"Eldo, I'm coming in."
"Angus, it's late"
When we went to the room we were given to the 31st Squad, there were already other members there. Well, no matter how fast we hurry, how can we make the time difference between the people in the base and the people in town?
"All right, you're all set"
With our arrival, everyone in the 31st Armunale squad began to explain the situation while showing the map that Captain Bodwan had spread to the table.
"Information came in that a group of enemies Armunale through the buffer zone are currently raiding both fortifications in Salsa and Sole. The number of enemies is twelve planes at a time. As soon as the fuselage is ready, we'll head to Fort Salsa to rescue the allied forces."
Twelve planes. It's a big unit.
I couldn't hide my surprise in that number. The march of the Armunale was even the largest number of aircraft learned at the Academy. This march is a figure far beyond that.
That was the same for everyone else, including Mr. O'Rail, who expressed general dismay at the figures.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
"Intelligence units reported that seven planes were on the front line as usual in regular contact. Probably being robbed by the enemy."
"This one says we haven't found enough enemy intelligence, but it looks like there's a lot of good stuff over there."
Mr. O'Rail shrugs his shoulders with a sigh. Sure, it's not an easy thing to do, like take over, without even understanding that you've been crushed by intelligence forces here. Because if we don't simultaneously control the many intelligence agents in the city, we'll be leaking information.
Then it must be something carefully prepared, including this raid.
"I don't care what you say about that here. Now let's deal with the reality in front of us."
"Right. Armunale maintenance, but only assembly later. I'll clean it up in twenty minutes."
"Fifteen minutes, please. As soon as our fuselage is ready to move, we'll go all the way out."
"It's the only way. Ritz, Karine, let's go."
"Yes, sir. What do we do with the gear? As usual?
"If you need me, I'll reset the magic, too, okay?
The captain's basic gear is equipped with a sword lowered to the left and right of his hips and a harmonica pistole behind him. Magic is a flame-based fireball and powerful firelance, a physically destructive earth-based clarence, and interpersonal shock graveness on the foundation's magic shield.
"I don't mind the magic as it is. Keep your tower shields on the arm."
"What, are you taking such a heavy one?
"There is also the possibility that the fort will have enemies. There's not a lot of shield there. It's convenient to have a shield."
"Okay."
Armunale's gear is set, and Mr. O'Rail and his maintenance team are headed under the fuselage.
Now it's our turn to take instructions.
"Bunois, Erdo, the two work with other troops as scouts to get a grasp of the battlefield. A scout group is scheduled to gather in the first garage. Go there. That's where the detailed explanation should be."
Copy that!
The point is the same as usual scouts. Advance ahead of the fuselage with a horse, grasp the situation on the battlefield, and tell the captain. Nothing changes. If you do what you always do, it will work.
Angus grabbed my hand when me and Mr. Bunois tried to jump out of the room.
"Angus?"
"Be careful. Don't die."
"I know. I'm not going to die like this."
When I said that and pounded Angus' head, I let go of the hand Angus was grabbing.
Again, I run out at full speed and head with Mr. Bunois to the garage.
I say garage, but essentially horse shop.
By the time we arrive, the rest of the crew will have already gathered and are preparing each horse.
We also hurried to get Mr. Bunois' horse out of the stable, saddled and ready to leave.
There, the officers come.
"All of you, listen to me as I continue my work. I'm Piritz, Jakarta Intelligence Officer. This time, you are to take command of the scouts."
Speaking of intelligence officers, he's an elite chosen from among the scouts. It is an important place to compile information from around Jakarta and contact the Intelligence Department and give the necessary information to the Commander.
This time, he's going to the battlefield himself.
"We're on our way to Fort Salsa. On the B-20, we're going through the towns of Wallis, Hulen and Palast. Speed is the fastest, horses exchange in town along the way"
Copy that!
"Pol, Phil. Make it impossible today, but good luck."
Hearing Officer Pilitz's operation, Mr. Bunois strokes his two-headed body. Don't worry about the two heads. I just told them to let it go, and I rang a burl.
"Everybody, you're ready to go! Then we're going out!
Thirteen horses hiss and run ahead of Officer Piritz. I followed the horse squad in line slightly backwards and flew out of the base with Mr. Bunois.
Let him run as hard as he can for about twenty minutes and arrive in the first town. There were already replacement horses available there, ready to leave at any time.
Looks like he's ahead of us with a magic steering car and letting each town have a horse in advance. The speed of a demon steering car doesn't help at times like this. It's usually dusty though.
Leave Pol and Phil to the town horse keeper and run out again with the borrowed horse.
I swapped horses in town again and I kept running for more than two hours in total, and I could see the last town. And we lose words together to that sight we saw from afar.
"Salsa is already falling!?
The third town of Palast was just about swallowed by the flames now. Black smoke rises from the houses and the fleeing people run towards us.
There are two armunales rampaging through the town, and every time I wave my arms, the debris dances through the universe.
One plane is the same type as the one I've seen before. It's a fuselage with a red line on a green base. But the other plane is clearly something else.
A crimson fuselage like dyed your whole body with blood. It has this stick in its hand, and it's like a ghost reminiscent airframe.
"We're going out to the meadows! Swallow by the people!
Immediately Officer Piritz will give instructions, and we will take the meadow off the road. Shortly afterwards, the people, who had fled with as much wealth as they could hold in their hands, buried the way.
"Fire two red flares! The crew of the eighteenth, twenty-second and twenty-fifth squads are scattered. If the information is correct, there must be four more planes in there. Find it and raise the flare! Thirty, thirty-one are the outcast whales. I'll catch their attention with me."
As instructed, the three squadrons run left and right at the meadow.
"Oh, can you do that?
One of the remaining members of the crew, still young, raised his voice among those said to be outgoing whales. Probably one or two of my top seniors.
And I agree with that word. We are too powerless in human magic against Armunale. By contrast, each and every one of our opponents is a special blow to us.
And yet, how can you hold back?
"Everyone is depressed if a bug is flying in front of them. Turn to the camera and run around unleashing magic. We can't let them march any further."
Copy that!
So there's something even bugs can do? But that kind of bug is pretty pussy crushed... seriously, isn't it a off whale? I'm not going to die here.
"We're going into town like this, and we're going to use the rubble to get away from being replenished. Expect a good fight from everyone!
Officer Pilitz, who finished giving instructions, increases the horse's speed. The others sped up the same way and ran into town.
In an effort to follow it up, Mr. Bunois stopped by next door when I raised the reins.
"Eldo, you have to think about surviving anyway. You don't have to think about distracting the enemy."
You mean ignore orders?
Sure, my magic is dominated by the magic of the wind system, and I may not have enough power to do the sight of my opponent. But that's not a good reason to ignore orders and run around.
"Your original job is not to scourge. I'm a pilot. Scouts can increase as much as they want, but pilots don't, do they? The expectations you have are bigger than you think."
"No. That's why!
Stop saying scouts like disposable tools! It may be natural for people to die because it's war, but that's why there's no one who can die for nothing.
"Naturally, I'm not going to die either. Then it's patience until the captain gets here. Let's work together."
Mr. Bunois only slaps me on the shoulder once with a pong and increases the horse's speed.
I followed it perfectly and jumped into a town that was turning into a pile of rubble.
Shortly after entering town, I jump off the horse I was riding and travel to the shadows with an air thruster.
The town is littered with debris and not in such a state that it can run horses. The rest of the crew gave up their horses on each of them and entered the town.
The horses quickly fled town to see if this was a danger.
"Well, the enemy planes"
Peek from the shadows. Of the two enemy planes, Officer Piritz has already captured the red fuselage and unleashed the magic. The flame-based magic seems to deprive the camera of its sight even if it is not damaged by the fuselage and depressed by the pilot.
About three others, they seem to be similarly restraining the red fuselage, but they haven't hit the camera to see if the magic shooting isn't good, and it doesn't make as much sense.
However, if there are four of us there, I'd better draw the attention of another aircraft.
Mr. Bunois told me to just be aware of running around, but I'm going to do everything I can. That's why you've been working out.
Continue through the debris with the Aerothruster, approaching the green fuselage.
The green fuselage seemed to have gone around destroying the cannon installed on the exterior wall. The soldiers of the town have already been killed, and there is nothing to use the cannon, just in case.
"Let's just hit one shot"
It won't be eyeballing, but I can't draw attention to it unless I make you realize this one exists.
"Aeroblast!"
The shock wave of the released wind disappears when it hits the head of the fuselage and shakes it gently.
And immediately the camera pointed this way.
"Chip, I knew it."
I thought maybe a head with a lot of moving parts, but people's magic is still too powerful. For now, I've made you aware of my existence, and once you're out of sight.
Jump into a broken window abandoned house with an aero thruster and start moving out of view of the enemy aircraft. Shortly afterwards, a huge explosion sounded from behind me and my voice poured.
"Were there still survivors? He said he was moving like a feather. I'll crush you like he did earlier!
Continuous explosions continue, causing buildings around enemy aircraft to collapse.
The way you unleash magic, wave your sword and destroy your home is just the God of Destruction. Well, what you're doing sounds like it's just eight hits.
Looks like this pilot is already pretty upset about the attack from soldiers in town. Is that why you were destroying the cannon?
But just fine. If you're gonna ride a mild provocation, I can do it.
Jump out of the private house and expose your body, unleashing magic from behind toward the fuselage. Naturally played by the armor of the fuselage, but I don't care.
Releasing more magic in a row, the enemy aircraft looked back depressingly.
"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!
A giant sword to be swung down. But I don't feel threatened right now.
Jump up big with the Aerothruster and use the active wing to slip through the side of the sword. That way, right in front of the cockpit. Well, there's interpersonal magic, and I'm not going to keep it that way.
"Air block, triple setup. Start!"
Create an air scaffold in the air, then apply it and jump further up.
My body goes beyond the height of the fuselage, jumping over the head of the enemy aircraft and jumping behind me.
Did my opponent flirt with my movements, he followed me with a head camera, and he barbed as he looked up at the sky.
I can see my pretty ass all the way around the back!
All this time, I activated the magic of the greatest power I could use.
"Stormhammer!
Fire a chunk of high-density air over Armunale's ass.
Zudong, at a palm that's clearly not what it used to be, I make a gutsy pose inside as I fall.
The airframe with the butt slapped was slightly out of balance and stepped forward... well, you know what?
Landing and jumping into a building that was immediately nearby.
"Come on, motherfucker!
A sword I waved in retrospect happened to destroy the heavenly place of my escaped building.
"Chip, airblast!
Blow up the falling debris with an airblast.
"Right there!
The rubble jumped out of the ceiling and found out where I was. Even if it flies out, the magic destroys the building just before, and the impact hits my back.
Katsunkatsu managed to hit his back with some debris about pebbles, but he seems fortunate to be spared from hitting large debris.
Reinforce your posture with the Aerothruster and look around to hide in some building again. That's when I realized my mistake.
There is no hidden building.
Too much attention was drawn to the fuselage, which caused the enemy aircraft to destroy all surrounding buildings.
"Yabba."
"I found it! Death!!
An enemy aircraft pokes his left arm and a water polo floats ahead. It may look like just a chunk of water, but the position of Armunale's hand is about five meters from the ground. Raise your arm and it will be as high as seven meters. From that height, what would happen if a water polo of such a large mass that Armunale's hands were released to hide?
Oh, I could die...
I got that idea in my brain. Really, my body stops moving as if it had turned iron.
If you don't move, you know you have to run, but you don't listen to your body.
The world slowed down like a slow motion, and Mr. Bunois' face floated to his head. And then the captain, Mr. O'Rail, Mr. Ritz, Mr. Carine and Mr. Mirage come up one after the other. That's the sight of the enlistment ceremony.
The next thing that came to mind was Leila to Battis and Leon. Fellow acquaintances at the academy.
Moving further into the past, the people of the village, the village chief, the father, the mother. And...
"I can't die!
As the released water polo loomed, my world regained color and freedom returned to my body.
Activate the Aerothruster and fly to the side, whilst tapping the ground with a windblast and rising above.
I don't think Zuban hit the water polo. The sound rang near me and I was blistered violently.
Avoiding not thinking about balance from the edge slaps me straight to the ground.
"You did it!
Rolling with a gobble, he hits the falling debris again and again, and the saves scream. But hurting means you're alive! That's the word you should use now!
Where the rotation of the body stops, it wakes the upper body ignoring the painful body.
I managed to survive while my whole body was soaking wet.
I'm sorry to hear that. I hear the "Did You Do It" flag has corrections on the enemy side too!
"I'm alive, you idiot!
When I cursed him, he noticed that he was activating the sound collection.
"It's a cockroach!
"What's Inago talking about! People's land, eating away! Go home to the nest!
"There's a hipster soldier in the kingdom!
"Ha, that hipster's teasing me and you're so clean!
"The bastard you've been running around, he didn't slap you in the mouth!
That's what the enemy planes put their arms against me again.
But I'm not in a hurry. There's no need to rush. You don't have to run.
"Death!
"You're the one who dies. Stuff"
When I thought I heard that low voice, an armunale jumped out of the shadow of the building, rushing all the way to the enemy aircraft and sticking out his sword in the cockpit.
Against a complete ambush, the enemy aircraft is pierced through the cockpit at a pinpoint without being able to move a single step.
The tip of the Armunale, which jumped out of the fuselage, is accompanied by blood and clothes that appear to belong to the Imperial Soldier.
It fell loosely as it pulled its sword out of its fuselage.
"Eldo, are you all right?
"Yeah, something. Captain, you must arrive soon."
Airframe pierced by enemy aircraft. The pilot of that fuselage is Captain Bodwan of our Thirty-first Armunale.
While I was rolling, I saw a chilling captain aircraft, so I stirred it up as much as I could to draw your attention to this one, but that was brilliantly haunting.
Your uniform is already worn out, but you stand up dusty appropriately. The pain ran on his flank, and when I put my hand on it, he slashed it with a fragment of stone, or his clothes were torn and a muscle cut was made.
The wound itself is not so deep, and the blood is seeping twitchy from the wound. Seriously, it's a miracle you've done this much.
"What about the other airframes?
"Two planes are on their way to the red guy. The others went after the Armunale they found. I'll be on my way to the Red Guy's crusade soon, too, but more so, Eldo."
"Yes, what is it?
"Why are you still here? You were ordered to withdraw the scouts before that time."
"Huh?"
"You didn't realize?
Apparently, I even ignored the withdrawal order and even caught the attention of the enemy aircraft. Well, you know, I've been doing a hell of a lot of catching my attention while I exposed myself and attacked, and I can tell you I couldn't afford to notice.
I heard a sigh through the microphone as I gently diverted my gaze from the fuselage.
"Totally. Eldo, get behind me."
"Is that good?
"If you're evading now, you'll be caught in battle."
"I'll be on it in a minute!
Exactly. That doesn't taste good. If you get caught up in that magic meeting, you'll die without having to do anything!
I go around behind the cockpit with an aero thruster and jump inside from the hatch the captain opened for me.
"Excuse me."
"Stay behind me. We don't have time. Keep going for the Red Guy's crusade. They seem to be struggling a little over there."
With the exception of the monitor from the back of the cockpit, these two aircraft are standing in a red fuselage. But one plane was destroyed one arm, and the other one was not moving well to see if it was damaged to the leg.
"Okay. Please."
Put me in the rear, and the captain's fuselage ran out toward the red armunale while activating the magic.