Li Mu stepped out of the armored off-road vehicle, and the mountain wind at night brought a disgusting smell of blood. The place where the Hindustan cavalry used to be located has become a hell of flesh and blood.

Helicopter gunships, guns, rockets, and surface-to-surface missiles plowed through the area, and almost no one survived such dense fire. There were stumps and severed arms everywhere, wounds were torn into disgusting mop shapes by shock waves, and some people were shot in the head, their entire heads disappeared, and Bai Sensen's spine was exposed.

Even though most of the soldiers were not recruits, they were still disgusted by this horrific scene.

"Damn, it's a good thing the Hindustani don't have helicopter gunships, otherwise I would have broken my leg and went back to Zhongzhou."

Yang Xingchen was holding the rifle, and he saw a thigh that had been torn off the human body, and he felt sick to his stomach again.

Li Mu glanced at him, self-harming to escape the battle, and was going to court martial. The military doctors of the Zhuxia army have the means to find out whether they are self-harming or wounded, and treat them as fools, and the only end is to become fools themselves.

"Although the Hindustani people don't have advanced weapons, they have powerful clans, remember that ground-dwelling basilisk, the Hindustan people must have a lot of such monsters, don't take it lightly."

In the original plot, the Ouroboros awakened the sleeping Holy Demon Clan, and cooperated with the industrialists, and the Zhuxia army stationed on the Deccan Plateau suffered heavy losses and was almost wiped out. Even Zhongzhou's hasty formation of an expeditionary force did not get any bargain, and under the attack of the Holy Demon Clan, it barely maintained the battle line, and after the logistics transfer base located on the plateau was destroyed by the Clan, it evacuated in embarrassment.

Looking at the corpses on the ground, Li Mu's heart was solemn, when facing the dependents, the Zhuxia soldiers were not much stronger than these Hindustan cavalry.

"Find out if there are any survivors, beware of the thunder."

Li Mu held the gun and tore open a package of self-heating food for the No. 18 individual soldier. He hadn't eaten anything all day, and he was hungry by now.

The recipe for the No. 18 self-heating food is braised beef rice + pickled cucumber + scone + a slice of blueberry-flavored vitamin effervescent tablets. Although it doesn't taste great, it can fully replenish the energy needed by the human body.

The red beef is mixed with large pieces of pale yellow fat, with a plastic taste, the scones are sweet and hard as stones, and the effervescent tablets are filled with a lot of salt in order to replenish the electrolytes, which is by no means delicious. Only pickled cucumbers are somewhat like regular pickles and have a bit of a taste.

When Zhang Tao saw the beef, he began to retch, almost throwing up his stomach.

Li Mu kicked him in the ass.

"Go find the survivors who survived, if you can't even hold up such a scene, in the land of the Deccan Plateau, you might as well commit suicide as soon as possible."

As he spoke, he squatted on the side of the car and munched on it, and soon ate all the braised beef and rice, even the bitter and salty effervescent water.

"Platoon commander, I found a living one."

Suddenly, a soldier shouted that he had found a seriously wounded man in the pile of corpses.

Li Mu threw the things in his hand, grabbed the rifle in his hand, and walked up.

The badly wounded man was lucky, his mount was in the way, and the cannonballs fired from the cannon broke into several pieces after piercing through the strong body of the cyborg velociraptor and decayed its kinetic energy. A piece of shrapnel got stuck in his chest, breaking several ribs, but it wasn't fatal.

"I don't think this kid is even thirteen years old, he's still a child, but he's much more skilled at killing people than we are."

A soldier pulled the seriously wounded man's helmet with his foot, revealing his face.

Li Mu tore open his clothes and looked at the tattoo he had tattooed on his right arm, on which was tattooed a three-headed and six-armed Naga green fang, hideous and terrifying.

"The people of the Naga tribe, they are the main force of the Hindustani."

His face was a little serious, and he patted the seriously wounded man on the cheek with the butt of his gun.

"How many of you came? Where are the main forces? ”

The Naga tribe is a large tribe of the Hindustani people with a large population and strong armament.

"Damned unbelievers, you must not want to know this from my mouth, they will avenge me by cutting off your head as a sacrifice."

The face of the seriously injured man was distorted, and he looked at Li Mu with a vicious gaze.

It is really a little frightening to have such a cruel, beast-like gaze on a child's face.

"So, you really have the main force, right?"

Li Mu's face remained unchanged, with his will, how could he be frightened by a child.

The seriously wounded man's face showed an angry expression, he knew that he had been tricked, and before he could utter the vicious curse, a gunshot rang out, and a bullet burst his head.

"Platoon commander, don't you torture and torture?"

Someone asked in surprise.

"I can't ask anything, he's been brainwashed, and in his rigid stone-like brain, there's nothing but Yama."

Li Mu shook his head, and this kid was already seriously injured, and if the torture was a little more cruel, he would not be able to hold on to death, and there was really no need for torture.

"Get in the car, let's get out of here, damn it, if the regiment doesn't promise to send reinforcements over, we'll leave the Ladakh Mountains."

As he spoke, he sat into the armored SUV and closed his eyes in contemplation.

Now Li Mu didn't know that Salman, who had attacked the security zone earlier, was also a member of the Naga tribe, but his intuitive judgment was that a big war was coming.

The Naga tribe went shirtless and no longer expelled those small and medium-sized tribes to fight against Zhuxia, which was a strong signal that the scale of the war was no longer under the control of both sides.

At this point, the whereabouts of the two nuclear bombs no longer matter, and the entire Deccan Plateau has been embroiled in a great upheaval.

Now the Ladakh Mountains are gathering like a flesh mill, about to crush the flesh and blood of countless people. These tragic deaths of the Hindustan cavalry were just the beginning.

Heavy, bulletproof tires crush the gravel in the wilderness with a disturbing creak.

There were no further attacks along the way, and by the time they returned to the outpost, most of the blast walls on the perimeter had been repaired, and the third shift had worked all night, not even daring to rest for a moment. It's just that the ruins inside the outpost aren't so easy to clean up, not much better than when they left.

"Dig a single pit first, sleep in a single pit at night, and be vigilant in rotation so as not to be touched by the Hindustani. The captives were put in the basement, and they were given food, so that they would not starve to death, and that they should have a good rest, because there might not even be time to rest in the future. ”

Li Mu looked at the pitch-black sky, his face gloomy.