Indian border post.
Rekesh is an ordinary officer. His life has always been very ordinary. He just eats and drinks in the barracks. If necessary, he goes to the border in a sedan carried by inferiors.
Although it is difficult to achieve meritorious service, for a Kshatriya like him who has a profound background and already has a way out, the so-called military merit is actually not important at all.
As long as you stay on the "front line" honestly and gain enough time and qualifications, you can smoothly return to the capital and embark on the road to promotion.
Therefore, with this mentality, he has always been extremely indifferent on border affairs.
But recently, his indifferent mentality has changed.
The reason is simple. Through some special channels, he got a message:
The relationship between the United States and China is about to become further tense, and confrontation may become the mainstream in the future.
The credibility of this news is extremely high. After all, as far as he knows, the two sides have already been fighting in the Darfur region of Africa, but it has not escalated to a direct conflict.
So, in this case, it seemed that I suddenly had an opportunity that was rare to meet.
If we can express our loyalty to the United States through certain things, then what we can gain will definitely not be less than Darfur.
You know, Darfur is far away in Africa, and you are in China's backyard.
If they can cause trouble, can't we?
The more Rekesh thought about it, the more excited he became. He could hardly hold back and wanted to take action immediately.
So, tonight, on China's traditional New Year's Eve, he quietly planned an insidious mission.
He planned to lead his men to the border and send a special "New Year's greeting" to the Chinese soldiers stationed there.
As for gifts, of course they are rocks and ice.
It’s not like no one has done this before, but there is absolutely no time that is better than the current time.
New Year is the time for the other party's family to reunite, but those border guards still have to stand guard hard.
Their morale must be extremely low, right?
Once he succeeds in a sneak attack, he might be able to achieve significant results.
And with this victory, he will become the youngest and most courageous officer in India.
The road to promotion will become extremely smooth, and even his father's political opponents will no longer be able to embarrass him.
The desire in his heart became stronger and stronger, even to the point of swallowing up his reason. So, that afternoon, Rekesh organized his team and prepared to organize a "routine patrol".
He spent less than half an hour explaining the action plan and more than half an hour to boost morale.
After everything was ready, the team packed up and set off.
The trek along the way is hard, especially when the sun is about to set and the temperature is getting lower.
But at the same time, Rekesh's heart was burning.
Because he knows that Great Expectations is only one step away from him. As long as he crosses it, his whole world will become different.
Two hours later, he finally saw the Chinese outpost in the distance.
There was less than half an hour before dark, and he planned to wait until it got completely dark before executing his sneak attack plan.
In his opinion, that is the safest strategy.
While waiting, the guards helped him set up a simple windproof tent and made hot tea. He enjoyed the beautiful sunset comfortably and imagined the refreshing feeling of conquering the post and majestically trampling the Chinese people under his feet. Even the warm tea seemed to be getting scalding hot.
It's almost, it's almost ten minutes away
He looked at the afterglow of the setting sun in the eastern sky and beat a beat in his heart.
However, just before the sun almost completely set, a huge black shadow suddenly appeared in his sight.
The black shadow dragged long flames and wakes, and rolled in with majestic thunder.
In just a few breaths, the black hawk came to his head.
It was during these few breaths that Rekesh understood what he was seeing.
That was a stealth strategic bomber.
It's the one that China just reported some time ago.
What is it doing here?
How did it fly so far? Didn't it say it was in the northwest?
Is it here to protect the outpost?
Or is it that his purpose is himself?
A series of questions emerged in Rekesh's mind, and the complexity even exceeded the limit of the information that his brain could process.
He just watched dumbfoundedly as the plane circled above his head, and then watched it speed up and fly away with its back to him.
All the lofty ideals disappeared. When the snow on the mountain peaks rustled down with a huge explosion, Rekesh suddenly understood a truth:
The world has changed.
The balance of power on this so-called marginal line has been broken.
And all Indian soldiers still stationed on the border will be forced to face the same problem:
Ghostly bombers fly overhead all year round, but our own side has no way to track and attack them.
Reksh shuddered, a dangerous instinct rising in his heart.
How will the future develop?
Is the conflict really still limited to rocks?
Will that plane and its magazine suddenly open on an unusual afternoon?
Reksh didn’t dare to think about it any more.
He returned silently with his troops, and no one asked any questions.
The first thing he did when he returned to the camp was to call his father.
He only said one sentence:
"I want to go home."
Vietnam, ship port.
After experiencing the last confrontation, Ruan Yongliang's status in the military has seriously declined.
He desperately wanted to find a breakthrough to regain his things.
But the reality is cruel. We have no military advantage and cannot obtain stronger foreign aid.
Even our own aircraft were blocked inland by the opponent's fourth-generation aircraft formation, and they did not dare to take a step forward toward the sea to the east.
The power he can mobilize is really too little, so little that even trying to change the situation has become a luxury, even to win a little bit of dignity for himself.
So, he had to sit in the office day after day and study his opponents through various channels.
From politics to economics, from military to culture, we will never give up on anything.
He has only one purpose, and that is:
When one day, when his research has been thorough enough, he will not hesitate to seize the opponent's flaws and launch a counterattack with thunderous momentum.
In order to counterattack like this, he has always been operating secretly.
This includes not only the upgrading of equipment, but also the will training of the soldiers under his command.
He was confident that under his training, in just two months, those soldiers who were originally weaklings would be able to transform into real warriors.
Time, just give him some more time.
Time was so tight that even on the special day of the Spring Festival, when he was having New Year's Eve dinner with his family, he was still thinking about future plans.
His confidence was once high, thinking that as long as he worked hard enough, he would have a chance to make a comeback.
However, just this evening, a small thing shattered all his illusions.
First, at the dinner table, everyone heard a continuous weird 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 and distant roar seemed to come from the void.
Everyone was wondering about this, but Ruan Yongliang didn't care.
He just ate the food while studying his training plan.
The nightmare came because my youngest son turned on the TV.
And this satellite TV is connected to Chinese TV programs.
The Spring Festival Gala was going on there, and out of curiosity about his opponent, Ruan Yongliang also took a few glances.
However, it was these few glances that made him understand where those roaring sounds came from.
——
H-20.
It flew over.
Moreover, it was not just a walk around a small island as mentioned in the party.
It even took out some space and flew to the top of its head.
Our own air defense radar found no problems from beginning to end.
This is absolutely a serious insult.
Sounds can be heard, and may even be seen with the naked eye, but radar cannot capture them.
This is no longer a question of technology generation difference.
Our own army is like a child who wants to rely on a few toys in his hand to fight the enemy with real swords and guns.
That's right, after the birth of H-20, all our own equipment has been reduced to toys.
Ruan Yongliang suddenly understood.
He realized something:
Our side has no chance, and even the right to "confrontation" has been completely lost.
Everything is too late, or it can be said to be "finished".
Ruan Yongliang finished the New Year's Eve dinner in silence, and then picked up the phone and dialed the headquarters.
On the phone, he only said two sentences:
"Suspension of special training is no longer necessary."
"I apply to resign from my current position. I want to go back to retire."
On the other side of the sea, in the corner office.
Bob watched the edited Spring Festival Gala program silently, his wrinkled face almost twisted into one piece.
He looked at the assistant opposite and asked:
"So, according to the current credible intelligence, the opponent's strategic bombers completed an ultra-long-distance attack within five hours, without even performing aerial refueling during the process?"
The assistant hesitated for a moment and finally nodded helplessly.
"Yes, this is an extremely exaggerated performance performance."
"According to the data they previously leaked, this fighter jet has a maximum speed of more than Mach 2.2 and a maximum range of more than 12,000 kilometers."
"We have already accepted this data. After all, for the first strategic bomber, this is amazing enough."
"But we still underestimated them."
"If this is really the data, then it is impossible for them to complete so many 'location collections' in such a short period of time while continuing to maneuver at high speeds."
"The maximum speed of this aircraft is indeed Mach 2.2, but it is at least Mach 5."
"The maximum range is more than 12,000 kilometers, but it is very likely that there is an excess of 6,000 kilometers."
After hearing the assistant's words, Bob sighed heavily.
Then, he couldn't help but speak and cursed viciously:
"These damn Chinese people, I already knew they couldn't be that open and honest."
"They have already had their own support. Now, relying on this support, they have begun to gradually get involved in our vested interests."
"That's right."
The assistant also sighed.
"According to their program, this H-20 only flew through their airspace."
"But in fact, both to the south and west, the aircraft made additional flights."
"There is no doubt that this is putting pressure on their opponents - and the pressured opponents have already begun to compromise."
"Why? How did you compromise?"
Bob continued to ask.
"First of all, India. Several officers in charge of the border camps asked to leave. They were completely frightened by the H-20. Everyone was worried that bombs would fall on their heads through this aircraft."
"Secondly, on the Vietnamese side, the officer responsible for training and resource dispatch is Ruan Yongliang, and he has applied to leave."
"If he leaves, Vietnam will completely lose the chance to make a comeback."
"What's even more exaggerated is Darfur. They have no doubt that China can 'cross thousands of miles to target them.' The prestige we had finally gained through technical and military assistance has completely disappeared. It won't be long before the international community... This chaotic land might really turn to China out of fear."
The assistant's expression became more solemn, and on Bob's side, he placed all the blame on the May Meeting.
Yes, if their information hadn't been distorted, how could it be so difficult for our side now?
It is too late to mobilize military forces, and reciprocal deterrence cannot be achieved. So now, there is only one option:
Unprecedented, it turned a blind eye to China's "provocations."
They pretended to have done nothing and accumulated strength with peace of mind, hoping that after the Darfur incident is over and the impact of the economic crisis is completely absorbed, they can then use their absolute military dominance to try to make up for the loss of face and loss to China. Benefits are recovered.
Thinking of this, Bob couldn't help but feel sad.
Once upon a time, this strategy should have been implemented by China!
They should have endured humiliation again and again, endured the people's incomprehension, and endured the huge disappointment of "not being as good as people"
But now, the person who did this has actually become himself.
How ridiculous is this?
Bob clenched his fists fiercely. At this moment, he even had a crazy idea:
Stop engaging in confrontational deterrence with China.
Otherwise, just risk everything and break up with them completely.
However, this idea just turned around in his mind and disappeared completely.
Because he knew that under the current circumstances, even if there was a complete break, his side would not be able to gain any advantage.
Bob sighed one after another, and after a long time, he said to his assistant with great reluctance:
"Suppress this video."
"Don't let people in Congress see it."
"Let's just pretend that this didn't happen."
(End of chapter)
