Frost Plated acted with extreme swiftness. At a temporary airfield on the Grante Border, two Z-11 "Vulture" fighter jets that had just completed a bombing mission stayed in the hangar for only three minutes. They changed their air-to-air combat missiles and immediately headed for the runway.
The dark starry sky camouflage made the fighter jets almost merge with the Ersha Sky, their agile forms, like swallow-tailed swifts, were propelled almost silently into the air by the triple vector engines and then disappeared into the endless night.
"Demon Stone squadron, your urgent task is to cover the transport plane until it safely reaches the combat airspace."
"Received."
The order came from the air command center 'Ice Palace'. To this, Demon Stone No. 1 was nonchalant as he chewed his gum and switched to a private channel, teasing his wingman, "Those women are too confident, daring to set off without waiting for the escort squadron."
