Chapter 11

The F-15Ps and F-16 Block 80s of the 18th and 19th Attack Squadron were flying towards the enemy-held airspace at
the southern tip of the island when Shinigami 1, had visual contact of their Chinese counterparts.

"We've been through here before, we're going to fight like we always did and we're going to kick the living hell out of these
wannabes. As such, I expect a zero percent casualty rate on this one. Is that clear?"

"Yes sir!"

"Well then, break, engage and send them back crying to their mommies!"

Immediately, the fighters activated their afterburners and broke formation to engage the enemy.

The formation of Chinese planes sent to intercept them were shocked to see a rather disorganized group of planes
approach them.

"Is that the Philippine Air Force?" One Su-30MKK pilot asked his flight lead. "They seem to be unruly and undisciplined,
judging by the-"

"Don't ever, ever jump to conclusions." The flight lead rebuked him. "That's the best of the Philippine Air Force, the ones
that destroyed three entire air divisions during the Liberation of Manila. And when they're-"

An AIM-9 Sidewinder struck the cockpit of his Su-30MKK, to the horror of the pilot.

"What the heck? They have-"

The next thing the Chinese planes saw were swarms of missiles approaching them.

"What the hell is our AWACS doing?"

"Don't ask me! I'm not-"

Suddenly, he saw a black F-15P fly past him. Then returning to his plane's HUD, he saw a large, four-engine plane with a
dish on top of it hurtling down to the sea.

"Our AWACS had just become a ball of flames. How the hell are we-"

He felt a powerful thud behind him. The next thing he knew, his J-10 was on fire.

"I'm out of this crap! These pilots are demons!"

As the People's Liberation Army Air Force were being torn to shreds, Shinigami 1 was having the time of his life as he
effortlessly shot down fighters left and right while listening to After School Tea Time's album.

"Please don't say that you are lazy, datte hontou wa crazy!" He sang in a rather off-key tone as he followed an unsuspecting
J-10. "This is really-"

"Sir, bandits approaching us at our twelve!" One of his wingmen radioed. "Red Su-30s to be-"

"Not again. Alright, call the entire squadron. We're going to show them who the kings of the sky are!"

With fighter planes being blown up everywhere, the 18th Attack Squadron, consisting of all-black F-15Ps, formed up on
Shinigami 1.

"Next on the line would be to wait for them."

"Them? You mean the Red Squadron?"

"Yup. The scourge of our Air Defense Wings to boot. At any rate, let's get it on."

Meanwhile, the Red Squadron, consisting of all-red Su-30MKKs, noticed their approach.

"It's time to avenge our comrades who fell at Manila. Let's go."

Despite the nail-biting situation they were in, the pilots from both sides were surprised to see the aces from both sides prepare
to duke it out, and a temporary lull ensued.

"Is that the Shinigami Squadron?"

"Yup, you saw that right. And that's the Red Squadron from the Chinese. This is going to be very interest-"

"The battle is not yet over! Stop chatting and start fighting!"

While the pilots from the Philippine Air Force and People's Liberation Army Air Force re-engaged in dogfight, the ace squadrons
began to show their exceptional air combat skills as they tried to outmaneuver each other.

"So they've become better this time." Shinigami 1 noted as he saw the red Su-30MKK he was trailing suddenly slow down and
tilt up. "And a Pugachev's Cobra to boot. Nice try, wise guy."

He immediately slowed down his aircraft, aligned it to continue trailing his target and fired a ten-round burst from his
M61A1 Vulcan. The next thing he saw was a ball of flame erupting in front of him.

"Perfect. Now, let's change the song to suit the mood."

Turning his attention to his Mp3 player, he switched the song to After School Tea Time's 'No Thank You'.

As the air battle continued, AWACS Matang Lawin, the E-767 coordinating with the Philippine Air Force, noted that the
battle was very even.

"The Red Squadron has really stepped up its game. They're now able to shoot down our fighters. This is bad."

"Unless the Americans and the Japanese show up. Now that would totally tilt the balance in our favor."

Back at Okinawa, the last elements of the 4th Division of the Japan Ground Self Defense Force had arrived and were consolidating
themselves at Camp Gonsalves.

"I heard that the Philippine 1st Marine Division had taken over Naha Line." The division commander asked the senior officers
inside the headquarters. "They are really thirsty for vengeance, aren't they?"

"Most probably." The American commander said as he smiled a bit. "If they didn't, they wouldn't bother to send their battle-hardened
veterans here. Anyways, thanks for arriving, though you are a bit late."

"A bit late would be an understatement. Well then, if we really are dead serious in maintaining control of this island, we better
trust the Filipino Marines, because reports are coming in that the Chinese are preparing for a big one."

"Again? You got to be kidding-"

A sudden radio transmission cut his statement short.

"This is the commander of the 1st Marine Division aboard the BRP Manila, and it's true that the Chinese are making yet another
offensive. We would appreciate if the 4th Division came to help us."

"Save the sarcastic tone." The 4th Division's commander rebuked. "We'll come."

At Naha Line, the Filipino marines dug in as they were being shelled by Chinese artillery.

"Okay, so they're taking advantage of our lack of air cover." The captain noted as he saw shells landing left and right.
"Luckily we brought our Cobras."

"We do?" One sergeant asked. "I mean-"

"Incoming tank charge!" A private yelled as he spotted a column of tanks approaching their position at high speed."

"So the charge of the tank brigade has come. Let's see what's on our sleeves this time."