Thorin counted on his fingers.
One and a half million gold coins could buy almost seventy Great Xia tanks!
"Too expensive!" Thorin shook his head like a rattle drum.
"That's enough for me to raise an entire heavy-armored legion!"
Zhao Gang was not annoyed. Still smiling, he explained,
"Elder Thorin, that's not how you should do the math."
"The Kunpeng strategic transport aircraft has a maximum flight speed of 255 meters per second. That works out to 920 kilometers per hour, and it can fly at an altitude of ten thousand meters."
"Although the Demon Clan can also fly that high and that fast..."
"We also have fighter jets." Zhao Gang pointed to the sleek steel falcons parked on the runway.
"They fly at over 2,500 kilometers per hour, or seven hundred meters per second."
"Any flying member of the Demon Clan is as slow as a snail compared to them."
"A Seventh Order demon might be able to catch up, but would it dare?"
"Our fighter jets aren't just lumps of iron that can fly."
"The air-to-air missiles they carry have beyond-visual-range strike capabilities, along with target locking and tracking."
"If a Seventh Order demon dares to give chase, what awaits it will be endless kisses of death."
Zhao Gang briefly introduced the fighter jets' weapon specifications and combat capabilities.
Thorin Ironbeard was thoroughly bewildered by what he heard, but he managed to grasp the main point.
His eyes widened as he asked for confirmation,
"You mean this big fellow called the Kunpeng is invincible in the sky as long as those fighter jets protect it?"
"You could say that." Zhao Gang nodded confidently.
Elder Muyu spoke thoughtfully from the side.
"That's perfectly normal."
"When our caravans transport supplies, they also need powerful guards to protect them from bandits