The Fourth Disaster Begins at the Dawn of the Millennium

"I understand, Mr. Principal. A tree without roots cannot stand. There is a saying in China, 'A towering building rises from the ground'. There is a similar saying in the West, Rome was not built in a day." Perhaps seeing how responsible these "Eastern Revolutionary Front officers" were, Ganapathi was deeply moved and said to the principal: "We have persisted in the armed struggle for 30 years. For the final victory, we will continue to fight even if it takes another 30 years. We can wait. Your idea is right. The Party will fully support your work."

Chapter 223 Winter Vacation Homework Action

India's long border and coastline provide certain conveniences for smuggling. Taking this opportunity, batches of weapons and equipment departing from East Timor, enough to arm about 3,000 regular troops, including assault rifles, machine guns, pistols, rocket launchers, mortars, grenades, satellite phones, helmets, mines, as well as gun repair and bullet reloading equipment, have been transported in batches from the coastline, the India-Bangladesh border and other places via sea and land routes to the Maoist-controlled areas.

The appearance of this batch of arms solved the urgent needs of the Maoists and directly prompted the Politburo of the CPI-Maoist to make up its mind to draw capable personnel from the People's Liberation Guerrilla Army to expand the regular army - the Indian People's Liberation Army. This team expanded from less than a battalion to three main regiments (in fact, each regiment had only more than a thousand people).

The expansion of the regular army means that some of the students in the military academy who have only been trained for one year have to spend more time in the army for "internship" and to lead the troops. This is also something that cannot be helped in the war years. The Politburo cannot watch the situation collapse and let so many elite backbones of the army continue to study in school. They have to go down and lead the troops quickly to make the combat effectiveness of the main regiment take shape as soon as possible and prepare for tough battles.

Well, actually, going to the army to lead a team is not a bad thing. It is to put the knowledge learned from books into practice. The principal did not say much, but just reminded the students who went for internship not to forget theoretical learning. After returning from the internship, everyone should write a reflection report. Oh, by the way, the exams are inevitable.

But as the internship went on, the month was about to end and the 21st century was about to begin. At this time, the general secretary of the CPI-Maoist, Ganapathy, suddenly informed the principal that the trainees who went to lead the team for internship could not come back.

"What do you mean you can't come back? My students..."

"A big battle is about to start, Mr. Principal. The white terror unleashed by the enemy has reached its climax. The Indian government has mobilized the special forces trained in the Jungle Warfare School, the Central Reserve Police Force, the border police force near the China-Pakistan border, the 'Greyhound Commando' composed of local militias, and the industrial security force of the Tata Group. They have all been mobilized and thrown into the encirclement and suppression operation called the Awakening Movement. Our base is melting like ice and snow in summer..."

According to Ganapathi's explanation, the CPI-M decided to use the three newly formed main regiments to cooperate with the broad people's guerrilla army to launch a counterattack and defeat the enemy's arrogance. The principal thought for a while and felt that this was indeed a good time to launch a counterattack. The enemy had penetrated deep into the liberated areas of the CPI-M. Fighting in the liberated areas, the CPI-M undoubtedly had the advantage of "inside operations".

First, the liberated areas are terrain that the Maoists are more familiar with, and the troops are very familiar with the local mountains, rivers, village roads, etc., which helps the Maoists use the familiar environment to conduct guerrilla warfare and mobile warfare and attack the enemy's weaknesses; secondly, the Maoists also have a deep mass base in the liberated areas, and the people can provide the Maoists with important intelligence information such as enemy movements, including enemy movements, supply lines, etc., which is of great significance for combat decisions; the masses will also play a huge role in logistics support, assisting the Maoists in transportation and rescue of the wounded, etc., to ensure the continuous combat capability of the troops.

"This is indeed a battle worth fighting, and it must be fought..." During this time, the principal and the players have also learned more or less about the Indian government's approach. In areas where Maoists are active, the government only makes the simplest distinction between enemies and friends: either support us or oppose us. Those who support the government will be plundered in the name of government needs; those who oppose the government will only have their families destroyed.

If the CPI-Maoist does not fight, then the supporters of the CPI-Maoist will have to face the front of the government's armed forces, be caught, tortured to death, and then suffer the humiliation and ridicule of the upper castes: "Look, this is the untouchables!"

The principal thought for a moment and said, "But my students' studies are not solid enough, and they are going to the battlefield without sufficient preparation..."

Janajapati was anxious. He said in an anxious tone: "But what time is it now? Now is the time for the revolution to survive. Those colleges are the most elite part of the party's military strength. If they can't take up the responsibility now and continue to sit in the classroom..."

"No, what I mean is," the principal thought for a moment and said, "what I mean is that if my students are going to the battlefield, then I, as the principal, can't sit in the campus peacefully. I have to go to the front line myself. All the teachers in the military academy have to go to the front line. I want to be at the front line, teach my students in person, and test their learning results! (I want to micromanage in person!)"

Mahendra was one of the largest landlords in the village. Before the Maoists came, his estate was located on the edge of the village, surrounded by tall walls, and the gardens in the estate were neatly trimmed. However, the arrival of the Maoists disrupted his originally stable life. The villagers were no longer content with the status quo and began to refuse to hand in their harvests. Some even publicly expressed their support for the Maoists.

As the influence of the Maoists expanded, Mahendra felt uneasy and feared retaliation, so he fled his home with his family. After that, his land was distributed to "untouchables" by the Maoists, which made him even more angry. However, the party struggles in the Delhi central government and the weakness and laxity of the local government made it difficult for big landowners like Mahendra to return to their property.

But with the launch of the "Awakening Operation", the situation has changed. Both the central and local state governments have stepped up their crackdown on the CPI-Maoist. With the intervention of regular armed forces, large landowners such as Mahendra finally saw hope. They responded to the government's call and donated money, manpower and personnel to organize the "Greyhound Commando" to support the government's actions. The landowners have a unanimous view on the "Awakening Operation": "We must awaken these people who have been confused by the Maoists and let them know who is the real power holder."

With the support of the government's regular armed forces, the "hunting team" and "commando team" composed of gentry and landlords finally fought back to the "homes" of the landlords. When night fell, fires ignited in different corners of the village, illuminating half of the sky. The "hunting team" and "commando team" wantonly destroyed and killed innocent people in the village. Houses were reduced to ashes in the flames. Cries and curses intertwined and echoed in the night sky. Mahendra rode on a motorcycle, watching all this coldly, without a trace of pity on his face.

At the same time, in the forest, the Indian People's Liberation Army soldiers, already furious, were ready for battle, waiting for their final order to attack.

They have changed a lot from a year ago. They are not only equipped with assault rifles, but also have certain attack, anti-armor and air defense capabilities (all thanks to the versatile individual rocket launcher and its different types of ammunition). The soldiers are commanded by grassroots commanders who can inspire and guide the soldiers, accurately understand the intentions of the superiors and clearly convey the orders and intentions, understand military maps, and formulate fire plans (fire coverage, strike priority); and the commanders of these grassroots commanders are their school principals.

At the same time, in front of the screen, a silent middle-aged uncle was staring at the screen with a frown. Next to the middle-aged uncle, a young man said: "Dad, this is the situation. There are only a few enemy teams in front of you. You can look up the relevant intelligence in the historical records. If you command them to fight, which enemy team are you going to kill first?"

Chapter 224 Please remember, I made the following deployment

Sunlight shines through the heavy curtains into the meeting room of the government building. The top leader sits in the center of the conference table. He is wearing an executive jacket and holding a report in his hand. He clearly summarizes the work results, existing problems and work plans for the second half of this year.

Although his tone changed from time to time, trying to get everyone to focus, not everyone paid full attention as he wished. Sitting two seats next to the top leader was a middle-aged cadre who had just transferred to a civilian job. He was slightly fat, with slightly sparse hair and a tired look on his face. At this moment, he half-leaned on the back of the chair, his eyelids felt heavy, and he yawned for a long time, showing no interest in the content of the meeting.

He slowly reached into his pocket and took out his phone. The moment the screen lit up, a glimmer of light appeared on his face. The phone was showing the WeChat interface. He had muted the message notification sound, but the messages flashing on the screen reminded him of the outside world. His fingertips slid across the screen, quickly browsing the messages, occasionally stopping and typing carefully with his head down. His expression was focused, in stark contrast to his carelessness in the meeting. The voice of the top leader still echoed in his ears, and every word he said was sonorous and powerful, trying to inspire the participants to make persistent efforts in the second half of the year. However, the thoughts of this middle-aged cadre had long drifted away from the meeting room and wandered in the virtual world.

Finally, the meeting ended with the top leader's summary. The sounds of chairs moving and documents being sorted were heard in the meeting room. The middle-aged cadre stood up and stretched, with a look of relief on his face. He walked out of the meeting room quickly, as if he couldn't wait to return to his world occupied by mobile phone messages.

Finally, this middle-aged cadre made it to Friday when he got off work. The first thing he did after getting home was to go to the computer screen to listen to his son Yu Bo's "report". At this moment, the doorbell suddenly rang. Old Yu immediately stood up and said to his son: "Wait, the foreign aid is coming", while walking quickly to the door.

Lao Yu opened the door and Lao Zhang stood outside with a glass of wine. Lao Zhang looked thinner than before, but still energetic. The two looked at each other for a second and then burst into hearty laughter, as if they had returned to the days when they fought side by side.

"Lao Zhang, come in quickly!"

Lao Zhang used to be his partner and the chief of staff of the regiment. He was also transferred to a local job like himself, but in the next city. This time he finally came to the provincial capital on a business trip, and was immediately invited by Lao Yu to visit his home. Lao Yu also said: "Don't go back this weekend, just stay at our house!"

Mr. and Mrs. Yu prepared a home-cooked meal to entertain Mr. Zhang. After the meal, Mr. Yu hurriedly helped his wife clean up the dishes, then took Mr. Zhang into the study, moved a chair, and sat in front of the computer screen with his son. He also closed the door of the study, acting so mysterious that Mr. Yu's wife thought they were discussing some confidential information inside.

But, what kind of secrets can I bring my son to discuss? My son has not joined the army, he is still a student...

In the room, Lao Yu, Xiao Yu and Lao Zhang were reviewing the current situation on their son's computer and two other laptops.

"Oh, I see. It means you can open a hack to keep your communication absolutely confidential," Lao Zhang, after initially understanding the characteristics of the players' commanding battles in the game, began to do a very rough simulation on the map with Lao Yu (compared to their professional simulation in the army), and then asked Xiao Yu from time to time, or asked Xiao Yu to ask other players in the group to learn more about the situation. When it was time for supper, Lao Yu and Lao Zhang made a preliminary plan.

In terms of combat objectives, the best strategy is definitely to fight against them. As the saying goes, it is better to cut off one finger than to injure ten fingers. So which unit should they attack? After discussing it, Lao Yu and Lao Zhang decided to attack the most elite unit sent by the Indian Ministry of Internal Affairs. The Cobra Special Forces, which had a total of 2,000 people, was mobilized for almost only one military mission, which was to be the spearhead of the police force and behead the core leadership of the Communist Party of India (Maoist). Attacking other units, such as local police forces and militias, can only be said to be "killing a chicken to scare the monkey". The monkey will not be afraid of you using killing a chicken to scare it.

Killing off this Cobra special forces unit could lead to a drastic change in the situation. Either the situation would be very good, that is, "one strike is enough to prevent a hundred blows", which would directly bankrupt the Indian government's "Operation Awakening" and put it in a state of peace for a year or two; or the situation would take a sharp turn for the worse, causing the Indian government to be furious and mobilize the entire country to encircle and suppress the Maoists.

So what will Lao Zhang and Lao Yu choose? Of course they will make a big fuss! After all, this is a game. What? Two cadres who have transferred to local areas have to be responsible for the cause of the Communist Party of India and Maoism in the game?

But if you want to mobilize the Indian Cobra Special Forces, you have to make arrangements in advance and prepare tempting baits to "lure the snake out of its hole." For this reason, Lao Zhang and Lao Yu came up with the idea of ​​building a fake "Politburo Headquarters of the CPI-Maoist Party" as bait. Of course, this bait must be real enough, nine real and one fake to get away with it. For example, there must be a large number of radios here to communicate with the outside world, and the general secretary of the CPI-Maoist Party and the members of the Politburo must appear here until the enemy takes the bait and evacuates.

"Once the enemy has really taken the bait, the most critical step is to tighten the net and prevent the enemy from escaping... This requires meticulous command. Son, remember this. The three main regiments will make the following deployment..."

The forest was getting colder. The dense trees blocked most of the sunlight, making the forest dim and silent. The yellow fallen leaves covered the winding mountain road, occasionally blown by the breeze, making a rustling sound. A well-equipped Indian special forces with a wide variety of weapons were carefully advancing on the mountain road. A feeling of uneasiness began to spread among the team. This forest was too quiet, abnormally quiet. There were no birds singing, no insects chirping, as if all life was holding its breath waiting for something terrible to happen.

Suddenly, a slight click broke the silence of the forest. Everyone froze in place, holding their breath. The sound came from the front of the team, most likely some kind of mechanism was triggered. After a few seconds of dead silence, nothing happened. An experienced explosive ordnance disposal expert came forward to check. A few minutes later, he reported to the commander: "Sir, it was an improvised explosive device, but fortunately, it was crudely made and did not cause an explosion."

This discovery made the whole team gasp. They realized that they were in great danger. The Maoist guerrillas had obviously made full preparations here. But in any case, the mission could not be easily abandoned. The Indian army detected high-intensity radio external communications in the depths of this forest. Combined with previous intelligence, this is likely to be the location of the Political Bureau of the Communist Party of India and Mao. The Indian government was overjoyed by this intelligence. Not only did it mobilize a large number of police forces to surround it, but the Cobra Special Forces, which are directly under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Internal Affairs of the Indian central government, also went out in full force to capture the leaders of the Maoists.

The team started moving again, but at a slower pace than before. Everyone was on edge, carefully observing the surroundings. They noticed that some tree trunks had tiny scratches and the moss on the ground had been trampled, which could be signs of Maoist guerrilla activity.

However, the commander and the approximately 2,000 Indian Cobra Special Forces members in the forest still thought they were operating in secret, and that they would reach the "enemy's nest" at night and launch a beautiful "decapitation operation". What, you said that the leaders of the Communist Party of India (CPI) and Maoists are protected by elite forces and should not be underestimated? The Cobra Special Forces members would say: "Elite? We are fighting elites! If the enemy's combat effectiveness is not strong enough, we will not be used! And in the final analysis, it is nothing more than a group of powerful guerrillas..."

But at the same time, the players are lurking in the forest with their students and the troops led by the students, slowly spreading a "big net" waiting for the special forces of the Indian Ministry of Internal Affairs to go deep into it.

The sun gradually set, and the forest was shrouded in darkness. The shadows of the trees stretched longer and longer, interweaving into a huge net that seemed to swallow up the whole world. The Cobra Special Forces were still struggling to move forward, complaining about why they had to get off the car and helicopter so far away and then walk into the forest. At this time, their team was much looser than at the beginning, and everyone's face was full of fatigue.

"Stay alert," their commander simply whispered, "We are not out of the danger zone yet. This is still Maoist territory."

The soldiers nodded silently, holding their weapons tightly, and looking around vigilantly. Every tree shadow and every bush could hide deadly danger. Their steps became more cautious, fearing that they would trigger some hidden trap again.

At this time, in the corner of the forest, the Maoist military academy instructors, the players, wearing ghillie suits and night vision goggles, were silently observing the arrival of the Cobra Special Forces. Behind them, the Indian People's Liberation Army, dressed in dark clothing, almost blended into the darkness.

"It's time to get the troops lurking behind the enemy's buttocks into action. The big fish is about to fall into the net, so prepare to close the bag! Oh, as before, the radio is only used to lure the enemy deep into the territory. All military orders are conveyed through the instructors, and the troops' actions must maintain complete radio silence."

Chapter 225: Cobra Special Forces? He will never return

Night had fallen, and the dense forest was shrouded in darkness. The Cobra Special Forces had a brief exchange of fire with the guerrillas, and then quickly suppressed the enemy with overwhelming firepower, rushing to the camp in the forest from all directions. This was a huge camp, with a large number of tents and wooden houses. The members of the Cobra Special Forces also found maps, scattered documents and large equipment that had not been moved in time in the wooden houses. It seemed that the enemy's headquarters really evacuated in a hurry.

"The results are quite fruitful!"

These things are much more valuable than the tents, arrowheads and iron pots seized from the Maoist guerrillas. Although no so-called Maoist Politburo members were captured, these seized items alone are enough for the Indian government to brag about. Now, the commander of the Cobra Special Forces ordered the troops to camp on the spot, immediately report the situation to the rear via radio, and call all the battalion and company-level officers of each unit to hold a meeting to prepare for the subsequent tasks.

At the same time, not far from the command tent, two players wearing ghillie suits and sneaking under the noses of the Indian sentries were silently staring at a tent with an antenna raised.

"See the antenna? That tent is probably the command post. The person staying there must be their commander! Mark it and report the coordinates to the rear so they can blow it up with mortars!"

It was late at night, and the forest camp was shrouded in thick darkness. Only the sporadic chirping of insects broke the silence. In a large military tent, a few weak lights barely illuminated the space inside. In the center of the tent was a large battle map, and dozens of officers stood around it. Their faces were full of fatigue, but their eyes were still shining with excitement.

The commander (rank in the Ministry of Internal Affairs, equivalent to Army Colonel) stood in front of the map, moving his finger back and forth on the map, explaining the latest battle situation to the officers around him.

"According to the latest intelligence, the enemy's radio signal suddenly disappeared an hour before we arrived here. It is very likely that the enemy discovered our tracks and quickly retreated. Through monitoring, the intelligence department found that the Maoist factions were restless and leaderless because they could not get in touch with their superiors. This shows that we came to the right place. Tonight, we will rest here first. Once our intelligence department monitors the radio of the Maoist Politburo again, we will move out immediately."

At this moment, a mortar shell whizzed through the night sky and slammed heavily less than 30 meters away from the tent.

"Damn it, you missed the target! Correct your shooting position immediately! Move to the southeast xxxx," the player shouted on WeChat.

"I understand, I understand! It's just a test shot! Make sure you hit the target with the second round of shooting!"

The group of Cobra officers standing in the tent were all stunned. They only knew that there was an explosion, but they didn't know why it happened. Or, they subconsciously ignored the unnoticeable sound of the mortar shells falling. After all, the Cobra Special Forces was a police force/paramilitary force established to eliminate the Maoists, not to deal with the Pakistani military. Who would think of the mortar? The most they thought was that some IED exploded.

But soon, reality will give these still confused officers an unforgettable "hammer".

There was a low rumble in my ears, and then a violent explosion exploded in the night sky. Mortar shells fell like raindrops (this is just the feeling of the Cobra Special Forces, there are not so many), accompanied by a whistling sound, hitting the area centered on the command tent. The canvas of the command tent was torn in the explosion, and the flames spread rapidly, engulfing everything.

Those members of the Cobra Special Forces who did not immediately go up with the command tent shouted loudly in horror. They rushed out of the tents and ran in the dark night and dense artillery fire. The forest was filled with explosions and people's shouts. Trees were hit by artillery fire and made frightening cracking sounds. From time to time, huge branches fell to the ground and hit the soldiers who were running around.

The artillery fire became more and more intense, and the whole forest seemed to be engulfed in a sea of ​​fire (still just the feeling of the Cobra Special Forces, in fact, there were not so many), the air waves generated by the explosions set off waves of heat, and smoke and dust filled the air, choking people to breathe. There were fresh craters everywhere on the ground, and the Cobra troops guarding the forest camp were like fish on a chopping board, and could only passively take the beating.

"Enemy attack! Seek cover!"

It is not known whether the Maoists were really in a situation of being leaderless, but the two thousand-man Cobra Special Forces were indeed leaderless. The most junior officers who were not qualified to enter the command tent to listen to the instructions of their superiors had to rely on shouting to command. Fortunately, they were really the elite of the police force and did not fall into chaos and completely lose command after the first round of attacks.

Of course, although the squad and platoon levels could still receive orders and exercise control, the company and battalion levels were in complete chaos. The Cobra Special Forces, a light infantry team composed purely of light weapons, was passively beaten under the suppression of mortars, with no senior commander to tell them whether to retreat, attack or defend.

When the mortar bombardment ended, the Indian People's Liberation Army soldiers, under the cover of artillery fire, had advanced to a distance visible to the naked eye of the Cobra troops. The machine gunners and various assault rifles of the Cobra troops immediately opened fire to try to suppress the enemy's advance, but in the darkness, they could hardly see the enemy's position. The PLA soldiers with camouflage on their faces seemed to be integrated into the forest, rushing towards them like an arrow from a string, their figures looming in the moonlight. The Cobra troops could only shoot blindly in vain in the direction of the gunfire. Only in the flickering firelight could the resolute faces of the PLA soldiers be seen occasionally.

At this moment, a dazzling white light suddenly lit up in the night sky. Several flares were fired over the heads of the government troops, instantly illuminating the entire battlefield. The originally dark forest suddenly became as bright as day. At this moment, the machine gun firepower of the Indian People's Liberation Army began to show its power, and dense rain of bullets poured into the positions of the Cobra troops, smashing the tents into pieces. Bullets whizzed past my ears, and from time to time someone was shot and fell down.

As for the Indian People's Liberation Army, their company and platoon cadres kept reminding them, "Pay attention to spread out! Keep intervals!" Even in the process of fighting, just as their teachers taught them, how far is this distance? Considering the reality that the grassroots units of the Communist Party of India and Maoists rely on shouting, this distance is based on hearing the squad leader's command. It is also necessary to constantly remind them to rotate the fire group and the assault group. Not everyone can rush forward blindly, nor can everyone stop and fire to suppress.

From the perspective of the Cobra Force, they were first subjected to a completely unexpected fire attack, and then saw enemies on all sides. The soldiers of the Cobra Force huddled behind shelters made of messy items, or simply lay on the ground, too scared to get up. They held their rifles with trembling hands, their faces were pale, beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on their foreheads, and fear almost swallowed them.

Only occasionally hearing their commander shouting "Hold on! Hold on! Our reinforcements will be here soon! When it comes to daytime, our friendly forces and planes in the sky will be here!" prevented the Cobra members from being completely consumed by fear and allowed them to still shoot at the leaping figures in the darkness.

In fact, the Cobra troops saw only a part of the Indian People's Liberation Army. Most of them were just making feint attacks on a wide front, and the real assault troops were only deployed on a narrow front, piercing through the Cobra troops' rough defense line like a sharp knife.

The tip of the spearhead force is the group of players who are fearless.

The dark forest was lit up by the flames of war, and the noise of battle filled every inch of the air. The trees trembled slightly under the vibration of the gunfire, and bullets whizzed through the branches from time to time, bringing with them a series of rapid sounds of breaking through the air. A fully armed military academy instructor was crawling on the ground, trying his best not to be discovered by the enemy. The enemy's machine gun fire occasionally swept the land around him, splashing pieces of soil and fallen leaves. The bullets were as dense as raindrops, and the enemy's machine gun fire seemed to block every direction of advance.

Finally, he arrived at a relatively hidden position, which was only sixty meters away from the enemy's machine gun position. There was a shallow pit caused by a mortar shell, and the bodies of his comrades and enemies could be used as cover. It could accommodate his body temporarily. The view here was wide and it was also suitable for launching rockets. After the player climbed into the shallow pit, he quickly loaded it, then suddenly half-crouched up, and adjusted the angle of the rocket launcher in an instant like flowing water, aiming at the enemy's firepower point.

At the same moment, the enemy's machine gun suddenly noticed his intention, and a dense rain of bullets poured towards the player's position. As the bullets flew around the player, a sharp whistling sound was heard, and the player steadily pressed the launch button. The rocket ejected from the tube, with a blazing tail flame, and rushed straight to the enemy's machine gun position. Then, a deafening explosion broke out at the target, or perhaps this round of barrels also hit the fuel and ammunition piled behind the machine gun bunker, and a huge fireball soared into the sky, instantly engulfing the enemy's position. The shock wave generated by the explosion swept across the battlefield, blowing the surrounding trees and debris to the ground.

The sound of machine gun fire came to an abrupt end, replaced by the aftermath of explosions and the crackling of burning. There was nothing in front that could stop the advance of the Indian People's Liberation Army. The blood-thirsty Maoist fighters mounted bayonets on their assault rifles, ready to kill. But could the Cobra Special Forces give the PLA such an opportunity? When the PLA advanced to a position only 20 meters away from them, the members of the Cobra Force dropped their weapons in unison and raised their hands in surrender.

At this moment, an Indian People's Liberation Army platoon leader and several soldiers were supporting the player shooting the rocket launcher who was sitting on the ground and couldn't get up, and they were a little overwhelmed.

"This is, this is the teacher's blood, teacher..."

"Why are you crying? I asked you why you're crying?!! Hurry up and get a bandage to help me stop the bleeding! Who taught you battlefield first aid? You're not going to fail this class, are you?

Chapter 226: This is already a serious rebellion

Overnight, all 2000 Cobra special forces were wiped out. Except for hundreds of people who died in the battle, the rest were captured.

At the end of this battle known as the "Snake Valley Finale", the sky had just brightened, the forest was awakened by the sun, and the morning mist slowly dissipated, revealing lush trees and rolling hills. Several helicopters hovered over the forest at low altitude, and the roar of the engines broke the tranquility of the mountains. The pilots stared at the scene below, looking for any suspicious signs. The photographer in the cabin was busy using the camera to record every detail on the ground.

"Deflect 20 degrees east and lower altitude to 100 meters."

The helicopter slowly adjusted its direction and altitude. The pilots held their breath and carefully controlled the helicopter.

As the altitude decreased, the situation on the ground became more visible. In the dense jungle, traces of yesterday's fierce battle could still be seen - trees that had been blown down, bushes that had been trampled by many people, and shell craters on the ground. The photographer's lens captured more details, including a discarded military cap, a rifle half-buried in fallen leaves, and a charred canvas tent.

Witnessing this extremely wide-ranging battle zone and the tragic scenes on the ground, the photographer was shocked and said: "This is not something that a Maoist armed force can do. I would rather believe that it was the Pakistanis who attacked..."

"Keep searching, don't miss any detail."

The helicopter continued to hover over the forest, with the crew's eyes fixed on the ground, hoping to find survivors or traces of the enemy. However, they found nothing except traces of death and destruction. The Maoist armed forces were like ghosts, completing this deadly attack at night and disappearing quietly in the vast forest.

The Cobra Special Forces did not last until the day, so naturally they could not last until the reinforcements arrived. If you want to know why the Indian government did not send reinforcements at night, it was because they had to hold a meeting. Especially when the Cobra Special Forces, which numbered up to 2,000 people, were beaten and needed reinforcements, the Indian government could not simply send a few helicopters or a small number of troops to help. It would definitely require the use of many aircraft and troops. However, this undoubtedly required high-level department leaders to sit together for a meeting.

The Indian government departments rarely showed high efficiency. They actually held a meeting overnight instead of discussing it during working hours the next day. After a night of intense discussion, the support plan was finally finalized. Then, the helicopter team monitoring the battlefield received news that there was no sound of fighting in the forest, and the battle should be over.

"This is already a huge rebellion!"

Who could have imagined that a Maoist guerrilla group that at most carried out guerrilla harassment and attacked dozens of policemen a year ago would actually send away 2,000 Cobra special forces, one of the trump cards of the Indian Ministry of Home Affairs, before the arrival of the millennium.

Now, once the Cobra Force was defeated, all other police forces in the Awakening Operation were in a state of panic and gathered together for warmth. The so-called "strategic village" and "fire line" were also destroyed. After all, a team of 2,000 people could be surrounded by the Maoists. How could other police forces be more powerful than the Cobra Force?

If we continue to divide our forces, we will be courting death, and we will be defeated one by one by the Maoists. If we reduce our forces, the dragnet search will fail. This is like fishing in the sea. With the same amount of rope, you can either make a thicker net, which is stronger, but the fish will have more room to move around, so you will catch fewer fish; or make a finer net, which will catch more fish, but the net itself is not so strong and can be easily smashed by some big fish.

Now, the battle of "Snake Valley Jue Xiang" has shown that even a "rope" of 2,000 special forces cannot stop the "big fish" of the Maoist armed forces. If we don't want this net to be torn to pieces, we must take the initiative to shrink it.

As a result, the bases and guerrilla areas controlled by the Maoists had more room for activities, and the situation of being gradually suffocated by the step-by-step net could finally come to an end. Once the central reserve police shrank, the returning groups such as the "Greyhound Commando" naturally had no support. The landlords who escaped quickly slipped back to the big cities, and those who stubbornly wanted to continue working were quickly arrested by the guerrilla army and then arranged for public trial.

While the Maoists were rejoicing, the Indian government did not think about continuing to push the "Awakening Operation" (mainly because it could not push it any further), but was eager to hold a meeting to pass the buck. So who should take the blame?

"Of course the intelligence agencies should bear the greatest responsibility! Just like the Kargil conflict this year!"

In 1999, the Indian government was at war with two old rivals, one was the Maoists and the other was Pakistan. The Kargil conflict was the result of the war with Pakistan.

Before the Kargil conflict broke out, Indian intelligence agencies had found out that Pakistan had purchased a large number of boots and tents for use in high-altitude areas, but due to insufficient intelligence analysis capabilities, the intelligence agencies did not identify the hidden signs of war. In the early stages of the conflict, India sent a "Canberra" PR-57 electronic reconnaissance aircraft equipped with image reconnaissance equipment to conduct aerial tactical reconnaissance, but the surface-to-air missiles deployed by the Pakistani army shot down an Indian Air Force "Canberra" reconnaissance aircraft that was performing a reconnaissance mission. Then the Indian military's aerial reconnaissance ended hastily, and almost no valuable intelligence was found. It was not until the later stage that India sent the Mirage-2000 to intervene in the war and reversed the situation.

This time, India's intelligence department failed as usual. Not only did they fail to find out how the Maoists had a regular army that could completely wipe out the Cobra troops, but they were fooled by the opponent's radio bait throughout the fight and did not realize that a large combat force was gathering in the forest. With so many Maoist troops, could they be mobilized by pigeons? It's impossible. Modern communication equipment must be used. How could the intelligence department not detect it? This is a serious dereliction of duty!

India's intelligence system has failed many times, and this time is no exception. The decline of India's intelligence system is also due to historical reasons.

First, to date, India's intelligence agency has no formal charter, no clear organizational system, functions and tasks, and no formal legal status, even though it has been established for almost 150 years. When nothing is formalized, military intelligence work is carried out entirely based on the intelligence department's own judgment and the wishes and whims of political leaders.

For example, when Vip Singh came to power in 1990, he needed an Indian National Security Council, so he set one up. When it was no longer needed, he gave it up, discarded it like a foot cloth. When India conducted nuclear tests in 1998, the BJP government also needed it, and the National Security Council was reborn.

Secondly, since the work of the intelligence system depends on the will and whim of political leaders, it is destined that the intelligence system will be used for political struggles, and even more resources will be used for struggles. Once you stand on the wrong side in this process, the consequences will be very serious.

For example, in history, the Indira Gandhi government used the support of the intelligence system to arrest hundreds of opposition members, including Desai, on suspicion of terrorist activities. Later, the BJP won the election and Desai became prime minister. He immediately retaliated against the intelligence system. The director was dismissed from his post without reason, and the intelligence work being carried out by the intelligence system was comprehensively liquidated and sanctioned. The intelligence personnel were suppressed through forced layoffs, suspension of remuneration, political persecution, etc., which completely disintegrated the intelligence results that the Research and Analysis Bureau had painstakingly built over the years.

Finally, India's intelligence system is also very unprofessional, and the people engaged in intelligence work are also very unprofessional. Intelligence reconnaissance methods can often only provide intelligence data and primary intelligence products, and cannot obtain the intention. Only through careful intelligence analysis can the enemy's intention be obtained. Therefore, intelligence analysis is the central link of modern intelligence work, however...

India is almost the only country in the world that employs temporary workers to conduct intelligence analysis. Generally speaking, intelligence analysis is the most challenging and demanding part of intelligence work, with the highest requirements for intelligence and experience, the most complicated process, and the most interference factors.

The elements of intelligence cannot be replaced by technology. However, it is precisely in such an important link that the Indian intelligence system recruits and appoints temporary workers to perform intelligence analysis. In addition, a large number of privileged people use their connections to insert people who have not received any training into the intelligence agencies, and use the work experience of the intelligence agencies as a springboard to enter the Ministry of Foreign Affairs or other important departments, making the intelligence system, which should have been "smart and capable", full of people who just get by.