Two Realms: Don't call me evil!

In the northwest of Chan Kingdom, there is a large military airport.

Hundreds of genetic warriors from the Iron Battalion were on high alert. Each of them carried a backpack, two-thirds of them wore first-generation biological suits, and one-third wore second-generation mechanical suits.

This group of genetic warriors, who represented the strongest individual force on Blue Star, all had cold eyes at this moment, like a statue, filled with a murderous aura.

"This time, our goal is to occupy the Siliguri Corridor. The mission requires us to go deep behind enemy lines, destroy the Siliguri Corridor's transportation lines, and prevent the passage of Indian personnel and logistical supplies. Do you have confidence?"

Miao Lun, the commander of the Steel Battalion, spoke like thunder, and he personally led the team on this mission.

"Have."

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

"Get on board."

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

When all 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, then took off into the blue sky and flew towards the six states in the eastern region of India.

In fact, before these transport planes arrived at the six states in the eastern region, the attack by the JEC Group had already arrived.

The air formations of Demon Bird fighter planes took off from all over the Zen Kingdom, forming a huge fleet.

Of course, India was aware of such a large-scale fleet taking off, but the number of fighter jets they deployed at the airports in the six states in the eastern region was not as many as the fighter jets launched by the Jeko Group.

Not only is there a gap in numbers, there is also a gap in aircraft performance and the technical and tactical level of the pilots.

All of the Magic Bird fighters of the Jeko Group have been modified.

You know, with the level of modern technology, it is not that we cannot produce fighter jets with stronger performance, but that the aircraft needs to take into account the pilot's ability to bear it.

Aircraft can withstand high-intensity maneuvers and speeds, but pilots cannot, so countries around the world are actively developing unmanned fighter jets.

But the Jeko Group did the opposite. After the Magic Bird fighter was modified using spiritual materials and talismans and formations, its performance was greatly improved.

The pilots are replaced by genetic warriors. Ordinary pilots cannot withstand the side effects of excessive overload in flight performance, but the genetic warriors have a higher tolerance than ordinary pilots. They can easily fly the Magic Bird fighter and bring out the excellent performance of the Magic Bird fighter.

When the Magic Bird fighters invaded the airspace of the six states in the eastern region, given India's frequent plane crashes and its training level, the result can be imagined when it faced off against the genetic warrior pilots flying the Magic Bird fighters.

Equipped with biological radars, with their fuselages covered with a thin layer of flesh membrane and their wings streaked with flashing feathers and firefly patterns, the Magic Bird fighters roared through the sky and broke into the six states in the eastern region. Those Indian fighters that dared to take off and fight were either blown up in mid-air or fled in panic and ran into the protection circle of the ground anti-missile system.

The casualty ratio in the battle 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 had lost as many as 48 fighter jets, and all major military airports were destroyed by the Jeko Group, making it impossible for India to transport fighter jets from the rear.

Apart from the small loss of a few Magic Bird fighters, the biggest loss suffered by the Jeko Group occurred in the Magic Bird fighters themselves. The Magic Bird fighters that took off for combat all suffered varying degrees of durability loss.

This is the biggest drawback of the Magic Bird fighter. Although the enchanted array patterns engraved inside enhance the performance of the fighter, it also accelerates the aging of the fighter. The lifespan of a Magic Bird fighter that can take off and fight is usually only about five times. Unless it is an important mission, the Jeko Group generally does not deploy Magic Bird fighters.

After clearing the airspace threats of the six states in the eastern region, some of the Magic Bird fighters cruised in the sky to confront India's ground-based anti-missile systems or launch air strikes on other ground forces in India.

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

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

The squadron of Demon Bird fighters that were flying for protection arrived first, separated from the transport fleet and began to drop bombs. Precision-guided bombs broke away 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 by India to retaliate, but the Jeko Group, which controlled the air superiority, had more advantages.

When the anti-radiation missiles specifically designed to deal with ground-based anti-missile systems exploded, a large number of India's air search radars and fire control illumination radars were destroyed or paralyzed, and many of its air defense missiles were unable to take off and fight. Only the anti-aircraft guns were still firing.

Soon the anti-aircraft artillery positions were also subjected to repeated bombings by the Magic Bird fighters. Some Magic Bird fighters even lowered their noses and used their machine guns to lick the ground, smashing the artillerymen operating the anti-aircraft guns into pieces. It was a horrible sight.

The morale of the Indian anti-aircraft artillery soon began to collapse, most of them hid away, and only a few persisted in resisting.

"We have arrived at the drop site, we are lowering our 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, opened the cabin doors, and allowed strong winds to pour in, but they could not disrupt the determined looks of the genetic warriors.

Under the command of the platoon leader, one genetic warrior after another quickly jumped out of the cabin and fell to the ground below.

The fierce wind was raging, and from time to time there were sparse anti-aircraft tracer bullets passing by, but these threats were quickly eliminated by the Demon Bird fighters.

Miao Lun led the way. He was the first to rush out of the cabin, with his limbs spread out, feeling the 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 floating dandelions.

Compared with the large-scale airborne operations of paratrooper regiments or even paratrooper brigades, hundreds of paratroopers are insignificant and not that spectacular.

But if you knew that these paratroopers were all genetic warriors, then their value would be even greater than that of the Paratrooper Brigade.

"Hurry up and shoot them down."

"There are only so few of them. Why are you running? Fight back immediately."

"Haha, are these guys crazy? How dare they skydive with so few people?"

On the ground, the Indian soldiers were originally frightened by the air raid and were in chaos. However, when they saw that there were only a few paratroopers, they immediately started to tremble again and swarmed over, shouting loudly.

call!
An accident happened. There was a strong wind blowing and Miao Lun's body was blown away, and he was separated from the parachuting team.

Bullets whizzed past him. Miao Lun's body had been covered in the mercury substance of the second-class life-colonizing suit, and the bullets were directly bounced away.

However, the parachute hanging behind Miao Lun was not bulletproof and was riddled with holes from bullets, causing his descent speed to increase dramatically.

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

This trick was learned from the Red Bear Empire. During the craziest period of the Cold War, the Red Bear Empire developed an integrated tank and vehicle airdrop.

It means throwing a tank weighing dozens of tons with its crew members inside directly out of a transport plane by parachute. When the tank lands, the anti-flame impact force is used to reduce its speed so that the tank can land successfully. In this way, the tank can enter combat status as soon as it lands.

However, the death rate of tank crew members was too high and the benefits did not outweigh the costs, so all countries gave up this airborne method. Now it has been picked up again by the Jeko Group. The genetic warriors are physically strong and much stronger than ordinary people.

With the help of the flamethrower's reverse shock wave, Miao Lun's speed was reduced to an acceptable level. An ordinary person falling at this speed would at least suffer severe fractures all over his body, but the genetic warriors wearing biological colonization suits didn't care about that.

When he was about ten meters away from the ground, the mercury in Miao Lun's hand squirmed and transformed into two silver swords.

With one sword, he cut the parachute rope on his back. Miao Lun fell down and knelt on one knee on the ground, making a small hole. He inserted both swords into the ground, like the spade of a cannon, to stabilize his body.

Miao Lun slowly raised his head and stood up, scanning the front with a pair of cold eyes.

There were large numbers of Indian soldiers surrounding them, numbering in the hundreds, all of them wanting to capture the paratroopers as prisoners.

As a result, when he saw Miao Lun's landing method and the silver-glittering second-generation mechanical life-cultivation suit, he felt like a basin of cold water was poured on him, and his heart sank.

The new individual mecha of the genetic warriors had already spread all over the world during the Los Angeles Olympics. This is the image unique to the genetic warriors of the JEC Group, and no one else can imitate it.

"Ki is a genetic warrior."

Some Indian soldiers' lips were trembling and their pants were wet.

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

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

"Run, run away!"

The Indian soldiers were so scared that they turned around and ran away without having the courage to fight back.

boom!boom!boom!boom!
Mercury on both sides of Miao Lun's shoulders squirmed and transformed into two arms, which set up two heavy machine guns and fired at all the Indian soldiers who had their backs to him. One by one, the soldiers were shot and killed while fleeing.

Blood gathered at Miao Lun's feet and screams were heard everywhere.

After shaking off the blood on the sword, Miao Lun looked at the dozens of corpses on the ground, then at the hundreds of Indian soldiers running all over the mountains, and a question mark slowly popped up in his head?
He 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 did not expect was that some Indian soldiers, seeing that they were lagging behind their teammates, simply let their legs go weak and dropped their guns, or raised their guns above their heads, raised their hands high and knelt down in surrender.

"Please spare us, big brother, please spare us. 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. They knelt down one by one, raised their weapons and surrendered to Miao Lun.

"Drop your weapons, stand up on your own, and don't even think about running away. My bullets don't have eyes."

Miao Lun shouted, looking at the Indian soldiers with vigilance. There were too many of them, and if they really wanted to run, Miao Lun would not be able to kill them all.

But the result surprised Miao Lun. Upon hearing this, the Indian soldiers threw away their weapons without hesitation.

Rifles, bazookas, anti-tank missiles, heavy machine guns, anti-material sniper rifles.
These wide array of weapons showed that the Indian soldiers were not without room to fight back, but they still chose to surrender decisively.

After dropping their weapons, the Indian soldiers squatted on the ground with their eyes wide open and their hands on their heads, without any intention of resisting at all.

"Count!"

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

"1, 2, 3341, report to the commander, we have 341 prisoners, please give your orders."

The Indian soldier who had just started shouting out the number stood up and reported with a flattering look on his face.

Miao Lun's mouth twitched slightly as he looked at the Indian prisoners who were counting consciously and lining up in front of him. People who didn't know the situation might think that these were the soldiers he led.

"This is TM"

Miao Lun had an urge to complain. He didn't expect this battle to be so easy. It was like a joke.

Before the airborne landing, Miao Lun was still worried that he would be separated from the main force and fall into siege. He also worried about how to use the environment of the Siliguri Corridor to fight guerrilla warfare. However, the performance of the Indian soldiers shocked him.

Although India has its own national conditions, the phenomenon of surrendering at the first sign of trouble is a bit too unrestrained.

This was even faster than the surrender of the drug dealers and warlord soldiers from the Zen Kingdom that Miao Lun had attacked before. It refreshed Miao Lun's three views. These were the regular troops of the Asan Kingdom.

"May I have your name."

Miao Lun looked at the lackey who came up to talk to him. Miao Lun spoke English. India used to be a colony of the British Empire. English is widely spread in India and many Indians can speak it.

"Jawaharlal, my name is Jawaharlal."

Jawaharlal held his head high and answered loudly with his name.

"Tell me, where is the nearest campsite?"

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

"Five kilometers away, sir, I am 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 spoke quickly, and also kindly expressed his willingness to act as a guide and reveal all the details of the camp.

Miao Lun looked a little doubtful. This guy agreed so quickly, maybe he was leading him into a trap.

However, Miao Lun asked a few more people and found that the answers were similar. Only then did he believe that the other party had really surrendered honestly.

"You are responsible for leading the way and managing these prisoners. If anything goes wrong, I will kill you."

At Miao Lun's command, Jawaharlal nodded and agreed, then turned around and changed his expression to his other compatriots.

"Why are you still standing there? Can't you hear my orders? Line up immediately. If anyone dares to run, I will shoot him dead first."

Jawaharlal slapped a few Indian soldiers who were still in a daze, and asked his former military friends to help. Soon the team, which was originally a little scattered, was arranged neatly.

Faced with Jawaharlal's bullying, these Indian soldiers were extremely obedient, which surprised Miao Lun.

Miao Lun couldn't help but think of the concept of hierarchy that is inherent in the country of Asan.

Even though India has abolished the caste system on the surface, in reality, the caste system is still prevalent in India. It is a rule that everyone must follow. The class system is solidified like a stagnant pool of water, and the lower castes can never be on an equal footing with the higher castes.

In the past, India was so easily ruled by the British Empire and became the jewel in the crown of the British Empire. It was colonized for two hundred years, and instead of hating the British Empire, India was grateful and never forgot it. This was also rooted in this caste concept.

Because in the eyes of the Indian people, the people of the British Empire are all high castes, and it is their right to rule them, while the low castes should be treated like slaves all their lives.

These Indian soldiers now look at Miao Lun with a look of fear and admiration in their eyes.

It is not known whether Miao Lun aroused the servility in the bones of these Indian soldiers. Invisibly, Miao Lun's image is similar to that of the soldiers of the British Empire in the past. They are all objects that make them feel inferior and cowardly in their bones and require loyalty and service.

Miao Lun was escorting this group of prisoners forward. His mission this time was to occupy the Siliguri Corridor. With these prisoners, the subsequent work would be much easier.

More than an hour later, Miao Lun brought the dragging prisoners to their camp. There were still hundreds of people stationed in the camp, including several tanks and armored vehicles.

But when Miao Lun appeared with the captives and killed more than a dozen people to establish his authority, coupled with the great reputation of the genetic warriors, the Asan soldiers in the barracks chose to lay down their weapons and surrender to Miao Lun.

Including the crews of the armored vehicles and tanks, they all climbed out and were disarmed by Miao Lun without firing a single shot.

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

Upon contact, we learned that the battle in the Siliguri Corridor has basically come to an end.

One by one, the genetic warriors landed on the ground, and every scene was basically the same as that on Miao Lun's side.

The genetic warriors started killing the Indian soldiers. The Indian soldiers, who were originally excited and wanted to shoot the paratroopers, seemed to realize that they were the prey, and they immediately fled in all directions with a bang.

When they realized that escaping would also involve the risk of death, these Indian soldiers surrendered to the genetic warriors one after another.

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

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