Han Feng rubbed his numb shoulder and smiled at the tower-like figure.
"Don't worry, Brother Meng. I've got this."
Wang Meng laughed heartily and turned toward his fighter jet.
It was a struggle for him to squeeze his massive frame into the narrow cockpit.
Han Feng watched him cram himself inside, and the jet's suspension dipped noticeably.
"This plane's load capacity is seriously impressive."
Han Feng muttered under his breath.
"Alright, enough with the wisecracks."
Captain Zhang Hao's voice came over the common channel, crackling with static.
"Attention, everyone. This mission's codename is 'Silent Harvest.' Full deployment, a total of eleven fighter jets."
"Take off in pre-established tactical formation."
"First squad, Vice-Captain Lin Qing and I will take the lead."
"Second squad: Wang Meng, Gu Yun, Old Liu. You're on left-wing fire support."
"Third squad, cover the right flank."
