Courtyard House: Why is my time-travel experience so shabby?

Afternoon, North Africa.

The Sahara Desert, which is as hot as a furnace, and the Devil's Valley.

“Ding ding, ding ding~~”

From the deep cave hidden in the cliffs, bursts of rapid radio broadcasts continued to be heard.

At this moment, Du Weiguo's hands left afterimages, and strings of Morse codes were sent out from his hands like flowing water.

Not far from him, Reina sat there blankly, holding a kettle. Her eyes were dim and her face was so gloomy that it seemed like water was about to drip out of it.

Just now, Du Weiguo unconditionally defended Miss Hu. His resolute and overbearing attitude crushed her beliefs with ease.

She felt powerless and frustrated. It seemed that the huge mountain of Miss Hu was insurmountable.

"Ok, done."

After a long while, Du Weiguo finally stopped. He exhaled and stretched lazily.

"Hehe~" He sneered and said to himself:

"Damn it, don't these red-headed assholes want to start a war with me? Fine, let's have a good fight and see who will win in the end."

Upon hearing this, Reina came back to her senses immediately, and she no longer cared about sulking.

"Wesley, who did you just contact?"

"The KGB boss, Nikonov." Du Weiguo did not hide anything and told the truth generously.

"Nikonov?"

Reina's brows knitted tightly together, and then she shuddered as if she had guessed some horrible possibility.

Her voice trembled a little: "Wesley, what did you talk to him? Why did you talk for so long?"

Du Weiguo lit a cigarette and said calmly:

"Nothing much, just asking him to help me convince the top brass of the Russian bears to borrow some weapons from them."

The ominous premonition in her heart became stronger and stronger. Reina's voice suddenly trembled more violently, and she even stuttered when she spoke:

"Weapons? What weapons?"

"What do you think?"

Du Weiguo raised his eyebrows at her, and two long arrow-like white smoke blew out of his nostrils, and his tone was joking:

"Now, I am almost self-sufficient in conventional weapons, so I definitely have no shortage of them. The only thing that is worth all the trouble and effort to lick the face of the bear is, of course, the Big Pineapple."

The ominous premonition was confirmed, Reina's body couldn't help but shake, and her face turned pale in an instant.

"Wesley, what do you want to do?" Reina's tone was a little desperate.

"Ha~" Du Weiguo sneered: "What else can we do? Of course, prepare for war."

"Are you crazy?" Reina's voice instantly rose an octave, and veins popped out on her forehead:

"Wesley, the last time you detonated the Big Pineapple in India, you used the Viper Cult and the plague as justifications, which was barely justifiable.

This time it was your unreasonable request, which was not tenable in theory. If you really use the Big Pineapple again, you will be condemned by everyone immediately."

"Criticized by thousands of people?" Du Weiguo raised his eyebrows. "So what? Am I not the world's public enemy now?"

"But~" Reina's forehead was sweating with anxiety.

"No buts." Du Weiguo waved his hand, interrupting what she was about to say.

"Reina, in this awful world, when has reason ever been used? Aren't these red-headed Indians going to go to war with me? Can I still be scared by them?

Since we are both determined to fight to the death, I will not hold back any longer. I will definitely use all my trump cards and fight you to the death."

At this point, the corners of his mouth curled up in a cruel arc:

"Just now, I borrowed 20 pineapples from Mao Xiong, and Nikonov has agreed. My plan is to take turns to all the major cities in Tianzhu."

Du Weiguo was not exaggerating when he said this.

Nikonov was very welcoming of his request and agreed to it without any hesitation.

At this stage, the relationship between Russia and India is actually pretty good.

The Russian Bear is currently actively trying to get India to break away from its closeness and dependence on the Western camp and turn into their arms. To this end, it has provided many aid projects.

However, these are all appearances. Tianzhu is just pretending to be nice and taking advantage. Deep down, the third brother still prefers his original master England.

After all, after hundreds of years of slavery, the slave mentality has been ingrained in their bones and has become a habit.

Therefore, the Russians were very happy to see Du Weiguo go to war with Tianzhu, and they hoped that they would fight each other, the more brutal the fight, the better.

"You, you~"

Hearing Du Weiguo's crazy plan to destroy the country, Reina was speechless. She stammered for a long time but couldn't utter a complete sentence.

Du Weiguo completely ignored her ugly expression and continued to speak:

"Nikonov just promised me that he would give me two hydrogen bombs with a yield of more than one million tons. The power is definitely enough to completely flatten New Delhi."

"I plan to save the other one for Mumbai. I want to see what these red-headed Indians can do with it~~"

"Wesley!" Reina couldn't bear it any longer and interrupted his chatter with a loud shout.

"Do you really want to start a nuclear war?"

"Nuclear war?" Du Weiguo curled his lips in disdain and asked in a joking tone:

"As far as I know, there shouldn't be a pineapple in India, right? Or are you, the British Empire, willing to turn against me for this useless former slave?"

Reina was choked, but she was still unwilling to give in and wanted to persuade him again:

"Wesley, you know my position. I am just speaking the truth. England has too many interests involved in India."

"Destroying someone's financial resources is like killing their parents, if you insist on doing so~~"

When she said this, she suddenly felt her mouth dry, and the words that were clearly on the tip of her tongue could no longer come out.

"What will happen? Will England really dare to personally go to war with me and launch a nuclear bombardment?"

Du Weiguo curled his lips noncommittally: "To be honest, I'm not afraid at all. I'm even vaguely looking forward to it."

He flicked the cigarette butt, rubbed his fingers together, and said in a scoundrelly tone:

"Although I have saved up some bottles and cans in the past two years, it is still far less than what the British Empire has. If I really start working on this, I will definitely make money."

Reina stopped talking, but her brows were tightly furrowed, and even her face was distorted.

At the same time, 55 kilometers southwest of New Delhi is the small town of Gurgaon.

Gurgaon is backed by the Drisia Mountains, covered with green trees and picturesque scenery. It is a natural oxygen bar and was originally a holiday and recuperation resort.

But at this moment, Gurgaon has become a hell on earth, with broken walls everywhere, and the smell of blood and gunpowder filling every inch of the air in the city.

All the residents of the city who were still able to move, even if they could only crawl, ran away.

Several brigades of troops, nearly 2 in total, gathered outside the city, surrounding Gurgaon tightly. The shadow of war hung over this small city.

At this moment, at the northern foot of Mount Drisia, at the Ratshida Resort Hotel.

In the luxurious suite, Miss Hu was half-lying lazily on the leather sofa, and her jade-like fingers picked up a lychee from the crystal tray.

I had just peeled the fruit and before I could put the flesh into my mouth, the door was slammed open by someone.

"Ms. Hu, Asan's troops have moved. There are about two regiments of soldiers equipped with heavy firepower. They are rapidly approaching the hotel. The current distance is about 5 kilometers." Shota ran in quickly, his tone a little impatient.

"Why are you panicking? Just get closer. If an enemy comes, we will fight him with our soldiers. If a flood comes, we will block it with earth."

Miss Hu reluctantly put the peeled lychees back into the tray. Her tone was very lazy, without any sign of nervousness.

Shota licked his blistered lips and reminded tentatively:

"Ms. Hu, there aren't many crows left nearby. Dealing with these two groups is almost the limit. If they continue to send more troops~~"

He was in a very bad condition at the moment, with sunken eye sockets, dark circles under his eyes, and looked very haggard.

Before that, Miss Hu quickly eliminated the three fully-strength regiments of the Indian army with lightning speed, and the main force relied on Shota's crow army.

He was also in charge of the subsequent investigation and vigilance work, and he worked almost non-stop. If it weren't for his strong physique and strong recovery ability, he would have collapsed long ago.

There is another fatal point: the number of crows is limited after all.

Now, all the crows within a radius of 50 kilometers have been summoned by Shota. This is his summoning limit. Currently, only tens of thousands of crows are left.

"Hehehe~" Upon hearing this, Miss Du laughed.

She turned over and sat up, picked up the cigarette box on the coffee table, lit one herself, and then threw the cigarette box and lighter to Shota.

"Shota, come, sit down, smoke a cigarette, drink some water, and rest for a while."

Shota took the cigarette box, but still stood: "Ms. Hu, I'm not thirsty, nor tired."

He is a responsible person. At this moment, the enemy is at the gates of the city. He is extremely anxious. How can he have the mood to smoke or drink water?

The smile on Miss Hu's face suddenly became even more intense:

"Shota, you're really good and responsible. No wonder Duda likes you so much."

"Thank you, Miss Hu. I just did what I was supposed to do. I don't deserve your praise."

Shota was a little overwhelmed by the praise and scratched his head shyly.

"If I say you deserve it, then you deserve it."

Miss Hu smiled and exhaled smoke, then suddenly changed the subject: "But you are still thinking too simply."

Upon hearing this, Shota subconsciously raised his eyebrows, a little surprised, but he did not refute out loud, but waited quietly for what Miss Hu would say next.

Miss Hu became more and more satisfied with his performance. She believed that subordinates should have the awareness and attitude of subordinates.

In this regard, the Japanese do the best and are impeccable.

"Shota, how many troops are surrounding us outside now?"

Shota replied without hesitation: "Four brigades, three regiments, total number of people is about 4?"

Miss Hu brushed off her cigarette ash and said in a leisurely tone: "Do they have heavy firepower?"

Shota had already vaguely guessed the implication of Miss Hu's words, but he did not try to be clever and answer, but still replied honestly:

"Yes, among the four brigades, one is a mechanized brigade, and among the three regiments, one is an artillery regiment, with tanks and heavy artillery."

"Yes, they have everything." Miss Hu nodded:

"The commander of the Red Head Indian is not a fool. If he really wants to kill us, why not just use artillery to plow the land? Is it necessary to use human lives to fill the gap?"

Shota understood, but not completely, and there was confusion in his eyes.

"Ms. Hu, what is their purpose?"

"Oh~ What purpose could it have? Just to show off." Miss Hu sneered, her tone full of disdain.

"These red-headed Indians are deliberately putting on an attitude of fighting to the death, trying to use the lives of the soldiers to force us to give up our demands."

"What?" Shota was dumbfounded. He totally couldn't understand such an incredible operation.

"Ms. Hu, what you mean is that they deliberately sent their own people here in batches to die, hoping that we would feel guilty for killing too many people and then give up on our own initiative."

"Hmm~" Miss Hu snapped her fingers, and her expression became even more playful.

"Does it sound hard to understand? But this is the truth."

"People are all made of flesh and blood, and they can't be hard-hearted. Aren't you feeling guilty now and starting to feel pity for those cannon fodders, and finding it increasingly difficult to kill them?"

This answer is so outrageous that Shota has lost his ability to organize his words:

"But, but, they are all their own people, right?"

"Our own people? What do you mean by our own people?" Miss Hu curled her lips:

"Shota, human life is the cheapest! In the eyes of those high-caste masters, the status of the lower castes is even lower than that of livestock. They are just consumables. They don't care how many people die."

After a pause, her tone became somewhat distant:

“In fact, this situation is not limited to India. All crows are black, from ancient times to the present, regardless of the East or the West.

All those in power and in office will claim to be serving the people, but in fact, they don’t care about the lives of the people.”

Shota's worldview was shattered after hearing this. It took him a long time to recover and he asked in a trembling voice:

"Ms. Hu, how should we deal with this?"

"Whoo~"

Exhaling the last puff of smoke, Miss Hu imitated Du Weiguo and extinguished the cigarette butt with her fingers. Her tone suddenly relaxed:

"What are we dealing with? We don't have to do anything. We just need to eat and drink."

"Ah?" Xiang was confused.

"What?" Miss Hu rolled her eyes at him.

"Shota, do you believe it? Now, even if we stand in front of these assholes, they won't dare to touch us at all?"

"how is this possible?"

Shota subconsciously denied it, but at that moment, an idea suddenly flashed in his mind and he blurted out:

"I see! Because sir!"

"Well, you're not too stupid. You finally got it." Miss Hu nodded with satisfaction.

"That's right. As long as your master is still alive, they won't dare to kill us. They can't afford the revenge of the evil spirit."

Miss Hu threw the peeled lychee into her mouth and chewed it so hard that even the core was crushed into pieces.

She turned her head, looked out the window with a distant gaze, and muttered to herself vaguely:

"Humph, do you think I'm scary? If I die here, Du Da can use a big pineapple to plow the entire Tianzhu and make the Indians lose their country and exterminate their race!"

"Dengdengdeng~"

At this moment, hurried footsteps were heard again in the corridor outside the suite, and before he entered the door, Gibson's excited loud voice came in.

"Withdraw! Withdraw! Ms. Hu, the Tianzhu authorities have given in!" (End of this chapter)