Two Realms: Don't call me evil!

June 6, outside Jakarta.

This Javanese capital was the last remaining resistance of the Javanese state.

It’s not that the resistance here is very strong, but that the Jacko Group is boiling a frog in warm water.

If the city of Jakarta is captured as quickly as possible, it will be difficult for the Jeko Group to arrest all opposition members in the name of armed protection of overseas Chinese.

After settling scores with the Javanese nobles, the Jeko Group's heavy troops also arrived in Jakarta.

A full 150,000-strong army surrounded the city of Jakarta, and the shadow of war loomed.

In the city of Jakarta, there were less than 50,000 regular troops under the command of the Javanese government. The rest were urgently recruited new soldiers who had not received training for several days, commonly known as cannon fodder. There were quite a few of them, more than 200,000.

But having a large number of people was useless. Many of the new recruits didn't even have guns, because many weapons had been allocated to the Self-Defense National Army by the quartermasters, resulting in the government's own new recruits having no weapons to use.

Under such circumstances, facing the heavy siege of the Jeko Group, their fate was already doomed.

After just three days of rest and waiting for logistical supplies to catch up, the Jeko Group officially launched an attack on the city of Jakarta on July 7, which was also the final general offensive against the Java Kingdom.

Artillery fire and gunfire spread across Southeast Asia's largest city, reminding them of the fear from the Jeko Group.

On Guxi Street in Jakarta.

Half a regiment of Javanese troops was stationed on this street, a small number of whom were regular Javanese troops, and most of them were new recruits.

"The Jake Group has been outside the city for two days. Will the other party launch an offensive? After all, they also have to consider the impact of international public opinion!"

"We are familiar with the environment here. If the Jieke Group dares to come in, we will make sure they never return."

"As long as we hold on to Jakarta until the United States comes to an end, it will be the end of the Jeko Group."

"We Java must never become a vassal of the Jeko Group. For the sake of our motherland, I am willing to sacrifice my life."

"The JEC Group is nothing special! As long as we work together, the other party can't conquer us."

"We must not let them enter Jakarta. My parents have participated in riots against the Chinese before. If the Jeko Group comes in, my parents will be liquidated. I will stop them even if it costs my life."

Inside the building, the new recruits from Java discussed with each other. Having not experienced the cruelty of war, they still had beautiful visions for the future and were full of confidence.

Java, which was once a Dutch colony and later conquered by the Sakura Country, speaks with extraordinary toughness in the mouths of these new recruits.

"Shut up, rookies. Be quiet. If the JECO Group is as bad as you say, you wouldn't be here. You would be in Siam, in Zen Country, and in front of the JECO Group headquarters building in Mand City."

A Javanese regular soldier thought they were too noisy and shouted at them, immediately quieting down the room.

"Captain Bob, is the Jake Group really that scary?"

A new recruit looked at the angry regular soldier and asked cautiously.

"Nonsense, otherwise"

The Javanese regular soldier was about to speak when a loud noise not far away interrupted his speech and his eyes became tense.

Through the window, I saw a seven-story building hit by a bomb. The building was destroyed and collapsed in the explosion, and flames shot into the sky. Naturally, a platoon of soldiers stationed there were not spared.

"The Jeko Group has launched an attack."

The Javanese regular soldiers shouted loudly, and the Javanese recruits who witnessed this scene in the house felt their scalps tingling and their legs going weak.

More missile shells fell, and the deafening explosions made the Javanese soldiers present tremble with fear. Many of them had their pants wet, and some were frightened to the point of insanity by the explosions, running around and shouting.

After half an hour, the bombing ended.

Many buildings on Guxi Street have collapsed due to the bombing, and ruins are everywhere.

The half infantry regiment stationed here suffered heavy casualties. Many of the new recruits who had once made great strides have now become cold corpses. Some of their bodies cannot even be found. They were blown to pieces in the explosion, and there is not even a palm-sized piece of their bodies left intact.

Before these Javanese soldiers, who were dazed by the explosion, could enter their defensive positions, the humming sound of propellers was heard from the sky.

A fleet of helicopters flew over Guxi Street and circled above the buildings.

As the helicopter door opened, one figure after another jumped down from a height of more than ten meters.

Their entire bodies are covered in flowing, mercury-like armor, with an overall height of about two and a half meters. Silver armor covers every part of their bodies. Under the sunlight, the silver armor flashes a cold metallic luster, like a future warrior whose mechanical and biological elements are intertwined.

These people, naturally, belong to the genetic warriors of the Iron Battalion. Wearing second-generation mechanical life-colonizing suits, they came to this urban battlefield that was most suitable for them.

"Clear the area."

Miao Lun issued the combat mission through the headset, walked to the edge of the roof with his legs, and made a dull sound.

The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder and blood. Looking down from the roof, one could see the ruins of buildings, exposed steel bars, scattered concrete blocks, burning fires, and panicked Javanese soldiers everywhere.

After taking a look at the battlefield environment, mercury spread across Miao Lun's arms, transforming into two silver-white sharp blades, and his face under the mask was cold and ferocious.

He took a step forward, and sharp thorns grew out of the soles of his feet and pierced into the wall. He then stepped on the outer wall of the tall building and ran down.

Bang!
When he reached the 12th floor, Miao Lun suddenly broke through the glass and jumped in.

There were five Javanese soldiers on this floor. When they saw Miao Lun suddenly breaking in, they felt a pain in their necks and lost consciousness before they could raise their guns or surrender.

Heads rolled down from his neck one after another, but Miao Lun had a calm expression, as if he had only killed pigs and dogs, which were not worth his attention.

Sensing the situation inside the building, Miao Lun's broad ears trembled sharply, his throat vibrated slightly, and emitted low and inaudible sound waves.

Having integrated the purple bat gene, he possesses a powerful biological radar that can locate the enemy through ultrasound.

Although this ability is not amplified by the second-generation mechanical life-building suit like strength, agility and defense, as an efficient means of reconnaissance and early warning, it can make Miao Lun more comfortable on the battlefield, especially in an environment with complex terrain such as a city. For Miao Lun, it is simply a paradise.

Picking up a few rifles from the ground, Miao Lun split out a mercury arm from his shoulder to hold them, and then Miao Lun continued to walk down the stairs.

From time to time, gunshots and screams could be heard from certain floors of the building, but things would soon return to calm.

When Miao Lun walked out from the first floor, all the Javanese soldiers in the building had been slaughtered by him.

Miao Lun turned his gaze to another tall building and continued walking towards that direction.

Starting from July 7, the offensive of the Jeko Group was like a raging fire.

Amid the fear and trembling of the Javanese soldiers in Jakarta, missiles were launched one after another with pinpoint bombing, destroying all military facilities and defense positions. And then the bombing continued!
Keep blasting!
Keep blasting!
Keep blasting!
Artillery shells, bombs and missiles continued to fall into the city of Jakarta. Planes, cannons and missiles took turns to attack all suspicious targets and destroy the military resistance of the Javanese State.

The Jeko Group is not a loser army. They have abundant financial resources. During the years of occupying the Indochina Peninsula, they have never stopped manufacturing and stockpiling arms.

Other countries have put their military production capacity on hold, maintaining a minimum level of operation or even shutting down production lines. After all, military manufacturing is a money-spending business.

However, the environment in which the Jeko Group itself is located is such that it is being pursued, blocked and sanctioned by Western countries from the outside, and there are always people in the Indochina Peninsula who are dissatisfied and even want to break away from the control of the Jeko Group and pursue so-called independence.

This forces the Jake Group to maintain absolute military leadership. The Jake Group's hegemony is also based on absolute military force.

Therefore, the pace of the war of the Jeko Group has never slowed down, and the military industry has been running at maximum capacity. A lot of the wealth obtained by the Jeko Group has flowed into the military industry in huge amounts. As if it has a phobia of insufficient firepower, tanks, fighter planes, and artillery roll off the assembly line every day, and genetic warriors are also being screened and trained every day. Ammunition reserves are produced continuously according to wartime standards and stored in underground arsenals throughout the Zen Kingdom.

Adequate ammunition reserves and complete military production are the basis for the JEC Group to dare to launch a large-scale bombing.

The Jeko Group's artillery preparation lasted for a week, with intensive explosions occurring in and around Jakarta every day.

Insufficient ammunition inventory? Just ship it over from the sea. The sea control is in the hands of the JEC Group anyway, so it is safe and convenient, and then continue bombing.

The barrel has reached the end of its life? Simply replace it with a new one and continue firing.

A week later, the Javanese army in Jakarta had been bombed to pieces, and the soldiers were almost driven crazy by the Jeko Group.

Almost all the organized troops were broken up because the Javanese soldiers were gathered together and were very vulnerable to bombing.

The Jeko Group, which controls a multi-layer reconnaissance system including satellites, high-altitude reconnaissance aircraft, drones, and euglena, has a huge advantage in intelligence.

Many Javanese troops were killed or injured, and many more simply took off their uniforms and chose to desert.

At this time, the city of Jakarta was almost within reach for the Jeko Group. They could use the armored tanks of the heavy troops to flatten it directly, or choose to airdrop special forces to clean it up slowly.

The Djeko Group chose the latter because it was not in a hurry to end the war. Every extra day of fighting would give the Djeko Group one more day to train its troops, and it could use this as an excuse to legalize and expand its purge in Java.

Every day, the Jeko Group was occupying the districts of Jakarta step by step, just like punching in for work. After the bombing, they would send out the Steel Battalion to eliminate the remaining enemies.

The speed of advancement was not fast, but once a city was captured by the Jeko Group, the Javanese army was never able to recapture it even once.

Without a large number of ground forces of the Jeko Group entering Jakarta, Jakarta would have fallen relying solely on bombing and genetic warriors.

With such step-by-step advancement, by July 7, most of the city of Jakarta had been occupied by the Jeko Group.

In an underground command room in the center of Jakarta.

The sound of artillery fire was like thunder. The President of Java, Wayanman, was holding the phone. The dust on his head was shaking due to the vibration of the artillery fire. The ripples in the water cup made his body stiff and his expression ugly.

"What? The Third Brigade needs reinforcements. Tell Maluku to defend this place to the death, even if it means to the last man. The reinforcements from the United States will arrive soon. How soon? Tomorrow, tomorrow the United States will send troops."

Wayanman locked himself in the underground command room alone. Calls for help came one after another, and his answer was always the same, which was to believe in the United States and that the United States would send troops soon.

But in fact, even the lowest cannon fodder infantry of Java has lost hope in the United States.

Because the Jeko Group had besieged Jakarta for more than half a month, wantonly ravaging this largest city in Southeast Asia.

With so much time, if the United States really wanted to send troops to reinforce, its soldiers would have arrived here long ago. Why would they still be cruising in the Indian Ocean?

The reason why Wayanman still insists on this statement is because it is the only belief that has kept him going until now.

This is like a person who is deeply addicted to gambling. He has lost all his money and has bet everything he has. He thinks that the United States is his only hope of turning the tables and is not willing to leave the gambling table at all.

Bang!
The door of the command room was forced open and a large group of people rushed in. They were all high-ranking officials and dignitaries from Java.

"Mr. President, let's surrender."

"Yes! We can't stop the Jeko Group. If we don't surrender now, we will have no chance."

"Those genetic warriors are too fierce. Our soldiers are no match for them at all."

The senior officials surrounded Wayanman, speaking anxiously, with frightened faces, and talking non-stop.

Wayanman listened to the chaotic quarrel. He glared at the people around him and roared hysterically: "You cowards, think about what the Jeko Group did in Ceylon City. They clearly wanted to kill us. Now we can only wait for reinforcements from the United States. We haven't lost yet."

In fact, Wayanman also tried to negotiate peace and surrender to the Jeko Group, but the Jeko Group did not accept it at all and rejected him outright.

Hearing the three words "Beautiful Country", the faces of the senior officials at the scene became even uglier.

"Beautiful country, what grand dreams are you still having? They have long abandoned us. We are abandoned pawns. Don't you understand?"

"I have long told you not to attack the Chinese and not to anger the Jake Group, but you just didn't listen. It is your willful behavior that has led to the current situation. You are the sinner of our nation."

"Hand him over to the Jeko Group. As long as he dies, the anger of the Jeko Group will be appeased, and we can all survive."

The next moment, the voices of these senior officials all changed, and they stared at Wayanman with cold eyes.

"You. What do you want to do?"

Wayanman reacted and realized that this group of people had planned this in advance. His face changed drastically and he shouted, "Guards, where are the guards? Someone is going to rebel."

However, the guards stationed at the door turned a blind eye and stood silently behind these senior officials. It was obvious that they did not want to continue this war that was doomed to fail.

"If you dare to beg for peace with the JECO Group, you will regret it. You will definitely regret it."

Wayanman looked at the people approaching him and kept retreating until he was backed into a corner with no way to retreat.

"Leaving you here is what we regret the most. Go with peace of mind. Your head in exchange for peace in Java is your greatest contribution to this country."

Amidst a pair of hateful gazes, a pistol was pressed against Wayanman’s forehead.

The cold muzzle of the gun made Wayanman struggle frantically, but to no avail.

With the sound of a gunshot, peace returned to the underground command room.

Wayanman, the iron-fisted president who had always wanted to establish the Greater Java State and make Java the little overlord of Southeast Asia, ended his life in a cold and damp basement. The way he died was something he could not have imagined during his lifetime. He died at the hands of his most trusted political ally.

As for the United States, which Wayanman trusted the most, until his death, not a single soldier from the United States appeared in Jakarta.

(End of this chapter)