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"Hold!"

"Then how can we fight?"

Xiao Yuan complained, "The Americans didn't just provide the Venezuelan Air Force with those few pieces of junk (basic F-16A/B versions), they provided the latest version with active phased array radar. Not to mention the F-15E heavy fighter."

"Don't forget they also have airborne early warning aircraft," someone added from the side.

"Moreover, this is only what's on the surface. No one can guarantee that the US has only provided these two types of fighter jets. It's unlikely that the US might secretly transport a few F-35A fighters or even F-22 Raptors. The US wouldn't easily hand over such a national treasure to another country, let alone to those rebellious Japanese."

"In other words, we have no way to play with the cards we have."

"Yeah, let alone Sister Pomegranate, we don't even have J-10C Mighty Dragons or J-11BGs. How can we fight a war like this?"

"If we can't get support from domestically produced fighter jets, then getting one or two domestically produced airborne early warning aircraft will do."
The meeting room remained noisy.

However, it's different from the high morale we had just displayed.

Almost everyone looked somewhat solemn.

Modern warfare, especially modern air warfare, relies heavily on equipment.

Having an iron will alone is not enough to win modern warfare; you must also ensure that your equipment is not outmatched by your opponent.

So it's not that they're afraid of fighting.

Instead, they knew that rich combat experience and skillful techniques alone could not bridge the gap between them and the enemy.

Therefore, the next battle will not be easy.

The key is.

This is not just a war between Venezuelan states.

If they lose, the Venezuelan government could be overthrown by the opposition.

The University of Tokyo will also lose face.

It continues to be suppressed by the West.

The West will no longer be wary of the rising military strength of Tokyo University in recent years, and will instead choose a more aggressive approach.

Therefore, we must not only win this small-scale battle that follows.

Moreover, it must be a beautiful victory, a decisive one, and a victory that will go down in history.

Can be imagined.

How much pressure are the team members under?

They are under a lot of pressure.

As a military commander, Jiang Chen faced even greater pressure.

He was so exhausted that he hadn't slept for two days and two nights straight.

However, Jiang Chen was as energetic as if he had been injected with chicken blood.

His eyes were bloodshot, but his face showed no signs of fatigue.

He noticed that most of the people in the conference room had somewhat solemn expressions on their faces.

He immediately retorted sarcastically, "Oh, you're scared already?"

"Weren't you all just yelling that your ancestors' graves were emitting auspicious smoke?"

"Yang Wei was here in just a few minutes?"

"So next time you guys brag, do it behind someone's back, otherwise it'll be embarrassing if you stand out."

"You guys always act all high and mighty, I thought you were really awesome. Turns out you're all just for show, you're useless without the Raptors and Dragons."

"I tell you, no matter how the war develops, the only factor that determines the outcome of the war is people."

"Therefore, we are the ones who decide the outcome of the war."

"Decades ago, the gap between our ancestors and the enemy was even greater and more horrifying than it is now. Didn't our ancestors still drive out the invaders and win the war to establish the nation?" "Besides."

"If there are no airplanes on a container ship, does that mean there are no other equipment?"

"Look at how meek you all are. If you really don't dare to hit me, I'll lend you my underwear. Just surrender like the French by raising the white flag."

His angry, sarcastic rebuke immediately made everyone's faces turn somewhat ugly.

Xiao Yuan replied, "Little Orange."

Jiang Chen glanced at him and said coldly, "Use titles in formal settings."

"Yes." Xiao Yuan said seriously with a straight face, "We're not admitting defeat, but there are objective factors at play."

"If we were afraid of death, we wouldn't have come to this godforsaken place from China. We're not afraid of death; what we're afraid of is what we'll do if we lose this battle?"

"Even if I die, it will be an unforgivable sin."

Others chimed in, "Yes, Jiang Tuan, it's not that we're afraid of dying, it's that we're afraid of losing."

"This battle is of great importance, and we are just being cautious."

Jiang Chen continued with a cold laugh, "Being afraid of death and being afraid of losing are the same thing. What war in this world is guaranteed to be won? Even when the Americans fought in Panama, Grenada, and Iraq, they were just putting on a show of fighting like a lion against a rabbit."

"A failed military operation in Somalia has been ridiculed ever since."

"So don't tell me you're not afraid of death but afraid of losing."

"The word 'defeat' doesn't exist in my dictionary. I've called you all here for a meeting not to hear your discouraging words, but to brainstorm and come up with a battle plan."

Ma Shankui saw this.

He quickly stepped in to smooth things over, saying, "It's not that Jiang Tuan wants to get angry, but it's really inappropriate for you to boost the morale of others before the fight has even started."

"The enemy's equipment is indeed slightly better than ours, but we are not without the ability to fight. A batch of advanced air-to-air missiles and air-to-ground missiles have been transported from the country, as well as a full five HQ-9B air defense missile battalions."

"With the support of ground-based air defense forces, we are already in an invincible position."

"So instead of thinking about the consequences of losing, you need to focus on how to win."

In the conference room.

There was a moment of silence.

Meng Fan, who had been silent until now, finally spoke first, breaking the silence in the conference room. "I'm not trying to be pessimistic, but even with the support of ground air defense forces, our chances of winning against the enemy are only fifty-fifty. If we want to win, we must strike first."

Jiang Chen nodded.

He picked up the thread, saying, "Sour lemon hit the nail on the head."

"That's what I mean too, it's better to strike first."

Ma Shankui immediately said, "No, the enemy's airfield is in Guyana, we can't cross the border to strike."

Jiang Chen stood up, walked to the electronic sand table, and said, "I never care about border crossings. Since Guyana dared to accept US military aircraft, it should bear the responsibility of being beaten up."

"Moreover, my plan is not to strike first, but to feign a preemptive strike to lure enemy aircraft into attacking. Once it is confirmed that the enemy aircraft took off from the airport in Guyana and attacked our formation, wouldn't our formation's counterattack against the Guyana airport be entirely in accordance with international law?"

Listen to him.

The others also showed signs of understanding.

Everyone stood up and gathered around the electronic sand table.

Jiang Chen pointed to the two airports on the border and said, "Next, we will conduct a war game to verify whether my plan is feasible."

"The two Guyana airports codenamed '01' and '02' are currently occupied by Japanese and Ryukyu rebels. Although those 'frogs' are boasting loudly that our ability to shoot down their 'illusions' is just wishful thinking, the 'strawberry soldiers' are indeed the weakest link. What I mean is, if we start with the strawberry soldiers, will it have an unexpected effect?"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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