"Your Excellency, if things continue like this, our chances of holding back the German invasion are undoubtedly very high. But after we win, are we really going to grant those Indian natives independence?" Lord Nicholson asked.
As Commander of both the British Army in India and the Anglo-Indian Army, he was equally familiar with India's circumstances and knew just how rich this land was. To the British Empire, India had undoubtedly become its most indispensable and most important colony. It could be said that if India remained in the hands of the British Empire, it would greatly promote the British Empire's resurgence.
Therefore, Lord Nicholson likewise did not want to truly lose India. If India were lost, then even if the British Empire rose again, it could only be a second-rate power, never able to return to its peak.
"Of course not! If we truly defeat Germany, then it will be those people's day of death. When the time comes, I'll wipe every last one of them out!" Baron Charles Hardinge said.
This had long been his plan. Everything was merely to deceive those Indian natives into contributing their strength to resist the German invasion. Once Germany's attack had truly been repelled, those Indian natives would no longer matter. When the birds were gone, the bow would be put away—such was the logic of it.
"But wouldn't that cause even greater turmoil in India? By then, our rule could still be overthrown by the Indians." Lord Nicholson frowned. He believed that deceiving the Indians in such a manner would likely bring enormous trouble. After all, even if they suffered grievous losses in this war, the Indians' military strength would still be greatly enhanced.
"That is why Your Lordship must carefully consider how to wear down those who are the most