You were asked to repeat your senior year of high school, and you took advantage of the opportunity

after one day.

A 300,000-ton container ship has entered the port of La Guaira, Venezuela.

Dongda is Venezuela's largest trading partner.

Therefore, it is not surprising that a 300,000-ton container ship flying the flag of Dongda University sailed into the country's largest port.

However, it was precisely when this 300,000-ton container ship departed from Dongda Port that it attracted the world's attention.

Coincidentally.

A long-range fleet of the Dongda Navy

—A Type 052D destroyer (Xingcheng), a Type 052C destroyer (Quancheng), and a replenishment ship (the Type 901 replenishment ship Hulunhu) have also begun long-range training crossing the Pacific Ocean.

Even more coincidentally,

The ocean-going fleet remained hundreds of nautical miles away from the 300,000-ton container ship.

So it took more than a month of 'long journey'.

The container ship finally entered the Caribbean Sea and docked at La Guaira, Venezuela's largest port.

Suburbs of Caracas.

Bangalore West Military Airport.

In the conference room.

Jiang Chen tapped on the keyboard, and several satellite images appeared on the projector one after another.

He began, "Comrades, we've got work to do."

"According to reliable intelligence, the US is resorting to its old trick of 'proxy wars' again."

"However, this time the US has really hit a nerve with us, because the US actually brought in a group of pilots from East Asia to support the Venezuelan anti-government forces."

"You probably already have a pretty good idea of ​​who these pilots from East Asia are."

"correct."

"It's the Japanese and our unfilial sons!"

"So this time, without a doubt, if we don't leave all these bastards in the South American rainforest, then we've wasted our time wearing these uniforms."

Jiang Chen hadn't finished speaking.

A buzzing sound of discussion filled the conference room.

Almost everyone's face was filled with excitement.

Some even clenched their fists and said, "Damn, it's like someone delivered a pillow when you're sleepy."

"Hahaha, if those bastards back home knew how well we're eating, they'd probably grind their teeth to dust in envy."

"Alright, let's settle both old and new scores together."

"The Americans really understand us; they know which people to send to unleash our greatest fighting power."

"No doubt about it. If even one fish escapes the net, then we will have truly let down our ancestors and the country and the army after so many years of training."

"None of you are allowed to take this from me! I'm going to beat you to a pulp this time!"

"Hahaha, our Liang family's ancestral graves are actually emitting auspicious smoke!"
Putting everything else aside.

This morale alone is enough to terrify the enemy.

After all, a large part of the University of Tokyo's century-long history of humiliation was due to a certain wicked neighbor who was "bound by mountains and seas but irreconcilable enemies".

Moreover, that wicked neighbor was not thoroughly punished.

They'll disgust you and mock you every single day.

In other words, the world's international situation changed completely from the second half of the 20th century to the 21st century.

War is no longer the main theme, and globalization has long been deeply ingrained in people's minds.

To make up for the debts accumulated over a century ago, the University of Tokyo has been focusing on development in recent decades.

otherwise.

That stupid, disgusting country was already exterminated long ago.

Many people say that the hawks at the University of Tokyo are among the general public.

Actually, that's not the case. The military is always the biggest hawk.

Whether it's driven by a grander vision of national and personal vendettas, or a smaller vision of bringing glory to one's ancestors and achieving official promotion and wealth.

Soldiers yearn for war more than ordinary people.

Especially when the enemy in the war is a mortal foe.

There is nothing more to say.

Just do it and that's it.

Jiang Chen and his group originally thought that coming to Venezuela would at most involve teaching students, selling weapons, and at most confronting and chasing the United States.

The worst-case scenario.

At most, it can help crack down on drug traffickers (opposition factions).

I never expected the surprise to come so suddenly.

The little Japanese devil and the unfilial son actually delivered themselves to our door.

Since they've come to us of their own accord, there's nothing more to say.

Let's beat him up.

Just as Jiang Chen said to the Venezuelan Chief of General Staff at yesterday's meeting.
—Venezuela is no longer involved.

"Shut up, all of you," he raised his hand, signaling everyone to be quiet. "All of you, shut the hell up."

"Those who can be sent to Guyana must be the elites of the Japanese and the Ryukyu Kingdom. So if you continue to underestimate your enemy, forget about bringing glory to your ancestors or making your ancestors' graves emitting auspicious smoke. You'll be lucky if you don't embarrass your ancestors."

Jiang Chencai finished speaking.

This immediately aroused widespread dissatisfaction.

"Those little Japanese have some elite players, and I've fought them before. I kited them like dogs back then, and if we weren't forbidden from firing, I would have gotten first blood already."

"Before I joined the 'Hungry Wolf Squadron,' I would go to the East China Sea every few days, which scared the Japanese so much that they would scramble F-15s and F-4Es to escort me every day."

"Besides being amazing at taking photos and being our go-to photographer, the Japanese are terrible at everything else."

"That's right, Captain, you shouldn't boost others' morale and diminish your own."
Jiang Chen, with a stern face, addressed the clamoring crowd, "Stop your fucking nonsense! If you're so great, why don't you just shovel that toilet upside down? Listen to me."

He tapped on the keyboard.

soon.

Several more satellite images appeared on the projector.

"According to images taken by reconnaissance satellites, there are now more than 20 US-made fighter jets at the two border airports in Guyana."

"The models are the F-15E and F-16E/F. I don't need to go into detail about the performance of these two fighter jets. Even within the US military, their combat capabilities are second only to the F-22 Raptor and F-35 Lightning, which is why they are touted as the most powerful fourth-generation fighter jet (new US standard)."

"There are even two E-2D airborne early warning aircraft."

"However, the only equipment we can rely on right now is the outdated F-16 and Su-30MKV. Our equipment is inferior to that of the enemy."

"In other words, although our pilots are of higher overall quality than the enemy, our equipment is a hindrance. Our overall strength is about equal to that of the enemy, and we do not have a significant advantage."

“If you don’t want to be buried in a foreign land and return to China alive, then you all better put away your contempt.”

"This is Venezuela, not China. So there are no J-20 Mighty Dragons here, not even J-10C Fierce Dragons. Sister Pomegranate, the J-11BG is here to wreak havoc on you."

Jiang Chencai finished speaking.

The atmosphere in the meeting room instantly became somewhat heavy.

The high spirits they had just displayed have diminished considerably.

Many people even frowned, looking at the PowerPoint presentation on the projector with serious expressions.

Equipment is a major weakness.

There is no advanced equipment to counter it.

No matter how capable a pilot is, he can't cook without rice!
"Didn't a container ship arrive from China today? Didn't it bring any useful equipment?" someone asked.

Jiang Chen shrugged before saying, "Yes, there are, but they're not fighter jets."

He finished.

Disappointment was evident on everyone else's faces. (End of Chapter)