The chief engineer raised one finger. "A single aircraft costs one million."
Lynn's expression changed at once—completely. "It's not like we're sending them to their deaths. This money should be saved."
"Save where we should save, spend where we should spend. That's right."
"Our weapons have always followed that philosophy."
"Order the logistics department to begin repairing the damaged aircraft immediately and replenish the ammunition and fuel," Lynn continued. "At the same time, notify the R&D department. I want to see improvement proposals addressing the problems exposed in today's battle. Within two weeks, we need to be capable of launching a larger-scale strike."
"Oh, right. Remember: save where we should save, spend where we should spend."
"Just like the fighter concept I provided—if the engine isn't good enough, reduce the weight."
A tribute to Little Cabinet's Zero, that was what this was.
An airborne lighter was still an airborne lighter.
Anyway, we weren't poor. Build a few more, and our strength in the air would only grow.
Besides, the pilots weren't ordinary people. If things got dangerous, they could run for it themselves.
Their reactions were seven times faster than ordinary people's. We needed to find a way to equip them with Magic Masters' gear so they could fly themselves back.
Lynn felt they ought to drag Odris, the Old Father, over here and let them learn what it meant to be pursued by lance cavalry riding Warhorses.
Only then would they know what courage was.
Lin Mu was starting to give off a bit of a war criminal vibe again.
But he had a point—this saved money!
A medium bomber cost one million, while researching bulletproof glass cost billions.
Better to build more and bomb straight through them!
No one found anything strange about it.
After all, naval battles