"Your Lordship, hurry! The German Armored Forces are charging straight at us. If we don't leave now, it'll be too late!" the adjutant reported to Lord Nicholson with an anxious expression.
"How could this happen? Why did it turn out like this? Why did we lose? We clearly held such overwhelming odds!" Lord Nicholson muttered, as though even now he could not accept the reality.
"Your Lordship, we have already lost. Although we have far more troops than the Germans, our forces are utterly incapable of fighting. They simply do not have the courage to keep battling the Germans. So the moment the Germans launched their attack, our troops collapsed," the adjutant said.
"Is that so? It seems that despite having so many troops, we were nothing but a rabble. No matter how numerous we were, we still could not defeat the Germans!" Lord Nicholson closed his eyes in anguish.
It was not as if he had been unaware of the Anglo-Indian Army's poor combat strength. He had simply believed that a quantitative change could bring about a qualitative change. With several million Anglo-Indian troops, even if their combat effectiveness was abysmal, they should have been enough to withstand the German offensive. Unfortunately, the Anglo-Indian Army performed even worse than he had imagined. More fatal still, the British Army in India, upon which he had placed such high hopes, performed just as terribly. Thus, Lord Nicholson suffered a crushing defeat in this decisive battle.
Lord Nicholson left in a daze with his adjutant. Large numbers of Anglo-Indian soldiers were fleeing toward Delhi, while the German military pursued them. The 8th Armored Division, the 73rd Infantry Division, and the 74th Infantry Division were especially swift. Many Anglo-Indian troops fleeing along the roads were caught by them. With no road ahead and