November 3, 1942.

Imphal, Manipur, India.

Manipur is located in northeastern India, with 22,000 square kilometers of land and a total population of 1.39 million, mainly of the Meytai ethnic group. It borders Sagaing Region of Myanmar to the east, Assam to the west, Mizoram to the south, and Nagaland to the north.

Manipur was an independent city-state for over two thousand years, and once established the Kingdom of Manipur, boasting a rich history and cultural background.

However, in modern history, Manipur, like India, became a colony of the British Empire.

This place was once a symbol of beauty and prosperity, revered as a paradise by countries around the world. But now it has long since fallen into the hands of slaves in India.

In Imphal, Manipur, a force of over a hundred soldiers is directing a group of Mete people as they move goods.

Their leader was named Felipe Rodriguez, a man in his forties, with a strong build and a tall, imposing appearance.

“Be careful, all of you! Don’t damage these goods!” Felipe Rodriguez shouted. “Move them away quickly!”

He had barely finished speaking when several panicked cries for help suddenly rang out from the side: "Ah!—"

Everyone turned to look and saw a cargo box full of grenades.

Felipe Rodriguez was a little confused.

He clearly remembered that the box was full of gold and silver items, so how could such a terrible thing have appeared?

Could it be... that these guys want to rebel?

Felipe Rodriguez quickly grabbed his weapon and ran over to check the situation.

He rushed to the box, opened the lid, and took a closer look. He immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank goodness, it didn't explode!" he muttered to himself.

However, at that moment, the bottom of the box suddenly exploded.

Boom—

Flames shot into the sky, and the box was instantly reduced to ruins.

Felipe Rodriguez was caught off guard and was blown to pieces.

He died with his eyes wide open, unable to close them in peace.

The dozen or so British soldiers and dozens of Mehtay people nearby also suffered collateral damage, being hit by flying iron filings and falling to the ground, groaning in pain.

"These Meitai people are plotting a rebellion! Kill them all!!!"

An officer roared, then raised his gun and pulled the trigger, shooting at one of the neatly dressed men standing at the front.

Bang bang bang...

The Mei Tai people fell one after another into pools of blood. Two or three of them had their necks broken, and bright red blood gushed out from their necks.

The remaining Meitai people panicked upon seeing this and turned to flee.

Seeing the British soldiers atrocities against their own people, these Meite people finally couldn't bear it any longer and decided to resist.

However, how could these Meite people possibly stand against a well-equipped and well-trained army? Despite their valiant resistance, they were still slaughtered in droves.

The battle lasted for about 10 minutes, after which the town fell completely silent, with no survivors.

Similar incidents are occurring in towns and cities in Manipur, Assam, Mizoram, and Nagaland, where the Mete people are concentrated.

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Late on November 3, a force of more than 30,000 armed men from the Mai Thai ethnic group secretly entered Myanmar from Sagaing Region.

At this moment, on the border, Shen He and Abdul Qadir, the leader of the Meitei armed forces, are discussing the next steps in their operations.

"Duller, once we enter India, your mission will be quite demanding."

Shen He spoke very politely to the leader of the Meitai people, namely Dule Kadir, after all, this man was a general whom he had been cultivating.

From the day he became the commander-in-chief of the Lao National League Army, he had been planning to advance into India. However, at that time, Laos had not yet occupied Myanmar, so this mission could not be completed for the time being.

Later, when Laos occupied Myanmar, this secret plan was put on the agenda, and his primary target was the Mehtai people.

Because these people from the Mehtai region live close to Laos and harbor strong resentment towards British colonialism, they would be very willing to participate if given sufficient weapons and equipment.

To better integrate them into the Lao National League for Democracy (NLD), Shen He had previously arranged for 60,000 people from Mai Thai to join the NLD army. They not only participated in the war against Japan, but also fought bravely and made many contributions in the war against Japan, receiving national commendation and awards. They were truly brave and fearless!

Loyalty is another matter entirely.

Duller Qadir nodded: "Commander-in-Chief, please rest assured, I will follow the plan to establish the resistance organization 'People's Army of India' in the Mete people's settlements, and actively contact our compatriots from other ethnic groups in India, striving to spread the anti-Japanese movement as quickly as possible."

Shen He smiled with satisfaction: "I trust you to handle things. During the Battle of Mihara, you led a division to hold off two Japanese divisions for three days and three nights. That's something that could be written into a textbook."

"Commander-in-Chief, you think too highly of me. It was only through everyone's concerted efforts that we were able to achieve this."

Hearing the praise, Dulles Kadir blushed slightly: "Commander-in-Chief, as you know, our Mete people have a shallow cultural foundation, so..."

"So please rest assured, as a member of the NLD, I will unconditionally obey the organization's orders, and I will do my utmost to promote the rapid development and growth of the Indian People's Army!"

Upon hearing Dulles Kadir's assurance, Shen He saluted and patted him on the shoulder: "I hope to see you personally commanding a million-strong army in a few years. You are my pride."

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