In the night sky,
The flames of machine guns continued to roar.
Even though more than half had been lost, and the ground battle had already ended, the First Flight Squadron of the Falcon Kingdom had no intention of retreating.
With gritted teeth, Akant glared at the remaining 5 "Mosquito-style" fighters, his eyes flickering with flames of hatred as he pressed the machine gun and roared,
"Go to hell!!"
The mission was no longer important.
The only thing he wanted to do at this moment was to send the opposing pilot to Hell!
He wanted vengeance for his fallen comrades!
The aircraft he had locked on to performed a barrel roll in the air, with the orange-yellow tracers almost grazing the canopy.
Watching the enemy plane climb and turn upward, Akant clicked his tongue and forcefully pulled up on the control stick, chasing after it.
This cunning Mosquito!
Pressing the walkie-talkie on his shoulder, Akant commanded in a deep voice,
