With the roar of the wind in my ears, standing on the flight deck of the sky battleship, the young pilots, neatly dressed in a variety of equipment, were standing in a row to listen to their missions.
Due to the need for defense and security, the Sky Fleet spends most of its time hovering in the area controlled by the Airanhill Empire.
Their functions are similar to mobile airports on the front line, mobile super forts, and the strongest mobile command center.
When they move to a suitable distance, the aircraft they carry can be put into the battlefield in batches.
Obviously, with the continuous advancement of ground troops, they are no longer far from Withollands.
This distance is very subtle, so subtle that if they want, they can dispatch fighter jets to escort those huge B-52 bombers.
So, today, these pilots stood on the flight deck holding their helmet sights.
"Gentlemen! The mission is very simple! Protect our bombers! Destroy everything that the enemy can take off!" The commander looked at his men and ordered seriously.
"Yes!" A group of pilots stood at attention and saluted, and agreed with disdain on their faces.
Don't blame them for underestimating the enemy, because in the past two months, they have rarely been able to find the opponent's air force taking off.
Those poor demon bats were shot down by long-range air-to-air missiles without even seeing them.
And those once powerful dragons met the same fate - they were unable to stop any of the Air Force's combat purposes.
If the demons on the ground could still destroy one or two soldiers of the Airanthil Empire despite their hard work, then the battle in the sky would completely make the demons despair.
This is a naked and unilateral crushing: in the past two months, the loss ratio between the Air Force of the Airan Hill Empire and the Demon Air Force was 48 to 2970!
This is really not an exaggeration at all. Including the B-52 bomber that was accidentally shot down, the Air Force of the Airland Hill Empire was shot down a total of 48 aircraft and lost 31 pilots!
At the same time, the demon dragons and demon fighter jets were slaughtered, as well as the demon senior officers with flesh wings who were hit. The total number was close to three thousand! This number did not even include the demon bats that made up the number...
What makes the devil even more embarrassment is that the bombing results are not included in the statistics of the downing of the Airan Hill Empire. If the destroyed ground targets are calculated, the damage ratio may be expanded dozens or even hundreds of times!
Such a huge gap made the demons dare not take off their own air power to intercept the air force of the Airanhir Empire.
Even if it was a symbolic take-off operation, the demons were unwilling to do it. If Whitholans had not been attacked, the demons' air force might not have deployed on such a large scale.
Unfortunately, the Demon Air Force near Withollands is the last remaining asset of the Demon Air Force.
This is the gap between the two sides, this is the calmness and efficiency of high-tech warfare when crushing opponents!
After receiving the combat orders, these pilots from the Airanhill Empire held their helmets and ran towards the prepared fighter jets parked on the side of the runway.
Sharp AIM-120 missiles hang under the wings of fighter jets waiting to take off, majestic and murderous!
Not far away, at the end of the sea of clouds as soft as cotton wool, on the deck of another sky battleship, groups of pilots were already running towards their planes.
Parked next to each other on the tarmac were A-10 attack aircraft loaded with precision-guided bombs.
On the wings of each attack aircraft, there are golden eagles spitting out. These eagle emblems shine in the sun, with a bright and deadly light.
Since the distance between the two sides is enough for fighter jets to escort, the attack aircraft can take off to participate in the air attack.
With these attack aircraft, the bombing effect will be better and the results will be richer.
"We have no time to waste on the devil! His Majesty the Emperor's order is to occupy the devil's temple as quickly as possible! Find the source of magic and capture him!" A general stood in the command room of the bridge of the sky battleship.
, looking at the attack plane taking off, he said loudly to the officers behind him.
"You must have heard some other news, yes, I heard it too. Since everyone knows that the empire will establish a huge cosmic army in the future, then the demons in front of us are just stumbling blocks for us!"
The general looked at the A-10 attack plane in the distance and continued.
He spoke word by word, watching the attack planes disappear into the sky: "Faced with stumbling blocks... whoever wastes his time entangled with them is a big fool!"
"So, kick off these stumbling blocks!" He clenched his fists fiercely: "Long live His Majesty the Emperor Chris!"
"Victory! Long live His Majesty the Emperor Chris!" Behind him, all the officers held their chins high and sang loudly.
Amid their shouts, dark clouds shrouded their heads, a huge formation of B-52 bombers loaded with bombs.
This formation was huge to an unprecedented extent, because the Airanhill Empire's third bombing fleet against the demon Witholans had assembled more than 900 bombers!
"The journey of the Airanhill Empire is through the stars and the sea! Soldiers! Go and destroy the enemies in front of you!" Chris's voice echoed on the radios of all bomber formations: "Several years of war have enabled you to conquer the Magic Continent.
! In front of you is the temple of the devil! Go there and wash your body of war! In this war, there will always be a civilization that perishes! But even if it perishes, it will never be Elanthil! Elanthil
Your people! They will never be defeated!"
"My Emperor! Long live His Majesty Chris!" On a B-52 bomber, the crew members shouted loudly in the turbulent airflow.
"Long live the great Emperor!" On another plane, the same group of young faces shouted solemnly.
"Within two months! Suppress the demon world and capture the source of magic alive!" Chris's voice echoed passionately.
"Stop the devil's world!" In the small cockpit of the aircraft, an A-10 attack aircraft pilot muttered quietly.
Directly above his formation, in the F-14 fighter jets next to each other, the pilots also firmly repeated this exciting slogan in Chris's voice: "Within two months! Level off!