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Chapter 195: The Smoke Printer and an Air Defense Weapon! I need to place new orders (please subscribe)

While Prince Abdul was still complaining that this thing had no practical use and that thing was so-so, the operation affecting the two regions had already begun.

Iburg, the underground strategic command center.

Amidst the piercing alarm, countless Barba sheep combatants gathered.

The tense, almost frozen atmosphere in the air grew even stronger.

An intelligence officer from the Barba Sheep strode up to Commander General Tariq, his voice trembling slightly with urgency.

"Sir, we've confirmed the new movements of the southern border troops. Our old adversary has once again begun a large-scale troop buildup operation after mobilizing his forces these past few days!"

"Damn bastards, these guys are just looking for trouble!" Taric's face was filled with worry and anger. "Did the higher-ups authorize an operation?"

"Defense has been authorized!"

"That's good!" Taric breathed a sigh of relief.

Urgent intelligence reports poured into the command center like snowflakes, making everyone's hearts leap into their throats.

There have been ongoing frictions along the border in recent days.

That neighbor next door, who calls himself the "Land of Immortals," has somehow gone mad. Thinking himself so powerful, he brazenly played the trick of storing water first and then releasing it upstream.

That sudden man-made flood was extremely serious in nature.

This was almost tantamount to an undeclared war, and such actions caused heavy losses to the downstream regions of Baba Sheep.

Since then, in just a few days, tensions between the two sides have escalated rapidly, with each side reinforcing their troops on the border, and the situation has become extremely tense.

Now, the other side is actually turning the tables, blaming them for the problem, and then launching a probing ground attack in the dead of night.

Taric's face was so dark it could drip water. He stared at the huge electronic sand table, where the red arrows representing the enemy were like sharp knives, slowly piercing into his own defensive zone.

Barba sheep's army has always been known for its elite troops, tenacious fighting spirit, and individual soldier skills far surpassing those of its southern neighbors.

However, its drawbacks are equally fatal.

With a small territory and a lack of strategic depth, coupled with the fact that most of the country's wealth is controlled by a few large families, military spending has been consistently tight.

This also dictates that they can only wage short-term, high-intensity conflicts. Once they get bogged down in a protracted war of attrition, their national finances will be the first to collapse.

Therefore, they would never want to escalate the situation unless absolutely necessary.

"Continue to contact their commander. We need to maintain peace as much as possible!"

Although they received funding from a wealthy patron, they suddenly gained a lot of equipment.

But family members know their own affairs.

The financial backers provided the equipment, but they didn't provide the more crucial logistical support, maintenance, or ammunition replenishment.

As is well known, manufacturing individual firearms is much easier than manufacturing ammunition.

Compared to individual firearms that can be used for a long time after they are manufactured, ammunition is clearly the major expense of military expenditure.

Many military units can procure ammunition, but there is a severe shortage of ammunition for actual combat training.

Some people might think, what's the point of training? Only through real combat can soldiers be trained quickly.

But here you need to see how you distinguish them.

The battlefield can indeed hone soldiers' combat skills and willpower. However, insufficient training can severely impact soldiers' combat effectiveness.

For example, during World War II, although the individual combat effectiveness of Eagle soldiers was not good, they relied entirely on ammunition.

But can you deny that the opponent's overall combat strength is weak?

At any time, it is necessary to consider both sides.

The Barba sheep acquired a lot of castrated secondhand equipment, but they couldn't get enough cheap ammunition.

This is actually a common tactic in the trade of military supplies.

They sell their own weapons systems and then make money each year from the ammunition they produce, a steady stream of income.

While ordering his troops to be on high alert, Tarik also communicated with the Kingdom of Gods.

Unfortunately, the hope for peace naturally failed.

More than an hour had passed, and the troops had already seen the soldiers from the Immortal Kingdom advancing and were about to make contact with their own forces.

"Commander, please give the order!"

An officer at a communications station suddenly stood up.

"Sir! Frontline observation post reports that their ground troops have crossed the ceasefire line! It's an armored vanguard led by T-72 main battle tanks!"

"Fuck! These crazy bastards are going to beat us up again for those damn votes!"

"Sir..."

Conflicts are never determined by the will of any individual.

"Notify the frontline troops and authorize them to open fire!" Tariq's voice was cold and resolute. "Furthermore, inform them one last time via plaintext that their actions are tantamount to war! They will pay an unbearable price for it!"

"Yes!"

When the message reached the front-line command of the Immortal Kingdom, the commander of the Immortal Kingdom listened to the ultimatum coming from the communicator and burst into exaggerated laughter.

"Haha, an unbearable price? What a joke! It's just a cone of curry! Let the troops keep pushing forward, let our Rafale fighters get through, annihilate all their weapons, and ignore their taunts!"

His advisor hesitated, "General, what if..."

"What? Are you worried they'll drop weapons of truth on us?" The commander of the Divine Kingdom waved his hand dismissively. "Don't worry, I've studied them. Their ammunition stockpile is emptier than my wine cabinet, and their military budget is even smaller! They simply can't afford to fight. This operation is just to show the scum back home our resolve."

"Sir, but the other party recently received some second-hand equipment from the neighbor next door!"

"What are you afraid of? Those equipment are all second-hand from the East, and their performance has been downgraded! You should know that the equipment from the East is extremely rubbish, not even one ten-thousandth as good as ours!"

"And what about us? Our equipment is brand new, from the West! It's top-of-the-line, very powerful. Our Western equipment is the most advanced. We have the advantage against them!"

Speaking of this, the commander took a puff of his curry-flavored cigar.

"This time, let our Barat thunderstorm blow away those damned traitors!"

The Immortal Kingdom is currently facing numerous internal and external problems.

The old gods and their loyal allies desperately need a small external victory to divert attention.

Moreover, during this period, the former colonial powers have generously provided a lot of good things with technology, and they have also promised more industrial and technological assistance.

The current "Immortal Kingdom" has acquired countless resources through oil reselling, deception, fraud, and plunder.

Now, all of this is becoming increasingly difficult to earn money due to pressure from their colonial powers.

The commissioners are now complaining to their old gods.

It's not easy for them to make money now.

This is bad!

And now, the promises of the suzerain state have been restored to them.

The advantage is in my hands, Daxing Balat!

As long as they can gain an advantage in this conflict, they can get everything they've ever dreamed of.

Moreover, their think tanks have conducted countless simulations.

They came to only one conclusion—Baba Sheep wouldn't dare to escalate the situation.

So all they need to do is win a resounding victory, gain some advantages... no, gain countless advantages, and even completely conquer Kmir.

Even if it's a minor victory and a loss of some equipment, we can still encourage Commissioner Singh to report more data to increase GDP for the coming year.

When the time is right, they can continue to eat it every now and then!

Perfect tactics!
A perfect choice.

As for the recent intelligence findings that they had purchased a batch of second-hand castration equipment with funding from a major desert dog breeder, they didn't care at all.

New equipment requires time to adapt to, and it also requires highly qualified personnel.

If they were fighting against Easterners, they would definitely have many concerns, but against an old adversary who is many times weaker... it doesn't matter!
"Let's push forward a bit. This time, let our brave soldiers take over more territory. Even if we lose some equipment, it doesn't matter."

The commander leaned back in his chair, smugly instructing his subordinates: "If the enemy is too easy to handle, we'll continue our advance! We'll reclaim our Kmir!"

"Even if we fail, Singh will exaggerate the damage in his private reports, and next year's military budget will increase again. Once the storm passes, we can continue to benefit from both sides. It's perfect!"

However, what he didn't know was just how powerful the secondhand equipment his seemingly weak opponent had purchased was.

Just as the vanguard of the Immortal Kingdom's tank force swaggered across the valley.

At the front lines of the Barba sheep, several soldiers were lying prone in front of a set of unassuming, camouflaged equipment.

The thing looked like a few thick pipes welded to a tripod, wrapped in tattered camouflage netting. It looked more like a surveying instrument from a construction team than a high-tech weapon.

This is the second-hand anti-tank missile that Prince Abdul acquired through the Desert Dogs' major channels, at a price that was practically given away for free.

The core satellite communication data link, as well as some enemy-or-friend identification modules and information communication modules, have long been completely dismantled for the sake of secrecy and cannot be integrated into the entire battlefield information system.

Without coordinated operations, the combat effectiveness of these portable missiles has been significantly reduced!

But it's enough to deal with this kind of reckless, headstrong man.

A young Barbayan officer with chapped lips stared intently at dozens of bright dots slowly moving across the thermal imaging screen, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

There are at least a thousand people!
They only had one company of soldiers!

A tenfold difference, Alexander.

Fortunately, they had secondhand weapons sponsored by a wealthy dog ​​breeder.

"Sir, the order has come down: stop the enemy!"

There was a barely perceptible tremor in his voice.

I felt both excited and nervous.

"Sir, the commander has authorized full-scale fire!" A seasoned sergeant major, without looking up, his dark fingers flying across the control panel covered in foreign languages ​​and translation stickers, said, "But we're short on ammunition! Should we just chop off their protruding heads first?"

"Okay, let's ambush and take out the head and tail first, and see how good they are."

Upon receiving the order, all departments sprang into action.

A bespectacled Baba Sheep warrior, while fiddling with his equipment, complained, "These things from the East are such a hassle. The instruction manuals are all in Chinese characters! I have to go through them word by word..."

After a flurry of activity...

"Guys, have you locked onto the lead car?"

"Locked."

What about the tail?

"It's an troop transport vehicle, and we've locked onto it."

The young officer watched as the sergeant major calmly and methodically placed death markers on the heads of the enemy soldiers, like a butcher cutting meat. His tension vanished, replaced by a feverish excitement at the prospect of witnessing history.

"By the pearl above, send them on their way!"

The next second, in the silent night, more than a dozen muffled popping sounds rang out, and several slender flames, trailing faint smoke, silently rushed towards the steel torrent in the valley in an eerie arc.

In the tank column of the Immortal Kingdom that was advancing at full speed, the commander of the leading T-72 tank was humming a little tune, calculating how many merits he could get when he returned this time.

"Everyone, stay alert! Our old enemy's Hill 303 is just ahead. If we lead the infantry to take it, we'll be the ones who achieve the greatest success!"

"Don't worry, Master! That poor bastard over there probably doesn't even know we're here yet!"

Before he could finish speaking, a piercing alarm suddenly blared inside the car.

Before the train conductor could react, he felt a chill on the top of his head.

Then, the whole world was swallowed by light.

boom!
The turret of the lead T-72 was as if it had been violently ripped open by an invisible giant hand. The steel structure, weighing more than ten tons, spun and flew dozens of meters into the air before crashing down heavily.

Immediately afterwards, the ammunition inside the vehicle exploded in a terrifying secondary explosion, and a huge fireball expanded with a roar, the shockwave snapping the surrounding trees in half.

The classic performance of Soviet tanks – the flying head spinning dance.

Before the vehicles behind could even react, something happened.

"puff!"

Another burst of fire descended from the sky, precisely striking the hull of the second tank.

"Boom!"

The third one, the fourth one...

The valley instantly transformed into a living hell.

Tanks and armored vehicles were turned into burning tin cans amidst the terrified screams of the soldiers from the Immortal Kingdom.

The metal twisted and melted under the high temperature. Some of the metal was not yet attacked. The soldiers in the armored vehicles cried out as they climbed out of the vehicles, only to be torn to pieces by the explosions of the anti-tank weapons that followed.

Then, the morale of the soldiers from the Immortal Kingdom, who had just been singing, collapsed, and they began to scatter in all directions.

The soldiers of Baba Sheep were stunned to see their glorious victory, with some tank crews even disregarding their comrades and directly crushing their way back.

"Are these guys crazy?"

"No, they're not crazy, they're scared!" Commander Baba Yang, who was directing the ambush, showed excitement on his face. "Fight back, fight them all back, take out the enemy commander, then gather the troops. This time, we'll try to capture them!"

"The enemy has over a thousand people, while we have less than a hundred."

"No, the other side is just a sheep running in panic!"

Meanwhile, at the front-line command post of the Immortal Kingdom.

The commander was leisurely waiting for news of victory from the front lines, a steaming cup of Assam milk tea in his hand.

He even wondered if he should have the logistics department send over a few cases of whisky purchased from overseas to celebrate once he captured those high grounds.

His staff officer flattered him, saying, "General, our front is advancing very smoothly. I estimate that the enemy commander is already preparing to write a surrender document."

"Haha, that depends on whether I accept it or not!" Singh laughed.

Suddenly, a heart-wrenching scream erupted from the communicator, drowning out all the other noise.

"Command post! Command post! We're under attack! It's an ambush!"

Singh's smile froze, and he slammed the milk tea down on the table: "Report your situation! Where are the enemy's firing positions?!"

"I don't know! I don't know anything! From the sky! It was shot down from the sky! Our armor was like paper! Ah—"

After the piercing crackling of electricity, communication was completely cut off.

Inside the command post, there was an eerie silence.

The staff officer who had just been praising them was now deathly pale, his mouth agape enough to fit an egg.

Singh's hand, holding the milk tea, froze in mid-air, and the smile on his face turned into a comical expression.

"Report! All signals from the first company of T-72 have been lost!"

"Report! The 2nd Armored Infantry Company has also lost contact!"

"Our offensive was thwarted by the enemy..."

One piece of bad news after another struck the hearts of everyone in the command center like a heavy hammer.

The commander's face turned from white to green, then from green to black, as if a dye shop had been opened.

The pushover he had seen was now baring its fangs, sharper than anyone else's.

Are those second-hand equipment purchased from the East really that powerful?
The commander trembled with fear at the thought of the horrific ordeal they might face if they failed!

Do not!
No!

We haven't lost yet!

The commander of the Immortal Kingdom swept the now-cold Assam milk tea onto the ground, splattering brown liquid mixed with ceramic shards all over the floor.

His chest heaved violently, and the muscles on his slightly overweight face, ravaged by a life of luxury, were twitching uncontrollably.

"Air Force! Where is my Air Force?!"

He roared at the communications officer, his voice distorted with anger.

"Where are our most advanced fighter jets? Get them airborne immediately! I'm going to burn those damned, despicable groundhogs who dared to ambush the Great Bharat forces out of their burrows!"

"General, our Rafale is still taking off..."

An aide rushed forward to report, carefully avoiding the mess on the ground.

"General, they will follow the predetermined route, flying at extremely low altitudes to breach the Babayang air defense network, and use weapons to strike their airfields and radar stations directly!"

"Very well!" The commander of the Divine Kingdom gritted his teeth, his bloodshot eyes making him look like an enraged bull. "Tell them to unleash their firepower! Revenge! I will make sure that the Barba sheep who started this war suffers the consequences!" "..."

Didn't they take the initiative?

Why did the Commander change his wording so quickly?

However, everyone present was intelligent, and no one dared to contradict the commander.

"Yes, sir!"

At the same time, the Immortal King Ace Flight Squadron, codenamed Wind God, was piloting twelve almost brand-new Rafale fighter jets, skimming the rugged mountain contours, conducting ultra-low-altitude penetration.

They are the elite of the elite, the ace of ace.

This was the first wave of attacks.

Destroy Barbayang's radar and air defense systems.

The task is arduous and extremely difficult.

But they were fearless!

Outside the cockpit, the dark mountain ridges swept past rapidly like the back of a giant beast, and the advanced avionics system projected a clear night-vision terrain map onto the screen.

Since we are still within our own country, we have not yet entered a state of radio silence.

"Captain, do you think that poor bastard next door will be so scared when he sees our Gustaunch attack that he'll wet his pants and forget to eject?" Wingman pilot Tie Niu joked in the encrypted channel.

A burst of laughter immediately filled the channel.

"Don't be careless," Captain Cobra's voice was calm and confident. "The Raptors they've purchased are quite powerful. We need to finish this quickly. Smash their eyes and ears fast, don't waste time on these small fry."

"Haha, we're sure we can annihilate them all!"

"Yes, what kind of evil dragon are they? Under our Shiva, they're all just mudskippers!"

"We've defeated the enemy this time, I'm going back to celebrate properly!"

Everyone chatted and laughed, then continued flying at extremely low altitude along the ridge to avoid the Baba sheep's radar attacks.

Aside from failing to maintain radio silence, they were generally acting strictly according to operational orders.

They were still within their own borders at that moment, and they still thought that Barbayang's radar system had not detected them.

They also did not believe that the enemy could attack them.

As they gradually approached the 150-kilometer border, their troops began to enter a state of radio silence to avoid potential enemy intelligence stations.

Just then, a warning came through their air communication channel from the Barbayang Air Force.

That was a warning to the air force of the Gods Kingdom not to fly towards their borders.

"Ha, they're really good at bluffing!"

Have we been discovered?

"They can't detect us. Our planes are flying so low, and their early warning aircraft are overrated and useless. Do they really think sending out these junk signals will work? We're not easily scared!"

"Fellow colleagues! Ignore them. Maintain radio silence. Once we've taken them out, we'll go back and collect our medals!"

"Understood, sir!"

Just then, a sharp alarm suddenly rang out in everyone's headphones without warning.

"Beep beep beep—Warning! Missile attack! Warning! Missile attack!"

The laughter on the channel abruptly stopped.

"what's the situation?"

"Is it a radar false alarm? I didn't see anything!"

Captain Cobra frowned and quickly scanned the radar screen, which was as clean as if it had been washed, with no lock signal whatsoever.

"Maintain formation, request early warning aircraft link for electronic warfare and evasive maneuvers! The enemy is guiding us in a way we don't know..."

Before he could finish speaking, another pilot exclaimed, "Godzilla! Godzilla is gone! He was just to my right!"

Captain Cobra suddenly turned his head and looked at the night sky to his right rear.

The place was empty; the pilot Godzilla had simply vanished into thin air.

On the IFF (Identification Friend or Foe) system, the green dot representing Godzilla also went out.

A chill ran from the captain's tailbone straight up to the top of his head.

This is not a drill, nor is it a false alarm.

"Godzilla! Respond if you hear me—"

"Godzilla?"

The group urgently called out, hoping to bring back their mysteriously missing companion.

Then, he saw a faint light in the sky.

"No, it's a missile!"

Before his desperate words could even finish, he saw his comrade's plane being hit.

Before the captain could even dodge, a tiny light suddenly burst forth outside the cockpit, instantly engulfing the entire field of vision.

There was no explosion, no shock, only a pure white that melted everything away.

Captain Cobra's consciousness was forever frozen in this blazing white light and pain.

The command center of the Immortal Kingdom.

The commander stared expectantly at the huge electronic map on the wall, where twelve dots representing the Rafale Squadron were advancing deep into enemy territory in a sharp arrow formation.

Suddenly, a point of light at the end of the arrow flickered and then went out.

The commander's heart skipped a beat.

Then, the second, the third...

It was as if someone was holding an eraser, erasing his ace airmen one by one from the map.

Within just a dozen seconds, seven of the twelve points of light went out!
The remaining five points of light scattered and fled in all directions, like headless flies.

But they hadn't gotten very far when all the signals disappeared!
The whole process took less than thirty seconds.

The command center was deathly silent.

The communications officer stared blankly at the screen, his mouth agape, as if he could fit a fist in it. The receiver slipped from his hand and fell to the ground with a crisp "thud".

"General..." His voice trembled violently, "Our air squadron's signals... all signals have disappeared..."

"Pfft."

The commander plopped back into his chair, his face, which had been filled with rage just moments before, now showing only dejection and bewilderment.

The tank unit was ambushed; he could say it was a sneak attack, a despicable act by the enemy.

But now, his most prized asset, the one he bought at a high price from France, has simply vanished without even meeting the enemy?

He wasn't fighting a bunch of poor bastards with outdated weapons.

He's fighting a ghost with overwhelming technology!
Are those guys really that powerful?

The commander abruptly stood up, gripping the table, and roared hysterically in a hoarse voice, "Connect...connect to command! Immediately! Right now!"

He was breathing heavily, his eyes a mixture of madness and fear.

"Tell them that the original plan for the liberation operation... is completely null and void!"

"Requesting...requesting fire support!"

Hundreds of kilometers away from here.

Behind the land of immortals.

"Report! Our elite troops have lost signal!"

"What do you mean by 'completely disappeared'?" The old immortal's white beard trembled as he listened to these words.

"They've evaporated, sir. Our gust signal has disappeared; they didn't even have time to send a distress signal."

The staff officer's voice was trembling with tears; he dared not look up into his superior's eyes.

"Our ground troops were also ambushed and suffered more than half their losses! How can the enemy be so strong? It's like they've become a completely different army!"

"A different army?"

The old immortal only remembered that the dog tycoon purchased some second-hand equipment and gave it to Baba Sheep.

Could it be that the neighbor's equipment caused Baba Sheep's combat power to skyrocket?

damn it!
They suffered such a huge loss, what should I do?

The thought of the terrible outcome made the old immortal feel dizzy, and he had to hold onto the huge command platform to keep from falling.

The ace air squadron was wiped out in an instant, and the elite ground forces were decimated. This is no longer a simple military defeat!
Once the news gets out that his initiative backfired, he'll be in serious trouble!
This operation resulted in a similarly dire situation as the one that occurred decades ago.

No, that can't be done.

We must get our revenge.

No matter the cost!

The thought that others internationally who had encouraged him would probably slap him in the face again, and that all the promises they had made would be broken because of their poor performance... made his chest heave violently, and the age spots on his face turned deep red from the blood rushing to his head.

Absolutely not!

We must win big, win spectacularly!

They won so many times they were numb!
"Retaliation! Retaliation immediately!" The old sage's roar echoed in the command center. "Drones! Don't we have countless drones? The cruise missiles we got from the big cat! The drones we assembled! Yes, smash our drones out of here!"

"But sir, we haven't figured out what weapons the enemy is using to attack us. If we act rashly..."

"I don't care!" The old sage slammed his fist on the table, making the cups vibrate. "I only want the spoils! I only want to see Barbadian territory ablaze! Immediately! Right now!"

"Yes, sir!"

The order was carried out without fail.

Half an hour later, several airports and secret launch sites near the front lines in the Immortal Kingdom became unusually noisy.

Thousands of drones of varying sizes were activated, their propellers humming in a death swarm.

The quality of these drones varied greatly. Some were assembled from parts sourced from the East and were specifically designed to hunt radar and prevent radiation attacks. Others were cruise missiles with robust bodies, developed using technology imported from the United States!
More often, however, are the inexpensive drones that have shone brightly in the two-cent war, jokingly referred to as "airborne motorcycles."

These cheap yet deadly weapons were unleashed into the night sky by the enraged commanders, forming a vast, raging torrent of steel revenge that swept deep into the heart of Baba Sheep's territory.

The old immortal prayed, anticipating the effect his attack would have.

At the same time, he was also feeling frustrated.

Why am I acting like nothing's wrong, yet causing trouble for Baba Sheep?

Thinking of this, he thought of the Easterners, those gentle and often weak Easterners.

"I didn't expect them to be so terrifying. If we fight them..." Thinking of this, the old immortal looked at the electronic map again.

"If we ever go to war with them, we must move the capital to the south again!"
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Iburg, an underground air-raid shelter.

The piercing air raid siren made Prince Abdul's heart clench.

He was so nervous that he drank milk tea and ate cloyingly sweet dates to hide his anxiety.

Because of Abdul's status as a financial backer, he was granted the privilege of observing battlefield intelligence in real time.

When he heard that thousands of flying targets had appeared on the radar and that the number of flying targets was increasing rapidly, he nervously swallowed.

"Are you sure you can defend against that? There are thousands of metal lumps flying in the sky! And cruise missiles too! They're still launching a saturation attack!"

The officer from Baba Sheep looked relaxed and handed him a pair of oddly shaped goggles, a composed smile on his face: "Your Highness, please trust the Eastern equipment you purchased with your funds. Especially those laser weapons! The show is about to begin."

"Those things I bought?" Abdul took the goggles with a suspicious look. "I've seen the power of those weapons. Tanks and various anti-tank missiles are powerful, but laser weapons are very weak. They take forever to shoot down a drone, so slow. Military weapons aren't those kinds of targets!"

"Your Highness, what you saw before was only low-powered! It's just what we wanted others to see." The officer smiled mysteriously. "The weapons you supplied us in the previous batch were far more powerful than you imagined. Wear it, and you will witness a magnificent fireworks display."

Abdul put on the goggles with some skepticism.

Almost simultaneously, a calm yet urgent report came through the headset from the air defense forces.

"High-threat target has entered the interception window, anti-aircraft missiles ready!"

"Roger, missile launch!"

In the night sky, dozens of fire dragons roared into the air, exploding into bright fireballs high in the clouds.

Those are traditional anti-aircraft missiles, intercepting the fastest and most threatening missiles from the Divine Kingdom.

Abdul was about to say, "Isn't this the same old thing?" when the officer next to him pointed in another direction.

"Your Highness, please look over there."

He looked in the direction of the finger and saw dozens of tiny orange-red beams of light, like divine swords of punishment, silently piercing the night.

The special lenses of the goggles compensated for the limitations of the human eye, clearly displaying the trajectory of the high-energy laser before his eyes.

The beams of light moved so fast that they defied his understanding. There was no explosion, no flight path; they simply lit up from one point and then, in less than a second, jumped to another.

A slow-moving motorcycle that had just evaded missile interception was swept by a beam of light for less than a second, destroying its front fuse and seeker, and turning into an out-of-control fireball that crashed to the ground.

Another anti-radiation drone, which was performing a serpentine maneuver, was struck by the beam of light. The entire drone seemed to be ignited like a piece of magnesium, bursting out with a blinding white light and disintegrating in mid-air.

In just a few dozen seconds, the low- and medium-speed targets in the sky were completely wiped out by these elusive beams of light.

Immediately afterwards, an even larger fleet of aircraft arrived.

"Buzzing—"

Even before the aerial scooter arrived, the unique, tractor-like engine sound grew louder as it approached.

Abdul felt a chill run down his spine. There were just too many of them, densely packed, like a swarm of moths drawn to a lamp.

However, the ground-based laser system simply switched modes.

The scalpel that was originally used for precise strikes instantly transformed into a curtain of light that swept across the sky.

Countless finer and denser laser pulses formed a net, heading towards the incoming swarm of drones.

If these things appeared on the battlefield between the two cats, they would definitely cause huge damage.

But this isn't the case; this is where large dog owners purchase secondhand protective equipment.

As laser weapons emerged and scattered drones gradually approached key locations, close-in weapon systems and dense anti-aircraft fire networks attacked!

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft pfft pfft!"

A strange rain of popcorn began to fall from the sky.

Those cheap drones didn't even have a chance to get close to the city before they were spotted one by one by lasers in mid-air.

The high temperature destroyed the circuit chip or directly detonated the internal warhead.

Clusters of fireworks appeared in the sky and then disappeared completely.

Hundreds of small aerial motorcycles were destroyed in less than three minutes.

The night sky returned to its deathly silence.

Abdul slowly removed his goggles, his hands trembling slightly.

He turned to look at the officer beside him, his voice hoarse.

"This...this is the second-hand laser weapon I bought before?"

“Yes, Your Highness.” The officer bowed, his tone slightly sarcastic. “Thank you for your generosity; they are well worth the price.”

Abdul forced a smile that looked more like a grimace, but his heart was bleeding.

damn it!
I shouldn't have been lazy back then.

Why was I so focused on pretending to be generous and magnanimous?
I thought the equipment I bought at a high price would be of mediocre performance, but who knew that the equipment sold to me by the Easterners would be so powerful?

Furthermore, how many times have the standard weapons used by people in the East been updated and iterated?

Abdul broke out in a sweat just thinking about it.

He suddenly grabbed the officer's shoulder: "You need to tell me the specifications of all that equipment! I want to place a new order!!!"

"A huge order!"

(End of this chapter)