There was chaos in the Lion Regiment's camp.
Sunil’s body was hung on the flagpole in the playground.
They saw the Holy Rat Lord, wearing a red cloak and a crown, rushing into the military camp with countless mice.
“It’s the goddess Karnimata who is angry!”
"The goddess's messenger, Lord Holy Rat, has brought his troops to encircle and suppress us!"
Indians cannot kill rats.
In their religion, when people die, they turn into rats, and when rats die, they turn into people.
Rats are the place where the souls of their ancestors rest after their death.
The soldiers were chased by rats and ran around everywhere, crying and shouting, and kneeling on the ground begging for mercy, but few soldiers took out their guns to kill the rats.
Gasibo, the leader of the Lions, is enjoying his Russian dinner.
Borscht made with beetroot, beef and cabbage, delicious caviar, soft honey cake...
In his early years, Gasibo was sent to study in Russia by his family. After so many years, he still prefers these Russian delicacies to Indian pilaf.
He had a habit when eating, which was not to allow soldiers to disturb him with official business, which would affect his mood for eating.
So even though there was such chaos outside, no soldier dared to rush in to report to him.
He scooped a spoonful of caviar and put it on his palm to warm it up. Then he rolled his tongue and sucked the fresh caviar into his mouth. He closed his eyes to feel the fragrance of the caviar and opened his eyes intoxicatedly...
Eh? Was it because the caviar was so delicious that he was hallucinating?
Why did he see a pink mouse, with its butt sticking out, its head buried in a gold-rimmed white porcelain bowl, slurping its borscht?
The key point is that this mouse is wearing a crown and a red cloak.
Gasibo was sure that this must be an illusion. He rubbed his eyes, and then he saw a dozen mice standing on his dining table, eating his caviar and gnawing on his honey cakes...
"ah……"
Gasibo screamed.
He had studied abroad and was not as superstitious as his fellow tribesmen, so he pulled out his pistol.
However, a gorgeous figure floated by and snatched the gun from his hand.
A woman?
A woman dressed like the goddess Karnimata floated before his eyes.
With a "bang", the goddess actually picked up the plate on the table and smashed it on his head.
He was knocked unconscious by the goddess.
Xie Wan searched Gasibo's room and found many letters, but unfortunately the letters were all written in Hindi. Xie Wan could not understand the contents, so he took them all away.
She visited the Lions' armory again.
Except for a few armored vehicles and anti-aircraft guns, the other guns and ammunition were too old, and Xie Wan looked down on them.
She didn't even think about the fact that she had just robbed the Lions three years ago. How could the Indian military equip the Lions with such good weapons?
Xie Wan collected the junk with reluctance. No matter how much he disliked it, he couldn't leave it to the enemy.
After calling Xiaozhi to gather, Xie Wan waved his sleeves and left the Lion Group’s base.
This time she crossed the border directly near the Dewang outpost and found that the security at this outpost had been relaxed to the extreme.
Dewang was kneeling in his room worshipping his Holy Rat Lord.
Xie Wan did not disturb the short Indian officer. He believed in Lord Saint Rat so much that he could be considered a follower of Xiao Zhi. He hoped that he could remember the revelations given to him by Lord Saint Rat.
When Xie Wan crossed the boundary marker carrying Gesang Dunzhu on his back, he saw his elder brother waiting anxiously at the border.
"Sister, you're back."
Xie Wan handed Gesang Dunzhu to Xie Yuanchao and said, "He's fine, he should wake up soon. I've treated all the wounds on his body. I told old Gesang to go to the clinic to change the dressing in three days. Don't let him get wet for the next few days."
"Thank you, military doctor?" Old Gesan ran out from the other side and shouted from afar.
"Hey, you guys are all here?"
Xie Wan saw old Gesang and many herdsmen from Beibeng Township.
"Didn't you suggest to me that we hold a bonfire party on the border tonight?"
Xie Wan then remembered that she had indeed given Xie Yuanchao this idea before she left.
Of course, the main purpose is, first, to put on a show for the reporters on the other side, and second, to confuse the Indian side and facilitate their own actions.
But she didn't expect her action to be so smooth. In less than a day, she rescued Gesang Dondrub and took a lot of photos.
When old Gesan saw the scars on his son's body, he was so angry that he wanted to pick up his hunting rifle and rush over to fight Asan.
Xie Wan whispered in Old Gesang's ear: "I have avenged Brother Dunzhu."
Old Gesang was grateful to Xie Wan for saving his son, and said emotionally: "Doctor Xie, you are the great benefactor of our Gesang family. Whenever you need us, all the men and women in our Gesang family are willing to go through fire and water for you."
Xie Wan asked Lao Gesang to send Dunzhu home to rest first.
"Xie Wan!" A girl with long braids and wearing a military uniform stood in the distance and waved at Xie Wan.
Xie Wan went to see his elder brother, "Hey, the comrades from the art troupe haven't left yet?"
Xie Yuanchao's face flushed slightly, and he pouted, "They rested at the sentry post last night. Today, when they heard that we were going to hold a bonfire party on the border, they volunteered to stay and show those Western reporters our great power style."
As night fell, songs of praise for the motherland floated across the border, herders sang and danced in a jubilant atmosphere. Countless flashbulbs on the other side recorded this confusing scene for Westerners.
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