After a protracted and inefficient battle, the aircraft finally retreated, but for Gao Yang and his group, it was a highly efficient fight.
Though he hadn't shot them down himself, Gao Yang was still very happy. After reuniting with Nate, he proudly extended a finger, waved it in front of Nate, then switched to two fingers, making a scissor gesture.
"Two to one."
Nate frowned and said, "That doesn't prove anything. The enemy aircraft withdrew. If they hadn't, we would definitely have shot down more."
"We beat you two to one."
Nate looked extremely displeased and scornfully said, "You're just a bunch of rookies. You were just lucky. What's there to be proud of?"
"We are rookies, two to one. We fired twice and hit twice; you fired twice and hit once."