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

The night was deep

The Snow Leopard Squadron split into three groups. The members, dressed in camouflage combat uniforms and with dark face paint, carefully infiltrated the perimeter of the Indian Fourth Army Command under the cover of darkness and terrain.

But as soon as they reached the first sentry post, the squads were stunned. The post, which should have been guarded by eight soldiers, was now only occupied by one or two people who were fast asleep with their heads tilted to the side, their rifles leaning against each other.

What shocked them even more was that when they continued to infiltrate the vicinity of the core area of ​​the command post, they discovered that the entire command post's defense force was more than half less than what was indicated in the intelligence.

The team members exchanged glances, all seeing a strong sense of vigilance in each other's eyes.

They subconsciously slowed their pace, their fingers gripping their guns tightly, on guard. This unusual lapse in concentration seemed too much like an ambush set up by the Indians.

However, as the team members explored further, they discovered that the scene before them was far more absurd than they had imagined.

In front of several large tents outside the command post, there was a long queue of Indian soldiers wearing loose and sloppy uniforms, who were whispering and joking with eager expressions.

"Creak...squeak..."

A strange sound of wooden planks rubbing together, mixed with the laughter of men and women, came from a large tent at the front, drifting intermittently into the team members' ears.

The members of the Snow Leopard Squadron froze on the spot, looking at each other with expressions of disbelief.

They looked at each other, their eyes filled with bewilderment.

When the main force of the squad kicked open the tent door of the army group commander's private tent, the scene in front of them stunned everyone: on the cot in the center of the tent, the army commander, who should have been strategizing and directing the battle, was actually playing even more elaborate games.

The subsequent arrest went more smoothly than anyone had imagined.

When the squad escorted the army commander, several key staff officers, and a group of guards out of the command post, the team members still felt like they were dreaming.

Inside the central control room, Zhou Weiguo stared at the live feed on the screen, completely frozen, his face filled with a complex expression of "doubting life."

He raised his hand and slapped his cheek, taking a while to fully realize what was happening. He then slapped his thigh and muttered in a low voice, "Damn it, so you guys were talking about this Sunday?"

The moment the words left his mouth, the communicator on the control panel rang, and a crisp, efficient voice from a member of the Snow Leopard Squadron came through: "Commander, all targets have been apprehended, and there have been no casualties on our side."

Zhou Weiguo took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the sense of absurdity in his heart, and said in a deep voice, "Alright, you immediately contact Elder Qin's men and hand over these prisoners. Your mission will be complete."

"Roger that, Commander!" came the team member's crisp reply from the other end of the communicator, and then the communication was disconnected.

Just then, Nannan's voice suddenly rang out from behind: "Brother, the tapes of the video and audio you had someone record for you are all ready."

Zhou Weiguo's eyes lit up immediately. He turned his head sharply and saw that the little girl was carrying a large box, which was full of various cassette tapes and some film for projectors.

"Oh no, Nannan, why are there so many?" Zhou Weiguo stepped forward, looked at the contents of the box, and asked in surprise.

Nannan blinked and said seriously, "Brother, please have them make two backups. This contains all the video and audio recordings from the past two days in the Indian manager's office, not a single one is missing."

Zhou Weiguo then realized that he had only specifically instructed Nannan to record what the head steward said, but had forgotten to tell her not to record anything else. However, on second thought, it didn't matter; these complete audio and video recordings might come in handy for Old Master Qin later.

Without further thought, he flashed out of the system space and entered a room that looked like a dormitory as soon as he stood still.

This is the temporary dormitory of the Lhasa Military Region Base Command. Old Qin, like him, is resting here for the time being.

Zhou Weiguo first waved his hand and placed the box of cassette tapes in the corner of the dormitory, then turned and walked out.

It was completely dark by then. He hurried toward the command post. When the guards at the door saw him coming, they immediately stood at attention and saluted, their movements precise and efficient.

As soon as he entered the command center, he saw the staff members busy at their respective posts, and the air was filled with a tense but orderly atmosphere.

Meanwhile, Qin Laozheng and Commander Zhang, who was in charge of auxiliary operations on the eastern front, stood to one side, discussing something in hushed tones.

Zhou Weiguo didn't stand on ceremony and strode over directly.

Old Qin caught a glimpse of him out of the corner of his eye, and his eyes lit up instantly. Before he could even finish speaking to Commander Zhang, he pulled him into a small room next door, clearly eager to ask about the situation.

"How's it going? Did you catch it?" Old Qin asked impatiently as soon as Zhou Weiguo got his footing, his tone full of urgency.

Zhou Weiguo nodded hurriedly and replied with a smile, "We caught them! Not only did we capture the army commander, but also several key staff officers. We took them all down; not one escaped."

"Good! Good! Good!"

Old Qin exclaimed "Good!" three times, his face beaming with delight. He gave Zhou Weiguo a thumbs-up, saying, "No wonder you trained him, he's really capable!"

Zhou Weiguo waved his hand and, with a smile, recounted to Old Qin the absurd situation the Snow Leopard Squadron had encountered at the command post.

After hearing this, Old Qin's face was initially filled with astonishment, then his eyes were filled with disbelief. He stared at Zhou Weiguo, his tone uncertain: "You kid, you're not kidding me, are you? How could this be? There's a war on the front lines, how dare they act like this?"

Zhou Weiguo refused to admit it, laughing as he said, "How could I dare to joke with you, sir? You'll know once the prisoners are brought back and you can interrogate them yourself. By the way, the evidence you wanted regarding the Indian chief steward is all in my dormitory room; it's all audio tapes and film reels."

He paused, then added, "Use these things however you like, but I suggest it's best to use them privately. After all, the content here is too explosive; if it were brought into the open, the impact would be quite significant and could easily cause unnecessary controversy."

Old Qin chuckled and pointed at him, his tone tinged with helplessness: "Nonsense! Do you think I need to teach me this? Alright, now that the decapitation operation has succeeded, we'll prepare for the final assault in the latter half of tonight! The rest will be large-scale frontal battles, so we won't need your men anymore. Do whatever you want."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Weiguo's eyes lit up instantly, and he quickly said, "If that's what you mean, then I'll go back to Beijing! I feel uncomfortable staying here."

Old Qin waved his hand with a smile, saying nonchalantly, "Whatever you want, kid! We really won't need your people anymore, so go back if you want."

After saying that, Old Qin didn't linger any longer. He pushed open the door and rushed out to arrange the subsequent final assault mission.

Zhou Weiguo, on the other hand, was excited, thinking to himself: once the Snow Leopard Squadron returned, he would retrieve them into his system space, and then teleport back to Beijing with a single teleportation. It has to be said, this absurd move by the Indians truly disgusted him, making him not want to stay here a moment longer.

Just then, his communicator suddenly vibrated.

Zhou Weiguo answered the call casually, but after hearing only one sentence from the other party, the excitement on his face instantly vanished, and his expression immediately turned extremely ugly.

He took a deep breath, suppressing his anxiety, and said in a deep voice into the communicator, "Okay, Tian Zao, don't worry, wait for me, I'll be back now."

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