"The lives of our National League soldiers are more precious than any weapon!"

"If the plane is damaged by the enemy! As long as you can still parachute, then parachute! At worst, we can go back to base and fly another one to continue the fight!"

"Did you understand!?"

"I understand!"

Zhu Shixiong quickly bowed his head and agreed.

Then, Lin Feng turned to look at the group of air force generals nearby, "And you?"

"I understand!!!"

Everyone expressed that they understood.

At this moment, Lin Feng exuded an incomparably powerful aura, causing everyone around him to fall silent in fear.

"Yes, remember to give the pilot who just died a lot of compensation."

"The exercise continues..."

Lin Feng ignored everyone and continued watching the exercise.

Following that were transport aircraft formations, fighter jet formations, bomber formations...

Transport planes are slow to load people, especially when soldiers from the 13th Airborne Regiment are parachuting. What are they even doing?

A group of people jumped down, but the distance was too great. In fact, it took a platoon of soldiers thirty minutes to find half of the people.

The fighter jet formation is slightly better.

Even if you don't hit the target while shooting, at least you still get fired.

The bombing of a bomber formation.

That almost blew up the people who were watching!

Finally, Lin Feng couldn't stand it anymore and got on a truck to go back to Laizhou.

"Commander, is the Commander-in-Chief satisfied or not?" A Vietnamese air force general stepped forward and asked Zhu Shixiong cautiously.

"I'd say I'm... satisfied."

Zhu Shixiong gave a bitter smile.

But inside, I was wailing, "You have to be satisfied, whether you like it or not!"

It hasn't been that long.

Being able to fly up into the air and drop bombs, firing a few bursts of bullets, is already quite remarkable.