Others show their swords, I show my missiles!

The atmosphere in the dimly lit Omanrek command room was originally quite calm.

The maps on the wall, the flashing signal lights and the busy staff constitute the unique scene of this space.

"No, no, it's not good, Mr. Jessbon!"

A communications soldier rushed into the command room breathlessly like a chased rabbit.

He staggered, his face covered in sweat, his uniform soaked with sweat and stuck to his body, and the badge on his chest swayed slightly with his heavy breathing.

He stammered as he reported, his voice filled with obvious fear and panic.

Jessbon, who was concentrating on painting, stopped the brush in his hand in mid-air. At that moment, a bad premonition surged into his heart like a dark cloud.

He slowly turned his head, looking at the signalman who rushed in with confusion and uneasiness in his eyes.

"Just bought, just bought, the plane I just bought was shot down!"

The signalman's words were stuttering but full of a strange rhythm, as if each word carried a heavy force, hitting every corner of the command room.

"watt?"

This cry broke the silence in the command room. In an instant, the entire Omanrek command room was silent and you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at the signalman and Jessbon, their eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

Jessbon's face turned pale as paper in an instant, and the paintbrush in his hand fell to the ground with a "click", splashing the paint and leaving a glaring color on the smooth ground.

He seemed to have lost all his strength. He fell onto the sofa behind him, rubbing his temples with his hands weakly, muttering to himself:

“The PLA Air Force is indeed powerful, but there must be a limit, right?

How could our air force be so vulnerable when the technology we have from Fiffy Bay is not much different?"

His eyes were dull as he stared straight into the air ahead, as if his soul had left his body and was immersed in this sudden bad news.

After a brief silence in the command room, the noise slowly returned.

An officer frowned and said worriedly:

"The loss of an aircraft is a minor matter, but training pilots is not easy!

The cost of their training is almost equivalent to their body weight in gold!"

As he spoke, he paced back and forth, his leather shoes making a "tapping" sound on the ground, adding to the tense atmosphere.

Another officer crossed his arms, shook his head slightly, and said:

"If you ask me, this is nothing. Once the PLA takes the lead in testing the mushroom bomb, they will have the right to speak internationally.

Any country that wants to challenge their authority must consider whether it can withstand their mushroom bombs!"

His voice was low and serious, and there was a hint of fear in his eyes.

"It's not that exaggerated. Even if the People's Liberation Army had mushroom bombs, they wouldn't be able to drop them on our Omanrek mainland.

They now have bullets but no guns."

A younger officer curled his lips and tried to refute.

He spread his hands, a look of slight disapproval on his face.

"Yes! That makes sense.

Even if they had mushroom bombs, without strategic bombers, they could only shout a few times to scare people.

Can they still use mushroom bombs on their own soil?"

Someone else echoed.

As this round of discussion deepened, the atmosphere in the command room seemed to ease slightly, and everyone's faces gradually showed a bit more luck.

These words finally gave Durres and Jessbon some psychological comfort. They raised their heads slightly, and a hint of life appeared in their eyes again.

Durres suddenly slapped his thigh in excitement and stood up with a sudden movement. The amplitude of his movement was so large that he almost knocked the teacup on the table next to him off.

His eyes were wide open, flashing with excitement, like two cold stars suddenly lighting up in the night sky, revealing a sharpness and madness.

"Yes!"

Durres almost shouted, his voice echoing in the empty conference room.

"Besides, they are in the open while we are in the dark. We can launch stealth bombers to attack them at any time."

As he spoke, he waved his arms, as if he had already seen the stealth bomber roaring towards the target.

Jessbon was sitting nearby. After hearing Durres' words, he straightened up and immediately agreed:

"That's right!"

He narrowed his eyes slightly, with a smug smile on his face.

"We have so many places to hide our planes. To them, our planes are like a sword hanging over their heads."

As he spoke, Jace raised his hand and made a downward motion in the air.

"Think about it, Tiantian Dabaojian, who can bear this!"

His tone was full of provocation and arrogance.

However, after a moment of excitement, Jessbon's expression gradually darkened again. He shook his head helplessly and continued:

"However, we don't have many planes left, so we need to continue purchasing, at least three to four thousand."

Having said that, his brows were tightly furrowed and a hint of worry appeared in his eyes.

After hearing this, Durres stopped his excited movements and slowly sat back in his chair, tapping his fingers on the table unconsciously as he thought about how to respond.

After a while, Durres suddenly raised his head, a fierce look flashed in his eyes, and he said resolutely:

"This will require a lot of money. It seems we need to speed up the treasure hunt in Northeast China and make more money!"

His voice was low and full of determination, as if he had made up his mind to achieve his goal by any means necessary.

The conference room fell silent again, with only the tapping sound of Durres' fingers on the table, as if it was the countdown to their evil plan...

So a well-made and profound Chinese troop increase plan was solemnly submitted to the Russian Congress.

As we entered 1942, the Chinese battlefield was like a magnificent painting, and earth-shaking changes had taken place.

Compared with the grand scene of tens of millions of troops on the European battlefield, the PLA's military strength is indeed a bit thin.

However, those epoch-making advanced weapons and equipment are like lightning that cuts through the fog of the times, attracting the vigilant eyes of countries around the world.

The J-41 series fighter jets are like steel eagles soaring in the sky. Their fuselages gleam with a cold metallic luster, and their streamlined design demonstrates the perfect fusion of technology and power.

They roared across the sky, and the roar they made shook the earth. Their powerful maneuverability and advanced weapon mounting capabilities made them aerial blades on the battlefield.

The unmanned heavy bomber shuttled through the clouds like a ghost, silently but with enormous destructive power.

They rely on advanced navigation systems and intelligent control technology to fly to the target area accurately, and the heavy bombs they drop can instantly turn large areas into ruins.

The main battle tank is covered with heavy armor, like a steel behemoth on land. Its tracks roll forward, raising clouds of dust wherever it goes.

Its powerful firepower output and solid defensive performance make any force that dares to stop it tremble in fear.

The 370mm box-type rocket launcher, with its neatly arranged launch tubes, looks like rows of angry steel fangs.

At the moment of launch, flames shot up into the sky and rockets poured out like raindrops, covering the target area and bringing a devastating effect.

The unmanned aerial vehicle is like an invisible eye, silently spying on every corner of the battlefield from high in the sky.

Relying on advanced reconnaissance equipment, it can clearly report the enemy's every move, providing important basis for the PLA's combat decisions.

Suicide bombers are weapons full of determination and fearlessness. They rush towards the target with a mission, detonate themselves at the critical moment, and exchange their own destruction for a fatal blow to the enemy.

The aerial mortar is like a sword of Damocles hanging over the enemy's head. It can carry out precise strikes on ground targets during flexible flight, making it difficult for the enemy to defend against it.

These weapons and equipment that were ahead of their time undoubtedly attracted strong attention from the world's old empires and the emerging empire of Omanrek.

These countries gathered their vassals and quickly stood against the liberated areas like sharks smelling blood.

At this time, the situation on the European battlefield was gradually easing.

The smoke of war and fighting that once ravaged Europe now seemed to be fading away.

The generals of various countries raised their heads from the bloody battlefield and turned their gazes to the distant battlefield in China.

However, beneath this seemingly peaceful land of Europe, undercurrents are actually surging.

Countries remain on high alert against each other.

No one dared to easily believe the superficial verbal promises made by the former hostile country, let alone withdraw troops on a large scale because of them.

After all, in the brutal war, trust has long become the most scarce thing.

A large number of troops are still stranded in Europe, like heavy mountains pressing down on this vicissitudes of life land.

Omanrek was no exception, and its main forces were also deeply mired in the quagmire of the European battlefield.

However, the situation underwent some subtle changes. The Plaster Kingdom became a vassal of Omanrik and was the first to withdraw its troops in many places.

In this way, the troops originally fighting against the Japanese pirates may be withdrawn, and these troops will be deployed to the Chinese battlefield.

There is an irregular building in Omanrek, which is where the top military officials of Omanrek discuss important matters.

After a fierce debate and weighing of the pros and cons, out of consideration for their own interests, the Russian Manrek top leaders finally decided to send reinforcements to China and dispatch ground troops to participate in the war.

The troops that are about to set foot on Chinese soil are like awakened war beasts.

The 2nd Infantry Division, the soldiers have resolute faces and powerful bodies under their neat uniforms.

They have undergone rigorous training and have extremely high tactical skills, and each of them has a desire to win the war.

The 24th Infantry Division marched in neat and powerful steps, and their well-equipped weapons gleamed coldly in the sunlight.

They are famous for their indomitable fighting spirit and rich combat experience.

The 25th Infantry Division, with high morale and fearless courage in their eyes.

They are code-named Tropical Lightning and specialize in jungle warfare.

The 40th Infantry Division, as a unit with a unique combat style, has its own characteristics in training and tactical application. At this moment, it is also on high alert, waiting for the order to rush to the battlefield.

The 45th Infantry Division was highly disciplined, and every movement was crisp and effective.

Carrying the expectations of the empire, they will write their own chapter on the Chinese battlefield.

The 1st Cavalry Division, although it is called a cavalry division, actually does not have a single horse. It is a completely mechanized unit.

This unit is considered the elite of the Russian Manrek Army. Its advanced armored vehicles and powerful firepower make it a powerful force on the battlefield.

Their existence is just what Lao Li wants to "target the elite."

The 1st Marine Division is known for its tenacious fighting style and outstanding amphibious combat capabilities.

The soldiers' muscles bulged, their eyes were cold and resolute, ready to show their prowess on Chinese soil.

The 3rd Infantry Division, with its neat and orderly ranks, exudes a calm and powerful aura.

They have accumulated rich experience in previous battles and will now embark on a new journey with this experience.

The 7th Infantry Division is full of fighting passion, and its weapons are flashing with cold light.

They were eager to prove their strength on the new battlefield and make great military achievements for the empire.

The 101st Airborne Division is like an eagle in the sky ready to pounce on its prey at any time.

They have strong airborne combat capabilities and can appear in unexpected places of the enemy at critical moments and deliver a fatal blow.

An infantry division in Omanrek usually has more than a thousand artillery pieces, with an average of one artillery piece for every dozen people, which shows how powerful its firepower is.

These troops, with their fangs bared, are about to embark on a journey to China. A more violent storm is quietly brewing over the land of China.

Omanrek's commander was also changed.

Durres was deemed "not good at large-scale troop operations" and was transferred to the position of Chief of Staff of the Allied Forces, and Jesbon became Deputy Chief of Staff.

The commander-in-chief was replaced by a Sir named Mike, known as Mike Sir.

With the massive increase in Russian troops, it officially marked that Russian troops moved from behind the scenes to the front stage on the Chinese battlefield.