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Under the leadership of Jiang Chaoyang, the group came to the deck on the side of the island.

The roar of the "Haidongqing" fighter's engine was deafening.

Wu Dazong and his party stood on the observation platform on the side of the island, watching the silver steel giant birds being sent into the blue sky one after another by steam catapults.

"Wow... so fast!" A South Vietnamese monkey general stammered, "This takeoff speed is much faster than the A4 Skyhawk fighter..."

"Is it just fast?"

Hearing this, Jiang Chaoyang raised a barely perceptible smile.

Five or six "Saker Falcon" planes circled in the air, their silver fuselages flashing a heart-pounding cold light in the sunlight.

Suddenly, as if they received some signal, they quickly formed a perfect wedge formation.

“Watch it.”

There was a subtle hint of teasing in Jiang Chaoyang's voice.

"This is our low-altitude penetration drill."

Before he finished speaking, the wedge formation suddenly dived down and passed over the aircraft carrier at an ultra-low altitude of less than 100 meters.

The huge sonic boom shook the deck, and the violent airflow created whirlwinds.

"Ah!" Wu Dazong staggered and almost fell.

The generals of the Monkey Kingdom of Nanyue around him were even more frightened. Some of them were trembling while holding the railings, and some were squatting on the ground and covering their ears.

Others hugged their companions tightly, like a drowning person holding on to a life-saving straw.

"This...this is too scary!" A South Vietnamese Monkey Navy captain's face turned pale and his voice trembled. "They are flying too low!"

Jiang Chaoyang smiled and patted his shoulder.

"What's that? In actual combat, our pilots can penetrate at an ultra-low altitude of fifty meters."

"At this altitude, your radar can't detect it at all."

These words made the faces of the South Vietnamese Monkey Country officers even uglier.

They were all soldiers and knew very well what this meant - at this altitude, by the time they discovered the "Saker Falcon", the bomb would probably have been dropped on their heads.

After passing the aircraft carrier, the "Saker Falcon" formation suddenly executed various maneuvers. Some climbed vertically, some turned sharply, and some even performed dazzling bank rolls. Each movement was crisp and smooth, demonstrating their exceptional maneuverability.

"No... Impossible!" A South Vietnamese Air Force colonel widened his eyes. "How can a fighter of this weight have such good maneuverability?"

Wu Dazong was speechless.

His hands holding the railing were shaking slightly, and cold sweat kept dripping down his forehead.

As the head of state, he knew better than anyone what this meant - if Longguo really wanted to take action, these "Saker Falcons" would only need a few minutes to raze Xigong to the ground.

"What do you think of our drill?" Jiang Chaoyang asked with a smile, "Do you want to do it again?"

"No... no need!" the South Vietnamese Monkey Country officers said in unison.

There was undisguised fear in their voices.

Some people even subconsciously took a few steps back, as if trying to avoid those terrifying giant steel birds.

A young South Vietnamese Monkey Kingdom officer could not bear the pressure and suddenly vomited while holding the railing.

His companions were frantically trying to help him calm down, but their own hands were shaking.

Wu Dazong felt dizzy when he saw this scene.

He suddenly realized how foolish he had been before - he actually wanted to confront such a powerful country that mastered cutting-edge military technology.

Those "Saker Falcon" fighters were like messengers of death, silently telling him that in the face of absolute strength, all resistance was futile.

Above their heads, the "Saker Falcon" formation was still performing various difficult tactical maneuvers.

The roar of the engine was like a death knell, constantly striking the fragile nerves of these South Vietnamese monkey officers.

They knew that from today on, whenever they heard the roar of an airplane, they would think of this unforgettable scene.

"Now, please enjoy our 'Saker Falcon's' firepower strike demonstration."

However, after performing the ultra-low-altitude penetration, Jiang Chaoyang had no intention of letting them go.

His voice remained calm, but there was a meaningful smile on the corner of his mouth.

The "Saker Falcon" fighter jets in the wedge formation suddenly dispersed, drawing graceful arcs in the air.

Under their bellies are neatly mounted rocket launchers.

Each fighter plane carried at least twenty rockets, and the black warheads shone with a frightening cold light in the sunlight.

Jiang Chaoyang pointed to the abrupt rock not far away.

"If I remember correctly, the reefs formed by this coral rock are as hard as reinforced concrete."

Before he finished speaking, the leading "Saker Falcon" had already begun to dive.

The rocket whizzed out from under the wing, dragging a long trail of fire straight towards the target.

The precision guidance system ensures that every rocket can accurately hit the designated location.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The continuous explosions were deafening.

Orange-red fireballs bloomed one after another on the islands and reefs, and huge waves caused by the shock wave hit the hull of the aircraft carrier.

Thick smoke and debris flew in the air, obscuring everyone's vision.

The second and third "Saker Falcon" followed closely behind.

More rockets rained down, explosions rang out one after another, and the flames dyed the sky orange.

"Oh my god..." A general from the Monkey Kingdom of South Vietnam widened his eyes, his voice trembling, "This... this firepower is too strong!"

The smoke gradually dissipated.

When people's vision became clear again, everyone gasped - the island reef that was more than ten meters high had completely disappeared.

All that remained on the sea were rolling waves and scattered floating pebbles.

"This is impossible!" a South Vietnamese naval officer cried out, "Even the Eagle fighter jets don't have such strong firepower!"

Jiang Chaoyang smiled and shook his head: "This is just a routine firepower demonstration of our 'Saker Falcon'."

"If it were replaced with heavy aerial bombs or anti-ship missiles, its power would be even greater."

Wu Dazong was speechless.

His legs were shaking and cold sweat kept dripping down his forehead.

As a soldier, he knew very well what this meant - just five or six fighter jets could raze a solid island to the ground in a few minutes.

If these rockets were aimed at warships or cities...

"What do you think of our demonstration?" Jiang Chaoyang looked around, his eyes sweeping across the horrified faces of every South Vietnamese Monkey Country officer. "Do you want to find another target to continue?"

"No... no need!" the South Vietnamese Monkey Country officers said in unison.

There was undisguised fear in their voices.

Some people even subconsciously took a few steps back, as if the "Saker Falcon" circling in the air would aim rockets at them at any time.

Above their heads, the "Haidoqing" formation, which had completed the exercise, was regrouping.

The silver fuselage gleamed in the sunlight, like a group of well-fed birds of prey, leisurely patrolling over their hunting grounds.

They had just demonstrated to these South Vietnamese monkey officers in the most direct way what real modern aerial firepower was...