After entering Peng Joe airspace, the entire bomber formation switched to radio silence.
There was no choice. Radio was currently the only form of wireless communication. Although highly useful, it was also easy to intercept.
The Federation now controlled radio communications in every region. Was Peng Joe doing the same? If they intercepted the aircraft's radio transmissions, would the bomber formation be exposed and the mission fail?
Thus, after the final refueling, once the bombing route and return route had been confirmed, the bomber formation entered Peng Joe along multiple routes.
The fighters escorted them from a higher altitude.
The bomber formation's navigator gazed at the city below and couldn't help being captivated by it. In the night, the lights scattered throughout the city made it seem brimming with life.
You didn't know what kind of family stood behind each light, what kind of environment they lived in, or what people were doing inside.
Yet through those glowing lights, you could feel the city's pulse and rhythm—healthy, strong, and stable!
Once the bomber formation spread out, it meant the bombing was about to begin!
But the people on the ground had no idea that the aircraft in the sky were not local planes returning home, but devils from the Federation! At 8:03 p.m., a piercing whistle suddenly rang out above a coastal city in western Peng Joe.
People who were still outdoors, savoring the last trace of summer's heat, looked up blankly. More whistles immediately sounded from the sky.
At the instant the first small, fat, comical warhead fell to the ground, the bomb split open from the inside out. A shock wave, like an evil wind blown from a devil's mouth to reap souls, began surging rapidly in all directions!
People nearby stared at the object in shock. When