Insufficient balance

  "Older brother, second older brother!"

  Excited shouts came from the side of the road, and looking at the fat man who suddenly emerged from a clump of grass with a GPS1 sniper rifle after shaking off his camouflage net, Long Sun Ting and I shouted in unison: "Yang Qing, you little devil are still alive?!"

  "Of course, I'm a dream sniper, how could I die so easily!" Yang Qing excitedly nodded repeatedly, pulling up a soldier who was also carrying a sniper rifle from beside him, and shouted: "Big brother, second brother, let me introduce you to a friend! His name is Bai Ruiqi, don't look at his bookish appearance, he's actually the 27th place winner in the national military shooting competition. However, it's said that if it were just a simple comparison of sniper rifle skills, he could at least make it into the top ten nationally. Just now, if it weren't for his help, our boss would have been taken out by the Indian sniper hiding behind when he jumped onto that freak magnetic explosion tank."

  Bai Rui Qi is a handsome boy, about 1.7 meters tall, wearing glasses, even if he's wearing military uniform and holding a sniper rifle that's still smoking, I couldn't associate him with the word "soldier". There's something about him that makes me think he's more suited to playing the piano or painting, inspired by art. When Long Sun Ting and I looked at him, his face actually turned red, and no matter how you look at it, he didn't seem like a war machine that had just sniped 7 or 8 enemies.

  Chang Sun Ting whistled and exclaimed, "Wow, you're just like a beautiful young man from a Japanese comic book! Your face is even redder than I've ever seen before. It's such a waste that you didn't become the white prince of a girl's dreams, but instead ran to the battlefield to risk your life. Be careful on the battlefield, or if you're not careful and get captured by some guys with unusual tastes, you'll be in big trouble."

  Ba Rui Qi's face turned even redder, and that "cute" expression made me involuntarily feel a slight flutter in my heart. His voice also carried a magnetic charm that could captivate both men and women, and with a light tone, he managed to make Long Sun Ting's entire body tingle: "You have to be careful on the battlefield too, we're currently surrounded, and bullets can fly out from any direction at any time. What's even more terrifying is if you offend a sniper on the battlefield, forcing him to take aim at your head with his sniper rifle... then you'll really be in trouble. Stray bullets can sometimes be the deadliest attack."

  As Bai Ruiqi walked quickly over, his body intentionally or unintentionally leaned slightly to one side, and the butt of the sniper rifle "lightly" bumped into Long Sunting's left leg, which was injured when he jumped off the car, causing Long Sunting to jump three feet high in pain.

  Chang Sun Ting pointed at Bai Rui Qi and shouted: "You, you, you......"

  Bai Ruiqi gazed at Yang Qing and said casually, "So the second brother you've always strongly admired is actually a little stutterer. His movements are so comically humorous that they're cute, but instead of joining the circus as a clown to entertain the audience, he's running around on the battlefield risking his life. What a waste! If he's not careful and gets captured by the Indian military, and then sold to the circus to dance with poisonous snakes in a tank, he'll be in for it."

  I couldn't help but burst out laughing at the sight of Long Sun Ting, who was momentarily speechless. It seemed that this time he had finally met his match. For some reason, from the moment they first met, Long Sun Ting and Bai Rui Qi gave me a sense of tension, like two little roosters who had just learned to fight, staring fiercely at each other. After a few rounds of probing and testing, both became cautious.

  "Someone in the distance shouted loudly: 'All officers and above, come to the meeting immediately! Others, divide into two groups, one group sweeps the battlefield and replenishes ammunition from the enemy as much as possible, and the other group stands guard on the spot!"

  There were only fifteen people gathered at the temporary command post, including myself. Among them, ten were squad leaders, three were platoon leaders, one was a company commander, and one was a battalion commander. In just one planned parachute drop that should have been injury-free, we lost most of our combat backbone. Without the leadership of the lowest-level officers, the execution of orders for the entire assault team would be severely affected. Suddenly, the soldiers on guard at the front burst into cheers, and in our gaze, another twenty or thirty people formed a small team with several wounded men rushing to the gathering point. A platoon leader and a squad leader joined our temporary emergency military meeting.

  The lieutenant colonel swept his gaze over all of us, and among the seventeen people present, half were injured, with two looking like they had already lost their basic combat effectiveness. He said in a low voice: "We have already lost contact with headquarters, and before we entered the ambush circle, the enemy forcibly cut into our communication frequency through electronic interference. With our current communication equipment, it is impossible to counterattack against the Indian army. Moreover... I suspect that India has deciphered our military's communication code, which is why they were able to launch a sneak attack on the X Division and set up a killing zone on the route we must take."

  Everyone remained silent, there was no worse news than this, deep in enemy territory and lost contact with headquarters. We had no supplies, no reinforcements, no firepower support, and had to face ten times or even a hundred times the enemy's pursuit and suppression. There were enemy firing points everywhere, and at any time we would be subjected to the bombardment of 155mm caliber heavy artillery. The continuous battle was depleting our troops, the wounded could not receive basic medical treatment, and they could not become prisoners of the enemy... Even an army made of iron could not withstand such consumption of combat.

  This situation reminds me of the desperate situation faced by Xiang Yu, the Overlord of Western Chu, surrounded by enemies on all sides and with no support, the morale of the assault team will inevitably plummet.

  "Three days!" The lieutenant colonel said in a low voice: "In any case, we must hold on for three days under such bad conditions until the military district headquarters successfully rescues Lieutenant Colonel Bu Shanna and her anti-terrorism strike team. I'd like to hear everyone's opinions. Now we have two minutes to study our future strategy."

  Everyone stared blankly at the military map spread out on a large stone, facing the powerful Indian AS-3, which was fully equipped with advanced technology. Even if we wanted to launch a surprise attack, it had to be based on familiarity with the terrain and the support of local residents. Now, let's not mention supporting for three days, just now, if it weren't for the variable caused by me and Zhang Sun Ting's group, I'm afraid our entire assault team would have been wiped out by the enemy's magnetic explosion tank.

  I crouched in front of this military map, carefully looking at each coordinate, cautiously judging every possible enemy stronghold, and finally fixed my gaze on one location, saying in a low voice: "Colonel, what we are facing now is an armed group composed of mercenaries from different countries, not some regular army that must face diplomatic pressure and humanitarian condemnation. Since we have been bombed as terrorists and tested with various special weapons that violate international conventions, why can't we show our rogue nature?

  Under the gaze of everyone's astonishment, I revealed a smile full of strong confidence, and suddenly slammed my fist heavily onto the map, roaring: "A cornered dog will jump over a wall, now let those Indian bastards know what kind of heavy losses we'll bring to them! Our mission is to attract the attention of the Indian army and create the best favorable environment for the rescue plan of the General Military Region. Why don't we make it a loud and intense one, making the world watch with eyes wide open?"

  As I drew out the marching route with a red pencil, even the calm and composed Major couldn't help but reveal an expression of disbelief. I sneered and said: "What's the best way to inflict the greatest damage on those Indian bastards? Of course, it's to bring the warfire into their cities! Bin Laden used just over a dozen people, a few broken guns, and hijacked three civilian planes to knock down the World Trade Center in America, letting the Americans taste the most painful defeat. We, the elite of China's military, how could we be any worse than them? They have strategic bombers, Al-Khun heavy tanks, magnetic explosion warcars that we've never seen before, and their damn motorized troops! So let these bastards bring out all these weapons in their own cities! If they don't use these toys, but only rely on the submachine guns in their hands, what makes those boy scouts think they can compete with us?"

  The battle line I drew was very simple, we launched a forced march to break through the enemy's possible obstruction, and dispersed into Davang before being strangled by their main force, leaving behind some soldiers disguised as terrorists, and then the main force turned to fight in Shinzong.

  If we can still survive in this harsh environment after a series of bloody battles, our small team will inevitably become the focus of attention from all over the world. At that time, for the Indian authorities, what Bao Shana and Chinese special anti-terrorism assault teams are all nonsense. Even if it's just to save their own face, they'll surround us to death like a mad bull.

  "Has everyone seen the most classic performance of terrorists in the news broadcast?" I smiled and said: "On the way to the expedition, everyone has rehearsed several times in their hearts. After occupying Indian cities, whether to play the role of the Japanese Red Army or to play the most loyal follower of Bin Laden, it's all up to individual preferences."

  The lieutenant colonel's watch emitted a soft hum, and the lieutenant colonel suddenly stood up and said: "Three minutes later, Indian Air Force bombers and armed helicopters will arrive. We no longer have time to discuss it. If everyone has no objection, let's take our lives to make a desperate attempt once!"

  Those who supported this raid on India and dared to sign up were all bold and fearless. After a night of bloody battle, seeing comrades die one by one, a faint killing intent accumulated on each person's body. When they saw my unorthodox and unconventional battle plan that couldn't be made public, everyone stared with red eyes, and surprisingly, 100% nodded in agreement.

  "I leaned against the wall and said, 'As the saying goes, **looting, killing, arson, this is the eight-character motto of bandits, terrorists.** Every man wants to do such things, but we are soldiers after all, we can't die for our country while also making the big shots in the military district jump with rage and curse wildly. So no one is allowed to cross the line on this matter. When the time comes, I will lead my squad to monitor each of you, if anyone is found... they will be killed without mercy! Even if some Indian hippie suddenly goes crazy, strips naked and jumps into your arms, if you can't shoot them dead before they jump into your arms, I'll shoot you two dead!"

  Listening to my calm and serene tone, everyone in the room including that major looked at me, this little squad leader, and involuntarily shivered.

  As we quickly retreated into the dense forest, I continued to instruct the core members of the assault team: "It's all about killing and arson, but killing different people and setting different fires will have different effects. Here, it's about achieving a dual effect of quality and quantity. Killing a hundred ordinary people is not as sensational as killing a thousand, but killing a thousand ordinary people may not be as effective as assassinating the mayor of India in stirring up the world media."

  The people around me nodded in understanding, some shook their heads in dismay, but when I thought that my life was not long and what I did was only to be loyal to the country, the infamy created could be shifted to Eastern Wu. Hearing this, I finally couldn't help but ask: "Even if I stole $1 million, wouldn't it be pointless?"

  "Idiot!" I glared at him and said, "As long as we can rush to Shendu Temple, the mission will be accomplished. By then, you'll have money in your pocket and can think of a way to sneak back home. It's not easy to get a lot of cash, but running into some five-star silver and gold store and grabbing a dozen or so large African natural diamonds shouldn't be a problem, right? If you can bring them back home, you'll have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of your life, and you can have all the women you want."

  Seeing that guy nodding repeatedly, Zhang Sun Ting whispered in my ear: "Brother, isn't this move of yours a bit too much? Do you really want to turn professional soldiers into bandits?"

  I sighed and said, "What can we do? We've already become a scattered and isolated group of defeated soldiers. Morale is low and if I don't use some extreme measures, how can I help Bo Suna? Even if it's to die for the country, I want to die with some meaning."