"Locked on! How is this possible! This is a G11 stealth fighter, with full-frequency radar signal jamming!"
The pilot from the Beautiful Country was immensely shocked, but driven by years of training, he still deployed flares and pulled back on the stick, initiating a tactical roll.
However, all of it was in vain.
As soon as he pulled the fighter's nose up, it was hit by a black columnar object.
Immediately, darkness enveloped the aircraft, with only the explosion's flames providing a faint glow.
All observation sensor devices mounted on the exterior of the aircraft failed, followed by the engine losing power. The aircraft lost control and began to plummet wildly.
Seeing that destruction and death were imminent, the pilot from the Beautiful Country quickly ejected and escaped.
After breaking free from the dark zone, the pilot from the Beautiful Country, floating on the sea surface, witnessed a scene that deeply shocked him.
On the sky, which had been clear with no clouds, eleven dark clouds had suddenly appeared, precisely enveloping all eleven remaining fighters from the Beautiful Country.
Inside the dark clouds, fireworks continuously burst, forming one massive Chinese character after another.
"Happy New Year!"
"Wishing you prosperity!"
"Family reunion!"
The netizens of the Dragon Country, watching the broadcast, were all thrown into confusion upon seeing the Chinese characters formed by the fireworks.
"Are these really the Beautiful Country's fighter jets? How did they get shot down by our New Year's fireworks!"
"These are definitely not fireworks; which fireworks can be seen so clearly in broad daylight?"
"Not fireworks? Military missiles with blessings attached, wishing the enemy a happy family reunion?"
While the internet was buzzing, the military exercise site was even more lively.
General Artley Sam, a six-star general from the Beautiful Country, stared at the eleven parachutes drifting in the sky, unable to believe his eyes.
"Why are there only eleven fighter jets," Jing Mingqiu removed his smart glasses and stretched lazily in front of all the national leaders. "I prepared twelve 'firecrackers' to demonstrate our hospitality. Now there's one left, and nowhere to use it."
"How about this then? As the saying goes, all guests from afar are welcome. With so many countries remaining, I'll randomly pick one to send the biggest 'firecracker' to. Who should it be?"
Jing Mingqiu scanned the crowd with a playful gaze. The leaders of other countries, intimidated by the immense power just demonstrated by the "skyrockets," dared not meet Jing Mingqiu's eyes and averted their gazes.
"As the saying goes, a distant relative is not as good as a close neighbor. Doesn't the Sakura Country always claim to be our neighbor across the sea? This last 'firecracker' goes to you."
After speaking, Jing Mingqiu lightly tapped his temple. The smart glasses descended again, flashing with a large amount of data.
The leader of the Sakura Country quickly issued a warning to his flying squadron, but it was too late.
"Whoosh! Bang!"
An oversized skyrocket shot into the air, streaking across the sky like a meteor, and accurately landed in the center of the Sakura Country's flying squadron.
A large mass of fine particles formed a dark cloud, enveloping all the Sakura Country's fighter jets.
Half a minute later, accompanied by fireworks spelling "Have a good trip," and "Happy and joyful,"
All the Sakura Country's fighter jets followed in the footsteps of the Beautiful Country, and more than a dozen white parachutes appeared in the sky.
"Oh dear," Jing Mingqiu slapped his thigh forcefully. "Dear leader, I only prepared twelve secret weapons, and they're all used up now. What if they continue to attack?"
The highest leader of the Dragon Country feigned anger. "Why didn't you prepare more? Now it's trouble. The Ying Lian Country, the De Yi Country, and over ten other countries are eyeing us covetously."
"Then what should we do? Should we just surrender..."
Hearing the act put on by Jing Mingqiu and the highest leader of the Dragon Country, the Prime Minister of the Ying Lian Country was swayed. Just as he was about to order the Ying Lian Country's Royal Squadron to attack, his Chief of Staff stepped forward to stop him.
"Prime Minister, do not act impulsively. The minimum defensive ammunition for even the smallest anti-air system is over thirty-two rounds. He only used twelve rounds, so he absolutely cannot have used them all."
"The Dragon Country is always cunning. He is deliberately showing weakness, wanting to avoid the infamy of provoking a war, hoping to lure us into making the first move, and then counterattack under the guise of a victim."
"Hiss!" The Prime Minister of the Ying Lian Country gasped and shivered involuntarily. He raised his communicator and roared, "General William, this exercise, no attacking the Dragon Country is permitted!"
What kind of great nation leaders are they if they aren't shrewd? Even if they made mistakes, they had various advisors to help them correct their course.
Now, two countries, the Beautiful Country and the Sakura Country, had suffered significant losses at the hands of the Dragon Country's secret weapons.
The remaining countries, in unison, chose to avoid direct confrontation, letting other nations test the Dragon Country's true strength.
After all, if nothing else, the Beautiful Country, in order to maintain its hegemonic position, would definitely make another move.
On the high platform where the leaders of various countries were gathered, Jing Mingqiu suddenly walked over to the Beautiful Country's delegation and found Artley Sam. He said very sincerely, "General, would you consider sending another wave of aircraft? I guarantee that the secret weapons I prepared are all used up. This time, you can bomb to your heart's content!"
Seeing Jing Mingqiu's enthusiastic demeanor, Artley Sam suddenly felt a chill down his spine and instinctively took a step back.
"Pfft! Heh heh!"
Hearing the suppressed chuckles from the people around him, Artley Sam was first taken aback, then filled with immense anger. He couldn't believe he had been intimidated by a young man in his early twenties.
Artley Sam instinctively reached for his waist, preparing to draw his weapon and shoot Jing Mingqiu, but his hand met empty air.
He then remembered that this was a formal meeting of national leaders, and his weapons had already been collected.
Since he couldn't attack Jing Mingqiu, he would have the bombers flatten the Dragon Country's command post. The Beautiful Country had plenty of everything, especially aircraft!
With this thought, Artley Sam pulled out his communicator and began calling the flight base, ordering them to send two more flight squadrons.
With forty-eight streams of flames erupting, twenty-four aircraft, two flight squadrons of fighter jets, took off simultaneously.
Artley Sam held his head high, ready to mock Jing Mingqiu a few times. He happened to meet Jing Mingqiu's half-smile, and suddenly felt a chill in his heart, sensing he had fallen into a trap.
"Return, return, return immediately!"
Artley Sam, disregarding his image, raised his communicator and roared frantically.
But, it was too late!
Hundreds of flames rose from the Dragon Country's air defense positions, which they had already destroyed.
The Dragon Country's latest HQ7 anti-aircraft missiles, like ferocious tigers descending from the mountains, pounced fiercely upon the twenty-four fighter jets newly dispatched by the Beautiful Country.
Although this was a military exercise and the missiles were all blanks, who said that a weapon without a tip couldn't inflict damage?
The more advanced the fighter jet, the more fragile it was. After a series of brilliant fireworks, twenty-four more parachutes appeared in the sky over the exercise sea.
This was a military exercise, and the Dragon Country had no intention of killing anyone. However, thirty-six fighter jets, including twelve stealth fighters, had a combined price exceeding three billion US dollars!
One must know that the Beautiful Country's stealth fighters were more expensive than gold of equivalent value.
Looking at the Beautiful Country's fighter jets falling one after another into the deep sea, Artley Sam's eyes blazed with fury. He glared fiercely at Jing Mingqiu, wishing he could devour him.
"Jing Mingqiu, didn't you say that all the secret weapons you prepared were used up?"