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However, the Xia soldiers couldn't understand a word he said and could only look at the Indians with wary expressions.

Seeing that the Xia people had no reaction, Commander Singh's face twisted as he drew his command sword from his waist and pointed it at the Xia sentries. "Damn Xia people, since you can't understand me! Now, everyone listen to my order: immediately raze their outpost and drive these damned cowardly Xia monkeys back to their homeland!"

Upon hearing this, the Indian soldiers burst into laughter, rubbing their hands together and grinning as they approached the temporary boundary marker on the border, completely disregarding the two Xia Kingdom sentries.

Upon seeing the other's movements, the two Xia Kingdom sentries immediately raised their guns, aimed, and put their fingers on the triggers, ready to fire at any moment.

But the Indian soldiers had no intention of stopping. Seeing that they were about to cross the boundary marker, the two men had no choice but to fire two shots into the sky at the same time, the gunshots echoing through the valley.

"Bang! Bang!" The crisp gunshots rang out like a final warning. The sentry shouted, "Warning again! This temporary boundary marker is the bottom line. If you cross it, we have the right to fire in self-defense!"

When the Indian soldiers on the other side saw that the Xia Kingdom sentries actually dared to fire, they were stunned for a moment. Then they raised their rifles, their faces showing mocking smiles. They whistled at the two sentries, their eyes full of provocation.

Commander Singh's mocking smile deepened. He shouted in broken Chinese, "You bunch of vain Chinese, what are you pretending for? You think two people can hold off our entire battalion? Everyone, follow me and take them out!"

Before the words were even finished, a group of Indian soldiers rushed towards the two like hungry wolves, their faces smirking mockingly. They casually slung their rifles over their shoulders, their steps chaotic yet arrogant, completely disregarding the two Xia soldiers.

The leading Indian soldiers even deliberately slowed their pace, stomped hard on the temporary boundary marker, and repeatedly ground the sacred boundary marker with the soles of their shoes, while shouting vulgar and offensive words such as "Xia Kingdom monkeys" and "cowards," which was full of provocation.

"You son of a bitch!"

The two Xia soldiers' eyes were bloodshot with rage, their fingers gripping the triggers of their Type 56 rifles so tightly that their knuckles were white. Yet, there was no fear in their eyes, only a firm determination to defend their homeland.

They were well aware that their homeland lay behind them, and that retreating would mean losing their country and endangering their compatriots.

Even if there are only two of them left, even if they are facing hundreds of times more enemies, they will never let the Indians cross the line. This is a soldier's mission, and it is a belief engraved in their bones.

"Bang!"

Just as the Indian soldiers were less than ten meters away, one of the Indian soldiers at the forefront suddenly fired a shot into the ground. The bullet fragments splattered and hit the Xia soldiers' trouser legs hard, leaving several small holes. This shot completely ignited the fuse of war.

Singh, watching from behind, burst into laughter, waving his pistol and shouting wildly, "Shoot! Turn these damned Chinese monkeys into sieves! Whoever kills them first gets five hundred rupees!"

Instantly, dozens of rifles opened fire simultaneously, the rapid-fire gunfire like raindrops, bullets whistling as they hurtled towards the two Xia soldiers.

The two reacted extremely quickly, almost at the same time the other fired, they immediately used the rocks at the mountain pass as cover and decisively pulled the trigger to return fire.

"Rat-a-tat-tat!" The crisp, powerful gunfire of the fifth and sixth volleys was like the call of death. The two Indian soldiers at the forefront fell to the ground, their screams instantly shattering the silence of Laze Mountain.

"Erbing, Fugui, you two sons of bitches, are you alright?"

From afar came the squad leader's anxious shouts. He and his nine soldiers had rushed to the front lines. Seeing two comrades stubbornly fighting back while clinging to the rocks, he immediately shouted, "Spread out in combat formation! One group, provide flank cover to prevent them from flanking us! The second group, follow me and suppress them from the front! Signalman, immediately send a message to the regimental headquarters: We've been attacked at the Lazeshan Pass. The Indians fired first. Two of our soldiers are holding their ground. We request urgent support! Hurry!"

"clear!"

The communications soldier immediately crouched behind a huge rock, quickly turned on the radio he was carrying, and his fingers flew across the keys. The urgent radio waves carried the urgent military information and were transmitted to the regimental headquarters behind them.

The battle here has reached a fever pitch. The Indian soldiers, relying on their superior numbers, are launching alternating attacks in two waves. One wave fires to suppress the enemy while the other quickly closes in, attempting to use sheer numbers and firepower to completely overwhelm the Xia soldiers' position.

The dense barrage of bullets struck the rocks, sending sparks flying and debris flying everywhere; the situation was extremely critical.

The squad leader lay prone behind a large blue stone, calmly observing the battlefield situation through the cracks in the rock. Seeing that the Indian soldiers, though numerous, were charging in a chaotic and disorganized formation, he sneered and spat, "These idiots! What good are numbers? They're all untrained bums!"

He raised his hand to aim, adjusted the muzzle slightly, and with a "bang," a shot rang out, accurately hitting an Indian soldier who was reloading. "Save your bullets, wait until they get close before you fire, aim carefully before pulling the trigger, don't waste bullets!"

The 18-year-old soldier was on the battlefield for the first time. His palms were sweaty and his hand holding the gun was trembling slightly. But when he saw his comrades calmly fighting back, he gritted his teeth, calmed himself down, and forced himself to stay calm.

He pressed himself tightly against the rock, aimed through the gap at an Indian soldier charging fiercely, took a deep breath, held it, and yanked his finger on the trigger.

"Bang!" The Indian soldier groaned, swayed, and collapsed to the ground, never to rise again. The young soldier excitedly whispered, "Squad leader, I hit him! I really hit him!"

"Well done, Donkey Ball! You're a true soldier I trained!"

The squad leader gave an approving shout, but before he could finish speaking, a burst of machine gun fire suddenly erupted. Bullets rained down on the rocks in front of him, and he immediately ducked back, his cheek stinging from the flying gravel. "Take cover! They've set up their light machine gun!"

The initial positions of the two Xia Kingdom sentries were completely covered by enemy fire, making it impossible for them to raise their heads.

Taking advantage of the brief lull in the Indian light machine gun reloading, they quickly rolled back to the main position next to their squad leader and joined the main force.

"Squad leader, the enemy has at least three light machine guns. Their firepower is too strong. If we keep going like this, our ammunition won't be able to hold out!" One of the soldiers, named Fugui, said, panting heavily. His left arm was grazed by a stray bullet, and blood had soaked through his uniform, but there was no sign of retreat on his face, only determination.

The squad leader glanced at the ammunition box beside him; most of the bullets inside were already gone. His brows furrowed, and his brain raced as he considered countermeasures.