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"Ah-choo!" Yang Xiaoyou sneezed unexpectedly while driving, feeling a bit puzzled. Who was thinking about him at this moment?
However, he soon felt a soft and elastic touch behind him, accompanied by a faint fragrance that wafted into his nose. It was Liu Lianyue, who had crawled out from the back of the vehicle, seemingly curious about the car's performance and wanting to take a look.
The two had become quite familiar during their time in the Activity Room, so this kind of affectionate contact felt natural to them.
"It seems much easier to operate than a regular one. By the way, did that blueprint you gave actually help? I can't shake the feeling that you just pulled it out to fool that old man," Liu Lianyue remarked, surprised by how similar the controls were to ordinary driving. She had some experience with armored vehicles, though her exposure had been at a lower level. Her last comment hinted at some skepticism regarding the priest's attitude.
At first, it was inconvenient to discuss certain matters on-site, but now that they were out, she naturally wanted to clarify things.
"Of course it was useful. Well, their foundation is still solid enough. Although there are quite a few numbers involved, they do have reserves. The Horde in Kanpur should be starting to spread out now, but they only need three to succeed. At least they can manage over half of it and prevent the situation from becoming the worst-case scenario," Yang Xiaoyou said as he subtly rubbed his head against the soft touch behind him, not hesitating to share his rough assessment.
"Hmph! Taking advantage of me? Do you want to die?" Liu Lianyue's face flushed slightly as she shot him a glare and playfully tapped his head in reproach. However, she soon fell into thought again.
"It seems the impact of that dam isn't limited to Kanpur. Is it really okay to dump them all into the Ganges? What if the virus isn't completely eradicated and infects those downstream who drink from it?"
"Don't worry! The H Virus is delicate; we only need to be cautious about whether decaying corpses might cause diseases like malaria. But the Ganges is their Holy River; its self-purification ability should be quite strong. It's common practice to throw bodies into the river anyway. Bathing and drinking from it has always been done without major reactions; they should have built up some resistance by now."
When it came to discussing the H Virus, Yang Xiaoyou was confident. However, he felt uncertain about other potential contaminations that could arise from what lay ahead. Still, this was a resilient nation; it shouldn't fall so easily.
As they drove along in the armored vehicle, they were not only concerned about potential robberies by terrorists due to the chaos but also about encountering infected entities from villages affected by the virus. Yet none of these obstacles could stop their speeding armored car.
Through their observations along the way, it became clear that conditions within India were worsening. The large-scale Horde in Kanpur was still unknown in terms of resolution, while infections in nearby villages were already showing signs of spreading. If it weren't for the inherent weaknesses of the H Virus, India's collapse would merely be a matter of time.
Yet at this moment, the two major armed forces were still fighting fiercely against each other, which made Yang Xiaoyou sigh. If they could join forces to eliminate all the villages infected by the virus and control the situation while it was still in its infancy, the threat of the virus would diminish. However, they chose the most arduous path.
Even if the Rebel Army succeeded in the future, or the British Army managed to suppress them, the victorious side would inherit a mess riddled with problems.
Of course, from the perspective of the Chinese Empire, a severely weakened India, or even a fragmented Chaotic India, would be most beneficial for national interests.
If possible, one might even wish for Britain and the Indian Rebellion Army to fight indefinitely.
“Hiss, this is a border outpost of the Chinese Empire. Ahead is our inherent territory. Please stop immediately, or we will take forceful measures.” However, as Yang Xiaoyou struggled to maneuver the off-road vehicle up the mountain road, a sudden burst of chaotic sounds erupted from the public communication channel.
Then came a voice that spoke in Chinese followed by an English translation from the radio, leaving Yang Xiaoyou momentarily stunned.
He pulled up the vehicle's map to check; if this map was correct, it seemed there was still quite a distance to the nearest border of the Chinese Empire.
Moreover, he remembered that most of the Sino-Indian border was mountainous and fortified. Although the road was terrible now and they were relying solely on the vehicle's performance to cover some distance, it seemed there was still a significant difference from what he remembered.
“Damn it, taking advantage of someone else's misfortune? Kicking someone when they're down?” After realizing what was happening, Yang Xiaoyou couldn't help but show a deadpan expression.
But thinking about it, regardless of how chaotic the battle situation was here, once a victor emerged and faced this established fact, neither side would want to offend the Chinese Empire; they would have to swallow their pride.
Although it seemed shameless, it was undeniably practical. Yang Xiaoyou himself wasn't particularly patriotic, but as a member of the Chinese Empire, seeing this phenomenon brought him a slight sense of schadenfreude amidst some colleagues who were reveling in it.
He then spoke into the radio in Chinese, "We are all citizens of the Chinese Empire. India has blocked its external routes, and we have been stranded here. It has been a hard journey to reach this place."
On the other side at the Border Station, they seemed quite surprised by this response. They were indeed aware of the current situation in India and knew that many foreign tourists and workers were trapped there.
However, since the defensive line had slowly pushed forward to this point, they had not encountered any nationals escaping from mainland India; instead, there were quite a few local refugees seeking asylum.
Hearing such news, especially when a British Armored Vehicle was involved, felt somewhat peculiar.
"I'll take it from here." At that moment, Yang Kai emerged from behind and picked up the intercom. "I am the company commander of the Sharp Blade Fourth Reconnaissance Company from the Yunnan First Corps. You should now trust the origin of this armored vehicle."
Initially, Yang Xiaoyou wanted to scoff at this; after all, how far apart were the Southern Corps and this place? It seemed absurd to bring up an old company commander for credentials—surely they wouldn't recognize him. Liu Lianyue and her few companions beside her wore similar expressions.
However, the sudden sound of locking on from the other side left a few of the uninformed fellows momentarily stunned. It appeared that he was somewhat well-known after all.
Tragedy struck; over the weekend, I lost track of this system while competing with it. Wiping away tears.
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