"Your Excellency, do you intend to catch them all in one net? If so, India will certainly be thrown into chaos. When that happens, a great uprising sweeping across all of India may erupt again, just as it did in the mid-nineteenth century." Lord Nicholson was somewhat alarmed.
Baron Charles Hardinge rolled his eyes at Lord Nicholson. No wonder this fellow could only make a career in the military. With that level of intelligence, if he had entered politics, he might have long since been swallowed whole.
"My lord, how could I possibly move against them at a time like this? Although I have always wanted to eradicate them, I know that now is not the right time," Baron Charles Hardinge said.
Hearing Baron Charles Hardinge say this, Lord Nicholson finally let out a sigh of relief. If they truly faced troubles both within and without, his army would be run ragged. Even the British Indian colonial authorities' rule over India might be overthrown.
"Have they not always wanted freedom, self-government, even independence? Then this time, we shall grant them their wish!" Baron Charles Hardinge said.
"But, Your Excellency, if we agree to grant them independence, I fear it will be difficult to explain matters to the Cabinet," Lord Nicholson said worriedly.
"Do not worry. How could I possibly do such a thing? We merely need the Indians to exert themselves. Naturally, we must give them something to hope for. Only then will they devote themselves heart and soul to serving us!" Baron Charles Hardinge said with a cold laugh.
Lord Nicholson somewhat understood Baron Charles Hardinge's intentions.
"This time, I will tell the leaders of India's major political parties that once this war against the Germans ends, we will allow them to achieve self-government. In ten years' time, we