Chapter 67: Iron-Blooded Thunder

In the early morning, in the first rays of spring in Kathmandu, umbrella flowers spread out in the sky as the altitude of the plane decreased. It's as if spring here will become more beautiful and more flowers will bloom in the sky.

And these parachutes did not fall slowly and involuntarily, the paratroopers glided down in formation in the sky, aiming directly at the royal palace of Tribhuven.

In addition to the new tactical training, the rapid deployment capability of all soldiers of Thunder International is also one of the main goals of their training. Therefore, whether it is parachuting, plane landing, or landing on meteorites, it is one of the main trainings that every soldier and officer must master. Although their training is not as good as that of special forces, their rapid deployment ability is the first.

The plane carrying them circled around Kathmandu and dropped a large number of leaflets. Not only did they tell the locals the origin of the paratroopers, but they also informed them that anyone who resisted would be severely punished.

"We are troops from China's Thunder International, and we have been invited by the Gurkha King to maintain order in the local area, and we ask all groups, including the armed groups, to remain calm...... If we launch an attack on us, we will use all means to attack any group and individual ...... attacking us! ”

In the face of such an attack, not to mention the Gurkup soldiers, even the Anglo-Indian infantry regiment stationed in the capital of Gurkup had never seen this kind of fighting. Even who the other party was, whether it was for war or parachute sightseeing, the local Anglo-Indian infantry regiment could not figure it out.

At the same time, a group of "Flying Dys" near Irian Island in the South China Sea took off from the "Yue Fei" aircraft carrier, and in front of them were "Sabre" fighters taking off from a nearby land airfield, and simulated aerial combat exercises were carried out in the air.

Nearby Australian reconnaissance planes were watching everything in the sky with telescopes, and they sent a telegram back to the base.

"The speed and combat capability of the new fighter of the Chinese Air Force have far exceeded the level of our Air Force......"

But the parachute landing over Gurkor at the moment was not as easy as it was.

The rapidly assembled Anglo-Indian troops, charged by the British officers, launched anti-aircraft fire. However, the soldiers who had not been trained in anti-aircraft shooting were not able to accurately hit targets in the air, and it was those Maxims who caused some casualties to the paratroopers in the sky.

The paraglider landed directly into the palace under the skillful maneuvering of the paratroopers. The palace guards, who knew each other, did not put up much resistance, because those paratroopers had Chinese bright red lettering on their arms, in addition to the armband of Thunder International. Even though Gorkau was colonized by the British for decades, it was not yet time to completely forget the roots.

But these soldiers, there are whites, blacks and Chinese, in short, some races in the world are probably not much different. But their mouths, although a little weird, are still the official language of Thunder International - Chinese.

Eighty-two paratroopers landed safely in the palace, while the rest were either killed or wounded by ground fire, or simply landed in the wrong place.

After landing, the paratroopers quickly cleared the entire palace, and their officers immediately found the king of Gurkor, Tribvan. The team was led by a blonde and blue-eyed German, who was a brave soldier who had been awarded a medal in the First World War, and who had also been trained by instructors in the special forces of the Chinese National Defense Forces.

Thunder International, from a certain point of view, is an experimental force formed by the Chinese National Defense Force. The elite units equipped with professional combat mode also represent the pattern of the future development of the Chinese National Defense Force.

"Your Excellency is His Majesty Tribvan, we are the Thunder International Force from China, and our mission is to ensure that you, as the rightful monarch of Gurku, are free to govern your country. Here's a document where you can sign an agreement if you don't have any meaning about the terms, then we at Thunder International can guarantee that you get everything you want! ”

With the usual grim look of a German officer, although the salute seemed to be present, the threat in the words was almost an obvious thing.

Trebvan, the king of Gurkor, almost guessed what they were going to do, and if he didn't agree or sign the document, there was no doubt that they would kill him. Then change to your own crown prince or other members of the royal family to sit in your own place.

The only difference seen in this method when Gork was still a clan king under Chinese protection was that in the past the Chinese only used this method against their own royal family. So now, apparently, with the addition of these foreign devils, the Chinese have become aggressive.

The battle ensued inside the palace, and Tribweon, who had signed the agreement, was placed in the fortified basement of the palace. The people in the palace who were loyal to the Garner family were all dragged to the fence and shot by these Thunder International people who thought they might hinder their movements.

Subsequently, the guards and paratroopers loyal to King Gorkor were mixed together to strengthen the defense of the palace. Soon after the initial confusion, the local Anglo-Indian soldiers organized an infantry battalion and, under the cover of artillery, launched an assault on the palace with soldiers loyal to the Rana family.

Swarms of light shells rained down on the palace, explosions rang out one after another, and the palace's exquisite buildings shook in the smoke. As the king of Gurkor sat in the basement, closely protected by a squad of paratroopers. In the basement, there was no one else except for some dependents in the palace.

He wore a steel helmet on his head and body armor. These were obtained after signing the agreement, and the Thunder International accuser did not discuss more things with him after getting the agreement. I guess those things have nothing to do with him.

"Hum Lana, bastard, he must want these shells to kill me, and then he himself will be the king of Gurko!"

Every time the explosion sounded, the basement shook in the explosion, and patches of dust fell from the roof and scattered in the basement, choking people with coughs. Tribwen shrank his head, fearing that the roof above his head would collapse. But he looked at the soldiers with guns and guarding the entrance.

These guys were clearly brave and good at fighting, and the sound of artillery fire and heavy fire had no effect on them at all.

"What will they do to restore my royal power?"

Now, he could guess these things in fear, but he never thought that Thunder International's methods would be so tough and bloody.

In the royal palace above the basement, the battle has entered the white-hot level. Hordes of Gurgat riflemen wielded rifles with rifles in their hands and Gurgor knives stuck in their waists. Speaking of this kind of knife, you have probably seen it in the clumsy work "Nanming Wind and Rain", so I won't say much here.

The Gurgor riflemen are actually some very good soldiers. The environment in which they live is relatively harsh, so it is in favor of their fierce nature and brave and good at fighting. But when they faced an army composed mainly of veterans of the First World War, who had undergone modern training, it was really not worth mentioning.

In the dense net of fire formed by the M-2 assault rifles, they fell in patches of blood. Presumably because Thunder International's soldiers are usually trained by special forces, they rarely use a three-shot burst design unless they are facing a group target.

However, the "Wolf General Purpose Machine Gun" spewed out tongues of fire in its hoarse voice. The paratroopers blocked the portals with a dense network of fire from these machine guns.

The commander of the Anglo-Indian army stationed here understood that if these paratroopers were not cleared in time, a large number of troops would inevitably arrive in the near future, and then they would face an even more ferocious attack.

Therefore, the Anglo-Indian army and the Gurkor army were temporarily organized, and groups poured into the palace like a tide. Had it not been attacked, the palace would have been a fortress completely devoid of living people. But as soon as the attacking troops approached the gate, swarms of bullets poured out of it like a river that had opened the floodgates.

Whether it was an Indian soldier wrapped in a turban or a Gurgor soldier wielding a Gurgat knife, no one could break through that net of fire. The continuous sound of machine-gun fire, like tearing linen, became a nightmare for the soldiers. And that's not even the worst thing to do.

Occasionally, one or two people who had escaped with their wounded bodies in the palace would tell the soldiers outside. Those guys with oil paint on their faces were some demons who killed every wounded soldier. Especially the black soldiers, who carried large wooden knives on their backs, could easily cut off people's heads.

"Wooden knives"? Can that play kill people? Unfortunately, yes! Before the vast land of Africa was known to Westerners, it was those wooden knives that stained the land with blood in the midst of tribal conflicts again and again on the land of Africa. Soldiers from Africa brought this kind of light and sharp broadsword to Thunder International, nothing else, it was enough to cut off the head.

As for the slaughter of wounded soldiers by Thunder International soldiers, that's for sure. Coming down from the battlefield of World War I, they have long been numb to blood, and they are not as important to human life as their own dogs.

As for themselves, when they joined Thunder International for that high salary, the first document they filled out was the "Notice of Death". The first words of their officers were: "Welcome to hell, my brother, from now on you are dead!" ”

And their motto is "I don't kill, people will kill me!" ”

So Thunder International doesn't need to take prisoners, and it doesn't need wounded soldiers. Just like the secret operations of the special forces, they often use the means of cleaning up all hostile forces on the scene cleanly and thoroughly.