Chapter 546: Believe in the United States

On June 28, outside Jakarta.

This Javanese capital was the last place where Java was still resisting.

It was not that the resistance here was strong, but that the Jeko Group was boiling frogs in warm water.

If Jakarta was captured as quickly as possible, then the Jeko Group would not be able to arrest all the opposition in the name of armed protection of overseas Chinese.

After settling accounts with the Javanese dignitaries, the heavy troops of the Jeko Group also came to Jakarta.

A full 150,000 troops surrounded Jakarta, and the shadow of war was dense.

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

But the large number of people was useless. Many of the recruits did not even have guns, because many weapons were dispatched by the quartermaster to the self-defense and national protection army, resulting in the government's own recruits having no weapons to use.

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

After just three days of rest and waiting for logistical supplies to catch up, the Jeko Group officially launched an attack on Jakarta on July 1, which was also the final general attack on Java.

Artillery fire and gunshots spread across the largest city in Southeast Asia, reminding them of the fear from the Jeko Group.

Jakarta, Guxi Street.

This street is stationed with half a regiment of Java troops, a small number of which are regular Java troops, and most of them are recruits.

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

"We are familiar with the environment here. If the Jake Group dares to come in, they will definitely not return."

"Defend Jakarta City. As long as we can hold on until the United States is defeated, it will be the end of the Jake Group."

"We Java must not become a vassal of the Jake Group. For the sake of the motherland, I am willing to sacrifice my life."

"The Jake Group is nothing great! As long as we are united, the other side can't conquer us."

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

In the building, the new recruits of Java discussed with each other. They have not experienced the cruelty of war, and they still have beautiful visions for the future and are full of confidence.

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

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

A Javan regular soldier thought they were too noisy and shouted angrily, which immediately made the room quiet.

"Squad leader Babu, is the Jake Group really that scary?"

A recruit looked at the angry regular soldier and asked carefully.

"Nonsense, otherwise..."

The Javan regular soldier was about to speak, but suddenly a loud noise came from not far away, interrupting his desire to talk, and his eyes became nervous.

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

"The Jake Group launched an attack."

A Javan regular soldier shouted, and the Javan recruits who witnessed this scene in the house felt their scalps numb and their legs went weak.

More missile shells fell, and the deafening explosion made the Javanese soldiers present tremble in their hearts. Many people's pants were wet, and some were frightened and mentally confused by the explosion, running around and shouting.

After half an hour, the bombing ended.

Many buildings on Guxi Street had collapsed under the bombing, and ruins were everywhere.

Half of the infantry regiment stationed here suffered many casualties. Many recruits who had once put down their lofty words have now become cold corpses, and even their corpses cannot be found. They were blown away and dismembered in the explosion, and there was not a palm-sized intact part of their bodies.

Before these Javanese soldiers who were dizzy from the explosion entered the defensive position, the sound of propellers hummed in the sky.

A team of helicopters flew over Guxi Street and hovered above the buildings.

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

They were covered in flowing, mercury-like armor, with an overall height of about two and a half meters. The silver armor covered every part of their bodies. Under the sunlight, the silver armor flashed a cold metallic luster, like a future warrior interwoven with machinery and biology.

These people, of course, belonged to the genetic warriors of the Iron Battalion. They wore second-generation mechanical life-colonizing suits and came to this urban battlefield that was most suitable for them.

"Clear this area."

Miao Lun issued a 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, the ruins of buildings, exposed steel bars, concrete blocks scattered all over the ground, burning fires, and panicked teams of Java soldiers could be seen everywhere nearby.

After watching the battlefield environment, Miao Lun's arms were covered with mercury, turning into two silver-white blades, and his face under the mask was cold and cruel.

He stepped forward, and sharp thorns sprouted from the soles of his feet, piercing into the wall. He stepped on the outer wall of the tall building and ran downwards.

Bang!

When he reached the 12th floor, Miao Lun suddenly broke the glass and jumped forward.

There were five Javanese soldiers on this floor. When they saw Miao Lun who suddenly broke in, before he could raise his gun and surrender, he felt a pain in his neck and immediately lost consciousness.

Heads rolled off his neck one after another. Miao Lun's expression was calm, as if he was just killing pigs and dogs and was not worthy of his attention.

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

Integrated with the purple light bat gene, he has a super powerful biological radar that can locate enemies through ultrasonic waves.

Although this ability is not amplified by the second-generation machine-breeding equipment like strength, agility and defense, as an efficient reconnaissance and early warning method, it can make Miao Lun more at home on the battlefield, especially in complex terrains such as cities. The environment, for Miao Lun, is simply heaven-like.

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

From time to time, gunshots and screams could be heard from certain floors of the building, but it would soon become quiet again.

When Miao Lun walked out from the first floor, he had slaughtered all the Javanese soldiers in the entire building.

Miao Lun's eyes turned to another tall building and continued walking towards that side.

Starting from July 1st, Jieke Group’s offensive was like burning oil cooking fire.

Amid the fear and trembling of the Javanese soldiers in the city of Jakarta, missiles bombed at precise points, destroying all military facilities and defensive positions.

Then continue to explode!

Then explode!

Then explode!

Then explode!

Artillery shells, bombs and missiles continued to fall into the city of Jakarta. Aircraft, artillery and missiles took turns to attack all suspicious targets and destroy Java's military resistance.

The Jieko Group is not a loser army. They have abundant financial resources. During the years of occupying the Indo-China Peninsula, their arms manufacturing and stockpiling have never stopped.

In other countries, military production capacity is only maintained at a minimum, and production lines are even shut down. After all, military manufacturing is a waste of money.

However, the environment in which the Jieco Group is located is characterized by external pursuit, interception and sanctions from Western countries. Internally, there are always dissatisfied people in Indochina, who even want to break away from the control of the Jieco Group and pursue so-called independence.

This forces the Jieco Group to maintain its absolute lead in force. The hegemony of the Jieco Group is also based on absolute force.

Therefore, the war pace of the Jieco Group has never slowed down, and the military industry is operating at its maximum. A lot of wealth obtained by the Jieco Group has flowed into the military industry in huge amounts. As if there is a phobia of insufficient firepower, tanks, fighter planes, Artillery comes off the assembly line, genetic warriors are screened and trained every day, and ammunition reserves are continuously produced in accordance with wartime standards and stored in underground arsenals throughout the Zen Kingdom.

Sufficient ammunition reserves and complete military production are the confidence that the Jieke Group dares to explode.

The Jieko Group's artillery preparations continued for a week, and intensive explosions occurred every day in and around Jakarta.

Not enough ammunition in stock? Ship it directly by sea. Anyway, the control of the sea is also in the hands of Jieke Group, which is safe and convenient, and then continue to explode.

Has the barrel’s durability reached its end? Just replace the cannon with a new one and continue to explode.

A week later, the Javanese army in the city of Jakarta had been bombed to pieces, and everyone was about to be blown up by the Jieko Group.

Almost all the organized troops were dispersed, because Javanese soldiers gathered together and were easily bombed.

The Jieke Group, which controls a multi-layered reconnaissance system such as satellites, high-altitude reconnaissance aircraft, drones, and eyeworms, has great advantages in intelligence.

Many Javanese troops died or were injured, and more often took off their military uniforms on the spot and chose to become deserters.

At this time, the city of Jakarta is almost within easy reach for the Jieko Group. They can directly bulldoze it with the armored tanks of the heavy-duty troops, or they can choose to airborne special forces to slowly clear it up.

The Jieco Group chose the latter, because the Jieco Group was not in a hurry to end the war. Every extra day of fighting allowed the Jieco Group to train its troops for one more day, and used this as an excuse to legalize and expand its purges in Java. .

Every day, the Jieko Group is working step by step, slowly occupying urban areas in Jakarta, just like clocking in to work. After the bombing is completed, it sends out the steel battalion to eliminate the remaining enemies.

The speed of this advance is not very fast, but the Javanese army has never been able to recapture even once the urban areas captured by the Jieko Group.

In the absence of a large number of ground troops from the Jieko Group entering Jakarta, Jakarta was about to fall by relying solely on bombing and genetic warriors.

With such step-by-step advancement, by July 19, most of the cities in Jakarta had been occupied by the Jieko Group.

In the center of Jakarta City, in an underground command room.

The sound of artillery continued to fall like thunder. Vayanman, the president of Java, was holding the phone. The dust on his head was shaken by the vibration of the shelling, and the ripples in the water glass made his body stiff and his expression ugly.

"What, the third brigade needs reinforcements, tell Maluku to defend to the death, even if we beat the last person, we must defend it. Reinforcements from Beautiful Country will arrive soon, how soon is it? Tomorrow, tomorrow Beautiful Country They will send troops."

Vayanman locked himself alone in the underground command room. The calls for help came one after another. The answers he gave were the same, that is, he believed in the beautiful country and the beautiful country was about to send troops.

But in fact, now even the lowest cannon fodder infantry in the Java Kingdom have given up hope in the beautiful country.

Because the Jieko Group besieged the city of Jakarta for more than half a month and ravaged the largest city in Southeast Asia.

With so much time, if the beautiful country really wanted to send troops for reinforcements, the beautiful country's heavenly soldiers and generals would have been here long ago, why are they still cruising in the Indian Ocean.

The reason why Wayenman still insists on this statement is because it is the only belief he has adhered to until now.

This is like a person who is deeply involved in gambling. When he loses, he bets his whole family. He feels that the beautiful country is his only hope for a comeback, and he is not willing to gamble at all.

Bang!

The door to the command room was forcibly pushed open, and a large group of people rushed in. They were all high-ranking officials and dignitaries in Java.

"Your Excellency, let's surrender."

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

"Those genetic warriors are so ruthless, we soldiers are no match for them."

Senior officials gathered around Vayanman, their voices anxious, their faces frightened, and they talked non-stop.

Vayanman listened to the messy quarrels. He glared at the people around him and roared hysterically: "You cowards, think about what the Jieco Group did in Ceylon City. They clearly want to kill us. Now we can only wait for the reinforcements from the beautiful country, we have not lost yet.”

In fact, Wayenman also negotiated peace and surrender with the Jieko Group, but the Jieko Group refused to accept it and rejected him long ago.

Hearing the words "Beautiful Country", the faces of the senior officials present became even more ugly.

"Beautiful country, what are you still dreaming about now? They have abandoned us long ago. We are abandoned children. Don't you understand?"

"I have long said not to attack the Chinese and not to anger the Jieke Group, but you just didn't listen. It's all your own actions that have led to this situation. You are a sinner of our nation."

"Leave him to the Jieko Group. As long as he dies, the anger of the Jieko Group will be calmed, and we can all survive."

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

"You. What do you want to do?"

Vayanman reacted and knew that the group had already planned. 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 destined to be unwinnable.

"You dare to beg for peace from the Jieke Group, you will regret it, you will definitely regret it."

Vayanman looked at the people approaching him and kept shrinking back until he was in a corner with no way out.

"Keeping you is the thing we regret the most. Go with peace of mind. Your head will bring peace to our Java, which will be your greatest contribution to this country."

Under the hostile gazes of the pair, the pistol was pressed against Vayanman's forehead.

The cold muzzle of the gun made Vayanman struggle wildly, but to no avail.

With the sound of a gunshot, calm was restored in the underground command room.

Wayanman, the iron-fisted president who had always wanted to establish a Greater Java State and make Java a small overlord in Southeast Asia, ended his life in a cold and damp basement, and the way of death was unexpected during his lifetime. He died in In the hands of his most trusted political ally.

As for the beautiful country that Wayanman believed in most, until his death, not a single soldier from the beautiful country showed up in Jakarta.