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One of them asked in the channel, "Maybe... we should try it too?"

The other refused, "You try if you want, I\'m afraid of diving at such high speed and licking the ground, a single mistake and I\'ll be planting myself straight into it."

"Fair point..." the other pilot could only regretfully give up, "Let\'s just stick to dropping bombs honestly."

The two Wind Falcons gave up on performing high-difficulty maneuvers and flew stably high above the heads of the enemy, simply dropping the bombs they were carrying.

During this process, they watched with envy as Kuchi, who had circled back around, engaged in another round of ground shooting, claiming the lives of four bio-artillery soldiers.

By now, the whole bio-artillery position had descended into chaos.

But his time to show off had come to an end.

The other five formations of Wind Falcons had also arrived by this point.

Thirty heavy missiles, with the help of servo-skull assisted fire control, hit the enemy\'s high-value targets with relative precision.

All the bio-artillery soldiers were history.

Kuchi pouted, feeling a bit unsatisfied.

Shooting at fixed targets on the training ground, what could be more thrilling than unleashing firepower on the enemies of humanity in an actual battlefield?

Given more time and a few more rounds, he was confident he could take out the remaining bio-artillery soldiers all by himself with just his Wind Falcon.

Unfortunately, his teammates had come to steal the kills.

The newly arrived five formations, fifteen Wind Falcons, started making strafing runs over the enemy\'s dense positions and dropping bombs.

Having exhausted his bombs in the earlier engagement, Kuchi could only sullenly aim his machine gun at the enemy for ground strafing.

Each ground assault dive was accompanied by a shrieking howl, followed by the bloody baptism of lasers and kinetic cannon shells over hundreds of meters in a straight line.

Round after round, Kuchi didn\'t count how many he\'d fired, until the squadron leader called him, urging him to keep up with the formation and evacuate, only then did he stop, still longing for more.

On the return flight, passing over Crook Manor, he even flashed a \'yeah\' gesture to the soldiers below—he didn\'t care whether they could see it or not.

...

Jason Morgan, looking up, of course, couldn\'t see the gesture made by the impressive pilot, it was too far and the pilot was inside the cockpit.

But that did not prevent him from saluting him.

He was the great savior!

He had heard that the Twin Cities were assembling the Allied Air Force.

In the past, he had seen airplanes too.

To his mind, whether it was the Old Alliance\'s propeller airplanes or helicopters, they were at best... just for show.

As for their practical use, he had not seen it.

At least, there was nothing particularly noteworthy about their combat records.

He had thought that the new Alliance\'s air force would be more of the same, perhaps a bit more impressive, but how much better could they really be?

However, today, he had truly realized the power of the air force.

Under the governor\'s rule, these types of aircraft he had never seen before were simply too fierce!

A single Wind Falcon combined the functions of a missile launch platform, fighter, attack aircraft, and bomber, and crucially, it did all these roles quite well.

He had counted, and there had only been eighteen that had come, yet their arrival had dealt a devastating blow to that wave of a hundred thousand Aberrant Beasts.

Death rained from above!

Firstly, they had almost completely eradicated the enemy\'s artillery forces.

The bio-chemical artillery units, with a range exceeding ten kilometers, posed the greatest threat to the militia troops.

The militia\'s mortars and small mountain guns were not only scarce in number but also lacked the range to hit those bio-chemical artillery units, making it very difficult to engage the enemy.

In the face of limited numbers, even if they managed to cover the distance with their firepower, they often couldn\'t produce significant battle results, and they would also draw a strong counterattack from the enemy.

The pressure from the bio-chemical artillery was too much, frankly speaking, since the beginning of the conflict, most of the casualties within the militia troops were caused by those highly corrosive and wide-impact biochemical shells.

After eliminating those dozens or hundreds of bio-chemical artillery monsters, the enemy firepower bearing down on Crook Manor would be significantly reduced.

Artillery is the god of war, and this holds true even for the advanced version of the Aberrant Beasts armies.

Of course, it would be good just to deal with the enemy\'s artillery, but that might still not be enough.

The remaining massive number of enemies were still a terrifying threat.

Then, the horizontal bombing by the eighteen Wind Falcons, although not very precise, the total of more than two thousand bombs were capable of carpet bombing the battlefield in front of Crook Manor.

More importantly, the legions of Aberrant Beasts evidently lacked experience and preparation for dealing with an air force. The dumb creatures didn\'t even know how to lie down when being bombed.

Previously, the vast enemy force that had brought them immense pressure had already been scattered.

Countless corpses lay on the path leading to the assault on Crook Manor.

Up to now, Jason Morgan was completely confident that he could defend the entire manor.

At the very least, holding out until dark tomorrow, until the main forces of the Alliance Army arrived, would be no problem.

Moreover, if needed, the Allied Air Force could come for another round during this process.

Having emptied their munitions, they would return for resupply and could come back. Back and forth, a trip of twelve or thirteen hundred kilometers was just a matter of a couple of hours.

Just the time for reloading munitions was a bit exaggerated; the ground crew might complain, "I\'ve been loading missiles and shells all damn day, and you shoot them all out in just a few minutes?"

But all things considered, the problem was no longer severe.

...

In fact, even holding their ground was no longer necessary.

After the Allied Air Force squadron made their move, those Aberrant Beasts seemed to realize they couldn\'t win.

The remaining Aberrant Beasts retreated like the tide, back into the dense jungle.

And here, three people in green academic robes gathered together.

"The air power of the Alliance is much stronger than we imagined," one of them said.

"However, if we hide in the jungle, the power of the Alliance Air Force should be greatly reduced..."

"Indeed, but that\'s not realistic. The chairman demands we take the offensive. The plan\'s start requires time, it needs more people. People won\'t venture into the jungle of their own accord. But if we\'re constantly under threat from aerial strikes, we simply can\'t leave the jungle to take the offensive."

"I\'ve reported it to the chairman. We must quickly research anti-air, or even air force-type mutants within the society, otherwise, we can\'t fight back."

"But, it\'s probably difficult to get quick results. To avoid orbital strikes, Chanter Town has been abandoned. The rear is looking for a new hidden location and also dispersing the research facilities to avoid a total wipeout. The defection of the chairman\'s teacher has had a big impact."

"That\'s how it\'s going to be then, we can only lay low for now."

"But what will the Alliance do? They\'ve made such a show of moving south..."

"They\'re definitely heading to reclaim the entire Green Valley Region, but all they can reclaim are those plantations, those gathering places. Eighty percent of the Green Valley Region is virgin jungle, our kingdom. Does the Alliance Army dare to enter the jungle on their own?"

"It would be good if that were the case."

...

"What? Take the offensive into the jungle?"

Jason Morgan\'s eyes widened in disbelief.

"Yes," Perbov said confidently, "I thought those brainless monsters would continue to besiege Crook Manor for a while, allowing me to eliminate part of their main force before entering the jungle. It\'s a pity they fled... But never mind, once we\'re in the jungle, we can wipe out these creatures just the same."

"But why... how?" Jason Morgan asked, puzzled beyond measure.