Chapter 91

Not only Chef Abel from the base cafeteria, but also Chief Mechanic Xiao Lao Da and Deputy Squadron Leader "Devil Pepper" Elene Rousius of the "True Fragrance" squadron called to inform Chen Fei that a conflict was about to begin. They wanted to give the rookie a heads-up so he wouldn't be scared to death before the enemy even arrived, and do something rash and impulsive.

As for the head of the "True Fragrance" squadron, Chekhov the Grizzly, he was probably poring over the contour map of the Hindu Kush region, planning various ambush tactics and even proactive strikes to take the initiative.

All the fighter pilots were attackers, with all their skill points allocated to attack and speed. They were all offense, full speed, low sensitivity, and zero defense. A slight touch would finish them off. Making fighter pilots defend a position was worse than just killing them outright; it was simply impossible!

Sneaky ambushes, dropping bombs and running away—that was the way to go. What era is this? Still dogfighting? Playing with dogs?

Personnel Manager Takal was leading a protest within the base, taking the opportunity to gain some benefits for himself. Only a few employees with unclear heads were following him blindly, while most people stayed at their posts, even creating a wartime shift schedule to ensure that there was always someone on duty 24 hours a day.

After all, at this critical moment, they couldn't afford to lose their composure. If they gave the Miman Brothers United Defense Consortium an opportunity, no one would survive.

Bullets and bombs have no eyes. When the bombs are dropped and the missiles land, there will be no mercy.

An A-39B "Big Mouth" light turboprop attack aircraft, equipped with drop tanks and electronic pods, took off and circled around the 911 Air Base, maintaining constant vigilance to prevent a surprise attack by the Miman Brothers United Defense Consortium, similar to the one that 911 Air Base launched against 897 Air Base.

If 897 Air Base had a turboprop aircraft with a tactical electronic reconnaissance pod patrolling the area, the "True Fragrance" squadron's five "Big Mouths" would not have been able to successfully carry out a low-altitude surprise attack.

Learning from the mistakes of the defeated, 911 Air Base was on high alert.

The "Big Mouth" could remain airborne for 15 hours, but the pilots couldn't handle such a long flight. They had to switch every four hours and wear diapers. The more critical the situation, the more the pilots had to avoid fatigue.

911 Air Base and Tianqi Defense were not worried about the Miman Brothers United Defense Consortium using stealth fighters that could evade radar detection. No military contractor could possess such sovereign-level weapons.

However, bad news came: 909 Air Base, located to the south of 911 Air Base, had defected. They had once fought side by side against the golden dragon Bit, sharing the spoils from Tianqi Defense, but now they had turned to the industry giant Miman Brothers United Defense Consortium without hesitation.

What was most infuriating was that after the "True Fragrance" squadron's successful raid on 897 Air Base, they had stopped to rest and resupply at 909 Air Base. Logically, they should have been close allies.

But despite this, the military contractor behind 909 Air Base chose to betray them.

Fortunately, the intelligence work of Tianqi Defense, the superior of 911 Air Base, was effective, and they received this crucial information in time, otherwise they would have suffered a significant loss.

909 Air Base even feigned concern, asking if they needed support, but 911 Air Base saw through their ulterior motives and rebuked them.

The two neighboring air bases had not yet engaged in actual combat, but they were already engaged in a public verbal battle over the communication channels. One side accused the other of ingratitude, while the other accused them of monopolizing the benefits. Each had their own reasons, and everyone could hear the唾沫星子 flying in the air.

Throughout history, verbal battles have always been one of the most common military tactics, falling under the category of psychological warfare. Whoever takes it seriously loses.

The corporate war between the 27th and 8th ranked companies was too lopsided in terms of strength.

As the weaker party, Tianqi Defense did not sit idly by, waiting to be attacked. Instead, they were actively forming alliances, using various resource exchanges to try to privately reconcile with the Miman Brothers United Defense Consortium and cancel the corporate war, at least to avoid a complete annihilation.

After all, if both sides engaged in a full-scale conflict, Tianqi Defense would definitely suffer. They had to use any means necessary to resolve this crisis.

After sunset, Chen Fei brought Little Bird and its new nest to the Target low-temperature nuclear fusion energy tower's steel shed to take over the shift from Grandpa Barut.

Now that 911 Air Base was facing a sudden corporate war, the energy tower, which already required someone to be on duty, needed even more attention.

Task List:

1. Devour 1 ton of metal, gain 1 energy point (daily task)

2. Kill a good person within 52 hours, gain 100 energy points (task not completed on time, die!)

In this remote area, where was Chen Fei supposed to find a good person to kill? The big grizzly he most wanted to kill wasn't a good person, and Teacher Shen Fei was definitely a good person. Could he bring himself to do it?

Counting on his fingers, he had died twice in a month. Was Chen Fei still afraid of death?

To hell with it, let it be!

Fortunately, during the corporate war, all employees of 911 Air Base received double pay, double war compensation, and increased disability and accidental death insurance. It was worth it.

If anything happened, the third-stage light magic core and the Pure Light Sparrow Chirp would ensure that the Chen family would live in glory for generations. It was a win-win situation.

If anyone dared to touch this last line of defense, the golden dragon Iridium and the Sky Dragon City behind it would make them regret ever being born.

Chen Fei put down his things and got ready.

"Grandpa, your horse stance technique really works."

Indeed, after practicing the "toilet squat" for a few days, not only did his strength increase, but his spirit and energy also improved.

"Today, we won't practice the horse stance. We need to conserve energy. I'll teach you a breathing technique. Start with this."

The Neanderthal old man held a long, thin cone, which glowed a purplish-blue and had fine hemp ropes wrapped around the middle. The sharp tip was adorned with a red tassel, making it look like a cold weapon.

Chen Fei examined the long, thin cone, which was almost as tall as himself, and asked in confusion, "Hey, Grandpa Barut, what's that thing in your hand?"

"It's called a Blood Spike, my lifelong companion."

Barut hunched over, as if reminiscing about his past glory.

Now he was just an old man on the verge of death, no longer a elite warrior guarding the Supreme Council. His last bit of pride would be buried with him, leaving no trace in the world.

Barut looked at Chen Fei and said, "The breathing technique I'm going to teach you is an internal strengthening method. The horse stance strengthens the muscles and bones, while breathing regulates the organs and blood. The key is simple: nine shallow breaths followed by one deep breath. Breathe quickly for the shallow breaths, and slowly for the deep breath. Pause for three seconds before continuing."

The more advanced techniques are often the simplest.

Chen Fei tried the "nine shallow, one deep" breathing technique for a few minutes. At first, he was a bit uncomfortable, but he quickly got the hang of it and found it quite interesting.

However, the internal strengthening breathing technique, like the horse stance, does not show immediate results. The longer you persist, the more effective it becomes.

"It seems you've got it. I have nothing else to teach you."

Barut sighed with a melancholy look.

Is that it?

Chen Fei was taken aback but didn't believe it. He said, "Grandpa Barut, you must have other skills. Whether it's one or two, teach me everything!"

"Hehe, there is one more!"

Barut pointed to the blood-red tattoos on his body and said mysteriously, "My war tattoos. Do you want to inherit them?"

"War tattoos?"

Chen Fei's hair stood on end. The old man's tattoos were terrifying just to look at. He didn't want them!

Would he still be able to have a girlfriend if he got these tattoos?

"That's right. The horse stance, the breathing technique, and these war tattoos are the secret techniques of my warrior clan, 'Determined to Die'!"

Barut shook the "Blood Spike" in his hand, and the long, thin cone vibrated, emitting a low hum.

He turned the sharp end and pointed it at a nearby bush, eyes wide, and roared, "Come out! You cowardly rats!"