"This is Flying Fox, we have arrived at the target airspace!"
"Let's get to work! I don't want to miss today's lunch. Damn, the guys from Wandering Swamp eat like they've never tasted meat before, are they starved ghosts reborn?!"
"Haha! Maybe they really can't get enough food back home!"
"This morning's 'wontons' were not bad, I think that's what they're called—"
"No distractions, focus on your targets."
"Received!"
On the west side of Broken Blade Mountain.
Twelve Cloud Dragonfly Flapping Machines, wings churning, carried missile racks fully loaded with ammunition furiously circled a side of the mountain.
At the same time, three platoons made up of mercenaries also finished assembling and launched their attack from the north.
It was eight in the morning now.
And, in the hour prior, their allied forces had bombarded the mountain with at least 500 155-mm heavy artillery shells, washing over every accessible position.
