Magic Robot Aluminare

I kept running the fuselage for about an hour. Just getting a little tired, I could see the outer walls of the occupied town of Lerst.

As for the size of the town, it is not even as large as the Palast, which has a temporary headquarters, and it is not bad to say how important it is as a base, but not so much. However, it is a town where nature and people have gathered and grown because the soldiers of Fort Salsa visit every vacation.

Because of its proximity to the buffer zone, the exterior walls surround the town all the way, and it is impossible to see what is going on in there. But the black smoke climbing from the other side of the outer wall to the sky didn't make me think it was in very good shape.

As I approach town, a soldier rides a horse and hangs me.

"Find out which unit you're from!

"Thirty-first Armunale Squad. I'm Eldo, the co-pilot. I'm here for backup."

"It helps!

"Explain the situation."

"Currently, the enemy aircraft Armunale is lurking near the realst outer wall. I'm holding the townspeople hostage for running late. This is an infantry unit and artillery unit surrounding the town."

"The cannon squad alone must be hard."

Carrying artillery is also a struggle in this age when carriages are still mainstream. Besides, there is also a problem with elasticity, and if you do a bullet pack after a single shot, the Armunale will magically wipe you out.

"Is it the armunare of the common enemy country that is pulling?

"Yes, it's the one with the red line in the green fuselage. I checked from above the exterior walls and there is no unusual equipment"

"Got it. I'll join your unit for now."

When you're being held hostage, there's no way you're going to push it.

I'll move the fuselage under the infantry unit that's gathering near the outer wall.

When I got there, the soldiers were saluting for us. So I recall, the pilot's position is a bit higher than that of the general military. Mechanics and mobile computer (senseboard) writers are also superior to ordinary soldiers in status, but do not have the right to give orders to ordinary soldiers. However, only the pilot co-pilot has the right to order it. Well, unless it's an emergency, it won't be used. Basically, there's a commander over there, and if there's a commander, that order takes precedence.

Stop the fuselage and jump off the cockpit.

Moments later, Zawah ran from the soldiers, but when I magically landed quietly, the blurring turned to admiration.

It's obvious magic if you're in the field of pilots, but it seems unusual for a general soldier to have something like this.

"I'd like to see the commander here."

"I'll show you"

A soldier who brought me all the way here on a horse led me straight to a single tent.

"Captain Abel, Lord Eldo of the 31st Armunale wants to see you."

"Let it pass."

I got a response from inside the tent, so I'm going inside.

There were three soldiers there. A slightly extravagant armored man just across the table with me in the center is probably Captain Abel. Looks like the left and right are no different than the rest of the soldiers, or the lieutenants or something?

"Thirty-first Armunale Squad Deputy Pilot Eldo, we're here for backup."

"It's Abel, the captain of the Special Forces Corps. Thanks for your support."

We have a gentle salute with the captain and get to the point quickly.

"So, what's the status quo? I heard they're taking hostages."

"An infantry unit of the enemy Armunale brings together the inhabitants of a town that has missed its escape and is held hostage. I haven't heard from them yet, but they're probably making sure they're safely out of the country."

"Doesn't telling us that the other Armunale squads are wiped out seem likely to encourage them to surrender?

Five of the six planes have already been destroyed, and this one has begun recovery operations. If you tell me about it, you'll understand that even enemies are desperate.

"Probably not possible. We have no proof of the complete annihilation of the enemy aircraft."

I see, I did knock him out, but you mean there's no way to prove it? Well, we can't carry a destroyed fuselage this far, until then, if they think it's information of enemy lies. And then...

"Do we have to rescue the hostages ourselves?"

"That's right. Fortunately, the number of enemy infantry is low and the building where the hostages are gathered has been found, so we have already prepared a rescue unit. Just..."

He said the enemy plane was in the way.

"Yes."

No matter how hard the infantry unit tries, every hostage will be blown away if they put it out in the Armunale. Really, Armunale is too violent. It's one plane that makes all of the battlefields dominate.

"So your mission is to beat enemy planes to the rescue."

"I'd ask you to do that if you could..."

To the words of a badly toothed captain, I lean my neck. Could it be that your strength is in doubt? Well, it hasn't been six months since I became a co-pilot, but the Academy is still graduating with a chairman, and I destroyed two planes by now!

Looking at the captain with that in mind, I finally started telling him why.

"The outer walls of this town are more than ten meters. The gates have already been destroyed by them, so there's no route to the Armunale."

Oh, that worries you.

"If we were to remove the rubble from the gate, it would take a reasonable amount of time and could be provoked by the enemy and harmed by the hostages. We have to do something about this problem."

"If that's the case, it's fine."

I'm sorry that the captain is troubled, but if you look at it from me, the problem doesn't even matter to that extent.

To my answer, the captain opened his eyes to surprise.

"Do you have any idea?

"If it was that outer wall, we could jump over it if the artillery units would cooperate. We talked about the enemy planes being attached to the outer walls, and let's keep going with the raid."

So I can finally shoot down my third plane and win a medal.

"Are you sure you can do this? Failure is unacceptable, right?

"No problem. Because it's something I've already done once."

I answered the captain's exploratory gaze with a smile on my face.

Finish the ops meeting with the captain, and I'll get in the fuselage and wait for the ops to start.

Opportunity is only once. If one of them fails, you better assume that there is no life for the hostages at that point.

I pour water from the water bottle into my dry mouth and hide my mouth with a scarf again.

"Well, it's about time"

If the operation is progressing as planned, it should be time for a signal.

I step in the output pedal and slowly raise the generator's output.

My heart echoes the driving sound of a gradually increasing generator.

As she daunted her emotions to synchronize the two heartbeats, a signal bullet was launched from the other side of the outer wall. It's a signal to start the operation.

At the same time, I step in the hood pedal and run the fuselage. Shortly afterwards, a cannon placed directly next to me made a loud and heavy noise and fired a shell.

The shell goes through my side, straight ahead and it hits straight into the outer wall and scrapes the wall.

Exactly the only exterior wall built to deal with Armunale, and not even a single shot of cannon freaks me out. But that's fine.

Exactly how strong the outer walls are, the stones are shattered and dented where the shells hit.

What I wanted was that dent.

Towards there I jump the fuselage with momentum.

If you stick your toes out and thrust them vigorously toward the dent, the planting is complete.

We'll do everything we can later!

"Step through it!"

A second jump toward the sky with all your strength in your pierced leg. Reach further and snap into the abyss of the outer wall.

Oh, I remember. About the day I first piloted the Armunale.

This is a reproduction of that time. of climbing a cliff for a breath and unleashing a kick in the face of an enemy!

If I rode up to the outer wall, there was a messed up town spreading in front of me. Firehands rise everywhere, and towns without extinguishers are slowly dyed black.

Whether rescue troops and infantry units were fighting, I could hear the sound and screaming of smashing each other's swords right around the corner.

I'd love to help you if I could, but that's not my job.

All I have to do is...

"Found"

Right under the outer wall where I jumped up. One armunale running there.

Probably going for infantry unit backup. But I won't let that happen.

End with a blow.

As I walked side by side with the enemy aircraft over the outer wall, I noticed the sound of the enemy aircraft running over the outer wall, pointing the head camera at me as I stopped and looked back.

"Hey, why is Armunale in such a place!

"To slap you!

He holds a sword backwards and jumps off the outer wall. The target is directly above the enemy aircraft.

"No!? This isn't supposed to happen!

"That's a line for all the war victims! It's not Temee's line!

"Wow!

The blade swung down with the acceleration of the drop stabbed the tip from the head of the enemy aircraft and pierced the cockpit.

I almost broke the generator underneath, but by bending my sword and letting it slip out to my back, I would prevent it. The forcefully bent shock distorted the sword, but it was originally the enemy's and you wouldn't have to worry about it.

"This is the third aircraft. The rescue unit."

Not if you're happy to get a medal. If they fail, my cancer is a bubble.

On one of the monitors that was displaying the fuselage information, photograph the footage of the mobile camera and find the rescue unit.

They are fighting their enemies to protect chapel-like buildings. There's probably a hostage in there. Did you get rid of the guys who were fighting to protect you?

In the meantime, do I declare the operation over here over? Turn Mike's magic volume to its maximum, make sure my voice reaches all over town, and breathe in momentum.

"It's Eldo from the Thirty-first Armunale! The Imperial Armunale has been destroyed! I repeat, you destroyed the Imperial Armunale! There are only a few enemy threats left! Move on to the sweep!

My unleashed words led the rescue operation to victory with too much power to arouse all allies and defeat enemy infantry troops - I think.

When I freed Rerst, I was back in the Palast leaving a unit to do the reprocessing.

The day has already begun to tilt and is about to mark the end of the day.

"Phew, that's just how tiresome a streak is."

In the tent I had prepared for the squad, I threw my legs out and pulled my body out of the way with a wet towel in my eyes.

I'm taking a break from Mr. O'Rail and his crew now. It's about time the sun went down, and until the next morning it might be a temporary truce, but I was going to head to Fort Sole's backup on a fast track when Mr. Bunois came back with the information.

Anyway, there are Batis and Leon there. I don't think they'd die easy, but I can't sleep all day worrying about them.

And, accidentally, the inlet cloth was lifted, and someone came in.

"Eldo, are you very tired?

"Is that voice Mr. Bunois?

Step aside from the towel and raise your face, Mr. Bunois stood at the entrance to the tent.

"Mr. Bunois has a neighborhood in his sight."

"Ha, I guess I just worked too hard. Well, I'll just tell you what I've got."

"Please"

"Fort Sole is currently dressed like this. Looks like the Armunale crew hasn't been harmed, but it looks like the guards have been hit a lot. However, there are indications that the patrol's supplies are about to be compromised. I don't think they've been supplied in that state."

"I guess."

I can't even bend the art of replenishing a large number of opponents while pinching them.

The battle would be a paragraph if the sun just came up, and the battle wouldn't be tomorrow morning.

Well, we're lucky to find no damage to the Armunale crew. Battis and Leon are safe.

You're getting sleepy when you're horny.

"Tomorrow, before sunrise, we're heading to reinforce Sole."

"Copy that. I'll take care of the scouts."

"Please"

The maintenance I asked of Mr. O'Rail said it would be over by the end of the day, and it would be in time for tomorrow's sunrise.

After that, I need to stay fit.

Then I'll sleep a little.

"I'm going to get some sleep, too. I'm just tired of staying motionless."

We fell into our own beds and fell asleep.

After about four hours of sleep, I recover and I head under the fuselage again.

The fuselage, which was repaired over the night repair time, had a solid left arm.

"You put your left arm on it."

"You'll never be alone with one arm."

Mr. O'Rail, who extra blurred his blush hair, roars as he scratches his head with gasp.

"So is that. You can have enough tools."

"I think there's another way to use it..."

Ha, what an armed lock replacement for the left arm, right?

"I'm tired for now. It's our job from here, so Mr. O'Rail needs a little rest. Otherwise you'll fall like those people over there, won't you?

At the end of my gaze were numerous mechanics, including Mr. Ritz, who fell directly to the ground and slept.

Ever since yesterday's battle began, I've been running around with airframe maintenance and base setup. It's only natural that you run out of strength.

"Well, I'll take care of it later."

"Yeah, I'll beat Sakure's enemy planes and end this ridiculous invasion right now."

"It's good to be confident, but don't be chronic. Alarm creates an instant gap"

"Yes."

Right. This isn't a game, it's reality. There is no such thing as alarm or chronic mind in a battle that cannot be contended with.

Always do your best, win with certainty.

I slapped my pussy on my cheek and put my temper back on, and I got into the fuselage.

Checking the fuselage, Mr. Bunois comes at his feet.

"Good morning. How's it going?

"It's perfect. I'll go first."

"Please. I'll be right out."

Mr. Bunois is leaving town.

"Eldo, we're leaving!

After that, I sent out the fuselage, too.

The Palast is a short distance to Fort Sole as it is on its way from the King's Capital to Fort Salsa.

I was walking down the meadows under the dark skies before the sun rose.

If you just can't see your foot, it's also hard to adjust the output yourself, so I'm starting up a balancer or stabilizer and moving on relaxed, usually maneuvered.

"About half an hour? I'll be there in time for sunrise."

If the battle just starts at the same time as the sky starts to whiten, we might be a little late.

Worried about whether the speed should be increased, Mr. Bunois, who was a little further ahead, slows down.

"What's up?

"Eldo, I want you to wait for me in about enough time. I'm going into the fort and I'm going to ask you about the operation. If the enemy doesn't know about this fuselage, it should widen the range of operations."

If you are to be deployed on the front as usual, you should head straight to the fort, and if you are to raid from the forest as an ambush, the presence of this aircraft should not be noticed. The opponent will also be cautious of reinforcements to Fort Sole, and certainly not too close.

"Okay."

Nod and I'll slow down the fuselage and look for somewhere I can hide. Even so, there can't be a place where a fuselage over eight metres long can be hidden, and I pretend to be hiding by crouching in the woods a little further ahead. Blah, you can tell easily from a distance if you take a little care of yourself. I feel like this. I feel like it.

While Mr. Bunois was in the fort, I roamed simple food and filled my stomach with water. I want to eat something warm.

In the palast, the rationing unit was cooking me a meal, so if I wanted to eat it last night, I could eat it, but I fell asleep because of my tiredness and I missed it.

"Finish by the end of the day."

The only thing left is the fort. I want it all done by the end of the day, and I just want to get back to Jakarta. I know you've been through a lot of information, but Angus will be worried about you, too.

Wait a while, Mr. Bunois will be back.

"How was it?

"In the meantime, I've been asking Sole's commander about the operation. Eldo wants you to go through the woods and assault your enemies without going into the fort like this. He was a patrol unit, and he told me to be careful because the planes were lurking in the woods."

I'll leave the identification of the enemy to Mr. Bunois.

"Ha, you're responsible."

I think Mr. Bunois' abilities will suffice.

"Shall we go then?"

"Right. It's getting brighter in a good way."

As the shadow of the forest begins to shine, the top of the sun faces small. At the same time, we started moving.

Determine the general position of enemies and allies based on information received from the commanders as they progress through the woods.

I also thought about joining the patrol first, but I put it behind me because it could also inform the enemy of this one. In the meantime, I would like to drop a few aircraft in the first blow to maximize the advantage of the status quo.

With that in mind, a unique battle noise began to ring in the woods a little further, with a mix of ground sounds in which Armunale fought each other.

"Started fighting, patrol unit?"

As I stand up my fuselage, the flares shine over the woods. That was from Mr. Bunois against his allies. I mean...

"Go!"

Step in the pedal and accelerate the fuselage.

Running through the woods at once, the fuselage discovered two armunales that quickly cut together.

Both planes are exhausted in a series of wars, somewhat heavy in motion, and their fuselage is scratched. Honestly, I wouldn't be dealing with that move.

An enemy plane that suddenly popped up and panicked at me, but an ally who knew I existed with a signal bullet doesn't panic to contain me. Poke that gap and a sword in the cockpit from the side.

It was too light and easy, successfully destroying one aircraft.

"This is Thirty-first Armunale Squad Eldo. We're here for reinforcements."

Twenty-sixth Armunale.

When I heard twenty-six squads, I learned to catch on. Somewhere lately I've heard...

"Eldo! Eldo's on it!

The voice was heard from the woods a little further away.

Turning to the camera, I can see two knights on horses.

One of them is my familiar face.

"Well, the Twenty-sixth was Batis' assigned squad."

"Are you in sync with Battis?

"Yes, Captain Bodwan was injured in the fight, so he's on board instead"

"Is Mr. Bodwan safe?

"There is nothing else in life. It's just that they did it flashy, so the injury is a little terrible."

Traces of that attack are still clearly engraved on the fuselage. Exactly because in a day of first aid repair, I finally stuck my left arm together, and I don't have any replacement parts in the first place.

"Right. The move was great now. Congratulations on your destruction in the first war."

Captain Lang said he thought this was my first line.

Then the words are correct... I correct them while laughing inside.

"Excuse me, this is the fourth aircraft."

"Nah!?

The patrol didn't seem to have much information on this side, so I'll have to give the salsa side of the information to Captain Ng.

The captain was wolfish that Salsa had fallen, dismayed that the town had been damaged, rejoiced that it had already regained it, and dismayed that I had crushed three planes. He's a busy man of emotional expression. Maybe it resembles Batis in a way.

No, does Battis look like Captain Ng? Well, either way.

"The salsa side is packed all the way. I think if we destroy or push back the enemy on this side later, this invasion will be a paragraph. So, what's going on with the 26th squad supply? I expected it to be tough."

"Oh, as you can see, the fuselage is worn out, and I don't feel comfortable with fuel. I still use magic as little as I can."

"Is it still? Then go into the fort in the meantime, as you shred the number of enemy aircraft. If you can, I'd like to destroy it, but if this fuselage enters the fort, it won't be easy to drop, and there's a chance that the enemy will retreat."

Due to the current state of interdiction, the enemy's exit path has been denied on the contrary. If you make that up, there's also the possibility that the other side, who knows the war situation is unfavourable, will retreat on its own. I think I'm still crashing a plane.

"Right. Let's agree with Eldo. Contact the other unit on the patrol as well. Kurla."

"Okay. Battis, let's go."

"Copy that!"

On Captain Tan's instructions, the knight who was with Batis takes the answer Batis into the woods.

and a red signal bullet was launched on the other side where the two disappeared.

"Enemy planes!

Mr. Bunois, it's Nice.

I immediately flip the fuselage and proceed through the woods.

Fire was released from the enemy aircraft shortly after it slipped through the trees and confirmed the enemy aircraft.

You don't shy away from fire in the woods!

Because the forest could catch fire, I attenuate my power with a magic shield and remove the spear with my sword.

"Let's take care of the forest!

I wave my sword down as I rush all at once. Enemy planes take hold, but is this guy wearing out in a series of fights, too? Bad move. You haven't got the power, or even a single swing down your right arm is going to push you.

But I still have four planes left to fight after this. I'm not going to waste energy here.

Immediately pull away from the impending impasse and turn your sword into your left arm. With that said, you haven't gripped the left steering lever in a long time. Well, I'm not just using it because I switched it!

Set up the harmonica pistol with your free right hand and set your aim on your right twist.

Bullets released at close range destroy joints and take grip with one blow.

He continued releasing another shot and also rendered his opposite arm powerless.

"Well, that's it."

Few things can be done on a plane that has lost both hands.

When I put the Harmonica pistre back on my back, I take the left sword to my right hand and take a poking stand.

The opponent had already lost his temper of war or was stunned on the spot.

"Here, surrender. I need your help."

"Then get off the fuselage and lay down on the ground and turn your hands over your head. Make some weird moves and we'll crush it."

"Okay."

The rear hatch of the enemy aircraft opens and the pilot jumps off the fuselage, along with a pussy of air. When I got to my knees on the spot, I lay down on the ground as I said and turned my hand over my head.

"Stay put. This infantry will take you into custody."

With the surrender of the enemy aircraft, the battle is over, but can we put this in the count of the number of destroys? I'm intact in the fuselage. What are we gonna do with this plane? If we leave it here, it could be recovered by our enemies, and I guess we should bring it back, but it looks like we still have enemy planes in the woods.

I waited for Mr. Bunois to come back, thinking about what to do after this.