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Chapter 2659 Your Highness's War (Third Update, Please Subscribe)
Your Highness is on the battlefield!

When Aishid arrived in Chang'an, the sudden news plunged him into a state of panic.

"How can he go to the battlefield?" The reason why Aishid was so afraid was not because he and His Highness were classmates or friends, but more importantly, because in his eyes, His Highness was the hope for Iran's future.

The Iranians will no longer want the Pahlavi, but they do not reject Princess Adhi. After all, for many years, in Iran, the princess has been a symbol of justice and benevolence, even among the clerics.

Therefore, during the previous turmoil, some people shouted the slogan – "We want princesses, not kings."

That is why Al-Ahid came to Chang'an. He tried to win the princess's support, or rather, to show her that they, these officers, were on her side and hoped to fight for the future of Iran under her leadership.

But as soon as they arrived in Chang'an, they received shocking news—Prince Sadar was at the front!
"My God, if something unexpected happens, then everything will be over!"

While praying, Ashid hurriedly bought a plane ticket to Bangkok.

On the flight to Bangkok, all Ashid could do was pray. After all, guns and cannons have no eyes on the battlefield; what if, what if…

There's no chance of anything going wrong!
After all, the SEA's air power is so strong that they haven't lost a single plane since the start of the war. His Highness should be safe there!
Udon Thani Air Base.

After the outbreak of the Sino-Yugoslav Wars, this place became the focus of the world. This base not only deployed the most advanced F3 fighter jets, but also served as a forward operating base for ASEAN air forces to conduct air strikes against Chenla and Saigon.

At dawn, the indicator lights at the end of the runway pierced the morning light, and more than a dozen fully loaded F2 fighter jets were ready to take off.

Sadar pulled the control stick, the fighter jet's engine roared to life, and it quickly taxied before finally soaring upwards. His wingman and several other fighters followed closely behind, the formation piercing the clouds as usual, heading towards their designated target within Cambodian territory.

This was just a routine attack mission.

Today marks the 100th day since the outbreak of war.

Compared to the near-devastating bombing of Thang Long, the bombing of targets within Chenla was carried out by fighter jets.

Electronic jamming aircraft wove a protective net across the airspace, freeing Sadar and his comrades from any fear of ground attacks—the SAM missiles that had once terrified their American counterparts were either destroyed by drones or rendered blind, completely losing their threat. Now, the entire skies over central and southern China were theirs.

"It's just like a drill!"

The same thought popped into Sadar's mind again; it wasn't just him who thought this way, but everyone felt the same way.

The war was fought too easily.

After an hour's flight, when the aircraft group arrived over the target area, the ground positions of the Thanglong Army were hidden in the rainforest.

Based on the location provided by intelligence, Sadar steadily piloted his fighter jet and pressed the bomb release button. The laser-guided bomb detached from its pylon and flew towards the target. Moments later, thick smoke billowed from the ground, engulfing the rainforest.

The whole process was just like the training I did at flight school, and I didn't even feel nervous at all.

"Target destroyed, requesting return."

"Received, formation returning to base."

After completing the attack on the target and dropping dozens of bombs, the fighter jets changed course and flew back towards the base.

Silence fell over the cockpit again. Sadar sighed softly and said:

"Another boring day."

He had barely finished speaking when his wingman's voice came through:
"Yeah, it was a really boring day. There wasn't even any decent resistance the whole time. It felt like going to a firing range to throw grenades."

"Resistance? What are they relying on to resist? Slingshots? I heard that the Thang Long Army is having trouble even getting food because of the lack of supplies."

This is the damage caused by the air strikes—the logistics of the Thang Long Army stationed in Chenla were completely cut off. They could not obtain replenishment of ammunition and other supplies, and even food was in short supply. Such attacks will continue until the Thang Long Army completely surrenders.

The return journey seemed longer than the way there.

As the plane landed and taxied, the ground crew on the tarmac were already waiting nearby.

After parking the aircraft, Sadar unbuckled his seatbelt, opened the canopy, and jumped directly out of the fighter jet. He then went with his comrades to the operations room to conduct a mission debriefing.

What can be summarized from this kind of task?
It was just a brief exchange.

They quickly completed the task summary.

"Where are we going later?"

"Go to the Air Force Club."

The so-called Air Force Club is not official; it's a bar near the base that served U.S. military personnel during the U.S. military era and is now a military playground for soldiers from ASEAN countries.

When the bar door was pushed open, deafening music and the smell of alcohol and perfume hit them at once. The bar was already packed with people, mostly pilots like themselves.

In the dim light, a group of women in revealing miniskirts walked back and forth, their skirts swaying with their steps, revealing their fair thighs. They came from the Philippines, Java, and other places, with alluring smiles on their faces. They sat in the laps of men, speaking fluent or broken English, their laughter coquettish, their eyes sparkling with a watery light.

These foreign women come here to work in the service industry. To limit their numbers, the authorities have implemented a "work permit" system, allowing them to stay for only two years before being deported. Furthermore, they are not allowed to marry locals, nor can they return to their previous jobs. Therefore, these hostesses from various countries are essentially here to earn a quick buck for two years.

That's why they always take the initiative. As soon as Sadar sat down with his comrades, several women in red miniskirts walked towards them. While his comrades were laughing and joking with the women they knew, Sadar refused. He didn't like it, but after the mission, he had no choice but to come here with his comrades to relax.

After ordering an ice-cold beer, Sardar chatted with his comrades as usual. They joked with the girls while discussing the mission they had just completed, their tone full of nonchalant banter. The conversation quickly shifted to other things.

At this point, Sadar no longer needed to respond to them. After his comrades left, he simply drank his beer silently, his gaze aimlessly sweeping over the noisy crowd in the bar.

The soldiers here are all from ASEAN countries, as can be seen from their armbands. The current military operation is a military operation by ASEAN countries.

However, you won't see the South Korean pilots who just participated here. The reason is simple: you have to spend money to come here.

"...Compared to the strategic bombers that took off from Yongping Island, the strikes carried out here are child's play."

At that moment, a voice coming from the side made Sadar look over.

Judging from their attire, they are likely journalists from various countries, with the majority being Western journalists.

“Yes, hundreds of bombers take off every day, and thousands of tons of bombs fall on Sengyong every day. I heard from Ivan of TASS that everything in Sengyong has been destroyed—all the bridges, tunnels, factories, power plants, ports, and even the fishing boats have been destroyed.”

The speaker was a man wearing a tropical floral shirt; his hair was gray, and he looked to be about fifty years old.

"Rising Dragon has now become a primitive country. Even in the city center, there are no electric lights because all the power plants have been destroyed, although the Russians have brought them generators. But they are unable to resume production due to the bombing—even their coal reserves have been destroyed!"

At this moment, the man took a sip of whiskey and said:
"One hundred days of bombing! In just one hundred days, the Rising Dragon Kingdom regressed to a state before the 19th century. I really don't know what they are still holding on to? Are they just stubbornly marching towards their own demise?"

Another reporter said:
"They are persisting in their march to death. Chang'an is different from Washington. Washington's bombing back then was a gradual escalation, but Chang'an started with overwhelming bombing, directly destroying everything they had. It was through this extreme pressure that they forced Shenglong to agree to their conditions."

"Chang'an's plan is good, but it is difficult for Sheng Long to make concessions. After all, it means that they have to give up all the fruits of victory since the war against the United States. It's not just about withdrawing troops from Zhenla, but also Saigon. They are also required to withdraw troops from Saigon."

Most of these journalists have worked in Southeast Asia for many years, so they are very familiar with these countries and know clearly what concessions Thang Long would never make.

"So, you mean that Rising Dragon is unlikely to make any concessions?"

"At least not now."

The man shook his head and said:
"For the Rising Dragons, the bombing of Chang'an was not the most fatal blow. The fatal blow was that once they made concessions, what they would give up was not just all the fruits of victory, but defeat, utter defeat! It could be said to symbolize the failure of all the policies and regulations they had implemented since independence. They had achieved victory at the cost of losing 2.5-3% of their pre-war population, and they had failed just like that. Who could bear such a price?"

“That’s right. Their ability to bear the cost of war is unprecedented. Just a few days ago, Rising Dragon firmly stated that if the SEA wanted to fight for 20 years, then they would fight for 20 years. This clearly shows that they are willing to make huge sacrifices to achieve their goals. No matter how amazing the results the Americans achieve on the battlefield, it is difficult to destroy their fighting will.”

What were the results of the 100-day bombing campaign?
It is their determination to fight the war to the bitter end at all costs that has led to the situation they now face.

After he finished speaking, someone said:

"The key is hope. Rising Dragon still has hope, namely Moscow. As long as there is only one port that remains open to the outside world, they will fight to the end."

And now, Moscow's support for them has not stopped, even though they have blocked all ports and skies.

However, Jinlan Bay remains freely accessible, and this is the North's hope. As long as this hope exists, they will persevere to the end.

Then someone else said:
“You’re right. For them, Moscow is their only hope now. As long as Moscow continues to support them, and as long as Russians continue to come and go in Cam Ranh Bay, then Thang Long will definitely continue to hold on. After all, the Allied forces haven’t blockaded Cam Ranh Bay yet.”

"Haha, they still have some reservations."

Listening to their laughter, Sadar couldn't help but think to himself, "Russian planes at Golden Bay can't possibly take off."

In fact, on the very day the war broke out, Soviet pilots attempted to break through the blockade, but faced with the Allied forces' tough stance, they ultimately chose to return to base.

Thinking this, Sadar said to himself:
"It's just that the ship can go out."

However, he did not go over to explain these things, because in his view, these matters had nothing to do with him.

As for those reporters, they're just bored, because besides venting their frustrations here, they don't go anywhere else.

After all, war zones are fraught with risks, and who among the journalists can guarantee there aren't spies? Therefore, all journalists must obtain permission from the Allied Command to conduct interviews.

Otherwise, once they enter the front lines, the military police can arrest them on espionage charges. And during wartime, espionage... can result in immediate execution.

Even the most audacious and reckless Western journalists are very clear about where their bottom line is.

Therefore, they could only conduct interviews in the rear or within the scope permitted by the coalition headquarters, which also meant they could only vent and complain in these safe places.

"They're just a bunch of bored idiots."

Sadar muttered a complaint to himself, then continued drinking his beer. Unlike the other pilots, he didn't have any dancers around him, but he also only drank one beer at a time.

This was just to keep my friends company and kill some time; after all, these days are just too boring…

(End of this chapter)