"Damn, what is that?" Enrique was somewhat puzzled, hurriedly picking up the telescope to carefully observe the distant speck.
"Damn, it's the enemy's airplane, an air raid!" Enrique had not yet seen what that distant black dot was when his comrade-in-arms, Torank, sounded the alarm from the co-pilot seat.
"Damn, do the Spanish dare to provoke us with their airplanes?" Enrique was surprised; he didn't think that Spain's outdated planes could pose a threat to Italy's advanced fighter aircraft.
"Enrique, that's not a Spanish plane!" Torank exclaimed once more, bringing news that turned Enrique pale: "The tail of that damn plane has the French national flag on it!"
"A French plane? Are the French getting involved in Spain's civil war?" A whirl of confusion seized Enrique's heart, but in the upcoming air combat, he dared not let down his guard.
The Spanish planes were outdated models, but the French planes were certainly not.
