"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!
