Courtyard House: A System Connecting Two Worlds, Resources for the Nation

As the massive explosion occurred in India, apart from Commander Zhao who was able to barely remain calm, the other officers were waving their arms excitedly on the hillside.

In recent months, India has been building fortifications while frequently harassing the border, causing them great distress.

Even when patrolling and passing by the border, just glancing over there makes me incredibly annoyed.

I never thought I'd have such a satisfying day!

In stark contrast to their excitement were the Indian soldiers on the other side of the border.

The battle was already quite sudden, leaving the opposing side somewhat bewildered. The almost continuous explosions only added to their confusion, leaving them only knowing to attack towards the Dragon Kingdom.

As a result, they ran into a man-made bombing zone, and the charge of hundreds of men was reduced to a mere ten percent.

Looking back now, they discovered that such a huge explosion had occurred on their own country's rear positions, and the remaining soldiers who still had some fighting spirit were bewildered and at a loss.

Unwittingly, they followed the fleeing soldiers, who were like headless flies, running in all directions.

But at this point, what safe zone is there left on the border battlefield?

If they ran backwards, they would be bombarded by rockets; if they ran forwards, they would be in a man-made bombing zone; and if they ran to either side, they would be picked off one by one by the well-prepared riflemen of the Dragon Kingdom.

The smoke from the battlefield gradually dissipated as the sky began to lighten.

This border hillside, which used to be overgrown with weeds, has now been completely transformed.

Everywhere were charred craters, and the wreckage of bombed fortifications lay scattered about, with wisps of smoke occasionally rising from the rubble.

The situation was even worse at the border post in India. The ammunition depot exploded and burned for most of the night. By dawn, only fragments of wreckage remained, and not a single intact brick could be found.

On the Chinese side of the battlefield, border guards sat in twos and threes on the ground. Some leaned against the cover and closed their eyes to rest, some picked up spent shell casings from empty ammunition boxes, and some looked towards the other side.

"Squad leader, do you think there might still be anyone on the other side?"

A young soldier crouched behind a bunker, craning his neck to look ahead.

"What a load of rubbish." An old soldier sitting on an ammunition box nearby mumbled as he gulped down water. "Last night's bombing probably cooked even the rats underground, let alone people."

"We...we've won already?"

"Otherwise what? You want to fight them in hand-to-hand combat?"

The young soldier scratched the back of his head, a somewhat dazed look on his face.

He has been stationed here for quite some time, more than a year, and has encountered small groups of Indian troops more than a dozen times. Each time, they would exchange a few shots as a token gesture before withdrawing to their respective positions.

The protracted tug-of-war and verbal battles were countless. The most intense one was that the two sides, separated by the border, threw a few grenades at each other, injuring two people on each side, and then it ended.

Unlike last night's battle...

He looked down at the empty ammunition boxes piled up like a small mountain at his feet, then at the vast area of ​​fortifications opposite him that had been bombed into ruins, and then at himself.

It wasn't entirely unscathed. Last night, I got carried away throwing grenades and grazed my fist on a nearby tree trunk, scraping my skin and causing a burning pain.

But that's all!

On the hillside, Commander Zhao was still standing there. The officers behind him, though looking somewhat tired, could hardly contain their excitement.

"Commander!"

The staff officer ran up from behind, holding binoculars, his face beaming with barely suppressed laughter: "We've observed from a distance, and there are basically no survivors on the other side. On our side, we only have one soldier who twisted his ankle, which isn't even a minor injury."

Commander Zhao nodded, took out a match, lit the cigarette in his hand, took a drag, slowly exhaled, and then smiled: "Leave two squads on guard, and let the rest of you withdraw to rest and strengthen vigilance to prevent a counterattack from India."

"yes!"

The staff officer responded, turned to leave, then stopped and turned back to ask, "Commander, if India makes a move, will we continue fighting like we are today? Won't we consume too much ammunition?"

Upon hearing his question, Commander Zhao suddenly pursed his lips, almost unable to suppress a laugh, before raising his hand and pointing in the direction of the position a moment later.

"How much of the ammunition that was delivered yesterday have we used up?"

"About ten percent, that's about it. The consumption is too high!"

One-tenth of the ammunition was used up in just one night. Such consumption is terrifying, even catastrophic, on the battlefield.

After all, wars don't end in just a day or two. At this rate of consumption, ammunition reserves will be completely depleted in about 4 to 5 days.

Although the amount of ammunition delivered by the higher command this time is large, the subsequent logistical support is still unknown.

If India were to launch a fierce counterattack, they might face the desperate situation of having guns but no ammunition, which would be the most terrifying thing.

To put it bluntly, these border guards are so poor that they are reluctant to waste the ammunition they have fired.

Moreover, although this is the border, they are officers from within the country and are well aware of the current productivity of the Dragon Kingdom.

Based on their consumption rate last night, it's estimated that the domestic arsenals would only be able to supply them enough.

Before even discussing victory, the advisor was already considering defeat; this strategist's consideration was certainly correct.

However, he was unaware of Zhou Feng's existence.

These munitions didn't need to wait for the arsenal to produce them; they were finished products brought directly from the future world.

Commander Zhao took a deep drag on his cigarette, flicked off the ash, and remembered the instructions from his superiors. He then patted his staff officer on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, the higher-ups said that no matter how much ammunition we fire, they will immediately replenish it."

"This time, we're going to fight and bomb to our hearts' content, until India is terrified, and let them know that China is not to be trifled with!"

The staff officer paused for a moment, then smiled, nodded vigorously, and ran off.

Being able to deal with these Indian monkeys to his heart's content is the best news for him.

Those soldiers who were still looking around, having received the orders from the staff, finally confirmed one thing: the Indians on the other side had really been wiped out!

Someone shouted first, "We won!"

Then the whole hillside erupted in cheers.

"We won! We've won the battle!"

"Those bastards over there are all dead!"

"Hahaha! I threw almost twenty grenades, my arms are sore from all the swinging!"

"What's that? There were rockets right behind me, several rounds of them, and my ears are still ringing!"

"Awesome! That's fucking awesome!"

Young soldiers poured out from behind the bunkers; some jumped to the edge of the shell crater and waved to the other side, while others took off their hats and threw them into the air.

The platoon and squad leaders, who usually had stern faces, didn't stop them this time. Some even joined in themselves, shouting and laughing with their soldiers.

For the sake of the bigger picture, exercise restraint and tolerance...

They've heard this countless times lately, and no matter what provocative actions the other side takes, there's nothing they can do.

The big picture, the big picture, the big picture.

They've heard the "big picture" so many times they're sick of it.

Just like a spring, the greater the pressure applied, the greater the rebound force.

Last night, they finally let out all the pent-up frustration they had been holding in for so long!

Looking across the border at the hellish scene in India, not a single soldier felt any pity; instead, they all felt excited and relieved.