I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property-Chapter 481 - 479: General, Let’s Surrender

"General, the fighter jets we sent for the feint at the front line have suddenly lost contact!"

The communications engineer responsible for ground contacts immediately reported this news to General Pratt of Brahma Country. Usually, this kind of loss of contact essentially meant that the aircraft had been destroyed; very few had ever returned to base after going missing.

But this was highly abnormal. Since the hostilities had begun, there had been hundreds of battles, big and small, yet the most severe single battle had not resulted in more than ten fighters being destroyed.

Moreover, the Tambat Kingdom was already in a desperate state, running out of ammunition and provisions. How could they possibly have the capability to destroy so many of their fighters?

"Is there any signal coming back?" Pratt asked.

"We've only received a burst of very chaotic signals, likely jammed by some device. We're unable to reconstruct any valid information from those fragmented bursts."

"What in the world is going on?" A trace of worry appeared on General Pratt's face; he had a very bad feeling about this. As a soldier, his sixth sense was often very accurate; this feeling had even helped him escape certain death several times before.

"General, could it be that another country has sent them reinforcements? Isn't the Tambat Kingdom in good relations with them?"

Pratt knew who the engineer meant by "them," a nation that had awoken. In recent decades, their rate of development had been alarmingly fast, surpassing many countries that had once been far ahead of them and even leading in many domains.

If it was true that they had provided military support to the Tambat Kingdom, then they might as well surrender without a fight, for no nation in the world could confidently declare they could secure a victory against them in war.

"Impossible!" Pratt immediately dismissed the possibility, "Their principle is to never interfere in the affairs of other countries unless their own security is threatened; they would never do such a thing, not with countless eyes watching them from all around the world.

"Find a way to investigate the front line immediately; we must figure out why those fighters went missing!"

"Yes!"

"General!" Just as the engineer turned to leave, a communicator stumbled into the command room, almost knocking General Pratt's door off its hinges.

"What's the rush? Do you even resemble a soldier right now?" Pratt was not pleased to see his subordinate in such a panic; even if the sky were falling, he would be standing firm.

"Just now, we received a message from our forces at the very front,... they said... "

"What did they say?" Pratt's heart started beating faster, knowing from the soldier's expression that it could not be good news.

"Our forces at the front have been overrun, and Tambat Kingdom forces have taken back a position we had captured a few days ago—they've begun a counteroffensive!"

"What?" Pratt had considered many possibilities but never imagined that their forces would be overrun.

This was their nation's most elite force, sacrificed at great expense in hopes of completely reclaiming the Teslam area.

Nearly half of the country's 1,400 fighters had been deployed to the front lines, supported by countless powerful artillery, rendering Tambat Kingdom's troops nearly incapacitated during this period of the campaign.

The two sides' military equipment differed in quantity by a factor of two at the onset of the war; after some time, this ratio had only grown. Even if Tambat Kingdom's forces were twice as strong now, at most they could just barely maintain a defensive stance. How could they possibly launch a counteroffensive? Were their troops vegetarians?

"What exactly is happening at the front?"

"General, Deputy General Icas at the front says Tambat Kingdom forces suddenly appeared with a large number of advanced military equipment. Our troops were no match for them. Within less than 20 minutes, our first position fell and they are now advancing towards the second position."

"What? Only 20 minutes? Did they send over 200 fighter jets?" General Pratt had never heard such outrageous numbers. Their main forces were behind, and the frontline troops had about a hundred fighter jets, but even so, that was still a very powerful force. How could it be so easily overwhelmed?

"General," the reporter uttered with a bitter smile, "the enemy didn't have just 200 jets, at least three to four hundred, and all of them were fifth-generation fighters, all mainstream fifth-generation fighters. And that's just the aerial strike force. They also have more than 500 main battle tanks and over 300 armored vehicles, each equipped with the most advanced missile systems!"

"How could this happen?" General Pratt's face was filled with intense shock and disbelief.

"Can you imagine? A thousand missiles launched in an instant, our air defense network could at best intercept only two-thirds, surviving for 20 minutes was already a miracle!"

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"General! The latest news from the front, we have lost our second stronghold!" Another warrior rushed in, "20 bombers directly charged into our battle position, destroying our military equipment into ruins. Until they left, we didn't even know what model the target bombers were!"

"How bad are the losses?"

"Extremely severe, more than 80% of our fighter jets and tanks parked at the base are damaged. There were only a dozen casualties; it seems they didn't come to kill but to destroy our military hardware and weapons!"

"Where are the troops now?"

"They have retreated to the third stronghold, but Tambat Kingdom's fighters and tank groups continue to advance, heavy tanks leading the way, planes providing air support. The most crucial thing is they don't care about losses, as soon as they engage, it's missiles and artillery. This isn't war; this is burning money!"

"Where did they get all these things from?" General Pratt couldn't figure it out. How could the impoverished Tambat Kingdom afford so much money?

This level of military equipment would cost at least eight or nine hundred billion US Dollars, their entire country's GDP is just over 200 billion US Dollars a year, do they even need to develop their country?

The most important thing is, how did they manage to obtain those advanced fifth-generation fighters and main battle tanks? Even if you have the money, it's not certain someone would sell them to you!

"General, with the situation like this, in at most one week, we will completely lose control over the Xsram Domain, and they might even continue pushing forward without stopping."

Pratt fully believed in this possibility, a country that had endured humiliation for so long and suddenly possessed such tremendous military strength, they could do anything!

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"General, our third stronghold is under strong attack!" Before the previous situation could be processed, news from the third stronghold also arrived.

"Report the situation! Return the status!"

"Report, General, the enemy has deployed 500 fighter jets, a hundred of which are attacking our base," from the other side, explosive sounds and air raid sirens continually sounded, "the remaining four hundred have already crossed our defensive lines heading towards the rear. General, please come up with a plan quickly!"

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"Boom!"

...

The call wasn't even finished, and General Pratt's face had already turned pale.

The Deputy General took a deep breath and uttered a sentence he himself could hardly believe, "General, I ... we should surrender!"