I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property-Chapter 477 - 475: What Are Those Trash Still Doing Here?

"General, should we intercept? The enemy is nearing our defense area, and if we don't intercept now, we will be completely wiped out once they attack!"

Upon hearing this news, the expressions on Aver's face shifted constantly—the risks were just too great! If this was a premeditated attack and he let the enemy in, he would become the sinner of the entire nation!

"Have we sent a communication request to them?"

"There's been no response from them at all!"

"This..." Aver found himself in a dilemma. If the other party really were delivering equipment, they could simply tell him! This forced him to doubt their origins and motives.

"General, that message on the communication frequency came again!"

"Quick! Connect!" Aver was like a man reprieved.

"General Aver, it's me; my people should have already delivered the stuff to you!" Zhang Menglong said.

"This... Sir, is that squadron of 500 fighters and 800 transport planes yours...?"

"Yes, yes, yes, that's mine!" Zhang Menglong declared, "Is the place ready? There's a lot of stuff, I'm worried there won't be enough room!"

"Is it really yours?" Aver was ecstatic—it felt like encountering a divine benefactor, "But why didn't you reply to our communication requests? We thought it was an enemy attack..."

"Isn't it to keep some sense of mystery? Hahaha, isn't it shocking?" Zhang Menglong laughed on the other end.

Shocking? More like terrifying—almost enough to trigger a heart attack! If they'd reached the alert line in another two minutes, Aver wouldn't have known what orders to give!

How bored must this person be? Isn't this mysterious enough? Must he exceed those heart-stopping moments?

"I've delivered the items to you, the rest is up to you," Zhang Menglong said, "By the way, do you have enough pilots and tank drivers?"

"Enough! Enough!" Aver quickly replied.

In truth, the Tambat Kingdom had a very secret special forces unit. This unit wasn't large, totaling only 1,000 people, but their military education made them incomparable to ordinary warriors.

They were familiar with the use of mainstream battlefield weapons and equipment, capable of fighting ten at a time.

Though the Tambat Kingdom's equipment was limited, this did not mean they didn't invest heavily in military forces. Nearly half of their annual budget was spent on these people, with the training of each elite warrior costing up to 100 million US dollars!

Now was the time for them to enter the battlefield!

"Since that's enough, I can rest easy. Otherwise, I'd have to find a bunch of people to fly them," Zhang Menglong continued, "But at this point, I have a request!"

"Please, tell me!" Aver was not surprised. Although the quality of the batch of equipment was unknown, the quantity was very sincere. As long as the demand wasn't too excessive, he was willing to agree.

"Beat them hard for me, don't hold back! For those you capture alive, make sure to humiliate them for three days and nights before sending them back!"

Aver, who had prepared a speech, suddenly forgot what to say. What kind of request was that? Even if he hadn't mentioned it, they would have hit back hard anyway. Over the years, they had endured enough humiliation and anger—they needed an outlet!

As for insulting those people, while humiliating prisoners of war was dishonorable in a war, humiliation could be both physical and mental. They just needed to mentally devastate them without leaving a trace of evidence.

"Rest assured, we will definitely hit them hard!"

"Oh, regarding the method of insult, I have sent a document to your system. Just follow it when the time comes. I am off to play King of Glory now, goodbye!"

"Ah? You..." Before Aver could say more, Zhang Menglong had already hung up the phone.

"Our system?" Aver paused, wondering which system the mysterious Huaxia man was referring to. Their national defense system? But how could an external document be transferred into it?

If he could do this, didn't it mean that their network security had no secrets from him?

Thinking of this, Aver actually felt fear. But then he thought, if they could just send over a batch of equipment and wipe out their military, what value would their information have to him?

He immediately logged into the national defense system with his own privileges, and indeed, within a folder in the system, he found a brand-new text document. The time uploaded was a minute ago, and the channel used for the upload was surprisingly their central network!

"This Huaxia man is truly a monster!" Afur couldn't help but exclaim. He then opened the file, which was written in Tambat script, and the title was "Thirty-Eight Styles of Troublesome Pigs.""

"First style, upside-down head wash; second style, boiling water chrysanthemum burn; third style, three-speed electric fan day; fourth style, steel wool bath scrub..."

Looking at each item in the document which did not seem cruel but evoked rich imagery in one's mind, Afur's facial expressions gradually twisted.

What kind of deep hatred had driven this Huaxia man to seek revenge on them with such measures?

Afur looked in the direction of their longstanding opponent and couldn't help shaking his head, "Perhaps, this is the mysterious power from the East?"

"Prepare the plane immediately; we're heading to Base Three!"

Base Three was the direction Zhang Menglong's batch of military equipment was sent to; it was about 120 kilometers from the front-line battlefield. Given the speed of a military aircraft, a few dozen minutes would be sufficient to arrive.

"Clear for takeoff! Disengage the alert!"

"Begin clearing the runway!"

Indeed, the squadron, after entering Tambat Kingdom, maintained its original speed and route, showing no intention of attacking whatsoever.

Under the green light all the way, they reached the airfield of Base Three. At that time, most of the planes on the runway had already been cleared, and the first batch of 20 fighter jets began to swoop down for a landing.

"Have you seen that fighter jet? It seems very strong."

"Idiot, that's the Su-57, the fifth-generation fighter jet of the Combat Nation!"

"What? A fifth-generation fighter jet? Doesn't that mean these 20 fighter jets could blow up over a hundred of our junk planes at Base Three?"

"There's more coming! That's an F-22! They even have America's fifth-generation fighter jet!"

"My God, could all those fighter jets be fifth-generation?"

"This... brother, can you fly one?" Two pilots looked at each other in disbelief.

"I... This is beyond my knowledge! The most advanced I've ever flown in my lifetime is the fourth-generation fighter jet!"

"Look, there's more! That's the F-35! Even a B-2 bomber!"

"That's Kaibong's X-2, also a fifth-generation fighter jet!"

"How much would all this cost?"

"At the very least, a few hundred billion, I guess, in US dollars."

More and more planes began to land; the airfield, which had been cleared entirely clean, quickly became rather crowded, and soon there was scarcely any room left for nearly 400 aircraft.

At that moment, Afur finally arrived at Base Three. Looking at each of these fighter jets, he could hardly contain his tears; he wished he could fly one directly onto the heads of the Brahma Country people and slam it down.

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"General, our airfield isn't enough," a warrior hurriedly reported to Afur.

"What? We've run out of space?" Afur chuckled bitterly. Before, there was a shortage of equipment, but now there was an excess, with not enough space to accommodate it.

"How many fighter jets did we originally have?"

"We had a total of 178 fighter jets."

"Take them all away; park them wherever you can. As long as the people are safe, even ditching the jets in ravines is fine," Afur had never been as extravagant as he was today, "500 fifth-generation fighters, what do we need those scraps for? Forget them, forget them all!"