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After godfather approved the military's plan to advance the western military exercises, an order from the military exploded like a spring thunder, crossing thousands of mountains and rivers and reaching every inch of the Daxia Army's front.

At this moment, from the vast eastern plains to the majestic western plateau, the combat readiness of the Daxia Army was instantly activated, as if a sleeping dragon was awakened and ready to spread its wings and take off.

In the early morning, when the first rays of sunlight shine on the military camp, the soldiers are already ready to go. They are dressed in camouflage, with firm eyes and faces filled with youthful enthusiasm and loyalty to the country.

The bugle sounded, and the passionate melody penetrated the morning mist, echoing in every corner, inspiring the passion and mission in the hearts of the soldiers.

In the military's command center, the map on the big screen was flashing with spots of light, indicating the locations of the troops being assembled.

The staff officers stared at the screen, their fingers jumping quickly on the keyboard, issuing precise orders one after another.

The armored convoy meandered along the road like a long steel dragon, crossing mountains and plains, heading straight for the western plateau.

Tanks, armored vehicles, artillery, and various support vehicles, carrying Daxia's hope and strength, drove towards that challenging land.

In the air, fighter jets, transport planes and helicopters fly in formation, like eagles spreading their wings, guarding the advance of ground troops. They carry supplies and support, ready to provide the most timely support to the front line at any time.

When the convoy arrived at the western plateau, it was a vast and desolate land with rolling mountains and shrouded in clouds and mist. The soldiers quickly unloaded their equipment, set up camp, and made final preparations.

On this plateau, the Daxia Army is like an unyielding Great Wall, guarding the country's peace and dignity. Their figures will become the most dazzling light in the long river of history.

The Daxia military's vigorous mobilization of military forces across the country was like a silent storm that quickly swept across the entire Daxia.

Rumors and speculations abounded on the Internet, but Daxia officials remained silent, only revealing that the purpose of the exercise was to enhance the country's emergency response capabilities and the military's combat capability.

However, the momentum of the mobilization could not be concealed. In the eastern cities, flights at the airports were frequently adjusted, and the train stations were crowded with people, with their eyes full of expectation and worry. In the western plateau, the originally quiet villages became lively overnight, and the villagers looked curiously at the busy figures of the unfamiliar soldiers.

Finally, amid everyone's anticipation, a military spokesman for Daxia announced a plan to mobilize 100,000 elite troops from the southeast, northwest, and northeast China to launch a large-scale military exercise in the Zhilin area.

As soon as the news came out, the world was in an uproar!

The title "1962 is about to happen again" was directly placed at the top of news media in various countries.

People's eyes turned to White Elephant Asan, waiting for his response.

White Elephant Asan Country, the Prime Minister’s residence.

"According to the latest news collected as of 8 o'clock this morning, the Daxia Army has mobilized thirteen combined brigades, and more than 100,000 people have entered the western plateau."

Chief of Staff Singh paused, stood respectfully in front of his desk, wiped the sweat from his forehead, raised his head slightly and glanced at Prime Minister Dimer, who was sitting in his office chair with a livid face. His slightly trembling voice continued to ring out in the huge office:

"In the Zhilin area of ​​Daxia, martial law has been imposed. According to the latest information obtained by the intelligence department through various channels, we have confirmed again and again that the numbers of six brigades have appeared, and the shadows of Baidi fighter planes have appeared at the surrounding airports."

Prime Minister Dimer, known as "Old Immortal Di", had a frown on his face and a gloomy expression. A hint of fear flashed across his face and his eyes drifted to the in-depth analysis of "Will 1962 Happen Again" on his office computer.

1962, that is the pain that will never be erased from Bai Xiang Asan's heart.

In two consecutive wars, although Daxia was at a disadvantage in terms of military strength, it achieved an amazing record of 10:1.

Even though fifty years had passed, he still clearly remembered the shocking scene of the Daxia army rushing out of the plateau like a tiger descending from the mountain.

Just a few thousand soldiers inflicted heavy losses of tens of thousands on their country's most elite troops.

Now, facing the situation where 100,000 brave soldiers of Daxia are stationed on the border, ready to fight at any time, Dimer feels helpless.

"Does the military have any response strategy?" Dimer took a deep breath, trying to calm the panic deep in his heart, raised his head and stared at Singh.

"After 1962, our army has made several plans for conflicts with Daxia."

Singh's expression changed. His eyes met the sharp gaze directed at him. He subconsciously shrank his neck and stammered:

"However, the current situation has made our plans become a pile of waste paper and have no effect at all."

"why?"

Dimo looked at Singh with a cold gaze.

"Because our plan estimates that Daxia's military strength is less than 20,000..."

Singh stole a glance at Dimo, lowered his head guiltily, and explained in a low voice: "After all, the western plateau is full of mountains and the roads are rugged and difficult to travel. It is difficult to mobilize large-scale troops. Therefore, our estimate of Daxia's military strength is based on this."

"Waste, idiot!"

Dimo's gaze was like an ice blade in the cold night, sharp and piercing, as if it could penetrate Singer's heart and reach the depths of his soul.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he tried hard to control his emotions and not let them explode.

Although he had some understanding of the incompetence of his country's military generals, he never expected it to be so disappointing.

"I need a plan."

After taking two deep breaths, Modi said coldly: "A plan to deal with this crisis... If Daxia really attacks us regardless of everything, how can our White Elephant army win the battle."

"Your Excellency Prime Minister."

Singh opened his mouth, hesitated for a while, and said helplessly: "The combat effectiveness of the Daxia Army is world-renowned, with well-trained soldiers and an excellent command system."

Chief of Staff Singh's voice was heavy, "In the past few decades, the Daxia Army has demonstrated extremely high adaptability and combat effectiveness in various complex terrains and harsh climatic conditions...

Today, they are even more powerful, with all kinds of cutting-edge weapons developed by themselves emerging one after another...

If Daxia's 100,000 troops really want to attack us, without external help, relying on our own army alone, even if we deploy 500,000, we may find it difficult to resist."

The two armies faced each other, and before the battle even started, the military leader had already weakened by three points, which made Dimer unable to contain his anger any longer. He slammed his hands on the table, stood up and said sternly:

"I let you control the army, allocated huge amounts of funds to you every year, and constantly gave you money to buy weapons everywhere, but you only raised a bunch of useless people...

No matter what, you must send me more troops immediately, send more troops to the border. If 500,000 is not enough, then 1 million.

We in India must not lose to Daxia in terms of momentum."