The Divine Eye for Appreciating Treasures: Starting from Escape from Northern Myanmar

Two hundred kilometers away, the sky was still calm, and there seemed to be not even a trace of wind.

However, beneath this tranquility lies an unknown crisis.

The enemy planes were on routine patrol. The pilots looked relaxed, occasionally exchanging a few words, completely unaware of the impending danger.

Suddenly, the radar system issued a rapid warning: "Warning, warning, locked by enemy missiles, two hundred kilometers away, please escape, please escape." The sound echoed in the cabin, making the originally relaxed atmosphere instantly tense.

The Royal pilot was stunned. A missile locked onto him at this distance? He couldn't believe his ears.

In his experience, being locked at this distance was almost impossible.

He thought it was a false alarm from the radar, so he did not take immediate action but continued to move forward in formation.

However, as time went on, the warning sounded again and the distance had been shortened to one hundred kilometers.

The pilots began to feel uneasy. They looked around, trying to find any trace of the enemy, but there was nothing in the sky except a few leisurely white clouds.

"This must be a false alarm." The pilots comforted each other, but their hearts were filled with doubts and anxiety.

Just as they were trying to convince themselves, the third warning sounded again: "Warning, missiles are about to arrive, please prepare to eject, nine-eight-seven-six..."

This time, the sound of the countdown echoed clearly in the cabin, making every pilot feel unprecedented fear.

They finally saw the deadly missile approaching rapidly from a distance with destructive power.

The entire airspace was instantly shrouded in the sound of a huge explosion, with flames shooting into the sky and debris flying everywhere.

The royal pilots felt despair at this moment.

They tried their best to eject and escape, but some of them remained in the burning sky forever.

The sudden air raid threw the enemy aircraft into confusion and panic.

They didn't understand why they were targeted and attacked at such a long distance.

Under the violent storm of saturation attack, the sky seemed to have turned into a Shura field, and not many fighter planes could survive.

The pilots of those planes that had managed to escape the initial attack had their hearts pounding like drums and their foreheads dripping with sweat. They had just struggled back from the brink of death, but they had not expected that a greater crisis was quietly approaching.

Just as they were catching their breath and trying to find a safe haven, a terrifying scene suddenly appeared in front of them - Xia Hun's J-16 formation appeared in their sight silently like a ghost.

The missiles on those fighter planes locked onto them again, roaring towards them with the breath of death.

At the same time, they were horrified to find that J-10 formations also appeared on both wings, as if they were the god of death rushing in from all directions, surrounding them.

This sudden change caught them off guard, and their hearts were filled with confusion and fear: How could the enemy fly over like a ghost?

This is the north of Phoenix. The Western coalition forces have not deployed too many radar stations here. In addition, it is far away from the seaside, and the Eagle's early warning aircraft cannot provide enough intelligence support.

However, the reality is so cruel.

The Western Allied Forces' air force seemed to have become blind at this moment. They were unable to detect the enemy's movements, nor could they launch an effective counterattack.

They could only watch as missiles streaked across the sky and rushed towards them with destructive force.

The explosion sounded again, this time even more violent and deafening.

One fighter plane after another disappeared in the flames of the explosion, falling with black smoke and debris, right in front of the Western coalition positions.

This scene terrified the soldiers on the position. They knew that this air battle had been a complete failure, and what was waiting for them next would be an even more brutal ground battle.

After completing a gorgeous turn, Xia Hun's fighter jets gracefully left the battlefield and did not choose to continue flying forward.

Because they knew that ahead was an anti-aircraft missile position deployed by the Western coalition forces, and rushing there at this time would only increase the risk. They had already achieved great results in this operation and successfully helped Wagner reduce the pressure.

Now, all eyes are on Wagner.

They were like an unstoppable gust of wind on the battlefield, relying on the equipment they picked up to charge forward and defeat everyone. However, when they pointed their spearhead to the west, they encountered a tenacious resistance from the Sakura Ninja.

These ninjas used mysterious ninjutsu to launch a brutal hunt against Wagner, which seriously hindered their offensive.

At the same time, the Royal Knights on the front had also heard the news and took action. They successfully slowed down Wagner's offensive with the powerful Hamas multiple rocket launchers.

In this battle, although Wagner showed amazing fighting power, the number of troops has been reduced from 30,000 at the beginning to less than 10,000 now, and everyone's body and mind are exhausted to the extreme.

Finally, on this battlefield, Wagner's offensive was completely blocked.

They were once again in a desperate situation, surrounded by enemy troops, with no way forward and no way back.

However, even so, Wagner's soldiers still did not give up resistance.

We know that only by persisting can we find a glimmer of hope.

At this moment, they are ready to fight the enemy to the death.

Barchev sat down and ate some canned food. He had everything he needed, but he was physically and mentally exhausted.

Although they don't need to be bombed anymore, they are facing the Western coalition forces. How could these lackeys let them go?

Now Sakura has also gotten involved and dared to kill our own people. When we get out, we will kill Sakura directly. They are so bold.

There is no other way out. We can only defeat the Royal Knights head-on. This is the only way to survive. Only after defeating them will the entire Western Coalition make way for them!

Barjov held a simple meeting. There was no need for any deployment. The only thing was to eat and drink enough, and then capture the Royal Knights. This would open up a way to survive. In close combat, Hamas would become useless.

Now we have obtained so much equipment from the Western coalition forces. The equipment is not bad, but the spirit is not enough.

Barchev called his superiors and asked them to airdrop a batch of psychiatric drugs so that he could complete his final plan of suicide!

We must completely defeat this group of Western coalition forces and defeat these bastards.

The road is right under our feet. Let's see which way to go. We will definitely not surrender. Since the Western Allied Forces will not let our brothers go home, then we will take them home with us!