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Ling'er pointed at the camouflage-painted fighter jets on the screen, "These Indian air force guys... look like they're performing acrobatics for the monsters?"

The large screen then switched to footage from India.

Thick smoke billowed over New Delhi. The ground defenses were a complete mess. Hundreds of thousands of soldiers, fleeing in disarray, were being chased around by hundreds of yellow giants.

The armored division at the front line couldn't even hold out for ten minutes. Several T-90 main battle tanks collided with each other during the retreat, and their tracks got stuck in the mud.

The tank crew inside the vehicle didn't even turn the gun barrel around; they simply lifted the hatch and scrambled into the nearby woods.

The Yellow Giant didn't even bother to shoot with his energy gun. He skimmed low over on his skateboard, grabbed a jeep, and threw it into the fleeing crowd like a bowling ball.

On the streets of New Delhi, civilians screamed and fled in all directions. Several yellow giants, riding skateboards and wielding energy guns, herded the crowds into the square like sheep.

A yellow giant even kicked a statue of a god out of boredom, causing it to collapse and destroy a nearby temple. Indian soldiers hid behind the ruins, not daring to peek out.

The situation was even worse for the navy. Several old frigates had just left the port when their boilers malfunctioned, leaving them stranded at sea.

The Yellow Giant's airship used them as fixed target practice objects. Several high-energy lasers swept over them, and the frigate was directly cut in two and sank to the bottom of the sea.

In an effort to save face, the Indian leadership ordered its air force to scramble and intercept the enemy aircraft.

Two Indian-made fighter jets had just taken off from the runway and were halfway into the air when, before the Yellow Giant's airship could even adjust its cannons, a thick plume of black oil smoke billowed from the exhaust nozzle of the fighter jet on the left.

The engine stopped abruptly in mid-air.

The pilot frantically yanked on the control stick, causing the fighter jet to completely lose balance, its wing grazing the belly of a friendly aircraft beside it.

Two muffled, loud bangs exploded in mid-air.

Two fireballs scattered in mid-air, and charred parts crashed down into the slums below, igniting a large area of ​​the shantytown.

The leader of the yellow giants, riding a skateboard, stared at the warplanes that had exploded into pieces not far away. His hand, holding an energy gun, froze in mid-air, his mind filled with question marks.

It turned to look at its companion, its bone conduction waves filled with confusion: Have we opened fire?

On the other side, three Glorious fighters were being chased by several monster airships.

The Indian pilot in the lead was sweating profusely, his hands trembling as he frantically pressed the launch button. An air-to-air missile streaked out, trailing white smoke.

The monster airships chasing behind only veered slightly to the side by a dozen degrees.

The missile grazed the edge of the airship and headed straight ahead.

Before an Indian friendly fighter jet that was fleeing ahead could react, its tail was hit directly.

Flames shot into the sky, and the pilot didn't even get out of the ejection seat before crashing into the Ganges River with his fighter jet, splashing water more than ten meters high.

In the conference room of the Shanghai Military Region.

He Zhenchuan's hand holding the teacup froze in mid-air, his mouth slightly open, and he almost spilled tea on his trouser leg.

Liu Guoliang rubbed his eyes, leaned closer to the screen, and watched the footage of the missile shooting down friendly forces twice.

"This is fucking possible?" Liu Guoliang couldn't hold back any longer, slapping his thigh and laughing so hard he almost fell over. "Are these bastards some kind of monkey hired clowns? They're fighting each other, and they're sure to hit their own kind every time!"

Zhang Weiguo pointed to a helicopter on the edge of the screen, laughing so hard he could hardly breathe: "Old Liu, look over there! That Apache helicopter crashed headfirst into its own cell tower to avoid a laser! Even the monsters were dumbfounded by that maneuver."

Li Yichen sprayed a mouthful of Da Hong Pao tea directly into the cup, choking and coughing repeatedly.

He pulled out a tissue to wipe his mouth, pointed at the screen, and laughed out loud: "Those alien monsters are probably completely confused. They probably think these natives are performing some ancient suicide sacrifice ritual. This isn't a war; it's sending people to the monsters for their lives."

He Zhenchuan laughed so hard his shoulders shook, pointing at a fighter jet on the screen that had overturned on the runway because its landing gear couldn't retract: "With this kind of military quality, they still dare to challenge us at the border every day? This is simply an international joke. Now look what's happened, their underwear has been exposed to the whole world."

Ling'er jumped onto the coffee table and pulled up the real-time statistics.

"Bro, India scrambled 120 fighter jets this time. So far, 48 have crashed. Of those, only 30 were shot down by monsters. The remaining 18 crashed due to mechanical failure and being hit by 'My Teammates.' The casualty ratio is simply appalling."

Li Yichen threw the tissue into the trash can and tapped his fingers twice on the mahogany table.

"Sharing happiness is worse than enjoying it alone." Li Yichen leaned back in his chair, crossed his legs, and said, "Ling'er, edit this highlight reel of the Indian Air Force. Add a cheerful Indian anthem and post it on the global internet. Let netizens all over the world have a good laugh."

"Alright!" Ling'er waved her little hand, and a massive data stream rushed into the global network.

A few minutes later, all servers on major social media platforms were overloaded.

On YouTube and Twitter, the video "A True Record of India's God-like Air Force Fighting Monsters" immediately topped the trending charts.

After experiencing the heavy blows of the US aircraft carrier being boiled and the Russian nuclear strike on the ice sheet, netizens around the world were collectively devastated when they saw this video.

The comments section turned into a sea of ​​joy.

A French netizen posted: "Thank you, India! You've provided a spectacular acrobatic performance for all of humanity just before the end of the world! I laughed so hard while eating my baguette."

A netizen from the British Empire commented: "Yellow Giant: I haven't even fired a shot, how come you've already fallen? This 'faking it' technique is something even I, the Yellow Giant, have to admit defeat in."

American netizens sarcastically remarked: "General MacArthur said: If I had been commanding the Indian army just now, I would rather go to Area 51 and clean toilets for the monsters."

Netizens in China were enjoying the gossip and making comments, creating a relaxed atmosphere like it was Chinese New Year.

"Great Xia uses mechs to kill monsters, Russia uses nuclear bombs to blow up monsters, and India uses comedy to make monsters laugh to death. Everyone has a bright future."

"I suggest awarding the Indian Air Force a peace prize; they successfully defused the seriousness of war with their farcical maneuver."

This global celebration largely dispelled the terrifying shadow cast by the Yellow Giants. People discovered that as long as the Great Xia military was there to back them up, these monsters didn't seem so scary after all, and could even be considered a source of amusement.

India, New Delhi underground command post.

Seeing the video mocking him online, the Prime Minister angrily slammed his curry rice against the wall. The yellow, pasty substance dripped down the wall, emitting a pungent spice smell.

The defense minister knelt on the ground, reporting with a mournful face.

"Your Excellency Prime Minister, the navy has been completely wiped out, and the army has suffered over 150,000 casualties. The air force... the air force dares not take off. The monsters have advanced to the outskirts of the capital. If we don't do something soon, our country will perish!"

The Prime Minister picked up the phone, his fingers trembling as he dialed the special line to the United States.

No one answered. Trump is in dire straits himself; he's lost his aircraft carrier and has no time to deal with him.

I dialed the number for Russia, but the call was immediately hung up.

Finally, the Prime Minister gritted his teeth and dialed the emergency hotline of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of Great Xia.

"Hey! Friends of Great Xia! Please help us!" the Prime Minister shouted into the microphone.

The receptionist from the Great Xia Ministry of Foreign Affairs said calmly, "Excuse me, we are currently taking inventory of humanitarian supplies. How many boxes of beef-flavored instant noodles would you like?"

"No instant noodles! We need mechs! We need the army!" The Prime Minister was frantic, jumping up and down. "Transfer us to high-ranking military officials! Quickly!"

In the conference room of the Shanghai Military Region.

He Zhenchuan's secure red phone rang.

After answering the call, He Zhenchuan listened for a few minutes, then put the phone on speakerphone and placed it on the table.

The voice of the head of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of Great Xia came through the phone.

"Commander-in-Chief He, India just sent a top-level plea for help. Their prime minister is crying and begging us to send troops, saying that they will agree to any conditions as long as Great Xia is willing to help."

He Zhenchuan glanced at Li Yichen.

Li Yichen picked up his teacup, blew on the steam, and slowly began, "Agree to any conditions? Making such a bold statement is risky. Connect to their command post; I'll speak with them personally."

Signal cut-in.

The voice of the Indian Prime Minister came through the loudspeaker, tinged with sobs.

"Friends of Great Xia! Help! A monster is right above us! We'll pay a billion dollars in military spending if you send that mech!"

Li Yichen sneered and slammed the teacup heavily on the table.

"A billion dollars? You're trying to fob me off." Li Yichen leaned back in his chair, his tone indifferent. "Great Xia can send troops. But the cost of sending troops must be calculated according to my rules. I don't want your worthless paper money."

He rattled off a long list of rare minerals.

Titanium, tungsten, cobalt, nickel, and manganese are all special metal materials urgently needed for interstellar warships and star destroyers.

"Gather five million tons of raw ore. Deliver it to Shanghai Port within a month after the war. If you're short even a tael, our Titan armor will be taking a spin over your presidential palace."

The person on the other end of the phone gasped and remained silent for a long time.

"Five million tons? This... this is almost three years' worth of our national mining output! Friends from Great Xia, could you reduce it a bit? How about one million tons?" The Prime Minister tried to bargain.

"Ling'er, cut off the communication." Li Yichen didn't even bother to say a word.

"Beep—" came the busy tone from the speaker.

Liu Guoliang took a sip of water and pointed to the miserable state of the Indian Prime Minister on the screen: "Brother Li, you've really gone all out with those five million tons of ore. Their mines will probably have to work non-stop for three years to mine it all."

"Is it ruthless?" Li Yichen pulled out a chair and sat down. "The keel of the interstellar fleet's main ship is now a bottomless pit. The planet-destroying cannons on the far side of the moon are almost shut down due to a lack of materials."

Since the Indians wanted to save their lives, exchanging some stones for their lives was a huge profit for them. Besides, our Great Xia's cannonballs also cost money.

Zhang Weiguo chimed in, "That's right, we can't help them for nothing. These guys are always causing trouble on the border, this is a good opportunity to bleed them dry."

Moreover, five million tons—I believe they have that much stock in their national treasury.

Less than a minute later, the phone rang frantically again.

After the call was connected, the voice of the Indian Prime Minister changed completely, and the sound of an explosion could even be heard in the background.

"We agree! We agree to everything! Five million tons of ore, every last bit will be delivered after the war! Please open fire now, the roof of the Presidential Palace has already been torn off!"

Li Yichen chuckled and tapped the table.

"Alright, since they're so eager to give us this, let's reluctantly help them out. Go and prepare the ore."

He turned to look at Ling'er.

"Ling'er, is the second space carrier fully charged?"

Ling'er brought up the control panel, where several green progress bars were fully loaded: "Ship number two is ready to go at any time. Main guns are fully charged. Target coordinates have been locked onto the Yellow Giant airship group over New Delhi."

Over New Delhi.

The leader of the yellow giants looked down at the defenseless city with disdain in his eyes.

It raised its hand, ready to issue the order to completely destroy the presidential palace. The bottom armor of dozens of airships opened, and a dark blue beam of light began to converge.

The Prime Minister of India, in his basement, clutched his head, closed his eyes in despair, and awaited death.

"Let the people of India see just how beautiful fireworks bought with five million tons of ore really are." Li Yichen stood up and walked to the window.

Above the stratosphere, the bottom armor of the stealthy second space carrier slid open. A robust high-energy laser main gun protruded from the hull, its energy matrix at the muzzle emitting a blinding blue-white light.