Lan Xuanyu's voice resounded in his cockpit once again, "Fly in tandem."
The sloppy, middle-aged man felt like scolding someone right now. 'I said, "Wingman," and you really treat me as a "wingman?" And even want to command me?'
'Of course, on a real battlefield, the wingman had to listen to the main warship commander; but I am the teacher, the teacher, ah! This fella really treats me as his wingman, huh?'
Although that was what he thought inside him, he still abided by Lan Xuanyu's command. This was a habit. Even though he hadn't been a wingman for many years, on a battlefield, according to the rules of warship piloting, the wingman must obey the commands of the main warship pilot. Otherwise, he or she would have to go to the military court.
Two Soul Guidance warships drew two beautiful arcs in the air while advancing out to both sides.