I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property-Chapter 480 - 478: Who Exactly is the Cheater Nation?

Minutes later, the roar gradually faded, and the commander stood up again, "It must have been a minor earthquake that just occurred, the impact isn't significant, we can continue with the takeoff!"

With the deafening sound of 11 engines, 11 Mirage 2000s took to the sky, heading towards Tambat Kingdom's last line of defense.

"Number 7, should we give them a taste of two missiles later?"

"Didn't you hear the order from above? We are only feigning an attack; save resources whenever we can."

"But this kind of flying mission is too boring."

"Exactly, those Tambat people are like turtles, using their anti-aircraft guns to hinder us."

"They've held up for five days, I reckon they don't have much ammo or ground-to-air missiles left, maybe this time we can really buzz their heads."

"Hahaha! Competing with us for territory, but they don't consider the huge gap in our military strength?"

"Indeed, even our worst fighter jets have been upgraded to nearly fourth-generation fighter jets, while they're still using those outdated third-generation ones. What can they fight us with?"

"Alright, focus! We're getting close to their defense line, definitely don't want to get shot down by their anti-aircraft artillery, that would be too embarrassing!"

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"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!" The Tambat warriors on the ground detected the incoming fighter jets immediately, "Get the anti-aircraft guns ready, prep the ground-to-air missiles!"

After successive air raids, the warriors of Tambat Kingdom had become like startled birds, issuing defensive commands almost as a conditioned reflex.

"Report! We only have seven ground-to-air missiles left!"

"What? Only seven left?"

"Report, we are almost out of anti-aircraft ammunition too!"

"Damn it!" The commander smashed the cup in front of him, "Why hasn't the support from the third base arrived yet? Weren't they supposed to be here today?"

"Commander, what should we do?"

"Fire! Use up all the last ammunition, but we have to hold this defense line at all costs!"

"Yes! Fire!"

"Open fire!"

The whole frontline erupted in flames as countless bullets, intertwined with the seven ground-to-air missiles, soared towards the 11 Mirage 2000s.

"Hahaha, is this all the trash anti-aircraft missiles they have left?" The eleven pilots showed a relenting glare, such basic ground-to-air missiles wouldn't even take down third-generation fighter jets, how could they possibly touch their nearly fourth-generation ones?

"Looks like they've run out of ammo and rations!"

"Hahaha, let's go, burst in and let them taste our autocannons!"

"Right, they said no missiles, but autocannons shouldn't be too much, right?"

"Be careful, ensure your own safety during low altitude flight!"

"Yes!"

The 11 fighter jets immediately began to dive, and their mounted autocannons roared into action. The autocannons on fighter jets are not to be underestimated, as a single round could tear half a body apart upon impact—both the caliber and shock of such weapons are terrifying.

"Find cover!"

"Take cover!"

"Where are the reinforcements? How come they haven't arrived yet?"

The warriors of Tambat, having reached a state of exhaustion, were starting to panic. Although they also had fighter jets, they were no match for the enemy, and had very few missiles and autocannons left—so poor that they could barely afford fuel.

"Swoosh!"

Just at that moment, a missile, trailing a white flame, streaked over their heads and hit a Brahma Country fighter jet right on the wing.

"Boom!" the whole aircraft instantly burst into flames, and only the unconscious pilot, ejected by the safety system, descended with the parachute, his fate unknown.

"What's that?" All the Tambat warriors and Brahma Country pilots were shocked at once.

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!"

As they gazed in astonishment, a shadow suddenly appeared in the sky—a vast formation of fighter jets was speeding towards them, and at a glance, there were at least a hundred and eighty of them.

"F-22! F-22 fighter jets!"

"Fifth-generation fighters? No wonder they blew up their jet with one shot."

"20 planes? 30 planes? Are they trying to conquer the sky?"

"Is this our reinforcement?"

"Comrades, you've worked hard; leave the next fight to us!" The voice came through the communication channel linked with the fighter squadron.

"It's friendly forces! Our reinforcements have arrived!"

"Hahaha! Unbeatable! With a hundred fifth-generation fighter jets, let's see how they can still be arrogant!"

"Fight back!"

"Revenge and vindication!"

"What the hell is this?" The very moment they saw that mighty formation of fighter jets, their hands were trembling uncontrollably.

How the hell were they supposed to fight? Their jets might be generously called fourth-generation fighters, but by Western standards, Mirage 2000 was really just a third-generation fighter. In countries like the Fighter Nation, it was considered a fourth-generation jet.

But the F-22s were universally acknowledged fifth-generation fighters; their stealth materials were nearly undetectable by these third-generation jets. In a real fight, they would be like blind men, even unable to lock their weapons onto the enemy fighter jets!

One F-22 could easily toy with their formation!

And before them, God damn it, were 100 fifth-generation fighters of the same caliber, just these 100 jets alone could slaughter their entire force!

"Boom!" A burst of fire shot up from the ground at breakneck speed, and a Mirage 2000 pilot instinctively maneuvered the jet to evade.

"I'm an ace pilot, how could I be shot down by a ground weapon?" he exclaimed with pride. In this battle, from start to present, he had downed 17 enemy jets—an ace amongst aces!

But before he could make out who fired at him from the ground, a golden light shot up wildly from below.

It came from fifty armored vehicles, which were mounted with the fearsome surface-to-air missiles.

Clearly inscribed on the barrel was a string of characters—S-400.

The S-400 missile system, rumored to cost 1.2 billion US dollars a unit, equating to 60 billion US dollars for the equipment on these fifty armored vehicles!

The Tambat Kingdom was even poorer than their Brahma Country, how could they possibly afford to spend 60 billion US dollars on S-400 missile systems?

The salvo formed a near-impenetrable net; there was almost no room to dodge!

10 Mirage 2000s turned into the least beautiful fireworks in the sky.

In their final moments, they spotted amidst the explosions an even more terrifying sight in the distance—a massive formation of hundreds of tanks. Although the tanks were of different models, their formidable military posture alone made them realize, a huge twist was about to unfold in this battle, but they would never live to see it!

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"What's going on?" Luca and Sinto were stunned, sitting motionless as they watched the live broadcast.

Of course, their loyalty to Zhang Menglong surpassed the feelings for their nation, but they couldn't understand how the destitute Tambat Kingdom suddenly possessed such expensive equipment?

Just the cost of that one round of S-400 salvo had to be calculated in billions of US dollars, right? Were they willing to ruin their country's future for this? But even if they had the money, could they possibly buy F-22 and F-35 fighter jets from America?

Everyone always said that their Brahma Country was like a nation with cheats enabled, but they had never seen a scene like today. Who the hell had the real cheats?!

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