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Author Topic: "Never trust anyone on the Frontier" an ...epic NWF Campaign  (Read 40278 times)

Offline CPT Shanks

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Re: "Never trust anyone on the Frontier" an ...epic NWF Campaign
« Reply #420 on: November 30, 2021, 12:05:39 AM »
An excellent victory for Abu Zar against the raj ferenghees, surely his tulwar was guided by the True Rule.  Well said that Umra would chastise a donkey's load for the transgressions of the camel, no truer statement could be made of this follower of the false rule.
"welcome to the world of cascading failure"


Offline Umra Khan

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Re: "Never trust anyone on the Frontier" an ...epic NWF Campaign
« Reply #421 on: November 30, 2021, 10:34:54 AM »
In His Immense Power the wrath of Umra the Magnificent will strike at all unbelievers and followers of the false faith... and also their mules and camels.
The Victory of the choosen Abu Zar is the triumph of the Faith  of the Righteous !
May Fully, the heretics, lost in the mountains of Tirah, and pay his faults for the deaths made among Afridis civilians.
May he has fleas of 1000 camels and have arms so short that he can not scratch.
So be written so be done !

Umra and his Bodyguards  ;)

Offline CPT Shanks

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Re: "Never trust anyone on the Frontier" an ...epic NWF Campaign
« Reply #422 on: November 30, 2021, 03:52:21 PM »
The dogs of the Mohmands are better than the Bangash,

Though the Mohmands themselves are a thousand times worse than the dogs.

The Warrakzais are the scavengers of the Afridis,

Though the Afridis, one and all, are but scavengers themselves.

This is the truth of the best of the dwellers in the land of Pathans,

Of those worse than these who would say that they were men?

Khushal Khan Khattack, the most revered Pashtun poet (1613-1690)


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Re: "Never trust anyone on the Frontier" an ...epic NWF Campaign
« Reply #423 on: November 30, 2021, 04:46:47 PM »

Umra and his Bodyguards  ;)

I met him once. He was very tall.  :)



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Upon our prey we steal...

Offline Mad Guru

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Re: "Never trust anyone on the Frontier" an ...epic NWF Campaign
« Reply #424 on: November 30, 2021, 05:15:58 PM »
I just want to meet his bodyguards.
"We shall see what wisdom lies beneath my madness!"

Offline JBaumal

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Re: "Never trust anyone on the Frontier" an ...epic NWF Campaign
« Reply #425 on: November 30, 2021, 08:42:49 PM »
Amen to that MG …. Lol

Offline Umra Khan

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Re: "Never trust anyone on the Frontier" an ...epic NWF Campaign
« Reply #426 on: December 01, 2021, 12:31:58 PM »
THE VISION

ZARIN KHAN 40TH PATHANS

Zarin khan is a former Subedar  of the 40th Pathans, of Yusufzais origin, he deserted years ago and joined his friend and mentor Umra khan in Mogala.
He was instructed by Umra to break into the sequel to the malicious Wazir Mulehead, gain his trust, and report informations to Umra.
But in Zarin's heart is the oath of allegiance he took to the Raj when he entered the 40th Pathans, and this feeling has been torturing him for months....
So on a cold September night, in the desolate and barren  lands of Waziristan, Zarin leaves the fires of the camp and walks towards a mountain ...


Reaching the wind-blown summit, Zarin looks at the moon and begins to hum an old song that sings the deeds of the Pashtun hero Jayakumu
“On piles of dead meat
You have erected your glory
But the blood you shed on you fell back
Your war is over
Old soldier.
Now the wind has sat down
Your gaze hung on the sky
On the eyes there is the sun
A dagger remains in your chest
And you don't, you'll never throw again
Your spear to hurt the horizon
To push you beyond
To discover what only God knows
But of you will remain only
The pain, the cry that you have given”


……When suddenly he hears a voice calling him:
Zarin Khan are you here again? what are you looking for from the Moon and why are you singing this song ?


Who is speaking? Zarin asks...

I'm Babu khan a horse trader... I'm here because  I'll conclude a profitable trade of horses in the coming days down in Wana ...


Why do you know me? you are not a simple horse dealer... who are you really?


I am the one who led you to Spin Baldak against the Waziris, and I am the one who gave you the courage to repel the Afghan’s cavalry in Dhaka....I am the one who pushed your Pathans to attack the Tor Ghar tribes at Akhund Baba... I'm your Izzat!


I had lost sight of my honour  lately, indeed I hoped to never see you again...


You didn't want to see me because you were afraid of yourself... return among your men, your soldiers, which you have led valiantly into battle so many times; and face your destiny, whatever it may be , toss your dies without fear, believe in the Only True Rule of your ancestors... but put your Izzat first, so you can go back to being the Subedar Zarin khan !



to be continued...


Offline CPT Shanks

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Re: "Never trust anyone on the Frontier" an ...epic NWF Campaign
« Reply #427 on: December 01, 2021, 09:55:01 PM »
To: General Davenport
From: Colonel Fullerton
Subject: Supplemental report to actions at Mir Khan Khel
Sir it is with great honour that I report my following actions against the Afridi heathen Abu Zar Khan and his lashkar at Mir Khan Khel. Upon approach to the village it was clear to me that the afridis had reinforced their center with modern rifles (I suspect provided by Russian or Afghan agents) and Ghuzzni fanatics. I immediately ascertained I could strike hard with my Flying Devils into their right flank and roll up the entire affair adroitly. I led the charge straight into their flank, my Flying Devils at my side, and slammed into a wall of fire and steel, the dammed heathens had reinforced the sangars with more modern rifles. My Devils did not shirk, but the withering fire was telling and prudence prevailed. I called back my probing attack to allow the regulars a clear line of fire into the heathens and they poured withering fire into the pattans but not before my wheel maneuver provided the slightest let up in pressure allowing the heathens to pick their targets, gunning my guides down to a man and shooting my mount from under me. The beast fell on me pinning my leg and sword arm. Suddenly one of the Ghuzzni fanatics broke from the village, his tulwar ready to strike down on me. From across the battlefield Lieutenant Dawes sighted down his Webley and potted the devil, sparing me the indignity of dying under my mount as opposed to astride her.

Captain Liver continued to direct the attack on the village driving the afridis to the rear until I could rejoin the effort and take charge of the consolidation and refit, declaring Mir Khan Khel pacified, and the path to Spin Wam one village closer.

Lieutenant Dawes acquitted himself in a manner appropriate for an officer of her majesty the Queen.
« Last Edit: December 01, 2021, 11:30:28 PM by CPT Shanks »

Offline Umra Khan

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Re: "Never trust anyone on the Frontier" an ...epic NWF Campaign
« Reply #428 on: December 01, 2021, 10:03:52 PM »
Good description ...I must admit !  :)

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Re: "Never trust anyone on the Frontier" an ...epic NWF Campaign
« Reply #429 on: December 04, 2021, 10:41:38 AM »
THE GOAT

Mullah Powinda “the goat”

Beneath vague voices and the feeble din,
Strangely as if through a shield,
Through the khattak dancers in a row
One sees the towering old mullah.

A welcoming voice, a direct look,
With eyebrows, grizzled and curved,
Of nothing in particular he spoke
And to you said no more than he should.

Among the tribesmen and the khans
Amid the day’s whirlwind,
It seems that they’d forgotten
His past dramatic legend.

They forgot the day of anguish,
The night of cries: “To arms.”
The disheartening salt-marshes,
The camels’ measured tread;

Forgot the margins of shifting sand
Where a bad-luck company dragged;
Forgot Maiwand and Jandola carnage,
Tochi Valley fallen to the Ferenghee’s flag.

Forgotten? — No! Each time it occurs
That some attention-grabbing incident
Dims the spark of his peaceful eyes,
Refreshing them with old events.

“What is with you?” — “My foot aches.” —
“Gout?” — “No, an old jezail wound.”
Suddenly provoked, he awakes
And breaks the tedium of the Punjabi sun.

And he told me that none of those
Among all of the veterans,
In lines with up raised tulwars
Or in rows of resting on the ground,

Could force him out of the shabby bed,
Clever, foxy and corpulent,
As his heart repeatedly agonized
Over memories of mishaps past.

But a new Rule is moving his world,
And he wakes up from his deserved rest,
Grabs his jezail and embraces the jihad,
‘Cause the True Ruler claims his life.

Among the rocks
Jumping and landing
He forgets the pain in the foot
No gout he told…just goat!!!

R.WInkie from “Peshawar barracks ballads” which inspired Gumilev’s famous poem

Mustafa turned for a last glance to the tamarind market stall but…dozens shadows were appearing over the hills ridges…only the incoming darkness and the rocks shadows could save him to be detected, but for sure it was not a nice news for the Tajiki following them…he was staring them...who are they?
 
“Quick quick” cried running in front of the trio and pointing to the crossroads which led to Mir Zakah
 
“Quick quick…STOOOP” Mustafà indicated some sparkle of light coming from the main road, the sunset reflecting on the metal of weapons
 
 “How can they be already here?” asked Yamad fully surprised
“Tajik have magic powers, they are all wizards” grumbled Mustafa for Yamad discomfort but he was tacitated by Muletail
 
 “Silence, Mustafa stop with this foolish stories which impress Yamad, they cannot be the friends of the three killed tajiks, they were waiting on the crossroad in the opposite road; these must be other tribesmen, let’s go behind that mud brick  house and let they pass unseen”.
 
It was a simple classic brick mud house, very common not only in this area, called in “renedra style”, often sometime they include also a dome and awning and jars, but this was very simple and, above all, without any evidence of inhabitants.
 
Two tribesmen are coming from Mir Zakah escorting an old man, apparently inoffensive and harmless, he walked with a limp, like something was wrong with his leg, obliged to carry a big water tank.
The trio was just beyond the mud brick house, which controlled the road and could be used as a sentinel to warn about enemies coming to the village; but actually it appeared desert and without inhabitants, and allowed our friends to hide out unseen, when suddenly cracking and cries erupted filling the air with noisy sounds.
Immediately the trio stopped in the middle of the road and the old men said with a clear waziri accent
 
“so it seems that my friends came to look for me” and laughed but the two answered with surprising perfect Afridis’ accent:
“Shut up stupid ruffian, you will pay for our three brothers you killed before being captured” and raise the arms to hit him with their tulwars “if we cannot bring you back we will kill you here”
 
Even if Muletail orders were to hide and then go to Mir Zakah, the generous and naïf Yamad could not stand looking the old men injured and going to be despatched. His generosity was also boosted by the consideration that the old men looked worthless while the tulwars of the Tajiki could be easily converted in juicy tamarind slices and he knew very well that Mustafa, after eating a dozen of slices, was keen to tell fantastic stories about Tsar monster and now new ones about Tajiki wizards, and Yamad was crazily fond of horror stories.
 
He pointed the jezail and, covered by the chaotic din coming from behind the curve: snip! But for the hurry to move and fire he missed; surprised also Muletail and Mustafà fired without aiming and failed their shots. The ambushed afridis grabbed their jezails but misfired and then started the melee but no tulwar reached his target 5 dice for fire and 5 for melee, all failed!
 
At this point the five fighters paused and the old man took the water tank over his shoulders and hit the head of one Afridis, stunning him, while the second, distracted by the unforeseen attack, lost for one second controlling the attackers and was wounded by Yamad and  despatched by Muletail, without successfully counterattacking.
 
“Rumours are stopped now, the warriors seen by Mustafa must have completed their work on Tajiks or the latter routed, now it is best accelerating towards the village before they join us” said Muletail
 “Thanks brothers you have broken me free from these heretic ruffians” said the old man grabbing a jezail from a dead Afridis “ but now I must continue my job”

and before completing his sentence he disappeared jumping among the rocks.

When Yamad climbed a rock he could see only a far shepherd with some goats…
 
“Wow he is faster than a goat among these rocks and he facilitated our job hitting one warrior” Yamad said
“Sure he was not a normal old man , perhaps a demon” replied Mustafa
 
“A demon, a goat demon?”Yamad was terrorized but much more fascinated. “Perhaps generated by Tajik wizards?”
“Shut up and run if you do not want be captured by other bandits and if they catch us you will regret the demon did not kill you”” said sharply Muletail and the trio run again towards Mir Zaleh…
Running cautiously, keeping a strict silence, all three are thinking: but who was the “goat demon”? An old shepherd? A master of camouflage? Will our heroes meet him again? Probably sooner than they think…
 
TO BE CONTINUED…
« Last Edit: December 04, 2021, 11:12:30 AM by giorgio »

Offline Umra Khan

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Re: "Never trust anyone on the Frontier" an ...epic NWF Campaign
« Reply #430 on: December 06, 2021, 01:49:26 PM »
The Interrogation

GILGIT FORT
Lt. Kennedy
Major, we found these men in the Military zone with counterfeit documents stating they are Spedding’s workers .


Good morning, I am Maj. Forsyth, commander of the Gilgit base, do you want to explain to me why you go armed and with an escort of cutthroats in the Northern Territory, which is forbidden to civilians?  Your excuse of being Spedding’s workers doesn't work, so I want the truth!


Zibbib
Mr Major I cannot answer this question, I have a secret assignment by the Rawalpindi High Command, I am a British Intelligence agent...


Maj. Forsyth
Hooow can I believe such a colorful and strange story? you don't have a shred of paper with you !


Zibbib
Major normally Sirkar's agents don't walk around with documents...., you can check by telegraphing to Rawalpindi...


Maj. Forsyth
Ah you can be sure that I will.' In the meantime, however, you are all under arrest!


Flashy
Me Major Forsyth too? I'm an important and well-known person, I'm Percival Flash Dumbar, you'll have heard of me... and I suffer from rheuism I can not go to a damp and cold cell .....


Major Forsyth
Never heard of you Sir ... and I have other and more important problems to solve, we are preparing for a Military campaign…, and I had also received the last number of the Pesha Trib with latest Winkie’s poem, and I’m anxious to read it…so excuse me but I’m really busy now…Havildar take these men to prison, they are under arrest !



Zibbib
Damned military, just a burocrat in a garrison lost out of this world he can command....


On his way to the prisons, Zibbib hears a faint voice coming from one of the cells...
Zibbib Khan, you too here?



Zibbib
Who is ?...... Nasrullah Khan my faithful friend, what are you doing here and where are the other men who were with you ?  are you wounded ?



Nasrullah Khan
Hosoor, may Allah protect you,  while we were going down  the Gilgit River on inflated goat skin boat ...

at the confluence with the Yasin, we were attacked by the fetent Yaghistanis, they shot to us like pidgeons ,  …mine it's a smear wound…fortunately on the saving table a 6  was tossed…




Zibbib khan
But what happened to the other men and the boys ?


Hosoor, I have bad news , in the clash  were killed all our faithfully men, and the Emir’son... he rolls 1 on saving table, very unlucky boy

The gaze of the Prophet has moved away from us...I managed to escape together with the young Maa Din …fortunately because we are in the first boat and the river rapids pushed us away , the True Rule protect us with another lucky 6 , but later , tired and hungry we were captured by Kashmiri soldiers and brought here to Gilgit fortress.



Zibbib
For the beard of the Prophet, what a story ... I'm sorry for the other men and for the Amir’son, killed by these heretics and pesty  barbars…could be a great problem the  lost of the Amir’s son for the balance on the Frontier…, but you succeeded in the mission of bringing the son of El Osprey with you. Where is the boy now?


Nasrullah Khan
He is also here, perhaps in another cell... since we were captured I have not seen him again ...


To be continued…











Offline Shikari Sahib

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Re: "Never trust anyone on the Frontier" an ...epic NWF Campaign
« Reply #431 on: December 06, 2021, 02:16:34 PM »
Beautiful and exciting story, very intriguing...
excellent photos and sceneries, beautiful the  inflated goat boats and the river water, amazing  the effects of the floors and cells.
Great work !!!

Offline Umra Khan

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Re: "Never trust anyone on the Frontier" an ...epic NWF Campaign
« Reply #432 on: December 06, 2021, 02:18:31 PM »
Beautiful and exciting story, very intriguing...
excellent photos and sceneries, beautiful the  inflated goat boats and the river water, amazing  the effects of the floors and cells.
Great work !!!

Thanks very appreciated comments Sir !

Offline CPT Shanks

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Re: "Never trust anyone on the Frontier" an ...epic NWF Campaign
« Reply #433 on: December 06, 2021, 04:08:54 PM »
Excellent installment to Zibbib's tale. That boat and river work are truly inspired Umra. Major Forsyth is a damnable ass and demonstrated his hubris by bring Zibbib and Flashy into his office disclosing a planned military operation and his operational map on the wall for them to see. Not to mention the latest edition of the Pesh Trib laid out for them to read their cyphered messages from.

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Re: "Never trust anyone on the Frontier" an ...epic NWF Campaign
« Reply #434 on: December 06, 2021, 05:26:58 PM »
Shanks aka Sardar Gul Akbar, typical behaviour of an heretic ferenghee. The dead boy was a stupid dull one ,but can be very useful to our jihad. Let the Amir know that the firing was done by ferenghees with afridis scouting. Russians will be his revenge tool and we...just wait to pick up the fruits. May the True Ruler bless your dice!
Your father in Faith Mulehead, future Amir
« Last Edit: December 06, 2021, 06:20:51 PM by giorgio »

 

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