The Luftstreitkräfte had not been mobilized for combat operations in nearly half a decade. That did not mean for one second, however, that their capabilities had degraded. In fact… they had vastly increased.
Supersonic jets screamed through the skies above the jungle, launching strafing runs of napalm over thousands of targets. The damage was severe, so much so that the locals would think twice before attacking another convoy bearing the banners of the Wolf.
Bruno didn't know how many had died in the process in an asymmetric campaign, the line between a civilian and an insurgent was so thing Bruno never pretended to recognize it.
Villages burned, towns were rendered uninhabitable, and survivors fled into the jungles hoping the canopy would shield them from the wrath and fury of an all-powerful God provoked from its slumber.
It wasn't a war, it was divine retribution. The jets that screeched through the skies louder than screaming eagles disappeared as quickly as they came.
