Looking down from the current altitude of the Tidal Fighter, one could already see a group of soldiers escorting several generals clad in fine armor on a section of the city wall below.
The man in the very center, with a pale beardless face, was holding a short halberd and shouting loudly at someone in front of him. Standing behind him were two burly men, one with a red face and long beard, the other with a black face and coiled beard—it didn't take any thought to know that they must be Lancelot and Zhang Fei.
"Altitude decreasing! 200 meters! 100 meters! 50 meters!" Roddy carefully controlled the joystick while loudly reporting the altitude: "The rear hatch is open, ready for parachuting! 30 meters! 20 meters!"
The Tidal Fighter swiftly descended toward the section of the city wall, simultaneously opening the main hatch at the rear of the fuselage.