You were told to build a tractor, but you're building a rocket? Chapter 790 - 746 Thunderstorm, Thunder3

"F**K!"

McMaster slamd the table in fury, instantly understanding what the situation was, they had been betrayed!

Despicable betrayal!

At the most critical mont, the allies had chosen to sit back and hold out for a better offer!

As for the Far East? There was nothing to say about that place, after all, the Pacific Fleet was there...

McMaster suddenly thought of sothing, frowned in contemplation, his eyes widened, and once again he couldn’t help but let out a curse.

"Damn it, get the President, there’s a conspiracy!"

...

Near Desert Base, a routine training ground.

At 23:46, the sharp roar of jet engines once again ca from the end of the runway. An An-1250, with its formidable wingspan, made its way in, and with the skillful operation of the pilot, it landed smoothly on the runway, stirring up a gale that made the soldiers waiting to board struggle to keep their footing.

This was the last An-1250, the other five had already arrived earlier. They were lined up on the open space at the end of the runway, receiving fuel supply and temporary maintenance, while the nose cargo doors opened and the soldiers ford a long queue, orderly following the armored vehicles inside.

The last one was New Yuan’s B4143, which had just completed an order to help transport a chemical plant’s distillation tower before being conscripted, and had flown here after being refueled haphazardly.

The ground crew directed it to taxi directly to the takeoff point of the runway, where fuel trucks hurried over to top off its tanks.

The queue of soldiers waiting to board also began to line up in front of the plane, counting the numbers.

The captain in charge of this flight mission descended from the plane and exchanged words with an officer, excited to the point of shaking upon seeing the brightly lit airport and the endless crowd of people.

The officer near him proactively offered a cigarette. The captain, trembling, almost dropped it several tis, and only managed to light it up with the officer’s help, then took a deep breath.

After exhaling a cloud of smoke, he finally settled down.

"This is an ergency mission, and we temporarily can’t find enough pilots capable of flying the An-1250, but if you want to opt out, we will not stop you."

"Of course not!"

The captain got excited again, even accidentally spitting out the cigarette.

"I’m not afraid of dying, not afraid of anything. I’m used to flying the night shift, and the crew is in very good condition, we will definitely be able to do what you want."

The officer nodded, about to say sothing, but was interrupted by a strident shout nearby.

The instructor stood in front of the open cargo door, giving instructions to the soldiers queued up for boarding:

"Don’t ask where you’re going, don’t ask why, and don’t... Understand?"

"Understood!"

The resounding response even drowned out the noise of the jet engines, stirring the blood.

The captain’s eyes grew brighter, and the officer felt there was no need to explain anything more, he hesitated for a mont and said:

"Your radio has been connected to a dedicated channel; the flight path will be issued after takeoff, I don’t know the destination either."

"I know, I know... haha, I don’t know either."

The captain grinned, showing off his beaming teeth.

The officer said no more, hesitated on the spot for a few monts, then drew his own pistol and handed it over:

"I hear you New Yuan folks often hit the shooting range, can you handle this?"

"Of course! 92 model, right?"

"Yes, I’m lending it to you for now, but I hope you can return it to afterwards."

"You will have it, straight to your hands."

As the two were exchanging words, suddenly a thunderclap exploded in the sky, followed by a piercing roar.

Everyone looked up to see a white streak shoot across the sky.

It was Xuehu, breaking through multiple tis the speed of sound, shining brilliantly in the night sky.

And it wasn’t just one, soon a second and a third Xuehu took off, until a total of six aircraft turned into shooting stars, vanishing into the boundless dark firmant.