"Are you referring to national defense doctrine?"

The person was taken aback for a moment, then nodded in agreement, "Yes, in my view, it feels more like a slogan. It’s not a genuine, valuable national defense doctrine for the country and society!"

Lynch nodded, then looked at the person he invited to come up and walked to a seat reserved for him, facing all the participants.

"A very sharp question!" he said, lighting a cigarette after sitting down, "By the way, let me plug an ad—Every Moment is fantastic!"

There was some laughter in the theater, as some realized what he was hinting at, while others gradually caught on.

The gentleman who raised the question did not feel embarrassed; he was here to "debate" Lynch, and whether he won or lost, his purpose could be said to have been achieved.

Lynch himself was also laughing. He looked at the cigarette in his hand, crossed his legs, and leaned back, "Not so long ago, those thugs who perished under the ’moral vortex’ thought the same way!"

Finally, some people laughed out loud. This was no opera, nor a solemn performance; it was a forum where anyone could chime in.

There was no reason to restrain one’s emotions in such a relaxed setting.

Lynch’s retort was swift and his point of entry was clever. Those bloody numbers were more than enough to prove that everything he said was valuable.

The person who raised the question seemed unwilling to admit defeat, "Do you deny that your ’Air Supremacy Theory’ is just a way to sell your planes?"

Lynch looked at him and asked back, "Why should I deny it?"

"I’m a merchant. My job is to market my products to the whole world."

"I believe my product has changed the era, and it indeed has. When the roar of airplane engines rings in your ears and you hear the Death God’s wail, you’ll understand how critical it is not to let enemy planes fly above your head."

"I never deny my subjective motives, but no one can deny that my predictions related to the future of air force and air supremacy are wrong."

"If you’ve never experienced a bombing, you won’t understand its strategic value."

"When those planes fly overhead without any hindrance, Bupen will be reduced to ruins in a sea of flames."

"Those bombs you think could never reach here will take off from airports hundreds of kilometers away and dropped on us by planes. Imagine the despair of living under the coverage of the other’s artillery."

"Nowhere to run, bombs constantly falling from the sky, no one knows where to escape to—it’s like the end of the world, everyone will be wiped out."

"Be it in body, will, or soul!"

Lynch shifted his gaze from the person asking the question to the others, "Ladies and gentlemen, what we’re discussing isn’t about how much money I can make; it’s a matter of a nation’s survival."

"If all our military production workshops are destroyed, if all our infrastructure is destroyed, if our... political core is destroyed by bombs, what do we have left?"

"Nothing, except ruins."

"Our enemies wouldn’t even need to set foot on our land; we’ve already capitulated mentally!"

As Lynch spoke, a large screen behind him displayed scenes from the first daytime bombings, with bombs continually dropping from the sky and the enemy on the ground having no effective way to retaliate against those bombings.

They could only let those planes drop bombs on their heads and do nothing about it.

The people who watched all the bombing live were plunged into silence, a word they hadn’t known half an hour ago was now etched firmly into their souls—Air Supremacy!

Someone in the audience said, "We must grasp air supremacy!"

Lynch nodded, helping those who were still in shock come back to their senses, "Yes, we must grasp air supremacy." 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

"As long as we monopolize control over the air, it means our enemies have no secrets in front of us!"

The screen behind him displayed some aerial footage, showing the ground from above, with nothing on the ground able to hide!

"Every street, every pedestrian, we can even use reconnaissance aircraft to provide our artillery with over-the-horizon coordinates."

"We’ve already achieved groundbreaking advancement in this area with the navy," Lynch said, looking at a naval officer.

The naval captain seemed a bit nervous, pretending not to be, "Yes, the planes can provide us with coordinates beyond visual range, and also more clearly investigate whether there are ships in distant sea areas to give us early warning."

There were some things he didn’t say. The Sea Fortress plan was still just a concept, but Lynch had already started building naval bases everywhere, giving reconnaissance aircraft practical use.

In collaboration with the Flight Research Institute, the military reached a conclusion.

They currently don’t need planes to carry out various complex operations. They need planes with ultra-long endurance and ultra-long flights for reconnaissance, not for attack.

This way, multiple islands can cooperate with each other to form a reconnaissance network over the West Ocean and East Ocean.

And this is also a manifestation of air supremacy.

It’s like the navy’s eyes. Once they’ve become accustomed to having eyes, losing them would become very troublesome.

Lynch nodded, "This is the value of air supremacy. We can observe the enemy, but they can’t observe us."

"However, the air supremacy we now hold is not assured; our scientific and technological development makes it hard for our enemies to match us."

"But as global science and technology develop, our enemies will also research new aircraft—faster, bigger, higher!"

"When that day comes, our control of the air will weaken. Whoever gains air supremacy will dominate the war!"

At this point, a participant asked, "Mr. Lynch, given the importance of air supremacy, why do we need to sell mature military equipment to other countries?"

"Wouldn’t that increase our competition for air supremacy?"

"Perhaps what defeats us will be those planes we sold, or new planes developed from those products’ independent research results."

Lynch listened intently, as this was a point of confusion for many—why sell cutting-edge technology products.

He listened while nodding. After the questioner finished, he replied almost without hesitation.

"The reason is simple: we will dominate technological development."

"I know there are many spies and special agents planted by foreign forces here," he said, looking at the security guards standing against the wall, "Don’t worry, your job today is not to find them and arrest them, but to maintain order."

"I know they’re here, yet I still dare to say this—we’re actively steering the direction of technology!"

"In my view, what we’re selling is not ’Federation-made’ but ’Federation-standard’."

"The whole world, by buying our aircraft, will lag a step, even two or three!"

"Even if they make improvements and redevelop on the basis of existing export-type aircraft, the foundation is there, and no one can easily change it."

"What does this represent, ladies and gentlemen?"

He looked at the participants, who were all frowning and pondering his words but couldn’t grasp anything useful, or rather their understanding of the world and the future constrained their thinking.

After more than ten seconds, Lynch pointed to the chandelier above their theater, "It represents that no matter how they change, they’re within our system!"

"When we decipher the technology against these planes, it will become easier and simpler!"

"I know some people might want to ask me at this point, ’What if foreign forces don’t buy and completely rely on independent research?’"

"Actually, the answer to this question is even simpler: perhaps the planes we see today are just plain mechanical constructions, but the technological outcomes they contain are the world’s top-notch."

"Some small countries might take five or ten years and still might not be able to develop aircraft equivalent to the performance of our first-generation planes!"

"Can they afford to wait?"

"When we’re already at the fifth, seventh, even tenth generation of planes, they are just getting started. What air supremacy can they talk about in front of us?"

"As for some extreme countries in the international community that are like manure forks, buying or not buying doesn’t matter to us either."

"We are proud and great Federation people. Perhaps in the eyes of many, we are a loosely gathered community with no independent ethnicity and faith."

"But ladies and gentlemen, this is the Federation, and we have our pride!!"

"In science, culture, military, and society, we surpass them by far!"

"We fear no challenge, whether from gentlemen or rogues!"

"We will crush them fiercely and give them the harshest punches!"

"Whether in the past, present, or future, we’re excellent and proud and will continue to be."

"The Federation too is great and will continue to be!"

"For those ambitious few countries, here’s what I have to say..."

"Bring it on and give it a try!"

The emotions were stirred just right. A lady stood up and applauded vigorously, followed by more people standing up and clapping.

The representative from Gafura looked like he had lost a parent, his face grim. What made him even more upset was that he also had to stand up and applaud Lynch’s words.

Because if he didn’t, he’d become a representative of the ’few’ Lynch was talking about!