At ten-thirty, the runway at the Flight Research Institute grew lively. Several jet fighters that had never appeared in public view were towed out of the hangars by tractors.
Staff pushed over the corresponding missiles and began loading them. These missiles looked thicker, longer, and more streamlined than the ones unveiled previously.
In fact, these missiles were also among the few "survivors" remaining. At this stage, the Flight Research Institute's main research focus was still ground-launched missiles, not air-launched ones.
The fighter pilots appeared relaxed. Although they might not have been accustomed to their current jobs at first, the extremely high salaries and benefits had helped them put aside their physical and psychological discomfort.
Besides, everything they had done had always been just. At the very least, they had stood on the side of justice.
"This mission isn't complicated. I need you to destroy the fleet's Air Defense Destroyers. Once those warships are destroyed, the Federal Air Force's Torpedo Bombers will be able to approach the fleet and launch an attack."
"We've assessed that the battle won't be too difficult, and we have a major advantage fighting at night."
"But... we must never underestimate war. We have to be cautious and careful. We can't ignore the danger just because we think their technology is too backward."
"I don't want anything to happen to you, and I don't want the company's property to suffer any losses. Do you understand what I mean?"
The supervisor in charge of managing the pilots handed them some documents. They contained detailed information about the fleet currently heading toward the waters off Bu Peien.
The entire fleet had nine Air Defense Destroyers, and its firepower was formidable.
The navy had initially planned to equip the fleet with at least sixteen to twenty warships equipped with anti-aircraft