There was only one man and one gun on the peak, but this seemed like a great obstacle to the Indian troops. Any person who revealed his head, or tried to advance was met with a life-ending bullet. The man on the peak had godly gunskills, and it was already way beyond what they could handle. 

They had done one charge but no one dared to reveal himself after a dozen bodies had dropped in the charge. 

“Charge up there!” Hattori Tsukijin crawled to the side of the Indian officer commanding the soldiers and shouted at him in English. “What are you still waiting for? He doesn’t have so many bullets! Are you Indian military men so afraid of death?” 

“Bastard!” The Indian officer was so ashamed he got mad. “Why don't you and your men charge up there? We’ve already lost over ten men, and you dare to tell my people to go to their deaths?!” 

“Don’t forget that I paid you! That money is enough for you to live in luxury for the rest of your life!” 

The Indian officer was subdued at the mention of money. He had accepted money in exchange for calamity. If he and his deputy had...