In the underground command center, Song Heping watched the flight trajectory of the F-15I formation on the screen, transmitted in real-time by the "Seagull," and listened to Iron Wolf's warning, slowly closing his eyes.
When he opened them again, only the cold gleam of the Hunter remained.
"Understood."
He only replied with three words, then cut off the communication.
He turned around to face all his subordinates in the command center, who were holding their breath, faces solemn yet standing with their spines straight. His voice was not loud, but it resounded in everyone's hearts like a battle drum:
"Ladies and gentlemen, the guests are arriving soon."
"Get ready to welcome them according to my planned operation!"
...
In the eastern airspace of the Mediterranean, at an altitude of 28,000 feet.
Four F-15I "Thunder" heavy fighters cruised like giant steel birds under the deep blue sky at a speed of 0.95 Mach.
