SIX-The Relief of Kotah
‘What time are you wanted by the brigade commander, sir?’ Colour-Sergeant McGucken asked Morgan.
‘Noon, Colour-Sar’nt. He wants to give all the assaulting company commanders their orders whilst there’s still some daylight, so we can get a good look at Kotah before tomorrow’s attack.’
Morgan and McGucken were crouching low behind a tussocky bank and staring hard at the great fortress that lay five hundred yards away across the greasy, sluggish Chumbal river. The pair had come forward for their own reconnaissance, rather than waiting to be told.
‘It’s going to be a real pig’s bastard if we have to storm them walls, sir. They must be sixty foot high in places and the Pandies’ guns can rake the river from downstream when we try to cross it. Has the general had a goo
