The World of Masks

The Tasman Sea, the sea between Australia and New Zealand. A group of fighters fly over it. There were several F35s in the squadron. KC30, a public class organism, and E737, an early alarm were also seen. Starlight in the clear skies of the southern hemisphere illuminates the sea. The dazzling starlight embroidered the sea into another night sky. However, the pilots were holding the controls tightly with moderate tension without even looking at such a beautiful sight. The night sky is dangerous. If it is an ocean that cannot even be horizontal without a single light, the risk is doubled. If you don't know where the sky is or where the sea is, you can drown your body in the sea. Of course, the risk was low unless you did something stupid because all the devices were built in.

[Major.]

I hear a familiar voice on the radio. Definitely Captain Taylor, one of the squadrons. Major Brown, who is in charge of the squadron leader, quietly returned.

"Something."

[What the hell happened?]

A little bit of ballmen is heard from beyond the speakers. Suddenly, you are called upon to scramble, and you are sent on a plane without a clear explanation. It was also a mission in New Zealand, a next-door country, rather than a mission in their own country. Even if New Zealand relies on the majority of its air force in Australia, this urgent request for help has a strange feeling. He had to fly 2,000 kilometers with only the question in his hand, so I understood his complaint. But neither was Major Brown. Of course, there was a refreshing answer.

"I don't know."

You hear groaning beyond the speakers. Seeing that it wasn't one or two, the rest of the squad seemed to be listening. They couldn't help but wonder about this sudden situation.

"Just so we're clear, New Zealand is under attack by something. Sounds urgent. Looks like they're asking for help in the United States. I heard that the 7th Fleet could move."

[Because it's real, right?]

U.S. 7th Fleet Monster Combat Group, ruling and controlling the entire Western Pacific. The military power of that fleet surpasses the total military power of any nation. Moreover, since it is the seat of jurisdiction, it has experienced significant practical experience starting with the Pacific War and participating in many bold wars during the Korean War.

[Gas, do we need it?]

You hear a loud whistle. In a way, it sounds compassionate, but there is too much difference in the level of self-esteem. Above all, if the 7th Fleet can't do anything about it, neither can they.

"The command will see to that. Think about what happened back then, and focus on the mission in front of you now."

[By the way, "something" raid. Is it an alien invasion or a Godzilla?]

Major Brown is silent for a moment. I was bothered by the annoying questions. However, he replied diligently, thinking that this much talk was a trick of the crew to relieve some of the uncertain realities.

"I don't know. I don't think they know our command, or the New Zealand authorities. But at least it won't be aliens or hardships or anything. From what I've heard, they're a bunch of guys in armor who show up out of nowhere. He said it looked like a knight."

[Knight ?]

That's a trembling response, but Major Brown understands. No, I empathized beyond understanding. When he first heard it, he was no different from Captain Taylor who couldn't hide his embarrassment. I remember the embarrassment on the face of the boss who gave the order.

"Yes, Knight. Funnily enough, it is said to be a new knight that appeared in the 21st century."

[Where the hell did that come from? Are you telling me that a 21st-century soldier was pushed by a knight after everything else?]

The nonsense. You hear the sound of your tongue being kicked down with another speaker. In the Middle Ages, it was called the Battlefield Flower, but that was almost 500 years ago. They were pushed by classical guns. Now a knight riding in a body armor was literally oxidized by the powerful firepower of the 21st century army. I can't believe you're holding out on those guys. Suu, at least the New Zealand militia that used to be known as experienced fighters, is gone. It was a common idea among the squad members who heard the major.

"They say it was a surprise attack and that the number of enemies is enormous."

But even Major Brown's face was suspicious. The question began with the fact that New Zealand could be attacked by so many humans.

[If there are so many, it's meaningless for us to go there.]

If the F35 is this number, it's not a small firepower, but it's not enough firepower to eliminate a large number of enemies.

"Our mission is to know what's going on in the air and to provide as little help as possible. They're already organizing a full-scale dispatch force from the rear, so the main attack should be that way."

To be precise, there was an urgent radio so only available troops could rush out. The scout has already left the plane.

[Hnng, I see.]

I wonder if the questions have been cleared, but I no longer hear the voice of Ensign Taylor.

New Zealand is just around the corner. Major Brown glances at the instrument board. I had to start getting some gas. I'm relieved that I may be going into battle right away. Major Brown sighs. He's a veteran, but he's always nervous when it comes to air oil. That's also nowadays night oil. It is much more dangerous than the day when the sun shines. It's not a drill, it's a practice. But I can't help it. Major Brown gives orders to his squad members.

The user fills the tank with oil and speeds up. Their final destination was Wellington, New Zealand's capital city. From now on, I was separated from the air class organisms because I was about to enter the battlefield. The airborne organisms will circle the area and return with fighters returning from their missions.

Major Brown asked for his lips. It is already located in New Zealand's air space. New Zealand's no-fly nature makes it hard to intercept an interceptor, but at least we should be on the radio. But the speakers were silent. It was clear what was happening.

As soon as they broke up with the middle-aged organisms after the refueling, they flew straight to Wellington. There is still no movement in the early warning system.

Major Brown looks down. New Zealand is under siege right now. As soon as I arrived, I thought I could see the smoke and red flames, but the land of New Zealand from the sky was still. Of course, it's a dark vision, so it doesn't look right. However, I could see a mid flame rising.

It took some time for the squadron to reach the top of Wellington to look down. Fortunately, the lights of the metropolitan area were able to understand the situation below.

In the 21st century, there were no collapsed buildings, no burning cities, no smoke in place of clouds. However, we have a clear shot at the attack. The spotted people were running around, and something was chasing them.

Fortunately, there was no air strike. But I also told them that there was no air force at all. Major Brown, however, decided to take the risk. They had a mission to know exactly what was going on.

"Lower the altitude a little."

You turn the numbers to the ground. There was no great danger thanks to the light coming from the city below.

You have lowered your altitude enough, but there are no incoming attacks. Maybe he didn't notice. If so, it would be reasonable to assume there are no minor anti-aircraft capabilities.

Major Brown, however, has not said a word of good fortune. The situation in the city below has taken away his gaze.

You can see those in knight-like armor, like information. I barely got a glimpse of the lighted metals. But it was that number that mattered. How long do you think it'll last? Ten thousand? 100,000? At least one thing's for sure is that if you try to attack them with the explosives they brought, you won't be able to force them to consume as much dust. He said there were many enemies, but he could not imagine that there would be enough to cover the whole city. It's all over the city.

[Major, orders!]

You hear the subordinate wailing for orders due to an urgent situation. Major Brown bites his lip. There is no weapon that can wipe them all out. But there's no turning back. You give the orders to your men. The fighters fire their missiles and guns.

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The masked world is the working future. Therefore, F35 has been placed in Australia, Yep.

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