Year: 2212 | Location: Line of Control, Kashmir Sector – Akhand Bharat vs. Neo-Dragon China
Kashmir wasn't snow anymore.It was ash. Mud mixed with burnt metal. Dead trees stood like broken matchsticks. The wind didn't carry songs. It carried the stench of rotting men and spilled fuel.
Shoonya stood on top of a half-crushed tank, eyes scanning the grey horizon.
3,000 Indian soldiers.20,000 Chinese troops marching in.AI drones were crashing one by one — hacked by enemy pulses.No backup. No air cover. No time.
This was a suicide zone.
And yet, Shoonya wasn't even blinking.
"Status?" he asked, voice flat.
"Outnumbered 7 to 1. They've got exo-suits, tanks, two EMPs. We have…"His officer hesitated."…rocks."
Shoonya smirked. "Then we aim better."
Hour 1: The Setup
Shoonya divided his unit into 12 squads. Not by rank — by personality.
Hotheads were made bait. Calm ones were snipers. Broken ones were sent underground with explosives.
"Don't defend the border," he told them."Make it kill them."
He used terrain like a goddamn scalpel.
Narrow passes were filled with oil drums.
Abandoned villages booby-trapped with smart mines.
Even the fog was rigged — jammers throwing off heat signatures.
The enemy expected resistance.Shoonya gave them nightmares.
Hour 4: The Breach
The Chinese opened with shockwaves. Sound cannons. Their mechs marched in.
The first row of Shoonya's men died. Instantly. He didn't blink.
"Execute Plan K9," he ordered.
Ten seconds later, the ground exploded under the Chinese's front line.Their lead squad fell into a gorge that wasn't there yesterday.
"Make the AI lie," Shoonya had said.His engineers had spent days feeding fake topography to enemy systems.
The Chinese weren't fighting soldiers.They were fighting a ghost in the map.
Hour 7: The Bluff
Shoonya sent a dead enemy soldier's suit — remotely activated — sprinting toward the Chinese camp.
Boom.
It carried a mini-nuke. Not real. Just hot enough to look real.
The enemy panicked, scattered, wasted air cover on shadows.
Shoonya took the opportunity to launch a counter-snipe.
One bullet. One general.
Gone.
Hour 9: The Wall
Only 700 men left now. Blood everywhere. One medic screamed about losing his hands.
Shoonya didn't stop.
He climbed up the broken radio tower and used a torch to signal the last command:
"Burn the valley."
Hundreds of barrels detonated along the ridge. Fire poured down like hell's waterfall. Even the Chinese mechs couldn't take it.
By dawn, the valley was silent.
Smoke. Crows. And a single man standing tall in the firelight — with a cracked helmet and a burnt flag.
Shoonya.
Report Filed:ENEMY CASUALTIES: 18,000+OWN LOSSES: 2,300STATUS: BORDER HELD
Shoonya didn't celebrate.
He wiped blood off his blade, looked west, and whispered:
"Next."