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“Come, describe what happened before, sir.”
"Oh, okay... Back then, I was bored, so I just wandered around looking for pretty girls..."
"Ahem, let's get down to business..."
"Oh, okay. When I got to that room, I thought I heard the voices of the three of them, but I wasn't sure, so I decided to press my ear against the door and eavesdrop."
"Then, when my hand touched the door panel, I suddenly felt a rush of blood to my head..." Griffin said, gesturing as he spoke. "Then my left eye felt very uncomfortable, and then a scene jumped in front of me. Before I could see it clearly, I felt like I was punched in the face and knocked down."
"The scene? What scene? Can you describe it?"
“Sure, but I have to ask you something, Angelie.” He called his adjutant into the conversation. “I’d like to know, when I fell, you were with your back to the door, right?”
"Ah."
"And she even had both hands placed between her thighs, looking very shy, didn't she?"
"Oh, what did I do..." Angelie blushed, wanting to argue, but nodded anyway.
“Ah, pretty much that pose, Doctor.” Griffin chuckled. “I think I saw a figure in that pose behind the door when I bumped into it, but it wasn’t a complete shadow; the limbs were connected by individual lines, like…”
"Like the human neural network diagram you saw before, right?"
"Oh, right, right! That's it! I practically sensed someone behind the door, and I could even see their exact posture! Doctor! Can you diagnose anything for me?!"
"If that's the case, I'm sorry, Lieutenant, everything is normal. You just need to calm yourself down and you'll be fine! Call me if you need anything."
"WTF?" Griffin and his group watched in astonishment as the doctor calmly walked away without even turning his head...
……
After the doctor left, he went straight to a room, went inside, locked the door, and then sat down, facing the two people dressed as black-robed wizards in front of him.
"The implantation appears to have been very successful."
"Well, let's wait and see if this lieutenant can adapt to the battlefield and his body. Although this forced implantation method can expand its applicability, it has significant side effects and the possibility of bad results cannot be ruled out. However, once multiple experiments are successful, it can be used by many elite pilots."
"That would be great. At least we'd see fewer elite pilots being carried back in mortal danger, waiting for us to save them."
"Ha, then let's hope those knights can truly serve His Majesty the Emperor to the fullest extent."
……
Return to the ward.
"W-what? You can't see the face, but..."
"You're so silly, Angelie. Neural networks can still recognize body shape! I know every inch of your figure inside and out. Do you think I wouldn't understand? Hahahaha!"
"Do you want some cruel punishment, Lieutenant?" Angelie's nose was practically flaring with anger. "Do you want me to give you a private treatment for your itchy skin while you're in the hospital?"
"Hey, they've probably been sitting here too long and are getting restless. By the way, are you guys going on a sortie with the Knights of the Round Table tomorrow morning?"
"Ah? Yes, now it's our turn, Knights."
"Yeah! What a shame, it's none of my business, what a pain." Griffin shook his head, looking at Lilizia standing by the bed, Angeli sitting on the edge of the bed, and finally focusing his gaze on Ypel, who was squatting at the head of the bed with her chin resting on the bed.
"I can only offer you my moral support, haha! I wish you a triumphant return, oh, and my buff too." The lieutenant grinned mischievously, patting Ypel's cute little head and her long, smooth black hair.
This was just another instance of her being a little unserious, and Angelina wasn't surprised by it.
However, she noticed that the lieutenant's left eye seemed to be faintly glowing with a purplish-red iridescence...
Chapter 126, Section 188: The Knight's Longsword, The Hero's Star Medal
"Your Grace! The troops in the west of the city are advancing steadily, the Soviet offensive is crumbling, and we will soon be able to expand our landing zone!"
"Good, I understand."
The atmosphere inside the German Reichstag building was quite relaxed, and the progress of the battle seemed to be making people more and more optimistic.
"Sir, by focusing solely on the west side of the city, while the battlefront on the east remains fiercely contested, with the Soviet offensive relentlessly pursuing us, I fear it might actually backfire..."
“No country’s army can be fully committed to combat at all times, Lieutenant Colonel. I understand that the west side of the city is just a decoy. Next, we will open up the situation in the east side of the city.”
"Report! News from the front!" the communications officer shouted. "The two Knights of the Round Table and their accompanying squads are approaching the airspace above the Eastern Theater Command and are preparing to launch a raid on the enemy's rear!"
……
As evening approached, two dark spots appeared in the sky, flying in the opposite direction of the setting sun.
"Ah, it is an honor to fight alongside the Knights of the Round Table for the first time."
Angelie and her two companions, along with a large group of Gloucesters, donned flight wings and followed two peculiar puppets of different shapes—Tristan and Mordred. In order to maintain formation, they slowed down and headed towards their destination together.
Before being hit by Soviet anti-aircraft fire, Lilizia could comfortably sit in her aircraft and admire these two masterpieces representing the strongest combat power, her blood boiling as she uttered words of praise.
"Alright! Lieutenant Angelie! We need to split up! We'll coordinate with Tristan to raid the convoy, while you cover Mordred as she attacks the town!"
"Understood!"
Before he could finish speaking, Mordred had already left them far behind. Then, before the anti-aircraft missile belts could even flash, he was the first to deploy his hadron cannon in front of his chest, using a red tornado to sweep away the dilapidated houses. Angelie and her team were left to arrive late and had to busy themselves taking down the enemy positions that had just begun to make noise.
……
A red tornado raged across the land once again, and it was time for the scythe to begin its harvest.
"Hey! Next target! Warriors!" Gino's Tristan Liso flew over the barracks they had just smashed and destroyed, and quickly took off.
"Brother? How many of your men were injured or killed?"
"Two were injured and one was destroyed, which is still acceptable."
"That's pretty good, haha!" Gino's confidence in this surprise attack instantly soared. It seemed that discussing the daytime attack with the Duke was the right thing to do.
"Alright! Cheer up! I see a convoy on the road. Oh dear, what bad luck, we ended up in such an empty place."
"Sir, please..." The accompanying pilot leader wanted to tell him to slow down, but before he could say anything, Tristan flew off.
"Sigh... okay..."
"Hey! Captain! Something's not right!"
"what happened?"
"That convoy! That convoy looks like..."
……
"Huh? This is it?"
Gino also noticed something was wrong with his scene—the canvas covers on the green trucks had suddenly been thrown away, revealing a group of soldiers and artillery sitting on the trucks!
"What?" The bullet belts all over the road were neatly flung at his face like toothbrush bristles. He hurriedly pulled the lever, did a somersault to dodge the deadly bullets, and then flew sideways towards the front of the convoy.
"Damn it, you guys actually plotted against me?!" Gino was a little annoyed. "Well, it seems things are really getting interesting."
He continued to accelerate, thinking that after taking down the lead vehicle, he could force the anti-aircraft gun corps to stop.
"Hey! Secretary Wienberg!"
"Huh? What's wrong?" Gino heard someone calling him. It was from the escort KMF behind him, and the voice sounded very flustered.
"Look up! Look at the sky! There's a huge expanse of it!"
……
"Major Koridub, summarize your plan."
"Yes, Comrade Marshal. I hope you can arrange some trucks, equip them with anti-aircraft guns, and then cover them with tarpaulins to disguise them as transporting supplies. These two incredibly fast flying puppets must have already determined that their target is the supplies, so they probably won't let this batch of 'supplies' go either."
"then you……"
"When they engage these packhorses, have them radio me, and I will join the other fighter squadrons to take down the hooked salmon."
"I admire your courage, comrade. But what about the risks of doing this? As you've probably said, these targets might be too agile for a fighter jet."
“Every country’s army has its elite troops. I am an outstanding child of my motherland, while those two are the enemy’s ‘glory.’ But we have one thing in common—we are all irreplaceable, we are all unique. So, I am unique, and they are unique too…”
……
Now, in the clouds above Tristan, a large flock of geese painted with the Soviet red star swooped down at the command of a gray-white La-7 fighter jet.
The pilot of plane number 27 had just finished recalling this moment with Marshal Zhukov.
"Let's see whose 'only one' will leave first!"
In Kozhedub's name, the crosshair in the cockpit had already begun to slowly aim at the giant next to the convoy!
……
"Holy crap!" Gino couldn't take it anymore. "Is it really that serious? Is the whole world targeting me?"
Several fighter jets had already reached his effective range and opened fire on him. With no other options, Gino had to abandon his plan to cut down the truck and began to accelerate.
"Hey! Ha!" Tristan swayed left and right, making it increasingly difficult for the fighters to catch up. The cannon bullets could only skim the ground around it, and the range of the puppet's movements completely outweighed the range of the wing's sway.
The planes were too close to the ground and had to pull up, while Tristan leisurely drew large circles at almost ground level to accelerate. As the fighter jets above him approached one by one, Gino actually smiled smugly.
"Ha, that's more like it!"
Suddenly, Tristan's flight path straightened, and he charged toward the Soviet convoy on the ground, his eyes fixed on it. Just before he was about to collide with the lead vehicle, he jerked his body upward, pushed off with his legs, and flipped the truck over before soaring into the blue sky, taking flight to meet the approaching fighter jets still watching him.
The machine gun ammunition belts flew out of the rifling, and the fighter jets' firepower wove together a slowly tightening fishing net, trying to wrap up the blue and white doll.
"Well then, it's time to hand in your exam papers!"
Tristan immediately pulled out his double-headed sickle, put it together, and slipped out of the trap like an eel facing the incoming bullets. The rapidly moving air current carried the bullets that had just passed by, and it went upstream, splitting the raging river apart.
Before the pilots could even get a good look at Tristan's gleaming bald head, they only saw a dark red afterimage flash past their eyes. Amidst a burst of sparks or a horrific cracking sound, either their wings were shattered and they plummeted downwards, or their cockpits and instrument panels were struck hard and turned into a cloud of dust, shattering into the clouds.
"Hmm, looks like a few of them aren't very good! Nothing special." Gino thought with a smile. The enemy planes that were watching him either fired blanks during the dance or became spoils of war with fireworks. Only a few exceptions did not come head-on.
"Slow down! Let me see what you've found." Hmm, a gray-white figure didn't participate in the process, but instead circled around him from a distance during Tristan's ascent, maintaining a subtle distance.
"Oh, it's you!" Gino smiled. During his travels in District 45, he had heard many pilots from KMF Airlines talk about one thing: there was a gray-white Soviet fighter plane, number 27. Almost every brave man who tried to hunt it down alone in the sky would be toyed with by it. As for whether he would die at its hands or at the hands of someone else, that was a matter of betting.
Its nickname, like a branding iron, melted the icy courage of the Britannian warriors—the Silver Dove.
"So, let me see if your top students can get a perfect score!"
Gino smiled confidently and chased after the direction the silver dove had gone.
……
Watch out behind you!
Meanwhile, Angelie and Mordred were also harassed, as expected. About a dozen fighter jets took them down while they were still in the air, leaving the three of them and two other Gloucesters to stay in the air and drive away the approaching enemies.
Mordred deliberately slowed down as its bulky form activated its shields to deflect two fighter jets that were closing in on it at six o'clock and firing. When it was close enough, it twisted its body, deactivating its shields in the instant before releasing its micro-missiles. One of the two emerald-green birds miraculously escaped the attack, while the other exploded into a ball of sparks within the red needles and threads, disappearing behind it.
"Huff... I can't take it anymore..." Lilizia gasped for breath inside the tumbling aircraft. "These birds have forced me to do several extreme flips already. Don't they get tired?"
"Let's be on our toes, cough cough cough..." Angelie coughed incessantly in the cockpit, "We don't have the Knights of the Round Table's aircraft, so we can only rely on our own abilities to survive..."
"Ah, but it seems the Knights of the Round Table aren't in a good position either?" Ypel's words led the other two to witness a scene they would never forget amidst their battle...
……
The sky was shrouded in black smoke, with countless black dots resembling a swarm of worms or a colony of wasps. Tristan clung tightly to the silhouette of a fighter jet in the fading sunlight, their bodies covered by even more cross-shaped wasps, like sesame seeds on a flatbread.
The sparse slingshots and swaying white lines in the sky seemed to be weaving a trap to strangle the knight.
Gino gradually found himself unable to withstand the pressure.
However, he didn't know that inside "Silver Dove," a Soviet hero named Kozhedub was also grappling with this very problem.
Kozhedub tried to catch up with its six o'clock and get a hold of it, but the giant's powerful thrust left his propeller far behind. He had to rack his brains to predict where his prey would turn in order to save time for maneuvering. And when the giant turned its back to him again, the time available to aim and fire might slip away in the blink of an eye.
"Blyat..." The sweat pouring from inside his hat was almost enough to fill a pot, yet this deadly duel was still undecided. Although the major, as the only person to have ever shot down a Nazi German Me 262 jet fighter, wasn't particularly bothered by high speeds, this enemy's capabilities were such that even the Me 262 might not be able to match his...
Gradually, Tristan, with a nimble, snake-like dance, took down several of the entangled birds and regained the initiative in the duel.
"Okay! It's my turn to write the questions now!"
Kozhedub must have already sensed his motives. Before their eyes even met, he swooped down, and Gino, staring at the red star on his tail, followed.
"Hehehe! This idea isn't very good!"
They couldn't slow down; slowing down would make them easier targets for fighter jets engrossed in aerial maneuvers—at least not here. With his neck braced, Tristan quickly closed in behind the fighter jet again. Gino made a decisive move, throwing out his grappling hook.
"Ok?"
Suddenly, the Silver Dove tilted and began to roll, dodging the grappling hook that was trying to bite its rear. At the same time, it drew an airflow circle around the KMF's body and maneuvered behind Gino before he could react. Then, as Kozhedub pressed the button on the control stick, a string of gleaming machine gun bullets was thrown towards Tristan's cockpit.