In the apocalypse, I hoarded goods and handed over my storage space to the government.

"The main problem is that there are quite a few second-tier ones in the middle."

Chen Changfeng's face turned ashen. He pulled a stack of photos from the folder and slammed them on the table.

The photos were taken in a very tragic way.

Mutant golden eagles with wingspans exceeding five meters swarmed in, covering the sky.

Several 35mm anti-aircraft guns were twisted into pretzels, and the shields were covered with shocking scratch marks.

Shell casings were scattered all over the ground, along with several bodies torn to pieces.

The most startling thing is a close-up.

A dead, mutated golden eagle, with an unexploded 35mm high-explosive shell stuck in its wing.

Although the bullet was embedded in the flesh, it was somehow stuck by the metallic-looking feathers and couldn't penetrate completely.

"The feathers of these beasts have become completely metallic."

Pointing to the photo, Chen Changfeng said, "The fuses of conventional high-explosive shells are extremely sensitive, but this feather is too hard and too slippery. Many shells ricochet off when they hit it, or explode outside the shell."

"What's even more deadly is their speed and agility."

"The radar couldn't detect them, and the fire control system couldn't lock them in. The anti-aircraft artillery regiment fired more than 5,000 shells, and the gun barrels were red-hot, but they only managed to shoot down about 20 of them. The rest all got away."

"Five thousand shells for twenty-odd birds..."

Wang Tao, listening from the side, clicked his tongue in disbelief. "If this war is fought like this, even if we have a lot of resources, they will be completely drained."

This is the current predicament.

It's not that the firepower isn't strong enough, it's that we can't hit them.

Using a cannon to kill a mosquito is like trying to use your strength against a mosquito—it's futile.

"The air defense pressure in the Qinling Mountains is very high right now."

Chen Changfeng said in a deep voice, "Moreover, these flying bird flocks all move in groups."

The smallest clusters have at least fifty members, and the frequency of attacks has been increasing recently.

The Qinling Mountains are the dragon vein of our Great Xia Dynasty and a crucial node in the Underground Great Wall project; their loss is absolutely unacceptable.

He looked at Wu Jiayong with intense gaze.

"Old Wu, I don't care how many Crystal Core Radars you have right now, or whether they're still in the debugging phase."

I want them on the Qinling battlefield immediately!

Wu Jiayong took a deep breath, his face showing no sign of distress, but rather a fierce determination.

After a lifetime of working on radar, they ended up being bullied by a flock of birds. No one can swallow this insult.

"Reporting to the Commander! Five units have been successfully debugged and are now operating stably."

Wu Jiayong raised his hand and said, "They're all in my lab now, ready to be taken out and loaded onto a truck anytime."

"Wutai..."

Chen Changfeng pondered for a moment, then stared intently at the location of the Qinling Mountains on the map.

"Covering a 200-kilometer defense zone around the main Qinling base is barely enough."

Without any hesitation, he waved his hand and decisively issued the order.

"Pass on my order! Air Force transport squadron, take off immediately!"

"All five crystal core radars, along with the technical support team, have been airlifted to the Qinling base!"

"Tell the garrison commander over there in the Qinling Mountains that I've sent him the eyes, so don't bother me with any firepower coverage."

Aim carefully and shoot. Whoever misses will have to write a self-criticism!

If those birds poop and pee on his head again, he'll twist his own head off and use it as a ball!

"yes!"

The communications officer answered loudly and turned to rush towards the communications room.

The atmosphere in the conference room instantly turned tense.

Everyone knew that this was not just an equipment relocation, but a major test.

Whether it's a mule or a horse, we'll have to put it to the test on the battlefield.

……

Ten minutes later.

The underground helipad at Kunlun Base.

The massive hydraulic lift slowly rose.

Five uniquely designed radar vehicles were pushed onto the runway.

"Ugh!"

The Y-20 heavy transport aircraft has started its engines, and the huge roar is enough to make people's heads tremble.

Wu Jiayong stood by the runway, holding a tablet computer, giving final instructions to the accompanying technical staff.

"Is this our first real counterattack against the sky?" Chen Changfeng asked.

"It can only be considered a defensive maneuver."

Su Ran stood beside him, watching the plane taxi, take off, and finally disappear into the leaden-gray clouds.

"The real counterattack will have to wait until the 'Luan Bird' takes flight. However..."

Su Ran changed the subject, a smile playing on her lips.

"With these radars, the good days for those hairy beasts in the Qinling Mountains are over."

……

Qinling Mountains, Great Wall Base, No. 1 Air Defense Position.

This place has just experienced a devastating air raid.

The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder and burning.

"Pooh."

Zhao Gang, the brigade commander of the air defense brigade, spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva and stomped out the cigarette he had just taken two puffs of.

His face, blackened by smoke and fire, was etched with exhaustion and irritability.

There was a thick layer of 35mm cartridge cases underfoot, which made a crunching sound when you stepped on them.

"Brigadier, the count is complete."

The adjutant came running over, his voice hoarse, his steps uneven.

"In that last wave, we suffered forty-two casualties, destroyed two radar units, and had one anti-aircraft gun explode. As for the results..."

The adjutant paused, then gritted his teeth and announced the frustrating number: "Confirmed to have shot down nine mutated golden eagles."

Nine?!

Zhao Gang's eyes widened instantly, veins bulged on his neck, and he roared loudly.

"I fired over three thousand shells! And you're telling me I only shot down nine?!"

The adjutant didn't dodge, but roared with red eyes, "Those beasts are too fast! Our fire control radar can't lock on them at all!"

As soon as the cannon fire starts, they perform supersonic maneuvers, and the shells just chase after them and get their ashes!

"Even if you hit it by chance, unless it's a direct hit to a vital organ, those metal feathers will block all the shrapnel!"

Zhao Gang's hand loosened weakly.

He knew the adjutant was telling the truth.

This battle was fought in a very humiliating way.

They used to be the kings of the land, their anti-aircraft missiles could hit any target they wanted.

Now?

They were like swatting flies with a stick, being pissed on by a bunch of hairy beasts, yet they couldn't do anything about it.

"Ugh!"

The clouds were violently torn apart.

Zhao Gang suddenly looked up.

A Y-20 heavy transport aircraft, painted in dark gray, escorted by four J-20S fighters, pierced through the lead-gray cumulonimbus clouds and swooped down toward the base runway.

"They're here! It's a transport plane from Kunlun Base."

The gloom in Zhao Gang's eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a glimmer of hope.

"The support they mentioned has arrived! Quick! Take some people to pick them up at the airport!"