Isolated and Helpless / The Ten Rings' Headquarters

That thing wasn't meant to blow up planes. Wakanda's aircraft flew too high; they simply couldn't hit them.

But just because they couldn't didn't mean no one else could.

"Move it, they're about to begin!"

At the same time, an aircraft carrier near Somali waters raised its naval guns toward the sky, forming just the right angle with the horizon.

With a buzzing roar, electromagnetic shells shot into the sky and vanished into the boundless heavens the next second.

A few minutes later, Wakanda's aircraft were hit by missiles from the naval fleet, and several fighters crashed on the spot.

Even Erik hadn't anticipated this.

"We're so far from the coast, and you're telling me those missiles were fired from Somali waters!?"

Erik seized a fighter pilot and roared madly.

"Sir, we can't stay here any longer. Either we retreat, or we fight the enemies on the ground to the death."

Erik shoved him away, his gaze vicious. "Then we'll do that. Send orders to every soldier of the Border Tribe—everyone lands and prepares for battle!"

"And have the fighters deal with the enemies in Somali waters. Call headquarters for support."

On the ground, the mercenaries watched the enemy aircraft descend, their faces lighting up with delight.

"Hahaha, finally coming down, are you? You fucking niggers!"

The Wakandan soldiers deployed their Energy Shields as they launched attacks against the enemy.

The mercenaries returned their enthusiasm in kind.

The moment the two sides clashed, the battle immediately reached a fever pitch.

Both sides threw everything they had into destroying the other, and the war was gradually altering the ecology and terrain of the area.

Smoke and blood blanketed the earth.

The aircraft in the sky headed west, preparing to cause trouble for the navy.

The war had been underway for less