The Thunderbolt Attack Aircraft roared and circled in the sky, much like an eagle watching over its domain. Rüdeler looked down at the ground, where the black highway beneath him resembled the vein of a dead giant.
The highways were black because of the sheer amount of destroyed equipment on them. Charred bodies and melted steel were piled together, a visualization of hell itself.
He quickly spotted an anti-aircraft position of the Qin Country, which was fairly well camouflaged. However, it was clear that to gain a wider firing arc, it inevitably had to expose some parts.
The lifted barrels were pointed at the sky, seemingly preparing to ambush Rüdeler as he descended, thinking he hadn't noticed them.
This was the only chance for the anti-aircraft guns; if they failed, disaster awaited them.
"Interesting!" Rüdeler, who had destroyed countless similar anti-aircraft positions, smiled. This was not his first time facing such enemies.
