UNIT-556: Wolf Pack - Taking The Path As A New Ruler In The Another World -

Chapter 15: Iron Angels of Death

8:42 P.M, Sunday
Western District of Valoria, Capital City of Midgaraia Empire
High Wings Pub

The pub was filled with people who gathered to drink alone or with friends. People are served here with booze and meat, while others prefer beans, vegetables, vegetables, or bread. The interior is very similar to the English pub that people may see mostly in London or Wales. But that pub is not just an average one, you see. Those who work there are actually reincarnators and transmigrators whose souls transferred into another world than being in the 'afterlife'. But not every one of them was fortunate to have powers that many of them could share with normal beings. Despite all that, they were trained by someone who owned the pub.
 
That man is Michael Stefan Lewis, a former United States Air Force pilot who served in the Gulf War back in the 1990s and was later deployed to Afghanistan as a pilot of an A10 Warthog. He is also trained to operate other air crafts and hover crafts such as helis, apaches, AC 130, C models, F14s, F15s, and F22s. His death was unfortunate after suffering from a critical-stage brain tumour, and his operation was later announced as a failure.
 
He came to this world four years before Genji's arrival and started a business similar to his uncle's pub in London, which he named 'High Wings Pub'. During that time, he met several transmigrators and reincarnators. With his power to summon planes and other aircraft using World War II technologies, he started to build his own secret air force behind the scenes and trained more than 56 pilots, some of whom joined the newly founded mail service.
 
In the current time, at the underground bunker of the pub, they are doing operations after hearing on their information that they saw several tanks, armoured vehicles, and personnel wearing assorted WW2 uniforms. At first, Americans, British and German, and many otherworlders didn't take this seriously until they received frequency from German and American radio channels on their radios. Because of that, 13 operators started to intercept and record all their messages from the past week.
 
They also saw the eclipse earlier this morning and suspected it was because of the stampede, and they were right about it. Michael sent one of his scouts to get to the harbour in disguise as bystanders. The scout was horrified after seeing gore, where many volunteers, adventurers, guardsmen, and knights were found lying on the makeshift bed while others were being inserted into the body bags. Because of that, the scout secretly took photos and sent them back to High Wings Pub.
 
"Sir." One of the operators sent a decrypted telegram to Michael, and he read it. His eyes were shut tight, and he folded the paper, giving a silent condolence to those whose members had died defending the Ontoria.
 
"What's wrong, Lewis?" His friend asked him, and Michael faced up as he stood on the chair.
 
"More than 700 good men died on the first day of the stampede, and it was a physical victory for them, Hans," Michael replied. Hans slowly nodded before stuffing his hands into his pocket before asking him again.
 
"So what now?"
 
"Put High Wings Pub and Apollo Mail Service into close; tell everyone we'll open the Freebird in 300 hours. I want everyone to be there. Fuel all planes and prepare our bombs and ammunition; we're about to send air support." Michael answered, which shocked Hans, yet he understood the reason.
 
"Understood, I'll relay this to our section. By the way, we have a name that is always mentioned in the American Channel Frequency 109.4 under the alias 'Alpha'. We never know his identity, but someone said he's an adventurer who trained and led thousands of volunteers with World War II tanks, equipment, field guns, and firearms." 
 
"Alpha? I see. I can tell a bigger picture why he did that. After all the reports and casualties, the stampede is a serious business. Magics, fantasy muskets, and swords are not enough to deal with the damage, and worse, we might receive thousands of deaths, which is worse than we currently have. Send a word by telegram. Tell them, 'Sierra Delta Tango Alpha, Alpha Oscar Delta Oscar Whisky'. Send it." 
 
Hans started to show his smirk before saluting it.
 
"Yes, Sky Marshall."