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At the same time, the intelligence was reported to the Qindao Command Center, and there was another burst of joy in his voice.

Watching the blue ghost leave, Steven pulled off his breathing mask, revealing a distorted face.

But no matter how angry he was, he couldn't change the outcome.

"Third Squadron, mission accomplished, return home immediately."

The order was given and the planes in the air began to turn their noses.

But this time, the voices of those noisy bad boys who usually made noises in the communicator were gone.

This time, they were too embarrassed to say anything more.

"Command, Command, our unit is returning. The follow-up monitoring is in your hands."

Steven said, and hung up the communicator.

Now he just wanted to land quickly and then find a bar to hide in.

Command center!

Mossos was tired of standing, so he sat on a chair, wondering what to do after this.

Adjutant Peter completed his mission and walked aside, "Sir, the other party is gone."

Mossos nodded, "I know."

Adjutant Peter saw that everyone in the command center looked depressed and busy with their own affairs, so he whispered in Mossos's ear, "Sir, it has been handled."

Hearing this, Mossos nodded again, his expression still silent.

"Sir, we need to report to our superiors."

"Sir, please take a look at this."

Before Adjutant Peter could finish his words, the sergeant in charge of radar monitoring suddenly shouted loudly with an anxious look on his face.

Mossos didn't bother to pay any attention.

He already had a premonition that his time in this base was running out.

Peter quickly stepped forward and asked, "What's going on?"

"Sir, the other party did not turn around. They are still flying eastward."

The sergeant's words immediately caused a commotion in the silent command center. Some people quickly marked the flight path of the plane on the map, and then stood aside, looking at the map in surprise.

People around also gathered around.

Those who are able to enter the command center may have all kinds of small faults, such as laziness, lust, cleverness, and fattening themselves up like a pig.

But their professionalism should never be underestimated.

Because when doing these "private jobs", the first thing to do is to do the job at hand well.

Only by completing the task faster and better can you have enough time to do your "private work".

So, a group of staff officers followed the markings on the map eastward and soon looked at a place on a latitude line.

Fuso!

More importantly, the base there.

Thinking of this, everyone's eyes turned to the commander Mossos standing beside them.

Adjutant Peter ran over quickly and said in horror, "Sir, the enemy's next target is likely to be Edo."

"Sir, this matter must be reported as soon as possible. If it's delayed by one minute, we will all be court-martialed."

Mossos had already stood up from his seat and immediately ran towards his office.

In the base.

Charlie and his four companions finally figured out what had happened.

When they learned that it was Chinese fighter jets coming for reconnaissance, panic appeared on the faces of the five people again.

They knew about China's Baiju fighter jets and had also heard about the horror of the Blue Phantom.

But they don't think the other party dares to "act rashly", especially in front of the powerful United States. How dare they have the courage to come here?

Back in the room, the five of them gathered together, but the previous glory was gone.

Even though two of the ladies were in a hurry and their nakedness was exposed, they had no interest in continuing.

"Charlie, I think we should set off as soon as possible."

After a long while, Laura on the side tightened her clothes on her chest and spoke seriously.

The three people nearby nodded in agreement.

Charlie is not a fool and naturally understands the current situation.

China is no longer the China it used to be.

If you continue to treat it with the same old perspective, you will only be slapping yourself in the face.

Moreover, if they cannot resolve this incident well, the people behind the scenes will shift the conflict to them.

By then, the higher-ups will find new people to take over their jobs, and they will become the victims.

“We need to get there as quickly as possible and reach a consensus as quickly as possible.”

Charlie said through gritted teeth.

After hearing this, Laura's eyes showed a hint of appreciation.

The man in front of me is still capable.

At the very least, this judgment and decisiveness are enough for him to make a career.

"I'll find someone to arrange a flight right away."

“This time, we must succeed.”

After Charlie finished speaking, he didn't care about his messy clothes, and immediately walked to the side and picked up the phone.

In the command center, Mossos gently put down the phone, and the cold sweat on his forehead flowed down his ears and hit the hard bricks on the ground.

Just now, his call had just been connected, and before he could say a few words, he was scolded by his superior on the other end of the phone.

Obviously, the other party has received the message here.

Hearing the anger in the other party's tone, Mossos became more determined to leave.

Even going to the Middle East desert and eating sand is better than being here.

At least, it's farther away than here.

After waiting for the other party's anger to subside, Mossos finally got to the point.

Then

Then there was a curse on the other end of the line, and then the call was hung up.

Before hanging up, he clearly heard the other party's tone become irritable.

"Sir, Mr. Charlie from the delegation wants to go to the negotiation office as soon as possible. Let's arrange a plane to go there."

Adjutant Peter pushed open the door and walked in and said.

Mossos wiped the sweat off his face and snorted coldly after hearing the reason.

But thinking of the identities and backgrounds of these people, he waved his hand and said, "Arrange a plane to take them there."

"Yes sir."

The adjutant turned and left, closing the door.

Mossos lay on the chair with his head drooped, muttering, "I can't stay in this place anymore."

Japan, Edo.

The midday sun exudes strong penetrating power, scorching the earth below while also invisibly raising the temperature.

Heat waves were rising from the asphalt road, and passers-by looked hurried and walked quickly into the shops.

In the convenience store, the spots of light reflected from the glass curtain wall are as dazzling as broken diamonds, making people passing by stop in their tracks.

In the coffee shop, the charcoal-roasted coffee was being stirred little by little with a spoon, making a crisp sound from time to time.

On the construction site, a group of workers in simple clothes are busy. The heat cannot stop them from earning money to support their families.

With the end of the epidemic and the recovery of the economy, people began to forget their grief and stand up again.

The city once again embarked on the track of development and grew rapidly with the wind from the east.

At the foot of Mount Fuji, on both sides of the flowing river, the cherry trees have shed their crimson clouds, and their tender leaves are turning up their silvery-white backs in the wind.

Groups of girls in sailor uniforms rode their bicycles past the embankment, laughing and playing. The buckles of the guitar cases on the back seats made slight noises as the bicycles were bumped against the ground, and the ends of their hair were covered with wisteria petals that had floated in from the wall of some house.

Some people even packed their lunch boxes and lay down next to their loved ones, enjoying a moment of peace.

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Garrison base.

There was a roar from the command center, followed by a sharp voice on the communication broadcast.

"All personnel enter level one alert."

"Repeat, all personnel enter level one alert!"

In an instant, the entire base responded quickly.

At the airport, various reconnaissance planes and fighter jets were all on standby for takeoff.

Further away, missile launchers were entering combat mode.

Then, radio waves spread in all directions.

In the command center, Commander Ray Bruce sat on the sofa, crossing his legs, his hands crossed, and looking calm.

Anger will only make people lose their reason.

As a commander, what you need most is reason.

Although he was angry that the other party dared to provoke him.

But he will never underestimate the other party.

"Sir, this is our information about each other."

Beside him, Chief of Staff Cotnaro and two staff officers stepped forward quickly and handed over a document.

Bruce picked up the document and glanced at it casually. He had already memorized the data about the aircraft recorded on it.

"Did you find anything?"

Cotnaro nodded, then said seriously, "Sir, we have studied the other side's aircraft and collected a lot of intelligence during this period."

"According to experts, the range of this aircraft will never exceed 1,500 kilometers."

"Even with the auxiliary fuel tanks, the range is less than 1,700 kilometers, not to mention that the enemy has stayed there for a while."

"At this distance, if the other party simply wants to die, there is nothing to say."

Commander Bruce liked Cotnaro's analysis very much and appreciated his judgment.

"Then guess, will the other party come?"

Bruce asked calmly as he lowered his crossed legs.

Cotnaro shook his head. “I don’t know. It’s hard to judge.”

"You know, those people are often capable of doing things beyond 'reasonable'. Just like in that war back then, you never knew how many people were left on the other side's position."

Bruce nodded silently.

They were a group of warriors with faith. They would do anything for their motherland and honor, even if it meant sacrificing their lives for it.

"Order all departments to keep a close watch, especially on the coastline."

"Once you discover something, report it immediately."

Bruce barked out orders.

According to Mossos's previous report, the opponent's flying speed should have reached Mach 3.

The straight-line distance between Mossos and them is only more than 1,200 kilometers.

In other words, it only takes about twenty minutes to fly here.

Of course, the other party sets off quickly, so twenty minutes is just a conservative estimate. It may even take only ten minutes to fly over.

"Order the Japanese again, and have their people maintain order, not panic, and not cause riots."

"Also, tell the country that this is a provocation to the dignity of the United States."

Cotnaro nodded and walked away quickly.

At this time, planes were circling above the entire base, as if they had a mission.

The situation around Edo did not make a fuss when seeing this scene.

When these planes flew over that year, they struck fear into the remaining people.

So the appearance of so many planes at this time reminded the survivors here of the tragic scene deep in their memories.

But this kind of memory can only continue to be buried deep.

At the foot of Mount Fuji.

There were groups of three or five girls, wearing beautiful kimonos and talking and laughing.

Not far away, girls in sailor uniforms were rehearsing a song and dance, attracting quite a few spectators.

Under the cherry trees, women who had finished their meals began to pack up their lunch boxes. A group of old men lay under the trees, looking at the blue sky, enjoying the warmth of the sun and the harmony of their family to calm their restless hearts.

"Nani, why are there so many planes?"

The person lying under the tree suddenly saw planes flying high and low, and he couldn't help but become suspicious.

I turned my head and looked at the person next to me, and found that he also had a curious expression.

Normally, there wouldn't be so many United States planes.

"Look, there's an eagle over there. It's an eagle."

Suddenly someone pointed in the west towards Mount Fuji, and an eagle was gliding in the snow-white sky visible to the naked eye.

The people who were disturbed immediately turned around to look. Many girls in kimonos and with bows on their backs saw this and immediately clasped their hands in front of their chests, lowered their heads reverently, and muttered something.

When others saw this, they also looked excited.

"Is that an eagle?"

Some people were skeptical, but were quickly led astray by the people around them.

"The eagle is the symbol of courage for our Dahe people!"

"Yes, long live the heroic river people!"

Suddenly someone knelt down and started shouting "Long live the emperor".

Many people around heard it and responded, and for a moment the calls from the foot of Mount Fuji gradually became unified and uniform.

At the same time, the 'eagle' in the sky began to contact the rear.

"Island Island, I'm Sea Eagle!"

"Island Island, I am the Sea Eagle! I have reached Mount Fuji."