007: A Sacred War

The Frostplate Federation pilot contentedly counted the bullet holes in the falling Red Arrow aircraft. His mech had made those holes minutes ago with an SS-101 Electric Energy Machine Gun.

This Mosbike had a Civil Aviation registration code, but in reality, it was powered by the most advanced dual nuclear furnace engine, heating air to generate reverse thrust for flight. It was known as the "footless bird" that never landed.

Nuclear-powered reconnaissance aircraft flying at high altitude were generally difficult for ground forces to track. But because the Esha Sky Curtain had lowered, the reconnaissance plane had been forced to descend to an altitude of three thousand meters, allowing the Frostplate mech air defense unit supporting Sky Ring to shoot down this footless bird.

The Mosbike, disguised as a civilian aircraft, was now in a miserable state. It had made an emergency landing in the white sands, and military insignia could still be felt on the pilot's seat.

The air around the aircraft reeked of scorched synthetic materials, like someone had thrown a chunk of rancid chicken fat onto an abandoned engine hood. The stench of hydrogen sulfide drifted wildly through the air.

The Red Arrow People had burned the camera.

"Get on your knees properly, you two war-criminal beasts."

The captain of the infantry squad shouted as he aimed his rifle at the two Red Arrow pilots. Their gazes were cold. Though they obeyed orders, clasping their hands over their heads and crouching on their knees, there was not a trace of submission on their skull-like faces, much to the mech pilot's displeasure.

"You crossed Sky Ring's border and actively invaded another country's territory. You also photographed classified information. What awaits you is a charge of espionage. You will be condemned and spat upon by countless people."

"So what?"