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Chapter 2465 Eagle Descends on Beirut (Third Update, Please Subscribe)
"They waged a war against us, and we will respond to their provocation with war! This war will not stop until the last terrorist is wiped out of this world!"

They had no idea what they had angered!
After Li Yi'an finished speaking, media outlets around the world made this assessment.

The right hand of the free world never substitutes words for actions.

Clearly, after so many years, the whole world has forgotten this.

November 14, the fourth day after the "fall of London".

Kuching Air Force Base

The midday sun shone on the air force base, where dozens of C-1 and C114 transport planes, like gray giant eagles, lined up in a row and stretched into the distance, their indicator lights flashing in turn under their wings.

On the airport runway, military trucks, tanks, armored vehicles, and truck-mounted artillery weaved together into a flowing torrent of steel. The roar of engines, the clanging of equipment, and the shouts of commands mingled together, making the air thick with the smell of aviation kerosene and the friction of metal even more tense.

Every inch of this space is filled with the tension of an arrow poised to be released.

The soldiers, clad in digital camouflage combat uniforms, stared intently ahead. Their 50-kilogram tactical backpacks bent their backs, and their individual equipment and ammunition weighed over 70 kilograms—almost their own weight—yet their eyes, peeking out from under their helmets, remained sharp.

The soldiers took each step firmly and powerfully, their tactical boots striking the ground with a dull thud, like drumming for the impending battle.

Some people wiped the sweat from their foreheads, some turned to adjust the magazines in front of their chests, and some gripped their AR15 rifles tightly, their fingertips pressed against the receiver—a result of years of training.

Their armbands feature a parachute pattern and a red "1," the insignia of the 1st Airborne Brigade. Although the SEA employs conscripts, it also operates on a volunteer basis, meaning it has professional military personnel, especially special forces, marines, airborne troops, and technical branches. The minimum contract is four years, which can be renewed upon expiration. The military encourages soldiers to continue serving, and those who serve for 15 years can receive a full permanent pension.

Paratroopers are mostly professional soldiers who are used to such expeditions. As in the past, they carry heavy backpacks and prepare to go to the battlefield.

Without a word, their eyes conveyed trust and resolve—the shadow of the London terrorist attacks had ignited a fire of anger in their hearts, and the days of waiting had fueled their growing fervor, which was now finally ready to be unleashed.

"Board!"

At the commander's order, the soldiers climbed the transport plane's gangway one by one. Inside the cabin, figures in camouflage uniforms quickly filled the space, backpacks and equipment clattering together with dull thuds, but no one made a sound, only heavy breathing and occasional exchanges of tactical terminology.

Some people sat by the window, while others had their stainless steel military badges on their chests showing when they lowered their heads, with their names and blood types engraved on them; some people closed their eyes to rest, the outline of the Middle Eastern desert already appearing in their minds.

They are no strangers to the Middle East; they have conducted desert warfare training there.

Meanwhile, a spectacular scene was unfolding in the heavy equipment dispatch area on the other side of the runway.

The 55-ton VT-2 tank, its rubber-coated tracks rolling across the runway, roared with its 1500-horsepower engine, slowly entering the cargo hold of the C-1 transport aircraft. The tank was then securely anchored inside, its gun barrel raised high, as if ready to pierce the sky at any moment. Armored vehicles and truck-mounted artillery followed closely behind, the steel torrent flowing orderly into the transport aircraft. Although it was an airborne brigade, they possessed a considerable amount of heavy equipment, including armed helicopters, which were also loaded onto the transport plane.

These heavy weapons were the guarantee of their victory in the war.

Hours earlier, when the combat orders were transmitted through encrypted channels throughout the barracks, the pent-up passion of the past few days instantly boiled over. Soldiers sped off in their vehicles, headlights streaking across the night, illuminating the road to the air force base as if it were daytime. At this moment, all the waiting transformed into the resolute determination to board the plane, all the anticipation coalescing into the moment of imminent departure.

We're about to set off!

Under the midday sun, the turbofan engines of the first C-1 transport plane roared deafeningly, and its massive wings slowly rose, like an eagle spreading its wings. The fuselage accelerated along the runway, the tires screeching against the ground, before it suddenly pulled up and soared into the sky.

Immediately afterwards, a second, a third... dozens of transport planes fully loaded with soldiers and equipment took off one after another, flying towards the Middle East.

Inside the cabin, the soldiers all looked out the windows at the azure sea. They sat there quietly, the aircraft now carrying them towards the battlefields of the Middle East.

They will uphold justice there!
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Mediterranean.

The Suez amphibious assault ship.

On the flight deck, the wings of Black Hawk helicopters spun and their engines roared.

At the moment of takeoff, George silently recited a prayer. His mother was French, and influenced by her, he was also a believer. This was normal in SEA, where churches, temples, and Taoist monasteries were common.

He was huddled in a narrow space between the seats of two crew members, his knees almost touching his shoulders. In front of him, the cabin of the Black Hawk helicopter was packed with his teammates—twelve young men in desert camouflage and bulletproof vests.

However, everyone's bulletproof vests were green rainforest camouflage; there was no way around it, to some extent, they weren't ready for war.

George looked at his comrades in the cockpit. He knew these faces all too well; they were like brothers. Although he was only twenty-six years old, he had already served for eight years and held the rank of Marine Corps Sergeant First Class. He had lived and trained with some of the veterans in the unit for many years, and had even gone through basic training, parachute skills school, and Marine Corps training school with several of them.

They had been to all over the world—Korea, Siam, Iraq, East Africa…—and knew each other almost better than brothers. They had gotten drunk together, fought bravely together, slept in forests and grasslands together, skydived together, climbed high mountains together, braved rapids together, endured the scorching sun together, frozen in the snow together, suffered hunger together, and whiled away the time together.

Of course, they also joked endlessly about each other's girlfriends or not having girlfriends, and even drove out of the base in the middle of the night just to find a roadside restaurant or a strip club to drink themselves into oblivion. All the hardships they went through were for this moment.

This was his first time serving as the captain of the vanguard squad, and he was nervous and uneasy about it.

It was 11 p.m. on November 14th when they received their mission order—at the invitation of the Lebanese government, they would go to Beirut Airport to take over the airport and carry out airport security duties.

This task looks simple, but it is actually very dangerous.

Beirut International Airport is Lebanon's largest and most modern airport, and currently the most important gateway to the outside world under the control of the government. However, it is not safe there – the PLO's controlled area is less than 1 kilometer from the airport, which means they could launch an attack on the airport at any time.

Mortars can bombard airfields at will, while man-portable missiles can attack aircraft taking off and landing at will.

At the same time, their large-caliber machine guns can easily suppress the airport guards; in other words, they will be able to land on the gun barrels.

It's not just them; there are also transport planes that are about to arrive—troops flying in from the country will enter Lebanon through that international airport.

The constantly spinning propellers seemed to make the flight deck tremble, a thrilling sight.

Being able to participate in it firsthand, to be part of this powerful punch showcasing the SEA's military might, is truly exciting.

Wang Lei, a Marine, was just as excited and thrilled as his comrades.

"I feel sorry for those guys who are trying to stop a chariot with their bare hands."

Wang Lei shouted:

"They have no idea what they've done!"

"They're all going to hell, no matter what."

As Hank spoke, he checked the guns and ammunition, then gripped the AR15 carbine with the M203 grenade launcher ready, eager for battle.

Years of training have been for this moment!
Beneath the bulletproof vests are the soldiers' rapidly beating hearts.

They secretly did one last check, while on the deck, Marines repeatedly checked their weapons and practiced precise tactical maneuvers, and some units held brief departure ceremonies... All of this was in preparation for the upcoming battle.

Everyone knew that this journey was fraught with danger.

This was an operation carried out in broad daylight.

They were invited in, but in reality, no one knew what they would face. Would the armed men stop them from entering?

The troops have set off.

The planes soared into the sky from the amphibious assault ship, instantly blending into the seamless blend of the Mediterranean Sea and the azure sky. Just over ten minutes later, the helicopter group swept over the white sand beach, and at low altitudes, one could clearly see the surging waves crashing against the shore, creating rows of parallel crests.

The aircraft, in tight formation, began to turn inwards, circled the coastline, and headed southwest. The spirited soldiers sat on either side of the cabin, their legs dangling outside, swinging back and forth in the air.

Bathed in the afternoon sun, Beirut unfolds like a painting on the horizon. It is a modern city, with towering buildings, but it is also a tragic city, with ruins and traces of war everywhere.

Finally, the airport came into view. There were several civilian aircraft on the airport. After they arrived at the airport, more than a dozen Black Hawk helicopters hovered directly near the airport tower and waiting hall. Then, the soldiers immediately jumped off the planes.

As his feet touched the ground, team leader George walked towards the alarmed airport officials, gun in hand, and shouted in French:

"Sir, we are from the SEA military. We are here at the invitation of the Lebanese government. Please cooperate with our work."

Because this area was once a French colony, many people speak French, and George's mother was also French, so she naturally spoke fluent French.

The official with his hands raised replied:
"Yes, officer, I have received orders from the government, and we will fully cooperate with you."

At 3:19 a.m., Beirut International Airport was taken over by the SEA Marines. A dozen minutes later, the advance team of the British Special Air Service (SAS) also arrived at Beirut International Airport.

This is not a unilateral action by the SEA, but a joint military operation. Although most Western countries are still hesitant about sending troops to cooperate with the two countries' war on terror, Siam, Malaysia and all members of the Namyang Free Trade Zone have indicated that they will send troops to participate in the joint military operation. Even South Korea has indicated that it will send troops to participate in this military operation.

They just haven't deployed troops yet, but the SEA and British forces have already completed their emergency deployments.

An hour later, the first C1 transport plane landed at Beirut International Airport, and in the next few hours, the first airborne brigade arrived in Beirut!
(End of this chapter)