Apocalypse Rebirth: 3000 million won at the beginning

Headquarters Base of Dazhangshu.

Four sustainable helicopters formed a formation in the air and flew toward the Nathu La Pass.

Old Bi sat in the co-pilot's seat of the lead helicopter, clutching an equipment list in his hand, and habitually glanced at the numbers on it again.

After confirming that everything was correct, he folded the list, put it in his pocket, leaned back in his chair, and closed his eyes to rest.

The pilot adjusted the course, and the helicopter flew steadily southwest.

The equipment boxes in the cabin were stacked neatly, and each box was secured with straps to prevent it from shifting during flight.

After turning around, Lao Bi, who had his eyes closed, was still not at ease. He opened his eyes, looked back at the equipment boxes, and was relieved to see that the equipment boxes were tied tightly.

"Brother Bi, will we be able to participate in the battle this time?" asked Xiao Mao, the driver.

"I don't know, we'll just have to follow Xiao Jun's instructions when we get there," Lao Bi replied.

The pilot nodded, asked no further questions, and continued to fly the helicopter smoothly.

Old Bi closed his eyes again, recalling when Xiao Jun first joined Dazhangshu, he was just a small team leader in his eyes.

I never expected him to have made such rapid progress over the years, and this time he was able to take charge of a large-scale expedition on his own.

The younger generation is truly formidable.
Four helicopters, each with four pilots.

The distance from the headquarters base in Dazhangshu to Naidui La Pass is more than 4000 kilometers.

Even if you fly there by helicopter, it will still take more than ten hours.

During those ten-plus hours, they changed pilots three times.

More than ten hours later.

The outline of the camp on the north side of Nathu La Pass came into view ahead.

More than a dozen helicopters were already parked on the tarmac, their rotors reflecting a blinding cold light in the sunlight.

Old Bi squinted as he saw the helicopters lined up in the distance from high above.

"We've arrived. All personnel prepare to land," he said into the communicator.

The pilot pushed the control stick, and the helicopter slowly descended, landing on an open area at the very edge of the helipad as directed by ground personnel.

The other three helicopters followed suit and landed together.

The propellers whipped up air currents that sent dust and bits of grass flying everywhere.

After the propeller came to a complete stop, Lao Bi unbuckled his seatbelt, pushed open the hatch, and jumped out.

Xiao Jun was already waiting by the tarmac.

He saw Lao Bi get off the helicopter and quickly went to greet him.

"Captain Bi, thank you for your hard work." Xiao Jun extended his hand.

Lao Bi shook hands, then turned and pointed to the neatly stacked equipment boxes in the cabin:

"Commander, we've brought everything: sixteen sets of infrasound resonance equipment, generators, and backup power supplies."

Have someone move them down and take inventory.

Xiao Jun nodded, turned around and waved to the combat personnel behind him.

The combat personnel immediately surrounded the aircraft, unloaded the equipment boxes from the cabin, and neatly stacked them on the edge of the tarmac according to their numbers.

Ding Zhao and Xue Zhihua also came over.

Ding Zhao squatted down next to the equipment box, opened one of the boxes, checked the appearance of the equipment and the power interface, closed the lid after confirming that it was intact, stood up and nodded to Xiao Jun.

“There’s nothing wrong with the stuff,” Ding Zhao said.

"Have you checked the power interface and backup power supply?" Xue Zhihua asked.

Ding Zhao nodded, then squatted down to open another box, carefully examined its internal structure, and then stood up to answer:

"It's been checked. All the interfaces fit, and the backup power supply voltage is normal. It can be installed."

Xiao Jun overheard their conversation from the side.

I didn't interfere anymore, since he didn't know how to use these devices anyway.

After chatting with Lao Bi for a few minutes, he turned and walked towards the command tent.

Inside the command tent, Judge stood in front of the map, discussing some matters with Yang Tianlong.

Seeing Xiao Jun enter, the judge raised his head and asked:

"Has the equipment arrived?"

"We've arrived. Sixteen sets, plus the ones Xue and the others brought earlier, that makes a total of twenty. That should be enough." Xiao Jun walked to the map, his gaze falling on the red circle around the forward base. "Have all the helicopters from the branch bases arrived?"

The judge nodded:

"We've arrived. Four aircraft have arrived from the Anding branch base, three from the Sanjiang branch base, and three from the Fanyuan Sanshou branch base."

Including the six aircraft remaining at Nathu La Pass, there are a total of sixteen aircraft, all parked on the tarmac, currently undergoing maintenance and ammunition loading.

Yang Tianlong asked from the side, "I heard Captain Bi is here too?"

“They’re here,” Xiao Jun replied. “He personally led the team to deliver the equipment, and they’re still with the helicopter.”

Yang Tianlong nodded: "Okay, I'll go find him later."

Xiao Jun, standing beside him, focused his gaze on the map, staring at the red circle for a moment before saying:
"Once the equipment is installed, all vehicles are inspected, and ammunition is loaded onto the vehicles, we will prepare to depart."

That evening, a thousand members of the militia brigade stationed at the Anding and Fanyuan Sanshou sub-bases also arrived at Nathu La Pass.

These bases in the snow area have been initially stabilized under the management of Tianju Tianrui.

The number of combat personnel stationed at several bases in the snowy area was not needed, so half of them were transferred over.

Help defend the Nathu La Pass.

Anyway, most of the guns from those bases have been collected.

Boom boom boom~
The convoy stopped in an open area on the north side of the camp, and the combat personnel jumped out of the vehicles and lined up in the open area to await orders.

Leading the team was Yang Zhongshi, the commander of the 8th Combat Battalion. He walked up to Xiao Jun and saluted.

"Commander, the troops from the Anding Sub-base and the Fanyuan Sanshou Sub-base have arrived and are awaiting orders."

Xiao Jun returned the salute, his gaze sweeping over the neatly lined-up combat personnel, before speaking to Yang Zhongshi:

"Later, you and Yang Tianlong will go and familiarize yourselves with the position. The ammunition depot and food supplies are all over there. Starting tomorrow morning, you will take over the defense here and stay here."

Yang Zhongshi was taken aback for a moment, then asked with some confusion, "Stay behind? Aren't you supposed to go with you to fight the Indians?"

Xiao Jun nodded and patiently explained:
“We’re going to attack the forward base. If we leave, and the Indians take advantage of our weakened rear and send men to launch a surprise attack on Nathu La Pass, we can’t leave this place unguarded.”

"You stay here with these men and hold the pass until we've taken the forward base, then you can retreat."

Yang Zhongshi was somewhat disappointed after hearing this, but military orders were absolute, and he had to obey them.

He nodded solemnly: "Understood, I will definitely guard the mountain pass."

He turned and walked to the lined-up combat personnel, and under Yang Tianlong's guidance, they went together to familiarize themselves with the position.

at the same time.

Xue Zhihua and Ding Zhao are referring to the blueprints and conducting the final round of equipment debugging.

Xue Zhihua held a multimeter in his hand, squatted down next to the first piece of equipment, and carefully checked the wiring and grounding.

Ding Zhao stood to the side, holding a wiring diagram in his hand, checking the cable routes one by one against the markings on the diagram.

"The color of this wire is different from what's marked on the blueprint," Xue Zhihua said, pointing to a black cable at the bottom of the equipment box.

Ding Zhao leaned closer to look at the blueprints, then at the cable, and frowned.
"The blue color is marked on the drawing, but black is actually used. It's possible that a different bundle of wires was used during assembly, but the drawing wasn't changed. The color doesn't affect the use, as long as the wiring sequence is correct."

Xue Zhihua followed the line, checking the connectors at each end, then stood up and nodded.

"The wiring is fine, it can be powered on."

He pressed the power switch, and the device's indicator light lit up, emitting a slight electrical hum.

"Alright, this one's fine, next one." Xue Zhihua said, picking up the multimeter and walking towards the next device.

Ding Zhao followed behind, saying as he walked, "There are still nineteen units left, we need to hurry."

The two inspected each vehicle along the convoy, working from dusk until nightfall.

After the last set of equipment was debugged, Xue Zhihua put down the multimeter in his hand, stretched, and said to Ding Zhao:
"It's all finally done."

Ding Zhao nodded, put away the wiring diagram, and turned to walk towards the tent.

the other side.

Everyone in the convoy was inspecting the vehicles, cleaning their guns, and loading magazines, among other preparations.

Everyone was busy, making final preparations before the big battle.

The camp was still bustling with activity early the next morning.

Last night, Xie Wen received a request from Xue Zhihua.

They brought an engineering team to help fix the infrasound resonance equipment to the roofs of these heavy trucks.

Xie Wen, who had stayed up all night, had bloodshot eyes, but he was still working.

Ding Zhao squatted beside the car, using a multimeter to check the grounding wire of the equipment. After confirming there were no problems, he stood up, dusted off his hands, and said to Xie Wen:
"Thank you, brother. This one is fine too. Tighten the bolts and secure it."

Xie Wen tightened the wrench several times to secure the last bolt.

He stood up, stretched his neck, and squatted down to check if the equipment box was stable. After confirming that there were no problems, he turned around and nodded to Ding Zhao: "Okay, it's stable."

Xue Zhihua walked over, circled the heavy truck, pressed the fixing bolts of the equipment box with his hand, and checked the indicator lights and interface protective covers on the equipment box again to make sure that they were all tightened.

He walked to the front of the convoy and glanced at the neatly arranged line of heavy trucks.

All twenty infrasonic resonance devices have been installed, and the generator and backup power supply have also been tested and debugged.

He thought to himself: Finally, the mission is accomplished.
He turned around and shouted to Xiao Jun, who was standing not far away:

"Commander, all the equipment is installed."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Jun looked over, his gaze sweeping across the row of heavy trucks before he walked over.

"Is everything alright?"

"Yes, I just checked it, and it works normally."

Xiao Jun was still somewhat uneasy.

"The infrasound resonance equipment is of utmost importance. If there is any problem, we will be in trouble. Let's check it again to make sure there are no problems."

“Okay.” Xue Zhihua had no objections and turned to let Ding Zhao lead his men to continue the inspection.

Xiao Jun watched quietly for a while, then suddenly received a message on the walkie-talkie.

"Commander, everyone is here."

"Okay, I'll be right there."

Xiao Jun called Xue Zhihua, and together they walked toward the command tent.

Inside the command tent.

More than twenty members at the brigade leader level, including Zuo Ruxue, Yang Tianlong, Miao Tianji, Tang Ji, and Qu Xing, have all arrived.
They sat around the map.

Xiao Jun stood in front of the map, glanced at everyone, and then said:

"The pre-battle meeting begins. Let Engineer Xue report on the equipment situation first."

Xue Zhihua, who had just entered, hadn't even had a chance to sit down when he heard Xiao Jun's words. He walked up to the group and said:

"All twenty infrasonic resonance devices have been installed and are now undergoing final checks."

According to the previous design, the distance between any two devices should not exceed 800 meters.

As the convoy moves, the equipment, once activated, creates an oval-shaped protective net around the convoy, sufficient to cover all vehicles.

"The protective net was activated before the convoy entered the Indian attack range, and it was activated and deactivated at the same time. If it was activated, the convoy had to stop, and if it was deactivated, it could continue to move."

If one device fails, the backup device can switch over and start up within 30 seconds, ensuring that the protection network remains intact.

The judge continued:

"Let me add something."

“We have already conducted reconnaissance, and the sonic attack range of those Shiva lords from India is about five kilometers.”

At a minimum, the convoy needs to set up protective netting at least five kilometers away from the forward base.

Helicopters are responsible for observing movements and assisting in bombing. When ground troops reach a distance of five kilometers, they can calibrate artillery and accurately strike those Shiva scourges.

If a large, dense group of zombies and Indians is discovered, firepower can be used to cover the area.

Yang Tianlong asked:
"What about the helicopters? They're not within the protective netting's coverage area, so how do we defend against the Indians' sonic attacks?"

Xue Zhihua, who had been standing the whole time, answered without hesitation:
"The helicopter should stay away from those Shiva lords."

According to our estimates, the impact on helicopters five kilometers away is minimal, and as long as altitude and distance are maintained, there should be no major problems.

As long as the helicopter pilots are properly instructed to maintain a safe distance during reconnaissance missions and not to approach those Shiva-like figures without authorization, there will be no problem.

Qu Xing, the helicopter squad leader in charge of this mission, who had been sitting in a corner, stood up and stated:

"I understand. I will pass the message on, and we will maintain a safe distance."

Xiao Jun then looked at Zuo Ruxue: "How's the supplies transportation going?"

Zuo Ruxue stood up, holding a list in her hand, and read out a long string of numbers:

"The food and drinking water we brought this time is enough for a month."

Ammunition reserves are sufficient, with both rockets and armor-piercing rounds in stock.

The fuel truck is ready.

The medical supplies for the wounded have also been prepared.

Ammunition supply vehicles followed behind the convoy, ready to resupply at any time.

Miao Tianji, the captain of the militia brigade, asked from the side:
"that."

"Are there people specifically assigned to drive these twenty heavy-duty trucks carrying the equipment?"

Zuo Ruxue glanced at him and replied:
"Yes. I selected twenty experienced drivers from the transportation brigade to be specifically responsible for driving these vehicles."

They have also been trained on how to operate the equipment, and they have no problem starting up and switching to backup equipment.

In addition, there are some technicians arranged by Xue, the co-pilot, so under normal circumstances, our driver does not need to intervene in operating the equipment.

Xiao Jun listened quietly to the end.

His gaze lingered for a moment on the end of the red line on the map, then he said:
"Okay, everyone is now clear on the situation."

Let me assign the specific tasks.

Zuo Ruxue and Xiao Hu were in charge of transporting supplies.

Yang Tianlong was in charge of ground fire suppression.

The convoy of sixteen helicopters carried out reconnaissance and escort missions in the air.

"The Nathu La Pass will be guarded by Yang Zhongshi and Bi Tianxing."

In addition, Xiao Jun looked at Qu Xing.

"Qu Xing, after we depart tomorrow, take four helicopters and fly to an altitude of about ten kilometers above the forward base. Hover them at a distance and observe the movements of those Shiva lords. Report immediately if you find anything unusual."

Qu Xing nodded: "Understood."

"Everyone else, get ready. We'll depart on time first thing tomorrow morning."

Everyone responded and got up one after another to leave the tent.

The next morning.

As dawn breaks, the sky turns a pale white.

The camp on the north side of Nathu La Pass is already bustling with activity.

With a command from Xiao Jun,
"set off!"

Ground and air forces acted simultaneously.

The rotors of the sixteen sustainable helicopters began to spin, and the pilots sat in the cockpit, checking the various parameters on the instrument panel.

Qu Xing sat in the cockpit of the lead helicopter, pressed the communication button, confirmed that all helicopters' communication channels were connected, and then pushed the control stick, and the first helicopter began to slowly take off.

The fifteen helicopters that followed followed in turn, forming four groups. They circled the camp once before turning around and flying south.

The first batch of four helicopters, personally led by Qu Xing, flew ahead to the forward base, responsible for reconnaissance of the situation at the forward base in advance and reporting back to the convoy at any time.

The second and third batches of helicopters followed closely behind, but did not leave the convoy; they were responsible for escorting and guarding the convoy.

The fourth group was dispersed on both sides and the rear, responsible for covering the rear guard convoy.

On the ground, the convoy also began to move.

At the very front was a row of armored vehicles, with their cannons pointing south.

Behind them were twenty heavy trucks equipped with infrasound resonance devices, each maintaining a distance of about 600 to 800 meters from each other.

Interspersed among these twenty heavy trucks were various other vehicles.

This includes fifty infantry transport vehicles, four missile launchers, as well as fuel trucks, ammunition supply vehicles, and medical vehicles.

The convoy stretched for several kilometers, like a slow-moving snake, winding its way out from the camp on the north side of the Nathu La Pass.

Meanwhile.

In the dense forest south of Nathu La Pass, two Indian scouts were crouching on a large tree, holding an old, high-powered telescope, staring at the undulating mountains to the north.

One of the scouts nudged his comrade next to him with his elbow and gestured northwards with his lip.

"There's some noise over there. I saw several cars coming this way."

"What are you doing?" His companion took the binoculars, adjusted the focus, and looked for a while.

His expression changed when he put down the binoculars.

"No. That's not just a few cars, it's a whole convoy."

"What? How much?"

"wtf!"

"Shit! You fucking joking!"

"look!"

He shoved the binoculars into his companion's hands, who took a look and his hands began to tremble.

Through the telescope, on the northern horizon, armored vehicles were rolling over half-meter-high weeds, trailing long plumes of dust as they advanced in this direction.

Several drones flew low to the ground on either side of the convoy, their engines humming faintly.

"Report immediately!"

The two scrambled up from under the tree branches, disappeared into the depths of the dense forest, and lay prone in an extremely thick thicket, taking out their communication equipment from their backpacks.

In the dense forest, leaves fell on their faces, and vines tickled their skin, but they didn't care at all.

They had only one thought in their minds: the Chinese had attacked, and with great force, they had to report it as soon as possible!
Forward base.

Prakash was standing in front of a map in his office, lost in thought, when he received the message.

The adjutant rushed in without even knocking.

"There's movement from the north!"

"Our scouts have spotted a Chinese convoy that is advancing toward us!"

Prakash dropped the pen in his hand to the ground.

He froze for a few seconds, then suddenly turned and rushed towards the door, asking his adjutant as he ran:

"How is the situation with the three-headed Shiva? How much longer will it take for him to complete his transformation?"

The adjutant followed behind him, his steps hurried:

"It will take another ten hours or so to be completely finished..."

Prakash stopped abruptly.

"More than ten hours???"

He stood outside the command center, gazing at the gradually brightening northern horizon, his brow twitching.

Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the clouds, illuminating the undulating mountain ridges in the distance and falling upon the canopies of the dense forest.

"It's too late," he said in a low voice.

He turned and walked back to his office, stood in front of the map, and began to readjust the deployment of the defenses.

After considering all the details, he picked up the communicator and connected to the communication frequencies of all the troops.

"All troops are on high alert, ready to meet the enemy."

"Deployment change: First Company to proceed to the dense forest three kilometers to the east."

After making the necessary arrangements, he put down his communicator, pushed open the door, and walked out of the office.

Looking out at the rising sun, the white clouds were tinged with orange.

A thoughtful look flashed in his eyes, as if he were talking to himself, or perhaps encouraging himself.

"Playing at home".

“We have the home advantage. Even if those three Shiva lords haven’t completed their mutation yet, the sheer number of mutated zombies will be enough to give them a hard time.”

"The Chinese have strong artillery, but I also have my own trump cards."

"I redeployed the zombies and combat personnel hidden in the dense forest to the only road directly in front of the main battlefield."

"When the Chinese get close, the zombies hidden in the vegetation and shadows will surge out like a tide and charge between the armored vehicles and artillery."

"I don't believe that the Chinese can have an unlimited supply of ammunition. Once the bullets are used up and the gun barrels are red-hot, the zombies hiding deep in the forest will come out from all directions."

Thinking of this, a confident smile appeared on his face.

He straightened his uniform and gazed at the northern horizon, which was gradually being tinged gold by the sunlight.

What was bound to happen will eventually happen.

But to his surprise, the preparations at the camphor tree site were completed much faster than expected.

Moreover, the preparations were more comprehensive than he had anticipated.

(End of this chapter)