"What? 16 Xiaolong jets and an information support unit?" 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Joe Ga, busy by himself in a secret warehouse at Oscar Port, seemed puzzled as he received a call from his brother: "Does Pakistan have an information support unit?"

Qiao Liang on the other end paused for a moment, then said hesitantly: "I bought the Xiaolong jets from Pakistan, but the pilots were coordinated with help from back home…

Nan Batian was borrowed by you to fly the Su-27, and these 8 pilots are comrades of the hero Wang Wei from the south…"

Taking advantage of Joe Ga's moment of hesitation, Qiao Liang continued, "Don't ask about the information support unit. This unit hasn't officially formed yet; the people who are going used to serve in the Strategic Support Force, and Qing Shan will take them on a transport plane to Sweden…

Brother, time is too tight; otherwise, we could mobilize more forces!"

Joe Ga listened, rubbed his cheeks vigorously, and said, "Is there anything else besides these?"

After a moment of silence, Qiao Liang said, "The returning Weipei Lute Squadron will go with them, along with a Pakistani special forces unit, and a batch of specially made 120mm guided mortar shells and drones will be sent over with them.

Brother, someone asked me to tell you that if you have any equipment requirements, you can continue to express them, and they will do their best to deliver them before the exercise begins.

At the same time, they are coordinating with Russia's Baltic Fleet, just in case, regardless of whether it can be used in the end.

They said they can't participate in the battle on the island, but they will help hold off the NATO troops and strive to win on the ground!

Wishing you a triumphant return!!"

Having just assembled a box of 600 Springblade drones, Joe Ga rubbed his nose and let out a long sigh…

"Everyone wants to have a go, so let's do it. This level of exercise is better than a real showdown."

Qiao Liang smiled helplessly and said, "Bro, I don't understand why you're taking such a risk, but I support you…

Do you have enough manpower over there?

The Taliban and the Kandahar City Guard have expressed their willingness to send people to Gotland Island to fight…

I have a transport plane ready here, and if it takes off now, they can be there by tonight."

Joe Ga was amused and laughed, saying, "Why does everyone want to squeeze into the most intense spot?

How big is Gotland? How can it use so many people?"

Qiao Liang was taken aback and curiously said, "Is it a lot of people?"

Sitting on an ammunition box, Joe Ga looked at an S400 set gradually taking shape in the room, and he laughed, "Syrian Secure Zone, Iraqi Special Forces, Arakanese from Mian Dian, Cossacks, even people from Hamas are calling me…"

Qiao Liang, hearing this, excitedly said, "Let them come, do you mind having too many people at a time like this?

I'll arrange a passenger plane for them!"

After hearing this, Joe Ga shook his head with a smile and said, "There's no place for them on Gotland Island, Xiao Liang; it's a battlefield reserved for P·B's core strength…

Even if they want to die, they'd have to queue up, and they definitely wouldn't get in!

You probably don't know how many core members of P·B there are now…"

............

In Sangha Town, Igor sat on the steps of his mountaintop estate, frowning as he watched the P·B soldiers gathering in front of the door…

Isabel stood behind him, holding onto his shoulder, twisting her little waist happily, and said, "Brother, take me to play. I want to go to war too…"

Igor, forcibly sent back to Sangha Town, glanced at Karman standing nearby and said with a bitter face, "Mom locked herself in the room and won't come out, Dragon Gecko disagrees, and now I don't know what to do…"

Isabel didn't understand what Igor was saying; she hugged Igor's neck and said while bouncing up and down, "Dad made Devil Bird Mom angry; let's get her some ice cream to eat…

I feel happy when I eat ice cream, and Devil Bird Mom surely will too!"

Igor didn't have time to deal with his sister. He held Isabel's hands carefully to prevent her from choking him, eyes fixed on those anteater-like soldiers standing like statues, along with a few officers…

The previous playful atmosphere was gone, the solemnity and killing intent radiated by the anteaters made Igor yearn for it, but he couldn't blend in for the moment, which troubled him greatly…

As Igor didn't know what to do, Karman reached out a big hand to rub his head and said, "Don't worry, they will become your troops one day in the future, but now…

They are 'Hu Lang's troops'!"

Igor looked up at Karman's old face lacking much expression and said, "Why are they so serious?"

Karman listened, fell silent for a moment, and then said, "They want to fight for honor; right now, there's nothing else in their heads!

Igor, remember how they look now. They are the best soldiers because they will stop at nothing to fight for honor!

That's what your father promised them!"

Igor didn't fully understand; he scratched his messy hair, frustrated, and said, "Then what are they waiting for now?"

Just as Karman was about to explain, Antar pushed open the door and came out…

She held a tablet in her hand, looked at those soldiers, and loudly said, "Anteaters get ready, Lion Camp get ready, Guard Camp get ready, Long Arrow Camp get ready, Warrior Camp get ready…

Units called will gather at the airport, departing in the afternoon.

Sand Lizard Camp and Eagle Brigade will head to the airport tomorrow; your mission is to protect the Saint Petersburg Base…"

Seeing a group of soldiers respond in thunderous agreement and others bow their heads in dejection, Igor jumped up excitedly and said, "What about me, what about me?"

Antar reached out and rubbed Igor's head, saying, "Your task is to stay, lead the others in protecting your family and P·B's territory…"

............

At the Sangha Town Base airport…

Archerfish poured some vodka into his coffee, drank it in one go, and shouted angrily at a sluggish fuel truck, "What are you doing?

This is wartime; your comrades are waiting at the front for these fighter jets to save lives…"

Seeing that the fuel truck sped up under Xiao Hei's urging, Archerfish rubbed his bulbous nose and said to the small-eyed Andre, responsible for the fighter jet maintenance shop, "Make sure all ground staff are ready; we must complete the fighter jets and personnel transfer within 48 hours.

Saab Company's airport has basic maintenance facilities, but we need to adapt to them within three days."

The small-eyed Andre nodded heavily and said, "The personnel are ready, but do we really not need to arrange helicopters?

Gotland Island has a small depth; if there are helicopters, the boss's mobility and control range will greatly expand."

Archerfish laughed at this and said, "In a war of this scale, taking helicopters in is just asking to be shot down.

It's up to the boss; if he needs them, it's more convenient to procure locally!"

With that, Archerfish looked at P·B's special operations teams in the distance, carrying large bags from the armory towards a transport plane, sighed, and said, "If I were 20 years younger, I would gladly go with them…"