July 25th, noon.
On the Ant Air Force's 5th Long Range Bomber Squadron, tactical ID number 501, a B24 heavy bomber, the voice of the bomb aimer suddenly resounded through the intercom.
"Hey, Major, I see dust rising from the ground. It looks like a cavalry unit is making a charge."
"Are you sure it's not an armored convoy?"
"No, the dust from an armored convoy wouldn't be this thin. And most importantly, I saw something like ants moving across the prairie. I think they're not tanks. No, definitely not tanks."
Major Ivan picked up the map board beside him and glanced at it, "If I'm not wrong, we're currently flying over the South Ante Prairie. It seems the army has recently found that cavalry is quite effective on the South Ante Prairie and has reinstated that branch."
The bomb aimer fell silent for a few seconds, then said, "Our current course should be from west to east, right?"
"That's right," the major confirmed.
