Before he could finish speaking, a sudden turbulence jolted the plane, startling him and causing the coffee on the table to spill onto the carpet.
Screams echoed incessantly.
Casare fell to the ground, unable to stay upright.
Victor was holding onto the table, glanced outside, and saw the escorting fighter jets charging into the distance.
"General, two F15s detected at 11,000 meters!" An accompanying official, visibly terrified, ran over, trembling as he spoke.
This was the sky, a single missile, and everyone would be dead!
"What's all the panic!"
Victor said calmly, "Can't my soldiers protect me? Let them launch an attack, shoot down the U.S. military aircraft, and I'll give them medals!"
He looked around at everyone, "Who has a cigarette."
A young accompanying staff member shakily handed one over from his bag, "ARLBORO, tastes good, go on, everyone have a cigarette."
Casare got up, took the cigarette, stuffed it in his mouth, lit it and chuckled, "Better than camels, boss, next time let's change and smoke this."
Victor pointed at him, laughing, "You, all the cigarettes in my drawer have been smoked by you, don't tell me the rat did it, whenever I opened it, hey, only a few packs left."
Seeing the two bosses joking with each other, all the accompanying staff calmed down, returned to their seats, and although tense, did not panic.
If the boss isn't scared, what do we have to fear?
Victor smoked his cigarette, nonchalant.
Calm, what situation hasn't he seen?
Just two little punks, right?
Two F14s rushed up for a straight "dogfight", the combat capabilities between the F15 and F14 can't be clearly stated, during the 80s, U.S. Air Force and Navy pilots clashed, and the latter used "Tomcats."
They made the U.S. Air Force want to die, not having won a single time.
It can only be said, the pilots' combat strength is strong, big training market.
In this aspect, the First Mexican Republic's Air Force is not inferior at all.
And also, through the radio, they requested assistance from the air force base below, the base commander there jumped out of his skin when he heard that the General's special plane was targeted by the U.S. military.
Colonel Manfred von Richthofen, captain of the Air Force's Third Flying Squadron, yelled and personally flew an F14 into the sky.
Don't be afraid, General, your loyal servant is here!
And the Falcon 900 began to descend, eventually landing smoothly at "Leon Airport", below, many soldiers and officers were already waiting, rushing up to meet them.
Admiral Brusilov, division commander of the 3rd Division, and Frederick von Paulus, Major General Chief of Staff, clearly knew about the aerial situation, looked very tense, continuously hovering around Victor.
"It's alright, haha, don't worry, just a few punks entered our doorstep, should the homeowner be afraid of them?"
As soon as he finished speaking, those two F14s returned, landing at the airport. Victor relaxed seeing them come back safely. After the pilots came down with the ground crew's help, he clapped.
Everyone followed suit clapping.
The two combat pilots blushed, ran over and saluted, "General, shot down one enemy aircraft, one escaped."
Victor patted their shoulders, jokingly, "Don't worry, those medals won't be lost, I will personally bestow them on you."
"Thank you, General!"
"See, these are our soldiers, never timid in the face of a tougher enemy, it's just the Yanks, right? They have X-bombs, we'll eventually have them too, we could all just die together."
"We need to promote the spirit of neither fearing hardship nor death, North America isn't just dominated by the United States, we also need to assert, who owns the Gulf of Mexico, the Pacific Ocean, the South American garden!"
"I think you've also heard about the 4th Division clashing with Texas."
"Today, let them learn once and for all, who truly rules over Texas!"