Indian border post.

Ricksh was an ordinary officer, and his life had always been very ordinary, nothing more than eating and drinking in the barracks, and if necessary, he would go to the border in a sedan chair carried by inferior people.

Although it is difficult to make meritorious contributions, for Kshatriyas, who have a deep background and have already had a way out, the so-called military merits are not important at all.

As long as you stay on the "front line" honestly and brush up enough time and seniority, you will be able to return to the capital smoothly and embark on the road to promotion.

Therefore, with such a mentality, he has always been extremely weak in border affairs.

But recently, there has been a change in his lackluster mentality.

The reason is simple, through some special channels, he got a message:

Relations between the United States and China are about to become more tense, and confrontation may become the mainstream in the future.

This news is extremely credible, after all, as far as he knows, the two sides have already joined forces in the Darfur region of Africa, but they have not escalated into a direct conflict.

Then, in this case, it seems that I suddenly have an opportunity that I can't seek.

If we can show our loyalty to the US side through certain things, then we will definitely get no less than Darfur

You know, Darfur is far away in Africa, and you are in China's backyard.

If they can make trouble, can't we?

The more Rickish thought about it, the more agitated he became, and he almost couldn't resist to act immediately.

So, just tonight, on the traditional Chinese New Year's Eve in China, he quietly planned a sinister mission.

He planned to lead his subordinates to the border line and send a special "New Year blessing" to the Chinese soldiers stationed there.

As for the gifts. Stones and ice, of course.

It's not like no one has done anything like this before, but there is definitely no better timing than the current one.

The New Year is the time for the other party's family reunion, and those border officers are still standing guard.

Their morale must have been extremely low, right?

Once you succeed in your sneak attack, you may be able to achieve significant results.

And with this victory, he will become the youngest and most courageous officer in the whole of India.

The road to promotion will be extremely smooth, even if it is his father's political enemy, it will be impossible to embarrass himself anymore.

The desire in his heart grew stronger and stronger, even to the point of devouring reason, so that afternoon, Ricksh organized his team and prepared to organize a "routine patrol".

He spent half an hour explaining the plan of action and half an hour boosting morale.

When everything was ready, the team set off in gear.

The trek is arduous, especially as the sun is about to set and the temperature is getting cooler.

But at the same time, Ricksh's heart is on fire.

Because he knows that the great future is only one step away from him, as long as he crosses it, his whole world will be different.

Two hours later, he finally saw the Huaxia outpost in the distance.

With less than half an hour to go before it got dark, he planned to wait until it was completely dark before carrying out his sneak attack plan.

In his opinion, that was the safest strategy.

While waiting, the guards helped him set up a simple windproof tent and make hot tea, and he comfortably enjoyed the beautiful scenery of the sunset, imagining the refreshing feeling of trampling those Chinese people under his feet after occupying the outpost, and even the warm tea seemed to become hot.

It's coming, it's coming, it's ten minutes away

He watched the afterglow of the setting sun in the eastern sky, and secretly clapped in his heart.

However, just before the sun was about to set completely, a huge black shadow suddenly appeared in his vision.

The black shadow dragged a long stream of flames and wake, carrying a majestic thunderclap rolling in.

It only took a few breaths for the black eagle to come over his head.

It was during those few breaths that Ricksh understood what he was seeing.

That's one, stealth strategic bomber.

It is the one that Huaxia just reported some time ago.

What is it here for?

How did it fly so far, didn't it say in the northwest?

Is it here to protect the outpost?

Or is it said. His purpose was originally himself?

A series of questions came to Ricksh's mind, more complex than his brain could handle.

He watched in amazement as the plane circled above him, then as it accelerated up and turned away with its back to him.

All ambition vanished, and when the snow on the mountain peaks fell with a loud bang, Ricksh suddenly understood a truth:

The world has changed.

The balance of power on this so-called marginal line has been upset.

And all the Indian soldiers who are still stationed on the marginal line will be forced to face the same problem:

Ghostly bombers fly over their heads all year round, but they have no way to track and strike at all.

Ricksh shuddered, and a dangerous instinct rose from within.

What does the future hold?

Is conflict really confined to stones?

Could the plane, its magazine, suddenly open on an ordinary afternoon?

Ricksh didn't dare think about it anymore.

He returned silently with his team, without anyone questioning.

The first thing he did when he returned to the camp was to call his father.

He only said one thing:

"I'm going home."

Vietnam, ship port.

After the last confrontation, Nguyen Dung Luong's status in the army has been seriously reduced.

He desperately wants to find a breakthrough to reclaim what he has been.

But the reality is cruel, and we have no military superiority and no more powerful foreign aid.

Even their own planes were blocked inland by the opponent's fourth-generation aircraft formation, and they did not dare to take a step forward in front of the sea to the east.

There are so few forces he can mobilize, not to mention changing the situation, and even fighting for a little dignity for himself has become a luxury.

So, he had to sit in his office day after day, studying his opponents through various means.

From politics to economics, from military to cultural, none of them will be abandoned.

He has only one purpose, and that is:

When one day, when his research is thorough enough, he will not hesitate to grasp the flaws of the other party and launch a counterattack with thunderous momentum.

In order to fight back like this, he has been operating in secret.

This includes not only the upgrading of equipment, but also the training of the will of the soldiers under him.

He was sure that under his own training, it only took two months for those soldiers who were originally like soft eggs to be reborn into real warriors.

time, just give him some more time.

Time is so urgent, so tight that even on the special day of the Spring Festival, when he is eating Chinese New Year's Eve dinner with his family, he is still thinking about future plans.

He was once confident, thinking that as long as he worked hard enough, he could get a chance to turn the tables.

However, on this evening, a small incident shattered all his illusions.

First of all, at the dinner table, everyone heard a continuous and strange roar.

Everyone thought it was Air Force training, but when they ran to the window to check, the sky was clear.

Nothing could be seen, and the low, distant roar seemed to come from the void.

Everyone was puzzled by this, but Ruan Yongliang didn't care.

He just eats his food while studying his training regimen.

The nightmare came because his youngest son turned on the TV.

And this satellite TV is connected to Huaxia's TV program.

The Spring Festival Gala was going on there, and out of curiosity about his opponent, Ruan Yongliang also took a few looks.

However, it was these glances that made him understand where the roar was coming from.

——

H-20。

It flew over.

And it's not just a walk around a small island, as it said in the party.

It even took a break and flew over its own head.

And our own air defense radar did not find any problems from beginning to end.

This is absolutely a serious insult.

Sounds can be heard, even visible to the naked eye, but radar can't catch them

This is no longer a matter of technology generational differences.

Your army is like a child, trying to fight an enemy with real swords and guns with a few toys in your hand.

That's right, after the birth of the H-20, all your equipment has been reduced to toys.

Ruan Yongliang suddenly came to his senses.

He realized something:

The side has no chance, and even the right to "confrontation" has been completely lost.

It's late, so to speak, "finished".

Ruan Yongliang silently finished the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, and then he picked up the phone and dialed the headquarters.

On the phone, he said only two words:

"There is no need to suspend special training."

"I am applying to resign from my current position, and I am going back to retirement"

On the other side of the sea, in the corner tower office.

Bob silently watched the edited Spring Festival Gala program, and his already wrinkled face was almost twisted together.

He looked at the assistant opposite and asked:

"So, at the time of the current credible intelligence, the opponent's strategic bomber completed the ultra-long-distance excitation within five hours, and did not even carry out in-flight refueling in the process?"

The assistant hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded helplessly.

"Yes, that's an exaggerated performance."

"According to the data they leaked before, the maximum speed of this fighter is more than Mach 2.2 and the maximum range is more than 12,000 kilometers."

"We would have taken this data, after all, it was amazing enough for the first strategic bomber."

"But we still underestimate them."

"If this is really the data, then it is impossible for them to complete so many 'place collections' in such a short period of time under the premise of continuous high-speed maneuvering."

"The maximum speed of this aircraft is indeed more than Mach 2.2, but at least Mach 5 remains."

"The maximum range is also more than 12,000 kilometers, but it is likely that there are 6,000 kilometers left"

Hearing the assistant's words, Bob sighed heavily.

Then, he couldn't help but speak, and cursed viciously:

"These damn Huaxia people, I already knew they couldn't be so open and honest."

"They have long had their own reliance, and now, relying on such dependence, they have begun to gradually get involved in our vested interests."

"That's right."

The assistant sighed as well.

"According to their program, this H-20 only flew through their airspace."

"But in reality, both to the south and to the west, the plane made additional flights."

"There's no doubt that this is putting pressure on their opponents – and the opponents who are being pressured are already compromised"

"Why? How was it compromised? ”

Bob asked.

"First of all, India, several officers in charge of the border camps asked to leave, they were completely frightened by the H-20, and everyone was afraid that the bomb would fall on their heads through this plane."

"Secondly, on the Vietnamese side, the officer in charge of training and resource dispatch is Nguyen Dung Luong, and he has already applied to leave."

"If he leaves, Vietnam will completely lose the chance to turn the tables."

"Even more exaggerated is Darfur, who are convinced that China can 'cross thousands of miles to target them', and the prestige that we have earned with great difficulty through technical and military assistance has disappeared, and it will not be long before the international community will really turn to China out of fear."

The assistant's expression became more and more solemn, while Bob's side put all the blame on the May Club.

Yes, if it weren't for the distortion of their information, how could it be so difficult for their side now?

It's too late for military mobilization, and reciprocal deterrence can't be achieved, so now, there's only one option:

Unprecedentedly, turning a blind eye to the "provocation" of China.

Just as they have done nothing, they can safely accumulate strength, hoping that after the events in Darfur are over and the impact of the economic crisis is completely digested, they will use their absolute military dominance to try to regain the face and interests they have lost in China.

Thinking of this, Bob couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness.

Once upon a time, this strategy should have been executed by Huaxia!

It should have been for them to endure humiliation again and again, to endure the incomprehension of the people, and to endure the huge disappointment of "inferior skills".

But now, the person who did this has actually become himself.

How ridiculous is that

Bob clenched his fists fiercely, and at this moment, he even had a crazy thought:

Don't engage in counterpoint deterrence with Huaxia anymore.

Otherwise, just gamble everything and break with them once and for all.

However, the thought only went around in his head before disappearing completely.

Because he knows that in the current situation, even if it is a complete break, he will not be able to take any advantage.

Bob sighed one after another, and after a long time he said to his assistant with great reluctance:

"Let's take this video down."

"Don't let anyone in Congress see it."

"We'll just take it all. It didn't happen. ”

(End of chapter)