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Chapter 290: A force powerful enough to annihilate the air force of a certain South Asian superpower! The so-called absolute air superiority (Second update)
Meanwhile, the repairman who had been awkwardly chatting with Chu Zhu was now twitching at the corner of his eye; he could sense the strange look in their eyes…

He knew what was bothering him. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't understand why Chu Zhu treated him so differently… and why his "illness" kept showing symptoms, sometimes and sometimes not. Should he go to the hospital?

Damn it, going to the hospital is expensive... and it's the same for him, a cultivator! After all, if a cultivator gets sick, he has to find a cultivator from the Medical Agriculture Sect... and the money that would cost would be at least a week's work on the artifact restoration assembly line... and this is just a minor ailment, what if it's a serious illness... I don't even want to think about it!

“…Perhaps, it’s a test?” Mo Wen suddenly spoke, giving a bitter smile as he made a guess.

This drew the attention of the two men, but he shook his head and didn't continue.

Mo Wen turned his head and silently stared at the cave entrance that had been covered with thatch again. He suspected that the secrets involved in the ruins below were too great, and Chu Zhu did not want them to go down with her, but was also worried that if they left, the secrets would be exposed, so she would come up to check on them from time to time...

As for the awkward conversation... that's normal! After all, Chu Zhu couldn't directly express her doubts, so she could only use this as an excuse to come up.

Mo Wen sighed inwardly. He wasn't sure if he felt comfortable or uncomfortable; this wasn't the first or second time he'd encountered something like this.

……

the other side.

The fifth layer of the honeycomb base.

"...Finally!" Chu Zhu plopped down on the ground, drenched in sweat, panting heavily, looking with satisfaction at the fully operational Z-3, the twenty-first fighter jet!
“Father,” the Hive’s voice came from the drone, “I have completed the construction and transfer of the subroutines on this machine! Even under interference from electromagnetic waves and without external instructions, it can still complete the initial commands you issued!”

"Good, good, good!" Chu Zhu's face lit up with joy. After taking several deep breaths, he gathered his thoughts and said cautiously, "Now, take out all the usable missiles and bombs and load them full! Also, tell me how many more times the remaining bombs can fully equip it..."

"Yes, begin the search now!" the Hive's voice replied as always.

Watching the cylindrical robot begin its work, Chu Zhu sensed the three minutes of his remaining tool repair ability, and after a moment's thought, he made a decision...

Chu Zhu strolled through the underground hangar, randomly found a drone, and placed his hand on it.

After a few breaths, Chu Zhu thoughtfully lowered his hand and went to the next drone.

After inspecting more than half of the fighter jets, Chu Zhu's supernatural powers dissipated.

This time, instead of continuing to chat with the repairman and asking for more drinks, he fell into deep thought.

"Of the eleven fighter jets I'm currently inspecting, two are in only slightly worse condition than the one on the 21st! I should be able to repair them in five to six round trips."

"But the rest..." Chu Zhu rubbed his temples in exasperation; those wouldn't be repaired in a short time.

On the one hand, he couldn't estimate how many trips he would have to make to repair these more severely damaged aircraft given their current state of paralysis—because their damage was not on the same level as that of aircraft number twenty-one, so he couldn't estimate it by working backwards from the condition of aircraft number twenty-one!

Furthermore, Chu Zhu estimated the amount of fortune within her body and felt it was definitely insufficient... Considering that the natural recovery rate of fortune was too slow, she would need to find Radiated Stones to speed things up... Hmm. Even with enough Radiated Stones, repairing a severely damaged fighter jet would take at least two to three days! Of course, this efficiency was already ridiculously high...

“However, based on this ratio!” Chu Zhu pursed her lips. Even excluding those that are severely damaged and require a long time to repair… just considering Unit 21 and those that are barely acceptable and only need five or six repairs… we should be able to select four to five units in a short time…

This is already a rather astonishing force—in the real world, it should be able to easily wipe out the entire air force of a certain South Asian power!

"Of course, right now, we can only repair number 21... As for the rest, even if they only need to be repaired five or six times, it's too late now!" Chu Zhu glanced at the time and clicked his tongue in amazement.

It's almost 9:30. If the repairs continue, the sacrificial ceremony in the shantytown redevelopment area will begin.

“Father,” Hive suddenly spoke, her voice serious, “the munitions have been tested and screened! The missiles and munitions that are still in normal use can fully equip three unmanned combat aircraft.”

"...Only three?" Chu Zhu rubbed his temples, feeling a slight headache. He suddenly thought of something and asked again, "Ignoring the possibility of them being unusable, how many missiles in the current inventory...can be fully armed?"

Chu Zhu realized that these missiles, which had deteriorated over time, could also be repaired—and considering their size and the fact that missiles are much simpler in structure than aircraft… repairing these missiles should be much easier than repairing drones.

"It can support twenty-seven fighter jets, enabling them to engage in three round-trip combat missions!"

Chu Zhu was stunned for a moment, then a look of understanding appeared on her face. In other words, the stockpile of explosives was enough to fight eighty-one batches.

"More than I expected!" Chu Zhu's face lit up with surprise. Without the restraint of fighter jets of the same level, this full complement, with only one drone available... is equivalent to being able to launch eighty-one sorties and bomb eighty-one times—that is to say, gaining air superiority eighty-one times!
Yes, this kind of bombing might not cause too many casualties directly, at most a few dozen or a hundred people per bombing raid! In fact, casualties might even decrease later on... unless the enemy is so stupid that they don't even bother to dodge...

However, gaining air superiority is never simply a matter of casualties—every bombing raid essentially shakes the morale of the enemy, disrupts their military order, and can even completely destroy their organizational capacity…

This significance is paramount in war… it can even determine the outcome of a battle! After all, the biggest difference between an army and ordinary people is their organizational capacity! Without organization, no matter how elite the troops, they are powerless to turn the tide…

Chu Zhu paced back and forth several times, thought for a moment, then shook his head, his gaze somewhat profound: "However... we can't be so arrogant as to think that in this era, having unmanned combat aircraft means we're truly invincible..."

Chu Zhu pursed his lips, because he felt that a surprise attack might yield good results... but if he wanted to launch a second or third attack, the other side would probably react and send out top-tier cultivators to intercept them... and the opportunity might not be able to overcome the cultivators.

Although, based on the speed they've demonstrated so far, they probably can't catch up with the fighter jets! But who knows what top-tier cultivators the imperial court might have? And what outrageous and bizarre supernatural abilities those cultivators possess… To put it bluntly, these armed forces are currently only capable of dealing with ordinary mortals…

"So, my niece didn't leave me... Oh, I almost forgot! She did leave me one." Chu Zhu thought about the antimatter bomb for a moment, her eye twitching, unsure of what expression to make.

He sighed, "But one is far too few! Couldn't we have approved more... Or perhaps, this kind of thing was quite rare in my niece's time? It's already a big problem for my niece to manage to get just one?"

Countless thoughts flashed through Chu Zhu's mind, and finally she shook her head with a wry smile: "Next time I'll leave a message in the future and see if I can get more!"

Then, Chu Zhu picked up the antimatter bomb, strapped it to his waist, rallied his spirits, and with a serious expression, strode out of the base.

(End of this chapter)