China's Romance with Missiles: Volume 1

Thousands of miles away, five miles from the Pakistan/China border sat two large armies opposite of one another. On one side was the army of Pakistan, on the other side was the even more vast army of China. In the sea of Chinese there stood a young soldier named Biao. He was of the lowest rank, just another grunt soldier out of hundreds of millions that were there.
He was thinking,, 'How did I ever get myself into this mess? Just six months ago, I went along with my friends and got a job in the military. Great pay, and my country hadn't been in a war for decades. So, I could have a nice job nearby my home. Then I would marry my long-time girlfriend. Coming out of high school, it seemed the best way for me to go. I never was smart in school, and Biao, be honest to yourself, you always chased after other things besides schooling!'
He gave a glance to his side, and there stood a timid young boy trying to keep his glasses up because they kept sliding down because of sweat. His military uniform was very clean, even with all the dust blowing in the wind. His body was skinny making Biao think of a stick. The boy turned and looked at Biao, giving him a nervous smile. His name was Lee. He was Biao's childhood friend. When all the other boys were drafted into the military. Lee was reluctant at first, but after he was drafted, he gradually excepted it. He was glad to be put with his best friend. His nervous friend Lee had a secret, he was the best martial artist Biao knew. His grimace of fear told Biao that Lee, like him, would rather be anywhere but there.
Lee spoke up nervously, “They...they say that ...um...well...that we outnumber them 1 to 5.” He then continued as if his knowledge was just to get his mind off what lay ahead, “When they launched their nuclear missiles at us, they destroyed Hong Kong, Beijing and Shanghai in one swoop. Beijing had a total of 45.75 million people, Shanghai had 48.121 million, and Hong Kong had 22,057,041. Roughly, that was ….”
Biao had heard Lee talk like this many times before. Lee wasn't the top of his class, but Biao knew he easily could have been. In school, Lee wanted to be normal like everyone else, but his secret of not marking all the right answers, even though he knew them, was known by very few. It was always about loyalty with Lee. Lee was more loyal than a brother to his friends. And Lee was known for spewing random information or talking a lot when he was nervous. He then focused his attention back on what Lee was babbling on about.
“...We then sent out missiles against them, missiles that would destroy all human and animal life wherever it hit, and which ill effects would evaporate within one month's time. We bombed Karachi, which had a stomping population of 65 million. Lahore, which had forty million. Islamabad, which had fifteen million. And Faisalabad, which had 12 million. We made their population drop less than 500 million. Furious, they called a draft, getting every capable man between the ages of fifteen-fifty. They then split that army in two, and sent one against India and the other against us. They brought only one-fourth of that into Tibet. They swept through killing people and destroying monasteries and other buildings in their wrath. The Tibetans that didn't flee into Tibet were slaughtered. Only 3% of the Tibetan population managed to escape to other parts of China, where they were re-settled. Thanks to our gracious government and Lord Lu Bu the 72nd. Just imagine, all those ancient sites destroyed. But we met them with our own army, and have driven them back here. And now the government wants to show our strength by attacking with our entire army. Oh why, why did I ever sign up?”
“Yeah, this really is unlucky. And we just happen to be on the front line.” Gasped Biao.
Right at that moment, above their head they saw tiny missiles flying toward Pakistan.
Biao grunted, “What in the world?”
Lee calculated and counted, “Those were 59 neutron high powered cruise missiles, of the class AN-11.”
His friend never ceased to amaze him.
“That's enough to destroy every city above 100,000 and maybe more in Pakistan.
The explosion went off in the distance. It grew bigger and bigger. It reminded Biao of a marshmallow allowed to cook in a microwave too long. Not just one explosion, but several in the distance.

The explosion went off in the distance. It grew bigger and bigger. It reminded Biao of a marshmallow allowed to cook in a microwave too long. Not just one explosion, but several in the distance.
Several of those missiles found their marks closer than they had thought. Just then, a strong wind blew across from that direction, bringing debris flying into their faces. Lee fell over in exasperation, while Biao clinched his teeth and firmly held his ground. Everyone was silent for that moment, and sounds of thunder came rolling toward them. Biao helped pick up his friend.
Beside him a man was licking his lips. Biao had talked to this man before, a newbie like himself. All he ever talked about was wanting to kill, and Biao could see now in his eyes the lust for blood.
“CHARGE!” came across a microphone, and before he knew it, he was running full speed down a large sloping hill. They ran up and down another hill, continuing this, until Biao saw a sea coming at him. But it wasn't a sea of water, but of millions upon millions of Pakistani soldiers. Holding his rifle in front of him, he knew he better take a shot before his enemy did,