Facing the imposing manner of the Indian base commander, Shi Tie Zhu did not even change his arms-crossed, casually leaning posture. He cast him a sidelong, contemptuous glance. "You, were you talking to me? What the hell are you?"
The base commander's expression changed instantly. He shouted furiously, "You, you—you're just a common soldier! How dare you speak to me like that?!"
A glance at his rank: colonel. Quite high.
But.
"Too quiet. Can't hear you."
The base commander immediately began cursing furiously, incomprehensible Hindi flying everywhere.
Shi Tie Zhu picked at his ear. "You want to ask questions in such a soft voice? My hearing is damaged. If I can't hear you, I can't hear you."
The attendant behind him, who also served as translator, bellowed from his diaphragm, "Soldier, standing before you is the Executive Officer of Third Base!"
"Oh, that was loud enough. So you're an Indian colonel." Shi Tie Zhu still did not change his posture. "But so what? Want me to stand straight and salute you? Are you worthy?"
Shi Tie Zhu truly looked down on Indian officers from the bottom of his heart. A defeated general still dared to strut around? Back then, East Wind Company had blown up their entire headquarters, leaving their whole command system paralyzed until the end of the war. He had killed countless men with ranks higher than this guy's. Wanted him to salute? Worthy my ass!
The base commander's face instantly flushed red. His lips trembled, and he did not know what to say.
At that moment, the officers from the military justice department arrived. The leader was a Chinese officer, also a colonel.
"What happened?"
Only then did Shi Tie Zhu stand properly. After snapping to attention, he gave a standard salute. "Greetings, sir!"
The colonel returned