"Ace pilot, requesting to engage!"
"Enemy spotted at twelve o'clock!"
"Commencing bombing!"
Kuchi's excited and sharp voice kept echoing in the flight squadron's channel.
Some wanted to complain, but in the end, there was silence on the channel.
There wasn't much to say; everyone had long been familiar with what kind of temperament this comrade usually had.
The Allied Air Force had just begun construction and had handed over a total of eighteen aircraft. Three aircraft formed a group, making six small squadrons, barely constituting an air squadron.
Eighteen pilots, part of whom were picked from the rudimentary ranks of the Old Alliance Air Force and the rest were simply young people selected from the military.