Two Realms: Don’t call me evil!

In the northwest of Zen Country, at a large military airport.

Hundreds of Iron Battalion Genetic Warriors were on standby, each of them carrying a backpack, two-thirds of them wearing the first-generation biological colonization suit, and one-third wearing the second-generation mechanical colonization suit.

This group of genetic warriors, representing the strongest individual force of Blue Star, all had cold eyes at this time, like a statue, full of murderous aura.

"This mission, our goal is to occupy the Siliguri Corridor. The mission requires us to go deep behind enemy lines, destroy the traffic lines of the Siliguri Corridor, and prevent the personnel and logistical materials of the Asan Country from passing through. Do you have confidence?"

Miao Lun, the commander of the Iron Battalion, spoke like thunder. He personally led the team to set off for this mission.

"Yes."

In response to Miao Lun, there was a roar like a dragon. Every genetic warrior of the Iron Battalion was extremely confident, because they were genetic warriors.

"Get on the plane."

Miao Lun waved his hand, and the neatly arranged Iron Battalion team immediately began to board the transport planes in an orderly manner.

After all the boarding was completed, with the signal from the tower, a total of twelve transport planes of the transport squadron taxied on the runway one after another, and then pulled up and flew straight into the blue sky, flying towards the six states in the eastern region of Asan.

In fact, before this batch of transport planes arrived at the six states in the eastern region, the attack of the Jeko Group had already arrived.

The air formation of the Magic Bird fighters taking off from all over Zen Country formed a mighty fleet.

Of course, Asan noticed such a large-scale fleet taking off, but the number of fighters they deployed at the airports in the six states in the eastern region was not as good as the fighters taken off by the Jeko Group.

Not only the number is not as good, but there is also a gap in the performance of the aircraft and the technical and tactical level of the pilots.

The Magic Bird fighters on the Jeko Group's side have all been modified.

You know, the modern level of technology is not that it is impossible to build a fighter with stronger performance, but the aircraft needs to take into account the pilot's tolerance.

The high-intensity maneuvering and speed aircraft can withstand, but the pilots can't stand it, so all countries are actively developing unmanned fighter projects.

But the Jeko Group did the opposite. After the magic bird fighter was modified with spiritual materials and talismans, its performance was greatly improved.

The pilots were replaced by genetic warriors. Ordinary pilots could not withstand the side effects of excessive overload of flight performance, but the tolerance of genetic warriors was much higher than that of ordinary pilots. They could easily fly the magic bird fighter and bring out the excellent performance of the magic bird fighter.

When the magic bird fighter invaded the airspace of the six states in the East District, with the training level of the San Kingdom who often crashed the plane, the result was imaginable when it faced the genetic warrior pilots flying the magic bird fighter.

One by one, the magic bird fighters were equipped with biological radars, the fuselage was covered with a thin layer of flesh membrane, and the wings had wisps of feather firefly patterns flashing. The whistling magic bird fighters broke into the six states in the East District. Those San Kingdom fighters that dared to take off were either blown up in the air or fled in panic and ran into the protection circle of the ground anti-missile system.

The loss ratio between the two sides was very shocking. Even though India was equipped with advanced aircraft such as Su-30, Mirage-2000, Rafale, MiG-29, etc., their poor training level made it impossible for them to fight against the Magic Bird fighters.

When the airstrike ended, India lost up to 48 fighters, and major military airports were destroyed by the Jeko Group, making it impossible for India to transport fighters from the rear.

In addition to the small number of Magic Bird fighters lost, the biggest loss of the Jeko Group occurred in the Magic Bird fighters themselves. The Magic Bird fighters that took off for combat all showed varying degrees of durability loss.

The biggest disadvantage of the Magic Bird fighter is this. Although the enchanted array pattern engraved inside enhances the performance of the fighter, it also accelerates the aging of the fighter. The life span of a Magic Bird fighter that can take off for combat is usually only about five times. If it is not an important mission, the Jeko Group generally does not deploy the Magic Bird fighter.

After clearing the airspace threats of the six states in the eastern region, some of the Magic Bird fighters cruised in the sky, confronting the anti-missile system on the ground of India, or air-strike other ground forces of India.

Another part of the Magic Bird fighters joined the transport squadron that had just arrived in the six states in the eastern region, protecting them and escorting them to the airspace of the Siliguri Corridor safely.

India has deployed a lot of troops in the Siliguri Corridor. They also know that this is their strategic weakness. They have deployed an anti-aircraft artillery regiment, an infantry division, and a mountain regiment here, and established corresponding military defense facilities.

The Magic Bird fighter squadron for escort protection arrived first, separated from the transport fleet and began to drop bombs. One by one, the precision-guided bombs separated from the fuselage and fell to the ground, creating huge craters.

There were also anti-aircraft missiles and anti-aircraft artillery barrages launched from the ground of India to fight back, but the Jeko Group, which holds air supremacy, has more advantages.

When the anti-radiation missiles specifically designed to deal with ground anti-missile systems exploded, a large number of India's air search radars and fire control radars were destroyed or paralyzed, and many air defense missiles could not be launched in the air. Only the anti-aircraft guns were still firing.

Soon the anti-aircraft gun positions were also bombed repeatedly by the Magic Bird fighters. There were even Magic Bird fighters that lowered their noses and licked the ground with machine guns, smashing the artillerymen who controlled the anti-aircraft guns into pieces, which was a terrible sight.

The morale of the anti-aircraft artillerymen of India soon began to collapse. Most of the anti-aircraft artillerymen hid from place to place, and only a few still persisted in resisting.

"We have arrived at the airdrop site and are lowering the altitude. The hatch is open. Please land."

At the same time, twelve transport planes also arrived over the Siliguri Corridor. The transport planes lowered their altitude, the cabin doors opened, and the strong winds poured in, but they could not blow away the resolute eyes of the genetic warriors.

Under the command of the platoon leader, the genetic warriors quickly jumped out of the cabin and fell to the ground below.

The fierce wind raged, and from time to time there were sparse anti-aircraft tracer bullets, but these threats were soon cleared by the magic bird fighters.

Miao Lun took the lead. He rushed out of the cabin first, spread his limbs, and felt the unrestrained freedom of his body in the air. When he was still a thousand meters above the ground, his sharp eyes had already seen the panicked Indian soldiers on the ground.

Bang!

The white parachute opened, and the parachute flowers bloomed in the sky, like scattered dandelions.

Compared with the large-scale airborne landings of those paratrooper regiments and even paratrooper brigades, hundreds of airborne soldiers were inconspicuous and not so spectacular.

But if you know that all these paratroopers are genetic warriors, then the value is even higher than that of the paratrooper brigade.

"Shoot them quickly, shoot them down."

"They are so few, why are they running? Fight back immediately."

"Haha, are these guys crazy? They dare to parachute with so few people."

On the ground, the Indian soldiers were originally scared by the air raid and were in a mess. As a result, when they saw that there were only so many paratroopers, they immediately started to tremble again and swarmed in with loud shouts.

Huh!

An accident happened. There was a strong wind blowing, and Miao Lun's body was blown away. He was separated from the large parachute force.

Bullets whizzed past him. Miao Lun's body was covered with mercury in the second-class machine life suit, and those bullets were directly bounced away.

However, the parachute hanging behind Miao Lun was not bulletproof. Holes were punched by bullets, and the speed of landing increased sharply.

Just as he was about to fall to the ground, a round bottle hanging on Miao Lun's back spewed out hot flames, and the powerful recoil slowed down the high-speed falling speed suddenly.

This trick was learned from the Red Bear Empire. During the craziest period of the Cold War, the Red Bear Empire created a tank-man-vehicle airdrop.

It is to throw dozens of tons of tanks with crew members sitting in them directly from transport planes and parachute them. When the tank lands, the anti-flame impact force is used to reduce the speed, so that the tank can land successfully, so that the tank can enter combat status as soon as it lands.

However, the death rate of crew members in tanks was too high later, and the gains outweighed the losses. All countries also gave up this airdrop method. Now it has been picked up again by the Jeko Group. The genetic warriors are physically tough and much stronger than ordinary people.

With the blessing of the reverse shock wave of the flamethrower, Miao Lun's speed was reduced to an acceptable level. Ordinary people falling at this speed will at least have severe fractures all over their bodies, but the genetic warriors wearing biological colonization suits don't care about these.

When there were still ten meters from the ground, the mercury in Miao Lun's hand squirmed and transformed into two silver-shining swords.

With a sword, Miao Lun cut the parachute rope on his back. He fell down, knelt on one knee, stepped out a small pit, and inserted his two swords into the ground, like the hoe of a cannon, to stabilize his body.

Slowly raising his head and standing up, Miao Lun glanced ahead with a pair of cold eyes.

Surrounded by a large number of Indian soldiers, there were hundreds of them, all of them wanted to capture the paratroopers as prisoners.

As a result, seeing Miao Lun's landing method and the second-generation mechanical life-giving suit with silver all over his body, the whole person was like being poured with a basin of cold water, and his heart was chilled.

The new single-soldier mecha of the gene warrior had already spread all over the world during the Los Angeles Olympics. This is the image of the gene warrior of the Jeko Group, which can never be imitated by others.

"Gene is a gene warrior."

An Indian soldier's lips trembled, and his pants became wet.

"Mission. Execute."

Miao Lun showed a cruel smile on his face, bent his feet, and jumped out like a sharp sword. With a slash of the two swords, the bodies of the four Indian soldiers were separated, and large pieces of internal organs flowed out of the abdominal cavity.

Miao Lun moved with the swords. The two long swords could even cut steel, let alone the fragile human body. The Indian soldiers he caught up with were cut into pieces like melons and vegetables.

"Run, run!"

The Indian soldiers were scared crazy, and everyone turned around and ran, without the courage to fight back.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Miao Lun's shoulders were squirming, and two arms were transformed. Two heavy machine guns were set up, firing at all the Indian soldiers who had their backs to him. One by one, the soldiers were shot and killed while running away.

Blood gathered at Miao Lun's feet, and screams were endless.

After shaking off the blood on the sword, Miao Lun looked at the dozens of corpses on the ground, and then looked at the hundreds of Indian soldiers running all over the mountains. A question mark slowly appeared in his head?

He had only killed less than one-tenth of the people, and the opponent still had hundreds of people, but he collapsed. He had never fought such an easy battle.

What Miao Lun didn't expect was that some Indian soldiers saw that they were lagging behind their teammates, and their legs went soft, and they threw away their guns, or raised their guns to their heads, raised their hands and knelt down to surrender.

"Spare my life, big brother, spare my life, we surrender."

"Don't kill me, I surrender."

"Surrender, we all surrender."

Like dominoes, one Indian soldier knelt down, and the rest of the Indian soldiers were all infected, kneeling down one by one, raising their weapons to surrender to Miao Lun.

"Throw away all your weapons, stand up by yourself, don't think about running away, my bullets don't have eyes."

Miao Lun shouted, looking at these Asan soldiers with vigilant eyes. There were too many of them. If they really wanted to run away, Miao Lun wouldn't be able to kill them all.

But the result surprised Miao Lun. After hearing this, the soldiers from the Asan Kingdom threw away all their weapons without hesitation.

Rifles, rocket launchers, anti-tank missiles, heavy machine guns, anti-materiel sniper rifles.

These dazzling array of weapons showed that the soldiers of Asan Kingdom did not have no room to fight back, but they still chose to surrender simply and neatly.

After throwing away their weapons, the soldiers of the Asan Kingdom squatted on the ground helplessly with their heads in their hands, without any intention of resisting.

"Count!"

Some clever guy suddenly shouted, and the soldiers from the Asan Kingdom on the ground consciously began to count.

"1, 2, 3341, sir, we have 341 prisoners, please give us your orders."

The soldiers from Asan Kingdom who had just started calling out the numbers stood up and reported with a flattering look on their faces.

The corner of Miao Lun's mouth twitched slightly, and he looked at the captives from the Asan Kingdom who were voluntarily counting and lining up in front of him. People who didn't know better might have thought that these were the soldiers he led.

"This shit"

Miao Lun had a desire to complain. He didn't expect that this battle would be so easy, just like a joke.

Before obviously airborne, Miao Lun was still worried about how he would break away from the large army and fall into a siege situation, and how he would use the environment of the Siliguri Corridor to fight guerrilla warfare. As a result, the performance of the soldiers from the Asan Kingdom shocked his jaw.

Although Asan Kingdom has its own national conditions here, this phenomenon of surrendering after hearing the news is too unrestrained.

This was faster than the surrender of the Zen drug dealers and warlord soldiers that Miao Lun had attacked before. It refreshed Miao Lun's outlook on life. This was still the regular army of the Asan Kingdom.

"May I have your name."

Miao Lun looked at the loser who came up to talk to him. Miao Lun spoke English. Asan Kingdom was a colony of the British Empire in the past. English is widely spread in Asan Kingdom and many people in Asan Kingdom can speak it.

"Jawaharlal, my name is Jawaharlal."

Jawaharlal held his head high and loudly answered his name.

"Tell me, where is the nearest camp?"

Miao Lun's communication equipment was damaged by bullets during the airborne landing. He didn't know where he landed now.

"It's five kilometers away, sir. I'm willing to lead the way. The direction is here. There are several tanks and armored vehicles in the camp, and the number of soldiers is about ."

Jawaharlal said quickly, and thoughtfully expressed his willingness to be a guide and reveal all the details of the camp.

Miao Lun's eyes were a little suspicious. This guy agreed so quickly, so he wouldn't lead him into a trap.

However, Miao Lun asked a few more people and found that the answers were all very different, so he believed that the other party was really honest and surrendering.

"You are responsible for leading the way and managing these prisoners. If there is any problem, I will kill you."

When Miao Lun gave an order, Jawaharlal nodded and bowed in agreement, turned around, and changed his face towards the other compatriots.

"Why are you still standing there? You can't hear the command from the commander. Line up your troops immediately. If anyone dares to run away, I will shoot him first."

Jawaharlal slapped several Asan soldiers who were still in a daze, and then found his old friends in the army to act as helpers. Soon, the originally scattered team was arranged properly. .

Facing Jawaharlal's power, these Asan soldiers were extremely obedient, which surprised even Miao Lun.

Miao Lun couldn't help but think of the deep-rooted concept of hierarchy in the country of Asan.

Even though the Asan Kingdom has abolished the caste system on the surface, in fact, the caste system is still prevalent in the Asan Kingdom, and it is a rule that everyone must abide by. Classes are solidified like a pool of stagnant water, and low castes can never be on an equal footing with high castes.

In the past, the Asan Kingdom was so easily ruled by the British Empire and became the crown jewel of the British Empire. It was colonized for two hundred years. Instead of hating the British Empire, it even felt grateful and never forgotten it. This was also rooted in this caste concept.

Because in the eyes of the people of the Asan Kingdom, the people of the British Empire are high castes, and they should rule themselves, while the lower castes should spend their lives as cattle and horses.

These soldiers from the Asan Kingdom were looking at Miao Lun now, with not only fear but also reverence in their eyes.

I don’t know if Miao Lun inspired the servility in the bones of these Asan soldiers. Invisibly, Miao Lun’s image is almost the same as that of the soldiers of the British Empire in the past. They both made them feel inferior and cowardly in their bones, and they needed to be loyal and serviced. .

Miao Lun led such a group of prisoners forward. This time his mission was to occupy the Siliguri Corridor. With these prisoners, the subsequent work would be much easier.

More than an hour later, Miao Lun came to their camp with the dragged prisoners. This was a military camp with hundreds of people stationed there, including several tanks and armored vehicles.

But when Miao Lun showed up with prisoners and killed more than a dozen people to establish his authority, and with the prestigious reputation of the genetic warriors, the soldiers of the Asan Kingdom in the military camp chose to lay down their weapons and surrender to Miao Lun.

Including the several armored vehicles and tanks, the crews also climbed out, allowing Miao Lun to disarm without firing a shot.

With the help of the communication equipment in the military camp, Miao Lun finally got in touch with other Iron Battalion genetic warriors.

Upon contact, I found out that the battle in the Siliguri Corridor has almost come to an end.

One by one, genetic warriors landed in the air, and every scene was basically similar to Miao Lun's.

The gene warriors slaughtered the Indian soldiers. The Indian soldiers who were originally excited and wanted to shoot the paratroopers seemed to find themselves the prey. They fled in all directions with a bang.

Realizing that escaping would also risk death, these Indian soldiers surrendered to the gene warriors.

In the entire battle of the Siliguri Corridor, the gene warriors captured more than 10,000 Indian soldiers, and the number of Indian soldiers killed and wounded, excluding those killed by the air force, was less than 500.

In other words, the Indian soldiers were defeated with a casualty rate of only one in 20. (End of this chapter)