Flying the Butcher Fighter through the skies, seated in the cramped cockpit, feeling the engine's vibration, enjoying the turbulence of the air currents, this was the job of the pilots from Great Tang.
Actually, they really liked to fly. That feeling of rolling in the sky, diving and opening fire on the enemy, watching tracer bullets draw beautiful curves, piercing through the enemy's wings, was truly captivating.
But such battles were few and far between. These days, the bulk of their work resembled their current mission, flying through blue skies and white clouds, looking down upon the land, yet without any sign of enemy fighters.
Helplessly, after a few slaughters, the pilots from the Dahua Empire finally realized their aircraft were not really planes at all, so they simply stopped taking off altogether.
