Wilderness
"You shot down an airship?"
The bearded man sat atop the huge land fortress, looking indifferently at the officer before him.
"Theoretically,"
The officer bowed his head and wiped the sweat from his forehead, "after we announced the military exercise, all nearby flight routes should have been rerouted. This airship seemed to have lost its way, coming out of nowhere and crashing right into our gun barrel."
"An airship that lost its way wouldn't lower its altitude to a height within range of conventional artillery. Did you fire an Anti-Air Electromagnetic Cannon with live ammunition?"
The bearded man's gaze turned cold as he looked at the officer.
"Yes, as per your orders, we needed to be ready for an air attack."
The officer said nervously, still with his head down.
"Do you know?"
The bearded man picked up his cup, speaking in a hoarse yet calm voice,
