Munitions Empire

A small airport, in front of a concealed bunker, a row of Dwarven pilots wearing leather caps with goggles hanging on their foreheads, listening to the Commander's speech.

Inside the hangar disguised as a mountain nearby, rows of MiG-3 Fighter Jets hang bombs under their wings. These planes are completely outdated, but the Dwarves are reluctant to retire them, instead using them for ground attack missions.

The MiG-3 is a fighter jet, not specifically designed for ground attack, so it can't perform ground tasks especially well, capable of carrying only two 100-kilogram bombs with very limited ground strike capability.

However, the Dwarves are equipped with over 900 of such planes, so they have no choice but to continue using them reluctantly because they don't have enough advanced jet fighters to replace these old planes.

They don't have any other options: The production capacity for jet fighter engines has always been insufficient, and the Air Force is waiting for jet fighters, so how could they possibly allocate precious jet engines for ground attack aircraft?

This Air Force Commander walked past each pilot with a serious expression, encouraging everyone with a heavy tone: "Warriors of the Empire! Thank you for your courage! I know this mission might mean you will not return, yet you still stand firm! For the future of the Ice Cold Empire, your brave decision is to fight to the end!"

"I cannot guarantee you will come back alive, but I assure you, the Ice Cold Empire will become greater because of the choices you make today!" After a round, he walked back again and looked at these faces once more.

Pilots are not allowed to have beards, so these Dwarven pilots look a bit comical, for they have sacrificed too much for the sake of flying.

The oxygen pipes of earlier planes were also not very usable, easily harming the lungs, while pure oxygen could cause hair loss. These Dwarven pilots not only shaved off their beards but each had a powerful hairstyle. Yet, at this moment, they're wearing leather caps, making it impossible to see they all have Mediterranean hairstyles.

Walking from the end of the line to the front, this Dwarven Air Force Commander raised his voice, loudly ordering: "Glory belongs to you! Attack! Fly close to the ground and pour all your ammunition onto the enemy's heads! For His Majesty The Emperor, for the Empire, Ura!"

"Long live the Emperor! Ura!" Everyone yelled loudly and then ran towards the propeller planes already prepared for launch in the distance.

The ground crew promptly helped turn the propellers, and a few minutes later, the sound of engines reverberated in the sky above the airport, with MiG-3 Fighter Jets beginning to take off one after another.

The reason their airport can still be used is because the Tang Army attacked only the large airports last night, resulting in these small airports still being operational today. That's also why the Dwarves aren't launching more advanced planes: their main airports are now all incapacitated.

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On the turbulent sea, the massively rebuilt nearly 90,000-ton giant ship appeared quite steady. On its spacious deck, a group of pilots holding their extremely expensive helmets were conducting the final mobilization before departure.

The Tang Army's carrier-based aircraft Commander walked past his subordinates in the sea breeze, speaking to everyone: "Gentlemen, we are the invincible Great Tang Air Force! Everything flying in the sky trembles under our iron wings! Technicians have given us the most powerful planes, His Majesty The Emperor has provided us the best training, and war has furnished us with the greatest experience. Our only enemy is ourselves!"

He walked and spoke simultaneously, behind him were rows of Yinglong Fighter Jets already being armed with bombs. The Tang Army's amphibious assault had already started; a large number of ships had spread out across the sea, yet as the main fleet, the carriers couldn't witness the vibrant scenes of life.

Amphibious assault ships had already started launching numerous helicopters, and for the first time in this world, three-dimensional landings were occurring. Very soon, the Dwarves would experience the terrifying new-style landing of the Tang Army.

Walking from the front to the end of the ranks, this carrier-based aircraft Commander turned around and began walking towards the front again: "The enemy poses no actual threat to us! The so-called opponents are merely clowns! Go defeat them! Shoot them down!"

Upon reaching the middle of the formation, he turned towards the direction of the formation and, standing still, his gaze swept over everyone's face: "Now is the time to demonstrate your loyalty! Take off, shoot down all enemy planes, destroy all ground targets! Conquer all ignorant obstacles hindering the Empire's expansion, and add a new garden for His Majesty The Emperor!"

"I don't demand your lives; my demand is that you all return alive! Your costly planes were built to ensure you can destroy the enemy and stay alive! Get going and claim the glory that belongs to you!" After speaking, he raised his arm in the direction of departure, shouting loudly: "For His Majesty The Emperor! Long live the Emperor!"

"Long live the Emperor!" All the pilots with their helmets walked towards their planes, and soon two Yinglong Fighter Jets were mounted on catapults, with blast deflectors erected behind the aircraft.

Nearby, ground personnel wearing colorful vests and safety helmets waved their arms, indicating readiness for takeoff. Pilots in the cockpit raised their thumbs to signal their preparedness.

The catapult Commander dressed in a yellow vest, after ensuring everything was ready, bent his knee sideways, collated his fingers like a sword, and swung his arm forward in a cutting motion. The Yinglong Fighter Jet instantly accelerated, rushing towards the edge of the carrier's runway.

Under the immense acceleration, the fully-loaded Yinglong Fighter Jet only dipped slightly as it leapt off the deck, then soared towards the sky.

Over the sea in the distance, another carrier similarly organized plane takeoffs, with Invader Assault Ships loaded with bombs continually taking off.

A dense formation of planes coordinated by several Early Warning Aircraft completed their formation in the sky, fiercely flying over the unfolding landing fleet, charging towards the Ice Cold Empire's Steel Rampart.

On the sea, Tang Army Soldiers already densely standing on landing craft saw fighter jets sweeping over their heads and waved their arms in overwhelming cheer.

Following this, hundreds of helicopters also flew over their heads in formation, the massive engine noise drowned out the cheers, and those veterans who had experienced previous landing operations were stunned by the sight before them: they had never seen such landings.

This… is too damn cool, isn't it?