Apocalypse Rebirth: 3000 million won at the beginning

The judge paused for a moment, then shouted to the drone operator, "Withdraw! Increase altitude immediately!"

"It's no use, the signal has been completely lost," the drone operator replied with a helpless expression.

Meanwhile, on the other side, the military drone modified by the Big Camphor Tree Military Industry Department fell from a height of 100 meters after losing control.

It crashed onto the high concrete wall.

boom!
The drone crashed to the ground, activated its self-destruct mechanism, and burst into flames.

Inside the helicopter.

Everyone stared at the words "signal lost" displayed on the screen, their faces turning extremely grim.

The jackal's eyes were somewhat cold as he said, "Damn it, the Indians have actually laid anti-aircraft devices in the low-altitude area."

The drone operator looked up and asked, "Instructor, what should we do now?"

"We only brought two of these modified military-grade drones this time. Should we try again?"

The judge shook his head and said:
"There's no need to try anymore. There aren't many military drones to begin with, and the Indians were prepared. Flying another one over would be pointless."

Although we haven't entered the core area yet, we've already seen the situation in the first layer of the death buffer zone and isolation zone. We've saved the footage taken by the drone, right?

The operator nodded quickly and said, "Yes, the video data has been saved."

“Hmm,” the judge said after a moment of thought, “The Indians have air defense measures at low altitudes. It’s dangerous for us to stay here. If they find us, we’ll be in trouble. Let’s go back first.”

"Old Qin, let's go back."

"it is good."

The two helicopters traced an arc in the air before turning and flying northeast.

The judge leaned back in his chair, watching the drone footage saved on the screen, and repeatedly reviewed the layout of New Delhi, trying to find a breakthrough.

"Damn, this is a bit troublesome. It's going to be difficult."

at the same time.

The atmosphere was tense in the air defense command center of an underground building in the heart of New Delhi.

A technician turned around and reported to the officer standing behind him:
"We just spotted a Chinese helicopter, but their signal source has disappeared, so they've probably already withdrawn."

Additionally, one of their drones was found, but because they activated its self-destruct mechanism, the drone's chip and data were lost.

The officer nodded, then turned and walked out of the command room.

He walked briskly down the corridor toward an office deep inside.

When I pushed open the door, the Grand Marshal was sitting at his desk, holding a report analyzing the strength of the Chinese people.

He looked up at the officer, a barely perceptible hint of weariness flashing in his eyes.

"The Chinese just arrived, with two helicopters and a drone that entered our quarantine zone, but it was affected by the zone's air defense system," the officer reported immediately upon entering.

"The helicopter? Where is it now?" The Grand Marshal put down the report in his hand, stood up and asked.

“They’ve already left. We just tracked down their location, and they ran away.”

"Wow, that's really fast!"

The Grand Marshal sighed and tossed the report on the table to the officer in front of him.

“Take a look at the last telegram Prakash and his men sent. It’s his analysis of the strength of the Chinese.”

The young officer quickly took it, and while looking through it, asked:

"Is Lieutenant Prakash still alive? Wasn't he missing a long time ago?"

The Grand Marshal replied:

"It wasn't Prakash. He was killed on the spot by Chinese artillery fire. It was sent by the remnants of his men. According to intelligence, our troops sent to Tibet have collapsed, the zombie army has completely disintegrated, and only a few dozen combat personnel remain. Currently, these remnants are following behind the main Chinese force."

The young officer flipped through the report in his hand.

When he saw dozens of helicopters, dozens of mechs, hundreds of armored vehicles, and various other vehicles,
His pupils suddenly contracted.

"The strength of these Chinese people is terrifying."

The Grand Marshal frowned: "Yes, the key is that their helicopters can fly so far, and they also have weapons to defend against the primary and secondary sound waves of the Shiva calamity. In short, the Chinese are coming in strong. If we want to enter Tibet to obtain the mutated plants, we must kill these Chinese."

The young officer looked up and said somewhat uncertainly:
"But Grand Marshal, can we defeat them?"

The Grand Marshal glanced at him and said:

"Their weapons and equipment are advanced, and they have plenty of ammunition, but we have the advantage of playing on home ground. They've come from a long distance, and no matter how strong their firepower is, their logistical support will be under immense pressure. Since they're here, we can use our home advantage to wear them down."

"Oh, right."

Where is General Hassan?

The officer paused for a moment, then quickly replied:
"General Hassan is on standby. He advocates concentrating all remaining troops in the death buffer zone and using a large number of wild zombies to hold back the Chinese, similar to the method you just mentioned."

The Grand Marshal nodded: "His idea is acceptable. Let him come over."

The officer responded and turned to leave the office.

A moment later, General Hassan pushed open the door and walked in.

He was wearing an old, faded military uniform with frayed cuffs, but the buttons on the uniform were still fastened meticulously.

He walked to the Grand Marshal's table, stood still, and saluted.

"Grand Marshal."

The Grand Marshal tossed the telegram to him, looked up at him, and asked, "What are your thoughts on the offensive against the Chinese?"

Hassan quickly glanced at the contents of the telegram, his eyes filled with fear.

After frowning and thinking for a moment, he said:

"It is obvious that the Chinese want to defeat us in one fell swoop, but they are too confident and overconfident."

"Although we are far inferior to them in terms of equipment and firepower, we can use a massive number of zombies to turn the tables and wipe them out."

"Oh? Tell me more." The Grand Marshal's brow twitched, showing interest.

Hassan hesitated for a moment, organized his thoughts, and finally spoke:

"First, we need to understand the strengths of both sides."

"The Chinese have strong firepower, many advanced weapons, and great hard power. They also have air superiority, which we do not have. They have a large number of helicopters."

"Our advantage is that we have Shiva, who can use infrasound to attack. The infrasound attack range of a level 3 Shiva can reach more than ten kilometers. In addition, we have hundreds of thousands of people and tens of millions of controllable zombies, as well as the home-field advantage."

"Continue." The Grand Marshal glanced at him.

Hassan continued:

"First."

"The most troublesome thing for us is their helicopters. They control the airspace, which poses a huge threat to us. So the most important thing is to take out their helicopters. Even if we can't take them out, we should at least prevent them from using their air superiority."

“We cannot simply stay in New Delhi and wait for them to attack. We can send out operators to disperse more than half of the Shiva calamities within a 60-kilometer radius of New Delhi, creating an absolute no-fly zone within that 60-kilometer radius.”

Once their helicopters approached, our Lord Shiva attacked them with infrasound.

"According to the telegram, although they have weapons to block the primary and secondary sound waves of the Shiva calamity, the unstable nature of helicopters certainly cannot block the infrasound."

"second."

Hassan walked to the map and circled several points within a radius of several dozen kilometers in New Delhi with a red pen.

"Here, here, here, here, we've deployed 300 million zombies of various types, scattered and hidden throughout these jungles. Now that the jungle vegetation is dense, even if they have professional detection equipment, they might not be able to detect the presence of these zombies. They can't possibly blow up all these places, can they? That would require a massive amount of ammunition."

"They only have two choices."

"Either we clear out the zombies in the jungle first and then come to New Delhi, but that will consume their ammunition, and may even deplete all of their ammunition."

"Either they can ignore these zombie hordes and come directly to New Delhi, in which case we can control these millions of zombies to surround and encircle them, attacking them from both inside and outside, and wear them down."

As he spoke, Hassan swallowed, his throat feeling dry.

continued:

"third."

"After successfully encircling them, immediately dispatch personnel to attack the Tibetan area. They must have sent a large force, leaving the Tibetan area vulnerable. We can take advantage of this opportunity to capture the Tibetan area in one fell swoop."

"At that point, they will be unable to attend to both ends, and morale will inevitably collapse."

The Grand Marshal leaned back in his chair, stroked his beard, and asked:
"1. If Shiva, the calamity lord, has been separated, wouldn't New Delhi's defenses be significantly weakened?"

"2. You didn't consider their logistical support. According to the telegram, the Chinese have an abundance of ammunition. What if they have additional logistics units to replenish their ammunition?"

Hassan smiled and shook his head, saying:
"Grand Marshal, we have forty-five level-two Shiva lords and five level-three Shiva lords. We only need to distribute twenty-five Shiva lords to cover sixty kilometers."

"On the contrary, if we leave Shiva, the scourge, in New Delhi, he will not be able to play his role."

"As for your second point, the logistical support of the Chinese, if they come, we can send a team to intercept them. Since this is a large Chinese force, their logistical support must be relatively weak."

"Um"

The Grand Marshal thought about it carefully, and Hassan had solved all the problems that had worried him.

"Good, let's proceed according to your plan."

"Please refine this plan further, and then we can proceed directly."

Just then, there was a knock on the office door.

Knock knock—

An officer walked in, followed by two research directors.

The man walking in front was an old man with gray hair, wearing an old white coat and thick glasses, who looked like he had been staying up all night for several nights in a row.

An officer stepped forward: "Grand Marshal, Professor Amir has arrived."

When the Grand Marshal saw the old man, even he stood up.

"Professor Amir, what brings you here?"

The old man in front of him was an expert who had single-handedly established the zombie research department.

It was also in his hands that various mending zombies and Shiva, the scourge, came to be.

If it weren't for this old man, the Grand Marshal wouldn't have possessed such great power, which is why the Grand Marshal also respected Professor Amir.

Professor Amir walked to his desk, took a deep breath, and said:
"Grand Marshal, I don't want to take up your time."

Let's get straight to the point: we can't hold out if we try to defend.

The Chinese have already destroyed the forward base; the three-headed Shiva lords were unable to stop them.

They possess acoustic devices we don't know about, as well as helicopters that can fly indefinitely.

He swallowed hard, his eyes filled with fear.
"Our fortifications and those wild zombies can only hold them off for a while, but they can't stop them."

This is not a tactical issue; it's a matter of technological gap.

We are far outmatched in firepower. If we force our way in with all our forces, we'll only be squandering our last reserves; we can't win.

The younger researcher who had come along continued:
"Yes, Grand Marshal, we do have unique expertise in acoustic devices."

"If we can use these technological reserves to negotiate with the Chinese, perhaps we can secure a way out."

Hassan was already somewhat displeased after hearing Amir's words.

But Amir's high status prevented him from confronting him.

But this young researcher actually said something so absurd.

He glanced at the young researcher and said sarcastically:
"Then what will we use to exchange it? The research findings of Shiva, the Lord of Disasters?"

That's the core achievement we've cultivated over so many years, are we really going to trade it for an uncertain outcome?

"This"

The younger researchers stammered, unable to speak, their faces flushed.

The atmosphere in the office froze.

Amir, his hair now gray, sighed and slowly began to speak:
"If we don't negotiate, our only bargaining chips will be those zombies and Shiva."

It's said that the Chinese have heavy artillery, rockets, and some kind of sonic device they somehow acquired that can ignore our Shiva affliction primary and secondary sound waves. I really can't imagine how we can defeat them.

"Can we try negotiating?"

Hassan's chest heaved, and he said with a firm gaze:

"Negotiation? Ha! I don't trust the Chinese. They won't give up the attack just because of a few pieces of data."

"Besides, who says we can't beat them?"

“But,” the younger research leader pressed, “…”

"If we don't negotiate, what bargaining chips do we have left? Can what we have left withstand the heavy artillery of the Chinese?"

Hassan sneered, "Heh."

He thought to himself: "Frogs in a well. When it comes to things like war, these intellectuals really don't know how to use their brains at all."

He looked at the Grand Marshal, who had just explained his strategy and tactics to him.

The Grand Marshal approved it, and whether or not to tell Professor Amir about the plan was up to him.

The Grand Marshal narrowed his eyes as he sat down in his chair.

His gaze swept between Hassan and Amir.

After a long while, he finally spoke:

"I've decided not to negotiate!"

"No need to persuade me anymore, Professor Amir. I already have a plan to deal with the Chinese."

"You should go back to the research institute first."

After hearing this, Aamir Khan showed a complicated expression.

He didn't say anything more. He knew that once the Grand Marshal made a decision, it couldn't be changed. He simply bowed slightly, turned around, and walked out of the office.

The young researcher behind him quickly followed and walked out of the office.

The office fell silent again.

The Grand Marshal's gaze fell on the red line on the desktop map that stretched from Nathu La Pass to New Delhi.

"General Hassan, please finalize the details of the plan as soon as possible, then we can discuss it and begin making arrangements tonight."

"Yes, Grand Marshal." Hassan saluted and turned to leave.

[Opinion Solicitation: Hey everyone, any good ideas? I'm thinking about how to win a fair fight against India. Please feel free to share your thoughts. I've seen suggestions about jet aircraft and white phosphorus bombs. White phosphorus bombs are an option, but I don't think jet aircraft are suitable. Fighter jets require a lot of maintenance and repair, it's too complicated.]
I'm desperately seeking your thoughts and opinions. (End of Chapter)