The Hindustanis Are Angry

Late in the night.

All the lights in a command center somewhere in Hindustan were still on. Everyone inside was busy at work.

A big screen displayed the live satellite feed.

In the room, many Hindustani soldiers were working frantically with grim expressions on their faces.

"We have spotted the target, General!"

Someone stood up excitedly and reported the news to a man standing on a higher platform.

The man was in his fifties. He was dressed in a smart military uniform adorned by many medals. His thin and sculpted face had a thick mustache.

He immediately jumped into action. "Scramble the fleet of fighter jets from the nearby airbase. He must be stopped!" He yelled.

"We… cannot afford to lose any more troops!

"This is utter humiliation! Humiliation!"

He was losing control of his temper.

His fists were clenched tightly, and his body was shaking violently.