The American-made MiG-28 jet fighter is actually just a joke that became reality; the Mikoyan Design Bureau that originally developed it has long since rolled over in its grave.
The same factory also produced the American-made Jian-8. To make money, the American Federation's aviation arms manufacturers are completely shameless.
Protesting is useless, the patent has long expired, and anyone can freely use it; you can't win a lawsuit.
The main customers for these high-quality counterfeit Li ghosts are powerful private military contractors; whether it's the original factory's model or not isn't important, as long as it can fly, fight, and comes with reliable quality and an affordable price, then it's settled.
Dragging the real Li Kuis out of the military museum might not even beat these copies.
But sovereign nations look down on these minor plays with big toys; their national treasure artifacts can only be crystal jets.
If it weren't for the difficulty in training qualified Sky Knights, any sovereign force would wish for nothing more than full crystal jet fleets with Sky Knights, holding multiple Sky Cavalry Orders, keeping watch and dominating over all.
Cough, um!
Demographics are what they are, take a good look at yourselves, thinking about a fully-staffed Sky Cavalry Order?
Wishful thinking! Wishful thinking!
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Aircrew Base 911 suddenly tapped into the "Genuine Fragrance" squadron's communication channel, signaling that the ground communication system and ground-based radar system had finally been repaired and were resuming normal operations—a piece of good news.
"Eight MiG-28s? They're after our lives!"
The fire control operator "Nutmeg" Salaman Francis in the backseat of aircraft 212 cried out angrily.
Not even facing the enemy's eighteen "Big Mouth Monsters" turboprop aircraft and one MiG jet fighter with "Genuine Fragrance" squadron's six "Big Mouth Monster" turboprops had made him lose his composure as much.
Fighting against similar turboprop aircraft and fighting against jet fighters are completely different stories.
Moreover, the "Big Mouth Monsters" turboprop aircraft that took off from Aircrew Base 909 mainly came for bombing purposes and didn't carry much air-to-air weaponry, which is why they were caught by the "Genuine Fragrance" squadron fully equipped with air-superiority ammunition and got severely beaten up.
"Really... shameless!"
Pilot "Scallion Oil" Babarro Big Bear of aircraft 216 couldn't help but curse.
He's usually a silent type; now even the stoic pilot was getting agitated. If you're brave enough, don't use jet fighters—come fight a duel with turboprop aircraft!
The odds were against them in numbers and in aircraft performance; the upcoming battle was going to be difficult. Even with a straight trade of one for one, the result would still be a loss.
"This is corporate warfare, they are not going to give us any breaks, if we want to survive, we have to beat them!"
The voice of executive manager Hanna Gagel joined in, as she noticed the change in the pilots' morale, with everyone shocked and angry, inevitably suffering a hit to their confidence.
But in the private military contractor business, there are no innocents.
The Apocalypse Defense Group isn't run by saints or philanthropists; they too have launched corporate wars, mercilessly causing heavy casualties and losses to their adversaries, pressing them to the brink of collapse.
The losers in a corporate war usually end up in one state, bankruptcy.
Under an overturned nest, there's no intact egg; those killed or wounded on the losing side, apart from insurance, couldn't even get a penny of war reparations, let alone the current month's salary and bonuses, and they'd have to risk their lives.
There are few fortunate ones who can rise from defeat; they are far and few between.
"Manager Hanna's right, there's no escape now, we must fight!"
Executive Manager: "..."
Chekhov Big Bear: "..."
"Devil Pepper" Irinei Rusios: "..."
Other pilots: "..."
Now everyone's numb, you sure have tough luck, to survive all that.
The word that came to everyone's mind was: Immortal Body.
Aside from Chen Fei, who else could take on the task of being the bait?
It was tailor-made for him, too fitting!
"Ahem! Little Chen, I can apply for a special bonus of 500,000 Star Yuan for you."
━━( ̄ー ̄*|||━━Hanna Gagel quickly touched on Chen Fei's G-spot.
If it's just about adding money, approved!
"Done!"
(# ̄~ ̄#) Chen Fei geared up instantly, ready to be bait, for birds die in pursuit of food, but man dies pursuing wealth.
"Devil Pepper" Irinei Rusios had prepared a bunch of arguments in her stomach to convince Chen Fei.
Now it seemed, none of them were needed.
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Basic Optical Observer Level 1, upgrade!
System: Ding! You can choose one of "Low Light Imaging," "Infrared Thermal Imaging," or "Full Spectrum Imaging."
Chen Fei was momentarily stunned, then without hesitation chose "Low Light Imaging."
Under the cover of night, Low Light Imaging was obviously the most appropriate choice.
-100 Energy Points!
Energy Points: 11/5000
Chen Fei, this wasteful guy, blew through all 300 energy points he had just gotten his hands on with no hesitation or second thoughts.
Basic Optical Observer Level 2 (300 energy points needed for Level 3)
The whole world immediately brightened, looking outside the cockpit, the night sky was almost indistinguishable from daytime.
Time to take a moment to stand with hands on hips, feeling quite capable.
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