The flight formation flew all the way at the limit of its operational ceiling.
At an altitude of twelve thousand meters, even the massive Strategic Bomber being escorted looked no more than a tiny speck, utterly inconspicuous.
This was a mission with nine chances of death and only one of survival. The planes did not even have enough fuel for the return trip.
Everyone was prepared to make the ultimate sacrifice.
Inside one of the Fighter Jets, the navigator seated in the copilot's seat had a resolute expression. He silently gazed out the window. Below, the city's chimneys were sparse, and vehicles were rarely seen on the roads. Compared to the Great Xia Nation, the recovery of technology here was unquestionably much slower.
Yet it was this very nation that had driven the European Alliance to the brink of collapse.
To some extent, this war had reached the point where the Great Xia Nation had no choice but to launch it.
The European Alliance possessed the world's third-largest nuclear arsenal, the world's third-strongest military, and the world's second-most advanced technology. If the European Alliance collapsed on its own and was annexed by the Country of Radiance, its power would undoubtedly rise by another level.
By then, it would become the nightmare of the entire Eurasian continent—and perhaps even the entire Earth.
No one would be able to stop it!
Perhaps the calm that had lasted for more than a month had caused the Country of Radiance to relax its vigilance toward the Great Xia Nation. Perhaps it was also because the Country of Radiance still had no radar. The flight formation proceeded smoothly, encountering not the slightest attack. Before long, it had flown over the territory of the former Stan nations and reached the Caspian Sea.
Beyond it
lay the