As the saying went, even a rabbit would bite when cornered.
Nothing could have been more fitting for Neroy.
The high-intensity battle had continued for three full days and nights—seventy-two hours without a single second of rest. Neroy's offensive was as fierce as an endless blaze. Not only did it show no signs of subsiding, it did not even seem to be slowing down.
"I'm really sorry..."
Standing before Fang Zheng, a silver-haired girl with soft, fluffy short hair spoke quietly.
"Everyone... can't hold on any longer..."
"Mm, I could tell just by looking at you..."
Fang Zheng silently shook his head as he looked at the girl before him. The one standing there was Lieutenant Sanya V. Litvyak of the United Army's 501st Joint Fighter Wing. She was also one of the witches, but unlike the others, Sanya was mainly responsible for nighttime patrols, so her body clock was the opposite of the other witches'.
Born in Russia, Sanya was a petite, quiet girl who spoke softly and was quite likable. Of course, that did not mean she lacked Russian blood in her bones—just looking at the Flieger Hummer rocket launcher she used made it clear that she, too, believed deep down that one explosion could solve a thousand troubles.
Fang Zheng rather liked talking to her. On one hand, the little girl was adorable. On the other hand—among the 501st Fighter Wing... no, among every witch Fang Zheng had met, she was the only one who wore a skirt!!
That truly was not easy to come by...
Whenever Fang Zheng spoke with other witches, he always felt awkward all over. Especially when they stood boldly before him in nothing but a pair of panties, chatting and laughing with perfectly normal expressions, he always felt as if he had