After the battle ended, the Aerospace Fighter pilot watched the wreckage of the Greenskin aircraft plummet toward the ground. The corners of his mouth curled up as he said disdainfully:
"Those planes cobbled together from scrap metal think they can fight me? They're overestimating themselves!"
His words were full of confidence and pride, as though this victory had come effortlessly to him.
"That's right. Those heaps of junk aren't even qualified to get close to us."
The fire-control operator echoed him, his voice filled with contempt for the Greenskin aircraft. His tone carried scorn and mockery for the enemy, as if they were not worth mentioning at all.
But that was indeed the truth. Though those Greenskin aircraft were small and nimble, without shield systems to protect them, they were exceptionally fragile in the face of the Aerospace Fighters' formidable firepower.
The Aerospace Fighters' powerful weaponry allowed them to destroy the Greenskin aircraft with ease, leaving the enemy unable to fight back. Although the Greenskin aircraft had relied on their small size and agility to evade attacks for a short while, they were easily destroyed once they approached the Aerospace Fighters.
"Now that we've wiped out those Greenskin aircraft, let's go! We still need to return to the fleet and await further orders."
The operator controlling the Intelligent Wingman spoke up with a reminder. His tone remained calm, revealing his focus on the mission and sense of responsibility.
"Let's go." The pilot controlled the Aerospace Fighter and continued flying out of the atmosphere.
He handled the fighter with practiced skill, displaying superb flying technique and professionalism. Amid the roar of its engines, the Aerospace Fighter gradually vanished beyond the horizon, leaving only the lingering thunder of its engines behind.
When this Aerospace Fighter returned to the fleet, it discovered that