being held at bay by the enemy's ships. Though
they were making a good many kills, the sky seemed to be full of the
enemy! It was only by their superior skill they survived.
140 Though they shot down enemy bombers again and again, some of them
got north, and bombed the lower cities, the railroads and airfields.
But mostly the enemy came at night, thousands and thousands of planes,
going everywhere.
141 Tr, Zo, and the other Lands were ignored. The enemy was throwing
everything he had at The Holy Land. The desert fortresses fell, their
defenders forced to retreat, the Iron Boars holding the ground behind
them time after time against vastly superior enemy forces the
evacuation began.
142 Gray Boar was getting ready to go south and personally take command
of the forces when one morning the air raid sirens sounded at Northern.
Never had the enemy got this far north!
143 He rushed to an observation post to see. Over the phone he heard
that hundreds of small enemy planes were heading for the city. The
fighters could barely keep up with them, and were only managing to
shoot a few down. Through his binoculars, Gray Boar looked to the
south. He saw the dots in the sky just before the anti-aircraft fire
opened up.
144 Every once and a while one of the dots disappeared in a bright
flash, but the rest kept coming. Then, they would hear them, a buzzing
like angry hornets. Then, when they were over the city the
buzzing stopped, and the planes hurled from the sky. Terrible explosion
after terrible explosion rocked the city. "I can't believe it!" gasped
an observer, "They're sacrificing hundreds of pilots! It's madness!"
145 When it was all over, Gray Boar went around the city to inspect the
damage. It was terrible! Fortunately their shelters were deep enough
that the