I painted an aircraft carrier on the courtyard house for Dongda University.

The staff officer, steeling himself, reminded him again: "Commander, do you remember? The other side has already withdrawn 20 kilometers as agreed. It was you who sent your nephew Singh to the border to provoke them. At the time, you said that Xia was definitely afraid of us, so they made up an excuse to propose a 20-kilometer safe zone. But as soon as Singh went there, something happened. The people who came back said that our people fired the first shot. Originally, 400 people were facing off against 2 people on the other side. Later, more than ten enemy reinforcements came, which ultimately resulted in 250 of our men being killed."

The steward's face darkened, his tone icy: "Do I need you to repeat these battle reports? I just want to know what they're trying to do? Do they really think they can defeat our god-like Indian army with that small force?"

"Sir, this time the other side is coming with great force. I suspect they want to use this opportunity to completely resolve the border dispute. You must seriously consider how to deal with it." The staff officer's face was extremely serious, and his tone was full of urgency.

The commander, however, couldn't be bothered to listen and waved his hand to interrupt him: "Stop with this nonsense! By the way, have you investigated thoroughly? There are hundreds of outposts and thousands of soldiers in the entire Laze Mountain range, how come they couldn't even hold off the enemy for a day? Those outposts and bunkers were built with a lot of effort by us!"

As the two argued heatedly, they were completely unaware that a miniature reconnaissance device was silently recording their every word and action from a corner of the mansion's roof.

Meanwhile, in the control room of the space, Zhou Weiguo was eating sunflower seeds and watching the live broadcast when he heard the conversation between the two, and he couldn't help but feel a toothache.

Initially, he thought the hundreds of Indian bunkers in the Laze Mountains would be tough nuts to crack, and worried that our soldiers would suffer heavy casualties if they attacked them head-on. Helpless, he had to temporarily draw 3000 special forces soldiers from the troops allocated to Shaot and launch a surprise attack on these bunkers overnight.

To Zhou Weiguo's utter surprise, when the special forces rushed up, they discovered that each of the seemingly sturdy bunkers was manned by only three or four soldiers, and they were all old, weak, sick, or disabled.

It was only after interrogation that it was understood that the Indian army's practice of receiving salaries without working had become so serious as to be outrageous.

Logically speaking, a bunker should be staffed with at least 10 soldiers, but none of these outposts have more than 5 people.

Even more magically, they unexpectedly discovered a large outpost deep in the mountains, and two squads of special forces captured an entire reinforced battalion within the outpost in a single round trip.

This so-called reinforced battalion, which should have been a full-strength force of 1000 men, actually had fewer than 400 men. Even more absurdly, nearly 200 of these 400 men were pampered caste soldiers, leaving only about 200 men capable of fighting.

When Zhou Weiguo learned the truth, he was completely dumbfounded. He simply couldn't understand how A-San could have the audacity to try and provoke the Xia Kingdom with such a flawed army.

Overnight, all the Indian troops stationed in the Laze Mountains were wiped out.

When the Xia Kingdom's main force launched its general offensive and the soldiers rushed into the empty bunker, they were all dumbfounded. The news was reported up the chain of command, and Old Qin made a special call to ask if he had made the move in advance.

After Zhou Weiguo explained the situation, Qin Lao was completely stunned and immediately ordered the troops to advance at the fastest speed.

The ensuing battles became increasingly interesting and absurd.

As soon as the Xia troops rushed out of the Laze Mountain Range and entered the 20-kilometer warning zone that had been designated, they saw a group of Indian soldiers emerging from the bunkers, holding white towels.

The leading soldier was carrying a bucket of curry paste, talking incoherently while constantly stirring the contents of the bucket.

The translator at the rear quickly stepped forward to report: "Report! These Indians say they haven't received supplies for half a month, and this is their last bit of curry. They even asked if we're hiring cooks, saying their curry-cooking skills are the best in the world!"

Even more outrageous, when a certain assault battalion advanced to an Indian logistics warehouse, they found that it was not filled with ammunition and food, but with a warehouse full of religious statues, prayer ribbons, and bottles of strangely colored liquid.

The Indian soldiers guarding the warehouse explained with mournful faces that their superiors had specifically instructed them that relying on "Brahma's protection" was more effective than relying on bullets in battle. These statues were "bulletproof artifacts" blessed by high monks, and the strange liquid was "holy water" that could ward off disasters and solve problems. No matter what kind of injury, as long as the holy water was sprinkled on it, it would heal immediately.

Looking at these battle reports, Zhou Weiguo sat in the main base and fell into silence.

Just then, Qin Lao's call came in again. The voice on the other end of the line was full of exasperation: "For the country, what kind of situation is this! Our advance troops have already advanced 30 to 50 kilometers, and the Indian main army group hasn't reacted at all. What kind of tactics are they using?"

Zhou Weiguo looked at the screen and saw the Indian steward slamming a stack of battle reports onto the floor. A pure gold teacup was swept to the corner of the table, spilling tea everywhere. "Useless! All of you are useless!"

He pointed at the generals in front of him and cursed, "I'm keeping you high-caste warriors around so you can be chased by those Xia monkeys!"

The commander grew angrier with each word, and barked out, "Immediately issue my order: the Fourth Army must stop them at all costs! If the enemy manages to infiltrate again, I'll send you all to feed the crocodiles in the Ganges!"

The staff officer beside him was deathly pale, and spoke tremblingly, "Sir, the commander of the Fourth Army said... said that today is Sunday, and it's not advisable to start a battle on Sunday, otherwise the soldiers will..."

"Fuck Sunday!"

The steward was furious, jumping up and down and overturning the table in front of him. "The Xia people are about to attack, and you're still thinking about Sunday? Tell that bastard that if he dares to spout nonsense again, I'll throw him into the Ganges!"

Looking at this absurd scene, Zhou Weiguo laughed into the communicator, "Old Qin, to be honest, I'm a little confused myself. I even think it's a bit redundant for me to involve people in this operation. But since the people have already been sent there, you only need to give the order, and I'll have them take direct control of their command post."

After a few seconds of silence on Old Qin's end, a helpless sigh came through: "I've never seen an army this capable of causing trouble in my life. Go ahead and do it, but be careful not to hurt civilians. Make sure you get all the evidence so they can't defend themselves internationally."

"Don't worry!"

Zhou Weiguo immediately stood up and gave a deep order into the communicator on the control panel: "Attention all Snow Leopard Squadron members, immediately carry out the decapitation strike! Target: Indian Fourth Army Command, Operation codename 'Bull Hunt'."

"Roger that, Commander!"

Zhou Weiguo shook his head helplessly, stood up, rubbed his throbbing temples with his fingertips, and muttered under his breath, "I hope this Indian's antics will end soon. I really can't take it anymore, it's just too much for my eyes."