"Buzz, buzz, buzz."
The slender flying machines sped over Gilneas's territorial waters. These gnome-built engineering flying machines could not fly close to the sea, but there were so many of them that their passage through the air stirred clearly visible ripples on the surface.
"Five hundred meters ahead! All aircraft, prepare to drop bombs!"
Wearing golden goggles and leather armor, the gnome commander Fizzlank carefully piloted his Big Shark flying machine, cautiously watching the approaching bombing zone through his sight. The veteran gnome pilot issued an order over his engineering communicator, then raised his head and glanced at Gilneas in the mists, unable to hold back a sigh.
The old gnome had visited Gilneas ten years ago, and it had left quite a good impression on him. Although its people had a somewhat unlikable pride, they were generally hospitable. Unfortunately, on his second visit, he had brought a war.
"Two hundred meters ahead! Prepare to drop bombs!"
Fizzlank shook his head hard, driving those ill-timed thoughts out of his mind, and returned his attention to the control stick before him. His other hand closed around the Big Shark's bomb-release switch.
From the moment Gnomeregan fell, he had ceased to be merely an engineer. As a soldier, he naturally understood that war did not bend to human will. In his heart, Colonel Fizzlank, who had already experienced many wars, undoubtedly felt sorrow for the people of Gilneas, but what this nation had done six years ago... truly deserved no sympathy.
"Fifty meters ahead! Prepare to drop bombs!"
The gnome pilot colonel took a deep breath. For gnomish flying machines equipped with the latest engines, fifty meters was less than an instant's distance. Two seconds later, he was the first to flip the bomb-release switch. The Big Shark's bomb bay opened completely