Chapter 469 The pilot from Country A was overjoyed!

After stopping his adjutant's somewhat foolish speculation with a look, Hassan had absolutely no time to explain the true "power" of this crate full of balloons.

This battle-hardened leader knew well that speed was the essence of war.

Country A's bomber formation was like a scavenger bird circling in the sky, ready to visit this devastated land again at any moment.

Every passing second carried the risk of his own real assets being destroyed.

Turning around, he immediately faced the officers standing by and issued a strict order without hesitation.

He began by having his adjutant take the lead.

Overnight, they organized a group of nimble-handed soldiers.

Under the cover of night, they rushed to the flat, open areas he had already scouted, using the equipment provided by Factory Director Li to paint a sufficient number of fighter jets.

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Orders were passed down layer by layer.

The entire underground base quickly began to operate like a tightly wound machine.

Shortly after, a batch of painting machines was carefully transported to the surface.

On those barren, flat lands far from the real bunkers, the soldiers took the large buckets of paint they had prepared, pulled out the sealing plugs, and poured the yellow, gray, and even black industrial paint into the storage tanks on the backs of these machines.

Although no one understood why their commander wanted to put these small carts with brushes in the sand in the middle of the night, out of the duty to obey orders, everyone methodically completed the preliminary preparations.

They pressed the start button on the machine bodies.

The indicator lights lit up.

These guys, under the control of the high-precision autonomous algorithm inside, began to shuttle rapidly across the flat ground.

Rubber tires crushed shallow tracks into the sand.

Accompanied by the "hissing" sound from the high-pressure nozzles on both sides of the chassis, paint of various colors was sprayed evenly and layered onto the ground.

The machines moved back and forth like tireless, industrious worker bees.

As time passed, the soldiers, who were originally muttering in their hearts, gradually widened their eyes.

Because in the periphery of their flashlight beams, the ground was no longer a chaotic mess of color patches.

One by one, "fighter jets" with realistic shadows, cockpit reflection effects, and metallic luster, possessing a three-dimensional effect, took shape on the ground as if by magic.

Under the cover of night, if they hadn't been standing there personally watching them being painted, even from a distance of ten meters, the soldiers would have almost thought these were real steel creations parked there!

This visual magic, which could be called a miracle, left those working there stunned to the point of numbness.

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While the painting operations were in full swing on his side, Hassan himself was not idle.

This far-sighted leader was actually also doing another important thing.

Looking at the regional defense map in his hand, he knew clearly that relying solely on his few patches of wasteland to attract Country A's firepower would always have limited effect.

To expand the battle results, and to make that arrogant enemy pay a more painful price, Hassan very generously made a decision.

He directly dispatched a convoy made up of his trusted aides.

He loaded some unopened automatic painting Bird-repelling machines onto covered trucks and sent them overnight to other armed organizations on his united front.

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On the other side, in several hidden camps, the leaders of those armed organizations, who had also been unable to lift their heads due to the bombing by the Country A Air Force, had been contacted by Hassan via encrypted channels beforehand.

Back then, in the communication, Hassan had mysteriously said he would send them a batch of secret weapons overnight that could turn the tide of air superiority.

These leaders were naturally full of anticipation, even rubbing their hands in front of their own positions early on, waiting.

In their minds, they were all fantasizing whether it was some kind of new portable anti-aircraft missile or a large-caliber anti-aircraft machine gun.

Several trucks finally drove into the camp under the cover of night.

Several leaders couldn't wait to have the goods unloaded and personally opened the wooden crates.

As a result, when the shock-absorbing foam was removed, and they saw what looked like large sweeping robots lying inside, these bearded men all stood there blankly.

A cold wind blew by.

The scene was once very awkward.

A certain impatient male leader's mouth twitched, and he was speechless to the extreme.

'Is this messing with us?'

'Shipping a bunch of broken pushcarts for sweeping in the middle of the night and calling them anti-aircraft weapons?' This thought emerged in his mind.

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Just when several leaders could no longer suppress their inner dissatisfaction and wanted to speak up to question them, Hassan's men, who were responsible for escorting the shipment, hurried forward.

These trusted aides didn't beat around the bush; they took out the photos of the formed fighter jets they had just taken from their pockets and handed them over, using the light of a flashlight.

Immediately after, they began to explain in detail this brilliant method of using two-dimensional dimensionality reduction to deceive three-dimensional objects.

This theory was not complicated; to put it plainly, it was using the visual blind spot of high-altitude optical radar to draw fake targets on the ground that were realistic enough to confuse.

Accompanied by the subordinate's easy-to-understand explanation, and that real-site painting photo that even their naked eyes could hardly distinguish from the real thing, these leaders of the armed organizations found their breathing gradually becoming heavy.

Once they heard this method of drawing planes on the ground, their train of thought was instantly opened up.

Pairs of eyes suddenly lit up under the dim kerosene lamp.

"To think one could play it this way?"

That impatient male leader slapped his thigh, swept away the previous depression, and the whole person became excited.

As long as these patterns were spread all over the useless wasteland, those expensive precision-guided bombs in the sky would fall like raindrops onto the worthless sand!

This tactic of using four ounces to move a thousand pounds was simply brilliant!

No one doubted the power of these cartoon-like small carts anymore; everyone immediately called their subordinates and started the massive project of overnight painting in a rush.

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Time flew by during the intense painting operations throughout the hotspot region.

Before they knew it, the next day arrived.

The morning sunlight pierced through the thin clouds.

Golden radiance spilled over this vast land of the Middle East.

The temperature began to rise gradually.

In the distant base far away, that joint formation of Country A and Israel, which possessed absolute air superiority, taxied on the runway as usual and then took off with its head held high.

A group of attack aircraft and reconnaissance aircraft, fully loaded with live ammunition, roared above the clouds.

These pilots sat in high-tech cockpits, carrying the arrogance that belonged to a hegemon.

They were still following yesterday's established plan, searching everywhere for the deeply hidden secret airfields of Hassan and other armed organizations.

They wanted to completely wipe out the assets of those mud-legged people who dared to resist.

And on the ground tens of thousands of feet below them, a great web of visual deception had been completely spread.

Those incredibly realistic paintings were quietly scattered across the vast Gobi Desert, just waiting for these high-and-mighty prey to take the bait.

Ten thousand meters above, a high-altitude reconnaissance aircraft of the joint formation was flying steadily.

Inside the cabin, the operator took a look at the optical radar screen in front of him, and suddenly, he leaned forward, his pupils slightly dilated.