Two Realms Shuttle Gate: Don't Call Me a Demon!
Chapter 766 - 435: Airborne_2

"Arrived at the drop zone... lowering altitude... hatch open, please disembark."

At the same time, twelve transport planes also arrived over the Silliguri Corridor. The transport planes lowered their altitude, the cabin doors opened, and the gale rushed in, but it couldn't disturb the determined eyes of the Genetic Warriors.

One by one, the Genetic Warriors, under the command of the platoon leader, quickly leapt out of the cabin and descended towards the earth below.

The fierce wind raged, and occasionally sparse high altitude artillery tracers streaked by, but these threats were quickly cleared by the Magic Bird Fighters.

Miao Lun took the lead. He was the first to rush out of the cabin, limbs spread wide, feeling the unrestrained freedom in the air. When he was still a thousand meters from the ground, his sharp eyes already spotted the panic-stricken Indian soldiers on the ground.

Bang!

The white parachute opened, and the parachutes blossomed in the sky like scattered dandelions.

Compared to the large-scale drops of Parachute Regiments or Paratrooper Brigades, the drop of over a hundred paratroopers seemed insignificant and not very spectacular.

But if these paratroopers were all Genetic Warriors, the value far exceeded that of a Paratrooper Brigade.

"Quick, open fire, shoot them down."

"There are so few of them, why run? Fight back immediately."

"Haha, are these guys crazy? Jumping with so few people."

On the ground, the Indian soldiers, initially thrown into chaos by the air raid, quickly regained their composure when they saw the small number of paratroopers and rushed forward, shouting loudly.

Whoosh!

Then, an unexpected event occurred. A strong wind blew, and Miao Lun was blown away, separated from the main parachute group.

Bullets whizzed past him, but Miao Lun's body, covered in the mercury material of the Second-class Machine Life Suit, deflected the bullets.

However, the parachute attached to Miao Lun's back was not bulletproof, and holes were punched through it, causing the descent speed to increase rapidly.

Just as he was about to crash to the ground, a round canister attached to Miao Lun's back sprayed out intense flames. The powerful counterforce drastically reduced his falling speed.

This trick was learned from the Red Bear Empire. During the peak of the Cold War, the Red Bear Empire devised a method for tank and crew air drops.

They would drop tens of tons of tanks with crew inside directly from a transport plane. As the tank neared the ground, the reverse flame jet would reduce speed, allowing the tank to land and immediately enter combat.

However, with high crew fatality rates, the costly technique was abandoned. Now, the Jieke Group revived it for Genetic Warriors, whose resilience far surpassed that of ordinary humans.

With the reverse flame device, Miao Lun's descent speed slowed to an acceptable level. Such a fall would at least cause severe fractures to an ordinary person, but Genetic Warriors in their Biological Armor didn't care about such things.

When he was about ten meters from the ground, the mercury on Miao Lun's hands wriggled and formed two gleaming swords.

He slashed the parachute cords, descended, and knelt with one knee on the ground, creating a small pit. With his swords embedded in the ground like anchors, he steadied himself.

Slowly rising to his feet, Miao Lun's cold gaze swept ahead.

A large number of Indian soldiers, numbering in the hundreds, had intended to capture the paratroopers.

But seeing Miao Lun's landing and the silver gleam of his Second Generation Life Breeding Equipment, it was as if cold water was poured over their heads, chilling them to the bone.

The new Single Soldier Mecha of the Genetic Warriors had already made headlines globally during the Los Angeles Olympics. It was a formidable individual combat force unique to the Jieke Group, impossible to imitate.

"Ge... Genetic Warrior."

An Indian soldier stammered, his wet trousers evidence of his fear.

"Mission... execute."

A cruel smile appeared on Miao Lun's lips. With a flex of his legs, he shot forward like a sword, cleaving through seven or eight Indian soldiers in one slash. Their bodies split, spilling entrails across the ground.

Miao Lun moved with the sword strikes; the blades, capable of slicing through steel, effortlessly cut through the fragile human bodies, reducing Indian soldiers to pieces like chopping vegetables.

"Run, run!"

The Indian soldiers were driven mad with fear, all turning to flee without any will to fight back.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The mercury on Miao Lun's shoulders wriggled into two additional arms, hoisting two heavy machine guns. He opened fire on the fleeing Indian soldiers, cutting them down one by one.

Blood pooled at Miao Lun's feet, the air filled with screams of agony.

Miao Lun glanced at the dozens of corpses on the ground, then at the hundreds of Indian soldiers fleeing over the mountains, and slowly formed a question mark in his mind.

He had killed less than a tenth of them, but the rest were already breaking. He had never fought an easier battle.

Seeing themselves falling behind, some Indian soldiers went weak at the knees, dropped their guns, or held them aloft, raising their hands in surrender.

"Spare me, boss, spare me, please don't kill me, we surrender."

"I'm willing to help you, I know where the camp is."

"We surrender, we all surrender."

Like dominoes, as one Indian soldier knelt, the others followed, dropping to the ground and raising their weapons in surrender to Miao Lun.