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"One...two...five."

When Bram made out the number of approaching planes, he was slightly stunned.

Three U-77 light fighters, three S-15 small air transporters.

A total of six planes.

Bram lifted his binoculars higher, gazing into the deeper darkness of the night sky.

There was nothing else there.

Only these six planes were approaching.

Normally, a Federation air force squadron is composed of about five planes.

This was exactly the size of an air force squadron.

"Captain, it's too dark to see which organization this flight squad belongs to. The city government has already denied all flights permission to land tonight. Could it be some flight squad that's gone astray nearby? Should we signal them to leave?"

The officer standing next to Bram also held a pair of binoculars, tentatively asking.

Generally, a flight squad with only a few planes would be carrying out some sort of short-distance reconnaissance or transport mission, not far from the main force.