These late-arriving Indians were obviously confused by the scene before them. The imagined scene of the train station being surrounded and the British being anxious and helpless did not appear.
On the contrary, a large number of Indians squatted on the ground with their hands clasped over their heads like quails, and there were only a dozen soldiers with weapons on guard around them, who completely controlled the team of several hundred people.
This made the Indian official who got off the train look pale. He strode towards the train station without hesitation, and started to yell:
"You damn idiots, why are you squatting here? Can anyone tell me what's going on? Is this still our own country?"
When the Indians squatting on the ground saw the newcomers, their expressions began to cheer up, their eyes began to radiate excitement, and some of them even began to restlessly want to stand up.
But the soldiers of the Whip of God didn't care who these Indians came from or what they wanted to do. Their orders were to control the situation on the scene, and if there was a situation where they could not suppress it, they could take decisive measures.
So, when this pot-bellied Indian official, along with a group of Indian soldiers, was about to swagger into their security zone, the machine gun post on guard fired a volley of bullets at the ground in front of the group without hesitation.
The Indian official, who was angry and had a big belly, was so frightened by the sudden machine gun fire that he started tap dancing. However, his fat body and uncoordinated dancing movements looked really funny.
The Indian soldiers following behind him immediately lay on the ground as if they were conditioned to do so, aiming their guns at the soldiers on guard. However, from the buttocks of these people sticking up high while lying on the ground, it was clear that these guys had received very limited training.
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However, the veteran soldiers of God's Whip were more vigilant than ever before towards these new recruits who obviously knew nothing. It was not that they were worried about their combat effectiveness, but rather that they were worried that these guys could not even control the weapons in their hands.
It would be too unfair to be injured by the weapons in their hands. Therefore, all the God's Whip mercenaries were very vigilant and got into their respective bunkers.
The courage that had just risen up among the Indians who had been controlled was quickly shattered by a volley of bullets, and they all squatted back on the ground obediently.
After the pot-bellied Indian official finished dancing to the rhythm of a machine gun, he touched his body in shock, and when he found that he was not injured, he let out a long breath, turned his head and looked behind him, and found that all the people who had followed him were now lying on the ground motionless, apparently having been frightened by the machine gun fire.
Although his legs were a little weak at this moment and he wanted to follow the example of the people behind him and lie on the ground and count the number of ants moving, his dignity as a commander still made him stay together and not fall down.
“I am the Chief of Police of Shahabad, India, my name is Stavan Bartley, please ask your chief to come out and talk to me.
This is our Sahabad railway station in India and your actions are a provocation to the new government. I need an explanation for the current situation.”
The sound of gunshots had already attracted the attention of Suleiman Blom and Dalhousie. They immediately turned their attention to the outside of the train station. While everyone was lying on the ground obediently, Staven Bartley, who stood up and danced alone, was very eye-catching.
After hearing his words, Suleiman Blom looked at Dalhousie beside him, obviously ready to ask for his advice.
When Dalhousie saw Suleiman Broom's eyes, he turned his head to look at the train carriage that was being completed, gave a playful smile, shrugged indifferently, and spread his hands to signal Suleiman Broom.
Obviously, it doesn't matter to him how to deal with the current situation.
Seeing this, Suleiman Brom understood Dalhousie's opinion. He stretched his head to look at the Indian soldier who was lying on the ground and dared not raise his head. He rarely smiled, gently tidied his clothes, walked out of the train station calmly and walked towards Staven Bartley outside.
Staven Bartley, who was standing outside pretending to be calm, saw a British gentleman in a suit and tie swaggering out of the train station. He breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt a little humiliated.
He knew that if someone from the other side stood up, it meant that they would not fire directly at him, and his life was temporarily saved. But at the same time, the unscrupulous behavior of these British on Indian soil still made him feel unprecedented humiliation.
"Sir, I'm the chief of Shahabad Police. My name is Staven Bartley. I've received a report that a batch of contraband passed through Shahabad. Now I need to inspect your goods. Please cooperate!"
Suleiman Brom, who originally thought that the other party was a big shot, immediately lost interest after listening to the other party's self-introduction. He realized that this guy was obviously a scapegoat and had no say at all.
Therefore, the intention to chat with the other party faded instantly, and the forward steps stopped directly. After looking up and down at the other party from a distance for a while, he said with some disdain:
"I thought they would send a big shot to talk to me, but it turned out to be just a police chief. If I remember correctly, there is no Indian chief in the current police station! That means even you, the police chief, are not officially appointed. What qualifications do you have to come and inspect my goods?"
Staven Bartley obviously did not expect that this seemingly very gentlemanly Englishman would use such sharp words. It was obvious that he looked down on him!
In his opinion, although India has not officially declared independence, the property and rights between governments have begun to be transferred, which means that India now belongs to them. But the guy in front of him showed a condescending attitude, obviously not taking him, the police chief, seriously at all.
However, he also heard some other meanings in the other party's words, and his heart couldn't help but move.
The order to come here for inspection was issued by his superiors. As for who really wanted to touch this batch of goods, he didn't know, but he knew it must be one of the top figures in the new government.
After receiving the order, he was very concerned about this matter. After all, this was an opportunity to leave a good impression in front of the leader. If he wanted to make further progress in the future, it might depend on his performance this time. Therefore, as a local boss, he directly planned this action.
He transferred all the loading and unloading workers at the train station and told the train dispatching center to refuse to allocate new transport trains for the other party. He originally thought that this would allow him to control the other party in the train station and make them unable to move.
In addition, he arranged for people to surround the train station to prevent this group of people from escaping from the train station and to prevent this batch of supplies from slipping away from under his nose, but now it seems that things are not as simple as he imagined.
Although we don't know what materials the other party is transporting, he is obviously not a simple person. Judging from his attitude, he seems to know who is the mastermind behind this matter. Obviously, his identity is at least as high as that of the mastermind.
This made him feel a little frustrated, and for a moment he was hesitant, not knowing whether he should continue. But he soon figured out his situation. Now that he had already started, there was no turning back. He could only choose to go all the way and hope that the big man behind him could help him.
“I don’t know what big shot you are talking about. My position as police chief is appointed by the Indian government. Whether you recognize me or not, I am the police chief of Shahabad.
Now I have received a report that you are suspected of transporting prohibited items. Please accept our inspection."
The attitude of the police chief was somewhat beyond Suleiman Brom's expectations, but after he glanced at the so-called policemen who were lying on the ground behind him and dared not move, a disdainful smile unconsciously appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Since the other party was obviously a small character, there was no need for him to waste his expression on him, so he shrugged indifferently and said:
"It is not your turn to make decisions in India now. It is not up to you to decide whether there are any contraband items in my cargo. I cannot accept your inspection. Please go back and tell your master that he will come out and talk to me face to face.
Don't push these little people out to disgust me with these little tricks."
After saying that, he turned around and left without looking back.
Staven Bartley was so angry that he trembled all over after hearing what the other party said. The other party directly ignored him, which made him feel unprecedentedly insulted.
Turning around and seeing the Indian soldiers lying on the ground behind him, he was furious. He turned around and walked up to a soldier holding a rifle, kicked him down, bent down to pick up the soldier's rifle, and turned around to aim at Suleiman Brom.
But before he turned around, a gunshot was heard behind him. The Whip of God soldiers on guard didn't care who he was. If someone dared to hold a gun to threaten the safety of their employer, they would shoot without hesitation.
The sudden gunshot startled Suleiman Brom, and when he turned around, he saw Staven Bartley slowly falling down with a rifle in his hand. He immediately understood what was happening behind him, which made him tremble with anger. He didn't expect this guy to want to attack him directly with a gun, which was absolutely not allowed in India.
The lowly Indian dared to point a gun at the noble British aristocracy. This was courting death. He said to the Whip of God mercenary beside him without hesitation:
"These despicable Indian monkeys actually wanted to attack me. Shoot, shoot, kill them all."
Upon hearing this, the mercenaries looked at their squad leader, who was none other than Chi Yousheng, a Chinese soldier who had joined the Whip of God in Sao Paulo. This guy was also a down-to-earth person. He really didn't like the feeling of being pointed at with a gun. After hearing what Suleiman Brom said, he didn't think much about it and said directly to his men:
"Eliminate all those holding guns!"
As soon as the words fell, all the soldiers pulled the trigger without hesitation. The Indian soldiers lying on the ground saw their superiors fall down, and they also wanted to stand up and check the situation as a conditioned reflex.
These Indian soldiers did not immediately raise their guns and shoot at the soldiers of the Whip of God. I don't know if it was because of the inertia of long-term British rule that made them dare not shoot directly at white people.
The soldiers on the opposite side did not have such an idea. After receiving the order, everyone opened fire at the Indians with guns without hesitation. As more and more Indian soldiers fell, the remaining Indian soldiers were forced to raise their guns and fight back.
But the equipment gap between the two sides was very obvious. One squad of God's Whip had one German-made MG42 machine gun, four submachine guns, and the remaining M1 Garand rifles.
As for the Indian police, most of them were equipped with Lee-Enfield rifles discarded by the British, and the revolvers used by the officers were no match for the firepower of the Whip of God mercenaries.
Although they had the advantage in numbers, the Whip of God mercenaries hiding in the bunkers opened fire first and stunned the Indians directly.
By the time they launched a counterattack, their numbers were no longer an advantage. Coupled with the difference in training levels between the two sides, the battle started suddenly and ended just as suddenly.
The Indian civilians who were caught in the middle hadn't figured out what was going on yet. As soon as the gunshots rang out, they all prostrated themselves on the ground, trembling all over. Many of their crotches were uncontrollably wet by the warm gunfire.
But even so, they did not dare to move. They lay on the ground nervously like lambs to be slaughtered, waiting for the judgment of fate.
Fortunately, the battle ended very quickly, and these brutal soldiers seemed to have no interest in them. After making sure that there were no Indian soldiers still standing, all the Whip of God mercenaries rushed out of the bunkers, holding their weapons and began to shoot at the Indian soldiers on the ground.
The moment the gunshots rang out outside, a support team of soldiers rushed out from inside the train station. At this moment, they were staring fiercely at the Indian civilians lying on the ground. If anyone made any inappropriate moves, they might face severe attacks immediately.
Suleiman Brom did not expect the operation to start and end so quickly, which made him see the combat effectiveness of the Whip of God team, and he was very satisfied with it.
As for the body of the Indian policeman lying on the ground, he did not like it at all. In his opinion, he could leave it as a gift to those Indian officials who wanted to attack him.
Dalhousie didn't even bother looking outside, because he could hear what was happening outside from the gunshots. In his opinion, a battle of this scale was not worth his attention at all.
As for why the exchange of fire occurred, it was not within his consideration. This was something that Suleiman Brom, as the boss, needed to consider.
He just had to ensure that the goods reached the Mumbai port on time and without any loss, and his mission would be accomplished.
It is normal for battles to break out and people to bleed and die during this process.
The fierce gunfire outside also accelerated the action in the train station. These Indian loaders who were temporarily conscripted no longer had any thoughts of cheating.
Although they didn't know what was happening outside, when they saw the calm and composed state of the soldiers in the train station, they knew what they should do.
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