Sino-Indian Border Post:
Bitter icy winds whipped through the Himalayas releasing its fury on the men of the 16th Punjab Rifle division. Gurjit Singh who was on guard duty huddled closer to the wall.
Bloody hell he said to the man next to him Why the hell are we defending this god forsaken place?
Vasant Kaul the second man on guard duty grimaced as the wind buffeted them again Because its the Chinese borders Mumbais been getting bad vibes from them. So here we are
As if the Chinese would want this bloody place, Singh growled
Yeah well Mumbai happens to think so for some reason
The radio next to them crackled to life Wool sector under attack
.Silk sector under attack
.Chinese troops sighted
Sing stared as Vasant wide eyed Sound the alarm! he roared
Men began scrambling out of the barracks getting dressed as they went. Weapons were grabbed and a ring was formed on the border post.
Colonel Chidambaram climbed to the top of the post and put his binoculars to his eyes. Hundreds of Chinese soldiers were charging up the hill towards the post.
Here they come! he shouted down Fire on my order!
Gurjit Singh aimed his rifle down into the icy darkness steeling himself for what was to come.
Vasant grinned, So we finally see some action eh? Well show those slanty eyed yellow bastards who owns this place
Yes I will bring great honor to my people all will know of how Gurjit Singh turned back the Chinese with his bare hands. My name will become revered throughout the nation! he snarled
Vasant laughed, Here they come!
FIRE! the ordered was bellowed by Chidambaram
Immediately the well-trained men of the 16th Punjab Rifle division responded. Hundreds of rifles cracked in unison bringing down a like number of Chinese soldiers. As the front line went down the second continued to charge trampling the bodies of their fallen comrades.
Sing aimed carefully and fired again his target went down his skull split open.
It went on like this till the early hours of the morning the men fighting and dying. Bullets being sprayed into masses of men the clatter of machine guns and the occasional explosion of a grenade.
The screams of the dying echoed throughout the valley.
Singhs eyes were bloodshot and the gun smoke stung his eyes and made them water, his face and body were covered with black soot he continued firing mechanically not even caring anymore if he hit anyone. On and on it went unending.
Suddenly there was quiet an eerie silence. The sun broke out and cast its rays upon the exhausted men of the 16th Punjab Rifle division.
Singh waited for his eyes to adjust to the light then gazed down on the valley. Everywhere there were bodies, rifles and spent bullet casings were scattered around. The grass had turned red with blood the blood of Chinese soldiers. Singh shook his head to clear the pounding headache he had. He turned to Vasant We won he said disbelievingly We won! he shouted. Cheers filled the air. India had won.
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