The Beloved Gaulish Captain

How could he not know that such a speed was extremely dangerous?

But what can we do?

The Dragon Country has the most powerful satellite detection system.

Once they enter the Dragon Country's territory, they will be detected immediately.

To traverse the Camel Hump Air Route safely and steadily, it would take at least two hours.

By then, the Dragon Country's defenses will be so impenetrable that there'll be no chance of fighting them.

Gambling carries a high risk, but without gambling, there's absolutely no hope.

For a time, Joseph's individual heroism had reached its peak!

"I'll lead the way; all the fighter jets will follow my path!"

"I am the commander. Everyone must obey my orders! Everyone, prepare to pressurize the cabin!"

Joseph was determined to do things his own way, and there was nothing anyone could do about it.

We had no choice but to follow his instructions and adjust the speed of all the fighter jets to Mach 1.

As we approached the entrance to the Himalayan Sacred Mountain, the warning from the Firmament indeed arrived as promised.

[Firmament Notification: Challengers have been detected invading Dragon Country territory. The First and Second Flight Squadrons of the Jinguancheng Military Region of Dragon Country will intercept the Challengers!]

[The first and second flight formations will arrive at the Tibet battlefield in one hour!]

"Just as I expected!"

Seeing the prompt from the Firmament, Joseph was glad he had made the decision.

Time was of the essence; he had to end the battle before the Dragon Country could arrive to provide reinforcements.

Thinking of this, he increased the speed of his fighter jet.

It hurtled straight into the pass of the Himalayan Sacred Mountain Himalayas at Mach 1.

But as soon as we entered the mountain pass, the feeling immediately changed.

In that instant, Joseph felt as if the air had become several times thinner, and an immense pressure had fallen upon him.

The performance of the fighter jet was directly reduced; it felt like there was endless resistance even in simple flight, let alone speeding at Mach 1.

The aircraft's instrument panel began displaying various warnings, and many control parameters were changing drastically.

Joseph coughed violently, and his vision gradually blurred.

"Is this what it feels like to fly above Sacred Mountain...?"

He clenched his fists, trying to stay calm, and used all his strength to traverse the mountains.

But passing through the mountain pass was just the easiest step; the deeper they sailed into the Himalayan Sacred Mountain, the worse the situation became.

The air became increasingly thin and cold.

Frost had formed on the wings and windows, and the airflow had become more complex.

Strong updrafts, downdrafts, and wind shears occur frequently, making driving exceptionally difficult.

The most frightening thing is that at this point, electronic navigation maps have become useless.

When navigating around the Sacred Mountain, radar simply cannot provide coverage, so one has to rely on improvisation to determine the navigation path.

Joseph, as Gaul's top aviation experts, could barely handle these challenges, but the other 400,000 Challengers certainly didn't have that ability...

Immediately, alarms from various aircraft control consoles blared through the communication channels.

"Ground proximity warning! Ground proximity warning!"

"TOO LOW TERRAIN!"

"Aircraft power system has failed!"

Ground approach warning! The aircraft is less than five meters from the obstacle!

"The aircraft is approaching a stall. Pilots, please pull up immediately to avoid a stall!"

"Engine malfunction! Pilots, please take emergency measures!"

"TERRAIN AHEAD! Landslide ahead! Please proceed with caution!"

"Wind shear warning! Wind shear warning!"

In such extreme conditions, many Challengers' mentality collapses, let alone their ability to drive.

In an instant, Challengers fighter jets crashed into the mountain at all sorts of bizarre angles.

A deep, rumbling sound erupted from between the Sacred Mountains.

The plane disintegrated instantly upon impact with the collision of metal and rock, with various wreckage fragments drifting through the valley like withered flower petals.

Some fighter jets had their wings knocked off in the collision. The enormous impact caused them to lose their balance violently, and like birds with broken wings, they helplessly plummeted into valleys thousands of meters deep.

Others had their engines destroyed and were uncontrollable; they flew through the air like uncontrollable fireballs, crashing into nearby fighter jets.

Some even spontaneously combusted in mid-air due to pilot error.

In the blink of an eye, the Camel Hump Air Route was filled with explosions and billowing smoke.

This isn't a voyage; it's a group suicide mission, taking turns setting off fireworks over the Sacred Mountain...

The chat was filled with screams, and the number of players in the Instance Backend was rapidly decreasing.

[India Country: 1,496,000 people!]

[India Country: 1,423,000 people!]

[India Country: 1,350,000 people!]

Damn it!

Joseph had no idea that even before the war had begun, his Aerial Warfare force was being rapidly decimated.

"What are you all doing? Didn't I tell you to obey my orders?"

He himself was still not fully aware that among these Challengers, apart from a few members of the Bonaparte Family who had good navigation skills, many Gauls were just amateurs.

Not to mention the A San people as well.

They could crash even when flying a civilian helicopter.

In this chaotic moment, no one could properly respond to Joseph's commands.

"Ahh!"

"A bunch of useless trash!"

With no other option, Joseph could only focus on driving.

As long as you get out of the Himalayan Sacred Mountain, there is still hope.

After all, even without full defenses, the Dragon Country has dozens of advanced fighter jets capable of bombing the main city.

At worst, he could bomb the enemy himself; as a Gaul hero, it wasn't impossible for him to turn the tide of the war single-handedly.

He drove with all his might through the mountains, showcasing his driving skills.

But as the flight path continued to extend, the number of deaths from the crashes continued to rise rapidly!

[India Country: 1,280,000 people!]

[India Country: 1,250,000 people!]

[India Country: 1,200,001 people!]

[...]

Joseph's mind went blank; his focus was entirely on driving.

As the mountains gradually leveled out and they were about to reach the exit, Joseph finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Haha! We did it! We made it out of the Sacred Mountain!!"

"Everyone, listen up! Follow me to bomb the Tibet!"

"Everyone, listen up! Follow me to bomb the Tibet!"

"..."

But where is there anyone left who can still respond to his commands?

He didn't even notice that he was no longer surrounded by his teammates.

The Camel Hump Air Route alone cost him 300,000 Air Force personnel.

When Joseph saw the number of people in the Instance Backend, he was completely dumbfounded, and his head felt even more numb.

Fuck! Fuck!

Where are they?!

Just then, a gray Tibet Himalayan griffon vulture accidentally crashed into the engine blades of Joseph's vehicle.