While Chen Shouyi and Song Tingting were chatting.
At an airfield at a military base in the capital, a combat formation consisting of three aging bombers loaded with fuel and twelve old fighter jets roared into the sky one after another, heading for a Southeast Asian country to carry out a special mission.
Inside one of the bombers:
"Altitude: ten thousand meters. Speed: Mach 0.6. Estimated arrival in three hours," the co-pilot said.
"Good weather, clear landmarks, no deviation from course. Everything is normal!" the first navigator reported.
Bombers were not passenger planes. The entire crew consisted of just six people.
Besides the pilot and co-pilot, there were a first navigator, a second navigator, a first gunner, and a second gunner.
Of course, the crew of Great Xia Nation's most advanced bombers had long since been reduced to four.
But this bomber was an old relic from the 1970s. It had been retired for over twenty years and was only brought out of storage after the cataclysm.
After extensive modifications, such as replacing the original low-pressure engines with supercharged engines, removing the electronic instruments and communications equipment, and installing various mechanical instruments, it was ready to take to the skies again.
It was more complicated to operate, and required more personnel.
Nowadays, most aircraft were more or less the same.
Apart from all being jet-powered, technologically they were basically no different from planes from the early days of World War II.
The aircraft naturally had no satellite navigation, either. Everything relied on visual estimates and the navigator's personal experience. Fortunately, they had high-resolution military maps to consult, so there was no need to worry about getting lost.
The atmosphere suddenly grew a little quiet.
Only the engine's tremendous noise thrummed through the cabin.
Everyone knew what they were going to