Chen Shouyi rode his bicycle at full speed.
Steam Trucks streamed along the highway, one after another. Whenever a truck passed, the coal-dust-covered road kicked up a cloud of dust.
The industrial districts on either side of the road kept expanding. Compared with when he had first arrived half a year ago, the entire industrial area had doubled in size, and even more factories were being rushed into construction.
Chen Shouyi looked up. Two Fighter Jets were approaching from the distance. Judging by the direction they had come from, they had probably just returned from a reconnaissance mission near Ningzhou.
Over the past few days, the number of Fighter Jets had gradually increased. The most he had seen at once was ten flying in formation across the sky.
After twenty years of being on a war footing, the Great Xia Nation had an astonishing stockpile of weapons, and its weapons were constantly being replaced with newer models.
Before the upheaval, the number of active Fighter Jets alone had long remained around thirty thousand.
If the Fighter Jets retired and put into storage over the years were included, the total number was even more than a hundred thousand.
Even though it was difficult to modify active Fighter Jets because they mostly used fly-by-wire systems, there were still plenty of retired Fighter Jets with manually operated mechanical controls—at least several thousand.
At least in the short term, the only thing that could limit the number of Fighter Jets was the production rate of new engines.
Half an hour later, Chen Shouyi arrived in the lower city.
The urban district was still bleak and run-down.
Chen Shouyi deliberately rode past his old residential compound. There were hardly any guards left in the security booth at the entrance, and the doors were locked tight.