Others show their swords, I show my missiles!

In the dark and cramped office in Peking, the dim and flickering light was like a candle in the wind, struggling weakly, barely bringing a faint illumination to the room.

The surrounding walls appear even more mottled under the dim light, as if telling the vicissitudes and sufferings that this city has experienced.

Shantun Ningci had a gloomy face, like the depressing and gloomy sky before a storm, as if endless anger would pour out at any time.

He stood in front of the desk, his slightly fat body hunched, holding the black telephone tightly in his hand, his knuckles turning blue and white from the force.

His eyes occasionally swept over the faded battle map on the wall. The intricate lines and marks on the map looked like a tangled mess to him, and he couldn't find any clue.

With every glance, his brows furrowed even more, as if he could see the current miserable situation of the imperial army from it.

As his fingers moved rapidly on the dial, a monotonous dial tone echoed in the silent room.

A moment later, the call was connected. Shantun Ningci said into the receiver, his voice filled with fatigue and anxiety, as well as a hint of seeking credit:

“Jesang, our Great Plaster Warriors have suffered heavy losses.

The most elite Sixth Division was almost completely wiped out;

The 33rd Division was completely annihilated.

General Okamoto, commander of the 33rd Division, died in battle; General Sorai, commander of the 6th Division, died in battle.

Both of them were found dead.

I wonder how prepared your air force is?"

As he spoke, he unconsciously rubbed his temples with his other hand, as if this could relieve the pressure in his heart.

The unhappy and reproachful voice of Jesbon, Chief of Staff of Omanrik, came from the other end of the phone. The voice came out of the receiver with obvious dissatisfaction and disdain.

Shantun Ningci's brows instantly wrinkled into the shape of a "川" character, and the corners of his mouth turned downwards, revealing a trace of grievance and helplessness, like a child who did something wrong but was unwilling to admit it.

"Misi Tuoshan, your conscience is so bad!

Don't think I don't know that your Sixth Division is a rebuilt female division, not to mention that before the destruction of the Beast Valley, there were only 8,000 unborn devils left!"

Jesbon's voice was like a sharp blade, mercilessly exposing the truth that Shantun Ningci was trying to hide.

Yamamoto Ningci's face turned red instantly, from his ears to his neck, and he felt as embarrassed as if he had been stripped naked in public.

He quickly defended himself, his dry laughter filled with embarrassment:

"Hahaha, after all, the Sixth Division is well-known, and the 33rd Division is a truly heroic division. Even the commander who died in battle had the word 'hero' in his name!"

He tried to save face with these weak reasons, but in front of Jessbon, these words seemed so empty.

Jessbon's voice came again, his tone firm and unquestionable, like a death sentence:

"Stop making excuses! I order you to send out your aircraft and biologically guided missiles to launch an all-out attack on the liberated areas. Don't be afraid of sacrifice.

I believe that the spirit of Bushido is your tradition, and you must maintain this tradition."

A hint of hesitation flashed in Shantun Ningci's eyes. He knew very well that this move would mean the death of countless innocent lives. He also understood that the PLA's air defense capabilities should not be underestimated. This attack would most likely be a brutal war of attrition.

Use the lives of the big plaster warriors to consume the PLA's air defense missiles.

But soon, that hint of hesitation was replaced by determination. He gritted his teeth, his voice filled with reluctance and helplessness:

"But, the People's Liberation Army's sacred bird?"

The so-called divine birds refer to missiles and rockets.

"Idiot! How many divine birds can the People's Liberation Army have? If they are all used up, there will be no more divine birds!

Besides, you are not fighting alone. We, Omanrek, will also dispatch our air force.

As long as you fight hard enough, we will have a chance to break through the PLA's defenses and nip their mushroom bomb plan in the bud.

You must know that once their mushroom bombs are put into actual combat, the first ones to be exterminated will be you, the Big Plaster, not us, the Omanrik!"

Jesbon roared on the other end of the phone, and every word was like a cannonball, hitting Shantun Ningci's heart hard.

Shantun Ningci responded helplessly:

"What the hell!"

The voice seemed to have exhausted all his strength and was full of powerlessness and sorrow.

After hanging up the phone, he took a deep breath, trying to calm his pounding heart.

There was a hint of determination in his eyes as he slowly walked towards the window.

The street scene outside the window is still prosperous and bustling with traffic.

However, in Shantun Ningci's eyes, this prosperity was hypocritical and empty.

He gazed at the world outside, seemingly contemplating the consequences of the brutal war that was about to unfold. He wondered where this frenzied attack would lead the empire, and what kind of disaster it would bring to countless lives...

In the huge and secretive military base of Omanrek, the atmosphere was oppressive and suffocating.

Jessbon slammed the telephone receiver in his hand heavily on the table in anger. The loud noise made by the collision between the receiver and the table echoed in the silent office, as if a bomb had exploded instantly, shaking the surrounding air slightly.

He stood up suddenly, his tall figure standing out in the office like a cold mountain.

The staff officers around him looked at him cautiously like frightened birds, not daring to breathe, for fear that a slight movement would anger the angry superior in front of them.

Jesbon walked with heavy and powerful steps straight to the huge military map.

He folded his hands over his chest, and his broad chest heaved violently, showing that the anger in his heart had not yet subsided.

His eyes were fixed on the northwest of China on the map, with greed, ambition and madness flashing in his eyes, as if he wanted to see through that place with his torch-like eyes and take every inch of China's land into his pocket.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, outlining a cruel and ferocious smile, as if he had already seen the scientific expedition team falling into chaos under his military attack.

At the same time, in the liberated areas, the air defense early warning system, like a keen guard, had already detected the abnormality.

The atmosphere in the air defense command center was tense and serious, as if the air had frozen.

On the huge electronic screen, signals of incoming enemy aircraft kept flashing. The red cursors, like the eyes of a devil, exuded a chilling aura and were gradually approaching the liberated area.

Commander Xiao stood tall and straight in front of the command desk, his gaze as firm as a torch, closely watching the constantly changing information on the screen.

His eyes revealed calmness and confidence, as if everything was under control.

"Have you identified the enemy aircraft model?"

His voice was steady and powerful, and it carried clearly throughout the command center.

"Reporting to Commander Xiao, the enemy aircraft is slow. It is definitely not the Russian Manrek's Iver series fighter. Then it can only be the old-fashioned aircraft of the Japanese pirates."

A staff officer answered quickly and accurately.

Commander Xiao nodded slightly, a thought flashed in his eyes, and then he decisively gave the order:

"Inform all missile units to enter Level 1 combat readiness! Closely monitor enemy movements and be prepared for battle!

Besides the Japanese pirates, we must also pay attention to the movements of the Omanreks, and especially be prepared to deal with electromagnetic interference!"

Every word was powerful and exuded unquestionable majesty.

After giving the order, Commander Xiao turned around and said to the staff officer Lao Liu beside him:

"Old Liu, you said the Japanese haven't dared to deploy their air force for a long time. What's wrong with them this time?"

Old Liu smiled slightly, with wisdom in his eyes:

"Cannon fodder! This must be Omanrik's idea. I guess that Shantun puppy doesn't want to do this either!"

Commander Xiao nodded again, a sly look flashing in his eyes:

"Then we have to use our missiles sparingly!"

In every corner of the command center, radar soldiers stared intently at the radar screen, their eyes fixed on every subtle change on the screen, beads of sweat appeared on their foreheads, but there was no fear in their eyes, only determination and concentration.

The signalmen shuttled back and forth in the command center, their steps hurried, constantly transmitting various information.

The sounds of footsteps and keyboard tapping intertwined to play a tense and exciting pre-war music.

The PLA's air defense forces acted quickly, with missile launchers lined up neatly in an open field, like rows of steel behemoths waiting to go into battle.

One by one, the air defense missiles stand on the launch pad, like falcons about to be released from their cages, with agile postures, pointing straight to the sky, as if issuing a silent challenge to the enemy.

As the enemy planes got closer, the sharp air defense alarm sounded mournfully over the liberated areas, breaking the originally quiet sky.

Under the organization of the PLA soldiers, the people quickly and orderly entered the air-raid shelter.

Although the children had some fear on their faces, they felt reassured when they saw the determined eyes and calm faces of the PLA soldiers around them. They tried hard to be brave, holding the corners of the adults' clothes tightly with their little hands, and followed the team forward quickly.

When the enemy planes finally came within range, Commander Xiao, with his eyes as sharp as lightning, gave a decisive order:

"emission!"

One after another, the anti-aircraft missiles, trailing long, dazzling tail flames, roared towards the enemy planes, like angry fire dragons soaring into the sky.

The Japanese pirates' fighter formation was instantly caught in a web of fire.

An anti-aircraft missile accurately hit an enemy plane. With a loud bang, the enemy plane exploded into a huge fireball in the air.

The burning fragments fell like snowflakes.

Another enemy plane, in its hasty evasion of the missile, collided violently with our own plane. Thick smoke billowed from both planes, and their fuselages trembled violently as they staggered toward the ground, leaving a long black smoke trail in the air...

However, the enemy, relying on its numerical advantage, continued to advance frantically towards the liberated areas, while launching biological guided missiles one after another.

These missiles were like evil ghosts, and under the guidance of the Japanese devils, they rushed towards important targets in the liberated areas.

Just as the air defense forces were preparing to continue launching missiles to shoot down these biological guided missiles and the remaining enemy aircraft, a few inconspicuous flashes of light on the radar screen aroused the radar soldiers' vigilance.

The radar soldier's eyes widened instantly, staring at the light spots, his expression becoming solemn.

He knew very well that in this tense moment of battle, any abnormality could mean a huge crisis.

"Report! A UFO has been spotted, moving extremely fast and heading directly towards the Western Cheetah Field Army!"

The radar soldier quickly reported the situation to Commander Xiao.

Commander Xiao walked quickly to the radar screen, his eyes fixed on the bright spots, his brows slightly furrowed.

At this time, everyone in the command center also gathered around, staring at the screen and talking.

"Such a faint light spot, it's unlikely to be an airplane, could it be a flock of migrating birds?"

A staff officer raised his own questions.