without sparing their scarce bullets.

Why

The other one, Raju, who had intended to drop his weapon, muttered as he was covered in blood, but he stopped thinking when a bullet shattered his skull.

Gunshots! Gunshots!

Where? Who?!

Over there, over there!

The incident did not end there. The crowd that had been excited for a while was startled by the gunshots and ignited their anger again.

They had already lost a young man because of the polices alleged accidental discharge. And while they were marching with his body, the police shot again.

The British police, who had not thought of provoking the protesters and were out of their minds by the unexpected situation, were terrified.

Were really fucked.