Just as The Alliance's players finished preparing for battle, the Southern Legion's Third Air Group had also completed all combat preparations.
A hundred "Daggers" formed attack formations in the sky and charged murderously toward the incoming aircraft like wolves hunting sheep.
The Velanders clearly did not take these Brahma Kingdom fighters seriously.
Although training a propeller-plane pilot did not cost as much as training a jet pilot, it still took at least five or six months.
And that was only the bare minimum.
To ensure adequate combat effectiveness, training took no less than ten months, along with at least 400 flight hours.
Given the Velanders' talent for combat, their training efficiency was probably 1.5 to 2 times that of ordinary people, yet even they needed at least three months to become an effective fighting force.
But Brahma Kingdom, which had evolved from the Heavenly King Army, had not even existed for that long!
Even if they could buy civilized equipment from The Alliance, they could not possibly find many pilots worth the name.
That was precisely why.
The hundred "Daggers" did not hesitate in the slightest. They all accelerated to maximum speed and pounced on the medals flying chaotically across the sky, afraid that the distant airship or the ground-based anti-aircraft units would steal the first kill from them!
"Die!!"
With a roar to bolster his courage, Milton locked onto the nearest enemy plane and pulled the trigger without hesitation. The two 10mm autocannons beneath him spat long, thick tongues of flame.
"Bang bang bang—!"
The deafening thunder shook the cockpit with sharp rattles, and the thick barrage of shells was like a lance thrust from his own hands!
This would be a battle without suspense!
It could not even be called a battle. It was a completely one-sided slaughter!