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"Air raid~~~ Air raid~~~ Air raid~~~"

Saints Military Airport Control Tower.

The radar operator let out a piercing scream.

Commander Kumada Jiyu was so frightened that his voice trembled. He held the communicator with both hands and shouted at the other end in a pleading tone, "Our army is under large-scale air attack by the enemy. We request support, we request support, we request support."

His distress call was directed to the USS Roosevelt carrier strike group, located hundreds of kilometers away in the Caribbean Sea.

However, unless US military aircraft can travel through time and space.

Otherwise, even if the USS Roosevelt carrier strike group scrambled F-35B carrier-based aircraft to arrive at supersonic cruise speed, it would be too late.

Because of enemy aircraft.

At this point, they were less than 50 kilometers from the Saints military airfield.

Searchlights from the Saints Military Airfield pierced the darkness.

The bombed runway is now engulfed in flames.

The sound of the explosion echoed throughout the entire airport.

On the radar screen in the control tower, countless green dots could be seen surging in like a tide.

These countless points of light formed an insurmountable steel swarm tens of kilometers away.

—This is the enemy's drone swarm.

The swarm of drones almost filled half of the radar screen.

The number is at least three hundred or more.

Moreover, the altitude of this swarm of drones was only a mere two hundred meters at this time.

It hurtled toward Saints' military airfield at an extremely low altitude.

The sounds of explosions and air raid sirens mingled together.

Saints Airfield is in complete chaos.

Control tower.

When the Japanese controllers saw the dense cluster of green dots, almost all of them were plunged into despair.

They knew that Dongda University's drones were powerful.

Because back in East Asia, the Japanese navy and air force had already clashed with the University of Tokyo's drones.

They've faced off quite a few times.

Moreover, Japan was aware that the University of Tokyo was attempting to use drones to gain an unfair advantage.

Southeast University is now in a commanding lead in the field of drones.

Civilian drones account for more than 70 percent of the world's drone market, and military drones also outperform the United States.

Especially drones exported to the Middle East and North Africa.

Not only are they relatively inexpensive, but they are also far more powerful than those of the United States.

However, Japan has always believed that these low-speed drones are sitting ducks in the face of powerful air defense systems.

Only small and weak countries fear drone attacks. Countries like Japan, with their powerful air force and air defense capabilities, have nothing to fear from drones.
But now, seeing swarms of drones hurtling towards their military airfield like a swarm of killer bees, they were not only terrified, but also plunged into deep despair.

Even though the drones haven't flown over their heads yet to drop bombs.

However, they still felt the terror of the drone swarm.

"Anti-aircraft guns, anti-aircraft gun crew in position."

"Activate the anti-aircraft missiles immediately and shoot down all the enemy planes!"
The area outside the airport.

The Japanese commander roared loudly.

But his soldiers were like headless flies.

Running around everywhere.

at this time.

Jiang Chen and Xiao Yuan have already blown up the runway at the Saints military airport and made their escape.

But the two of them haven't gone far.

Instead, it remains outside the range of the enemy's short-range air defense missiles.

Xiao Yuan looked at the airborne radar screen.

A dense swarm of drones gasped, "Damn, drones may be slow and carry few weapons, but they're plentiful and plentiful."

"I can't even imagine what I would do if the airport I'm protecting were attacked by more than 300 drones."

Jiang Chen came to his senses.

He said calmly, "You're just worrying unnecessarily. Currently, we're the only ones in the world capable of using hundreds of military drones for large-scale airstrikes. So you don't need to worry about what you'd do if the airport you're protecting were attacked by a large-scale drone strike."

"And it's not like there's no way to break it."

"With sufficient electronic warfare capabilities, these drones can be rendered useless. This is because all drones are remotely controlled and require communication and wireless command."

"If we can't win in electronic warfare, we'll have to resort to the old methods from World War II."

Xiao Yuan hurriedly asked, "What method?"

“Use anti-aircraft guns and anti-aircraft machine guns to deal with the drone swarm,” Jiang Chen explained. “Anyway, drones are relatively slow at the moment. Setting up dozens of anti-aircraft gun and anti-aircraft machine gun positions around the airport should be able to shoot down most of the drones.”

"What a pity," Jiang Chen said gloatingly. "The Japanese are still stuck in their thinking from a few years ago and can't appreciate the power of drone swarms."

"This air raid by more than 300 drones will not only take away tens of thousands of tons of military supplies from Saints Airport, but also ensure that hundreds or thousands of Japanese soldiers will not return."

"Cool!"

"Whenever I see Japanese soldiers lying dead all over the ground, I feel like I'm drinking an ice-cold Coke on a sweltering summer day."

"That was awesome!"

Xiao Yuan chuckled strangely, "Hehehe, I didn't realize it until you said it, but now that you've mentioned it, I feel incredibly satisfied."

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.

P.S.: This chapter is a bit shorter, but updates have resumed. However, I'll still update about once a day from now on. Once I finish this climax, the story will officially end, and I'll start a new book. Please continue to support me, everyone! (End of Chapter)