Chapter 462: Immediately Host a Welcoming Party for Mr. Zhang

"Boom! Boom!"

"Rat-a-tat!"

As a nation perennially engulfed in warfare, artillery fire filled the skies almost constantly, with various warlords' planes chaotically flying overhead, occasionally dropping one down on you.

"Good gracious, even setting off firecrackers during New Year isn't this lively!" Zhang Menglong heard the deafening explosions and artillery fire from afar, his first time in such a perilous place.

Apart from fighter jets, hardly any plane dared to enter this area; if shot down, there was nowhere to argue your case—no one cared who you were or where you were from. As soon as you entered their airspace, you would be subjected to indiscriminate attacks.

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In this place, there were mainly four warlords, each leader known as a General, and the airspace Zhang Menglong was passing through belonged to one of these four—General Sartre.

"Beep beep beep!" A signal indicating a slowly moving object appeared on the radar of a patrolling fighter jet.