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The order from the Presidential Palace passed through the Department of Defense and reached the recently established air force, setting everyone into motion.

The doors of the hangars opened one after another, and professional ground crews began inspecting and loading bombs onto the bombers.

A pilot watched the ground crews with some confusion. Seeing them load different bombs into his bomb bay, he could not help asking, "Why are ours different?"

The Federation was not short of money. That was important.

Live-ammunition training, which was difficult to provide for every individual in other countries, had been conducted by nearly every pilot in the Federation.

They had dropped bombs worth tens of thousands each in designated areas. It was incredibly extravagant! But there was no denying that it produced remarkably good results.

At the very least, every bomber pilot knew when to open the bomb bay doors and when to release the bombs, rather than fumbling around without knowing what to do.

During live-ammunition training, they had used the "Clown" and "Clown—Training Type" bombs. Their appearances had long been etched into the pilots' minds.

But he had never seen the bomb in front of him, at least not during his training.

Unlike ordinary airdropped bombs, it had no side fins or tail fins. It was completely bare, and looked somewhat stupid.

The pilot seriously doubted whether this bomb could land effectively where it was supposed to. It looked like an unreliable half-finished product.

The ground crewman installing it smiled. "This is the Fire Spitter..."

The pilot froze for a moment, then immediately understood.

The Flight Research Institute and Blackstone Aviation had a real "talent" for naming things. For example, there were the "Clown," the "Beast Tamer," and this "Fire Spitter."

Judging from the names alone, they all seemed to be members