The collapsed demon army could not outrun the wheels of the Elanshir Empire. Countless demons were turned into prisoners on the spot, and only a few cavalry were scattered and routed, barely surviving until this moment.
However, their current situation is not very good, because when they attacked, they brought all the food and supplies they could find, and now they have lost all these things.
The Demons are no longer the medieval magic army they were two years ago. They also have artillery of various calibers, mass-produced rifles, and even fighter jets and war machines with thick steel plates.
Therefore, when attacking, they also need to prepare artillery shells, carry ammunition, and also need various parts and fuel supplies.
As a result, when the attack started, these things that had been accumulated with great difficulty were destroyed or captured by the troops of the Eilanhir Empire on the opposite side.
One-third of the hundreds of thousands of troops were wiped out in an instant, one-third became prisoners, and the rest began a series of routs.
In the process of the defeat, tens of thousands more people were captured one after another, and 18,000 people were wiped out. The remaining ones were like frightened birds, terrified all day long.
"Look! Another plane is flying over!" In the woods, a thin demon soldier, holding a pair of boots, raised his head and shouted to his companions.
Their current location is more than 300 kilometers east of where they started when they attacked.
In other words, the devil's "offensive" almost caused the entire defense line to retreat by more than 300 kilometers - and it has not stabilized yet!
"Is this the third time? Are there so many more?" Another demon raised his head and looked at the sky through the branches that had begun to sprout leaves.
It didn't matter what he saw, it made him tremble with fear - there were more planes flying overhead than the previous two times he saw combined...
The size of the enemy aircraft fleet in front of him was so large that he was speechless. The densely packed aircraft seemed to cover the entire sky!
What these demons don't know is that they are just shocked by the number of these planes in front of them. If they talk about the power behind these planes, they can't even understand it!
In order to speed up the advance, the ground engineering troops of the Airanshir Empire sent large engineering machinery to the place closest to the battlefield while the troops advanced.
Here, they repaired dozens of military airports and ensured the construction quality of these important airports.
Immediately afterwards, the transportation force sent a complete set of maintenance equipment to these airports, including full ground crews, large mechanical equipment for bomber maintenance, and even the most advanced supplies and meals for Air Force pilots!
After these efforts, the bomber force of the Eilanhir Empire could take off from a closer airport to carry out the combat mission of bombing Withollands.
The result of a lot of effort is that the B-52 bomber fleet of the Airan Hill Empire can carry more bombs than in the past, and the density and effect of bombing are naturally better!
700 B-52 bombers can carry more than 1,400 tons of bombs. When converted into 500 kilograms of bombs, they can carry almost 3,000 bombs!
For a city, 3,000 bombs can definitely be considered a massive rain of bombs!
You know, this doesn't include the amount of ammunition carried by the A-10 attack aircraft loaded with laser-guided bombs!
Including fuel, the Airanhill Empire consumed tens of thousands of tons of various materials in this one takeoff bombing alone.
In the Elanthir Empire, this may be part of the transportation volume of a floating transport ship, which is almost the transportation volume of a standard navy transport ship.
But such a huge amount of supplies is already all the supplies except food raised by the devil in the spring counterattack that just failed...
This is the gap between the two sides, and this is the reason behind the overwhelming size of the Airanhill Empire’s army!
"With so many planes...Withollands...could they no longer exist?" Finally, the demon soldier who came out of the shock looked away from the planes flying over his head.
He lowered his head and asked his comrades.
His comrades-in-arms are also panicking now, because his home is in Withollands. He was originally a reserve waiter, and in two years he will go to work in the Temple of the Servers of God.
However, the war caused him to lose everything. Several of his brothers died in the Magic Continent. In the end, due to the depletion of frontline soldiers, he was transferred to the frontline combat force.
However, his home is still in Withollands, and he still misses his sisters and parents there. There is also his faith there, which is becoming increasingly fragile and seems to have gradually collapsed!
"How is it possible... You haven't seen how thick the magic defense barrier in Witholland is... is it something that can be penetrated?" Even he himself couldn't understand what he said.
At this time, the voice was full of tremors.
"But...but those enemy planes are really, really too many!" The demon who just looked back was full of worry.
After all, that is Withollands! After all, it has never been attacked by the enemy, the holy city in the heart of the devil!
"We have to retreat back to Withollands! We must do it as soon as possible!" The thin young devil hurriedly held the boots in his hands and rushed towards the place where his troops were stationed.
The Earthdramon tied to the tree trunk became restless due to the sound of the engine, and the surrounding demon knights had also seen an unprecedented swarm of human bombers.
They were all stunned by the densely packed fleet of aircraft, and had no intention of taking any action for a moment. These frightened demon knights just looked at the sky, fearing that these aircraft would suddenly lower their altitude and start attacking them.
Of course, their fear was not unfounded. After all, they had been defeated all the way here and had been harassed by planes from the Airlands Air Force more than once or twice.
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In Witholland, yesterday's bombing, the fire has not been completely extinguished, and the sound of explosions occasionally echoes throughout the city. Next to the collapsed buildings, sit idle and thin demons. They have just lost almost all their factories and lost
Get a job where you can get food.
Among the ruins, before the dazed demons had time to feel pain, the crushing horn sound, representing the enemy's upcoming terrorist air strike, resounded through the sky again...