Siheyuan: I, Shazhu, started out as an army and became a general.

Upon receiving the order, the entire army was in an uproar.

But the next second, a boiling fighting spirit soared into the sky!

He Yuzhu's prestige reached its peak at this moment.

The soldiers didn't care about any supply lines or altitude sickness; they only cared about one thing—

Following Tiger He, we can win battles, crush the enemy, and make them kneel down and call us daddy!

"Infiltrate! Infiltrate the entire army!"

These two words became the sole theme for the next 48 hours.

With a wave of his hand, He Yuzhu broke the troops into smaller units.

Thanks to the special mountain combat rations provided by the system, the problem of food was easily solved.

Each soldier, carrying rations and bullets, was like a sharpened knife, frantically infiltrating southward along the natural folds of the Himalayas!

The Indian army was completely stunned!

They rigidly believed that the Chinese army would proceed step by step and be blocked at the mountain pass by a small supply line.

ridiculous!

What they encountered was an army that had no sense of martial ethics and a commander who was practically invincible!

The Indian army's defenses are as fragile as paper; they break with a single puncture and tear with a single rip.

The frontline command had just received intelligence that "the enemy is still fifty kilometers away" when, in the next second, a Chinese soldier's bayonet was already pressed coldly against his forehead.

"Report! The Fourth Company has gone berserk! They've cut off all enemy retreat routes!"

"Report! The Second Battalion has taken over their armory! Now all the heavy firepower is ours!"

"Report! Pang Guoxing's group... has disappeared again! Someone said they saw them in the outskirts of Tezpur!"

The command post moved rapidly in a bumpy jeep.

He Yuzhu gripped the walkie-talkie, his eyes sharp as an eagle's, issuing precise commands one after another.

Under the [Master of Micro-Management Aura], the entire battlefield seemed to become a sandbox in his palm, with the movement of every grain of sand crystal clear.

"First Regiment Commander! You fucking slow down! Spread out from the Second Regiment and form a pincer movement, understand?!"

"Third Battalion Commander! Who sent you to take on that tough nut to crack? Get the heavy artillery ready! If you can't break through, then destroy it! Your mission is to be the spearhead, to plunge it into the enemy's heart!"

This bold and decisive command style, as graceful as a gazelle hanging its horns, nearly made the eyes of the accompanying staff officers pop out of their sockets.

They were internally screaming: This isn't a war! This is clearly herding sheep!

They drove tens of thousands of Indian troops like sheep, herding and pushing them toward a dead end!

Tespur.

This major city in Assam is currently gripped by immense panic.

The streets were packed with fleeing cars and people. Wealthy businessmen were madly fleeing south with their gold and silver, while government officials were burning documents in their offices.

Because the most terrifying news had already spread throughout the city:

The vanguard of the Chinese troops is less than 30 kilometers away!

Moreover, the devil codenamed "Tiger" who leads the troops is ruthless and his soldiers are all capable of scaling walls and are invulnerable to swords and spears!

New Delhi, the Prime Minister's Office.

Nehru was so frightened that his hand trembled like a leaf in the wind as he held the teacup, oblivious to the scalding tea that spilled all over him.

"How could this be... how could this be..." he muttered to himself in a daze, "That's the Himalayas! It's an insurmountable barrier! Did they fly over here?!"

"Your Excellency, the capital must be moved immediately!" The Minister of Defense burst in, wailing. "The front lines have completely collapsed! Lieutenant General Kaul is missing, the elite 7th Brigade has been annihilated, and the 4th Army is in disarray... It's over! Nothing can stop them!"

"The Americans! The British!" Nehru cried out, grasping at the last straw.

"It's too late!" the Defense Minister shouted in despair. "By the time their aid arrives, the Chinese tanks will probably already be at the Red Fort for a military parade!"

The entire Indian leadership was plunged into the darkest moment since the nation's founding.

Meanwhile, on the front lines.

Standing on the high ground, He Yuzhu held up his binoculars and could clearly see the dazzling lights on the distant plain.

That is Tezpur.

Just one more step forward and you'll find yourself on the vast, flat Indian plains.

At that time, with this fierce army under his command, he will sweep across North India as if it were his own backyard!

"Mr. He, what are we waiting for? Let's do it!"

Zhang Xiaowu, like a hungry wolf, held the captured Sten submachine gun in one hand, his eyes gleaming with greed.

"Just say the word, and tonight I'll lead my brothers into Tezpur and cook chicken curry in their pots!"

All the soldiers' eyes were fixed intently on He Yuzhu.

If he simply nods in approval, this will be a monumental achievement! An unparalleled feat, enough to rewrite the map of Asia!

He Yuzhu slowly lowered the binoculars.

The night wind on the mountaintop made the hem of his clothes flutter.

He gazed at the lights that symbolized victory and temptation, and the system notification arrived in his mind as scheduled.

[Ding! Host detected that troops are at the city gates. Epic achievement achieved: Establishing National Authority!]

The final decision has begun!

Option 1: Bet your nation's fate and march south! Capture and hold New Delhi within 24 hours. Reward: Complete blueprints and technology for the aircraft carrier "Fujian"! Warning: This action has a very high probability of triggering World War III, or even nuclear war!

Option Two: Know when to stop and demonstrate the demeanor of a great power! Order the other side to cede territory and pay reparations, then withdraw your troops. Reward: National Fortune Value +99999! Unique title: [Great Power Demeanor]! Thirty years of peace on the border! And... a complete set of blueprints for the 'Type 055 Destroyer'!

He Yuzhu slowly closed his eyes.

One is a high-stakes gamble that could potentially trigger a hellish experience.

One is a sure-fire, everlasting legacy.

This choice is fucking tough!