"Damn it! Faster! All of you, move faster!" The British officer on horseback viciously lashed the Anglo-Indian soldier's Kitakami with the whip in his hand.
The Anglo-Indian soldier let out a scream and collapsed into a mud pit.
"Division Headquarters has issued orders! We must reach Alibag within two hours, or we'll all face court-martial! None of us will get off easy!" The British officer's face was cold and indifferent. In his eyes, these Indian soldiers were not even human, at most a pack of cannon fodder. Thus, they did not care in the slightest whether these Indian soldiers lived or died.
The short, sallow, emaciated Indian soldiers had no choice but to pick up their pace. Though each of them was already panting heavily from exhaustion, if they did not want to be whipped, they could only push themselves as fast as possible. Otherwise, those officers might very well beat them to death.
Under the officers' constant urging, the Anglo-Indian Army's marching speed was fairly rapid. However, after these Indian soldiers, whose constitutions were poor to begin with, reached Alibag through such a forced march, how much fighting strength they would have left was anyone's guess.
At noon, the Anglo-Indian Army's advance units arrived at Alibag. The moment they arrived, the soldiers collapsed directly onto the ground, gulping down air in great heaving breaths.
"Get up! Get up, now!" The British officers were deeply dissatisfied at the sight of those Indian soldiers. In that state, it was simply impossible to send them into an attack.
General Howard, Commander of the 2nd Army Corps of the Anglo-Indian Army, was also troubled by the condition of his troops. Left with no alternative, he could only order the men to rest for an hour after their arrival. No matter what, if he