"Enemy attack!"
"Planes, all planes!"
The sailor nervously picked up the phone, his trembling fingers unable to press even the right number, the cigarette clamped between his fingertips fell due to his shaking, landing between his fingers.
He frantically dropped the cigarette in his hand, forcibly suppressing the palpitations in his heart, and with a tremor in his voice, he dialed the command room's number, uttering a word that everyone had become very familiar with recently—air raid!
In an instant, the red wartime alarm blared, but there were actually no anti-aircraft weapons on board, the few rotary cannons meant for light ships were probably the only weapons usable for anti-air defense.
The formation of numerous planes loomed like dark clouds, pressing down from the sky, and the soldier who first spotted these planes tightly gripped the edge of the lookout, shouting out the truest thought in his heart.
Fuck you!
