(Author's words: The reason why I stay at the front this time is because before I wrote it, a reader pointed out a BUG in transition and signal transmission. Long Ling changed chapters 1084 and 1085, corrected the BUG, and apologizes to everyone here. Interstellar Chapter
This is also the first time I have come into contact with Long Ling. I am still a bit random and not rigorous enough when setting up. Long Ling will improve these settings bit by bit, so don’t worry. In addition, this update is a tribute to this thoughtful person.
Dear readers!)
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"Do they think they can create a storm near Withollands, affect navigation, use space magic to defend the barrier... and there is nothing we can do?" Medias raised his eyebrows and looked at the chief of staff beside him and asked.
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"This... the feedback from the Air Force is that they cannot risk the lives of pilots." The chief of staff replied with some embarrassment: "There have been too many personnel transfers recently, so the command of each service is very chaotic. This is
There’s nothing you can do about it.”
There is really no solution, because with the establishment of the Space Army, a large number of high-tech talents have been transferred from the army, and many departments and even work have been affected to a certain extent.
The most severely affected are actually the Air Force and Navy. Because the command forms are similar and the combat tasks are similar, the Navy has the most personnel transferred, followed by the Air Force pilots.
After all, the pilots of the Air Force have the shadow of astronauts in both quality and technology. With a little training, they can become good astronauts.
What is even more depressing is that in order to fill the shortage of commanders in the Space Force as quickly as possible, both the Air Force and the Navy have transferred some of their best commanders. Their departure has affected both forces to a certain extent.
On this basis, the Air Force Command, which was in a state of unrest, handled the matter of losing three B-52 bombers in this Air Force bombing in a bureaucratic and slow manner.
In short, no one wanted to cause trouble at this point, so the plan to send bombers to continue bombing Withollands was shelved, and no one was willing to mention it.
You know, even within the wealthy Air Force, losing three B-52 bombers in one day is not a small matter. No one wants to take this big blame - whoever doesn't want to become famous will be transferred to the newly formed Air Force with a bright future.
Going to the Space Force? If someone is accidentally left in the Air Force, it will be a disaster.
Didn't you see that the Navy has been placed under the unified command of the Army because of Genes' promotion to Marshal? Will the Air Force one day become a combat force under the Army? Isn't it a flea on the monk's head? It's obvious...
Even Air Force General and Air Force Commander-in-Chief Butolya are waiting for their transfer orders, let alone generals from other departments.
As a result, for two consecutive days, the Air Force used damage surveys and lack of reasons to continue the bombing to prevaricate the high command.
After all, judging from the bombing assessment reports provided by reconnaissance satellites, the first two bombings were indeed effective. The Devil's industrial area was almost completely destroyed, and there was little point in continuing the bombing.
Of course, this is not a reason or excuse to stop the bombing, because the order given by His Majesty the Emperor of the Airanhill Empire is: "Raze Witholans to the ground!"
"Do you think the current Withausland is flat?" Medias looked at his chief of staff and asked this question.
"Of course...of course not." The chief of staff recalled the riddled ground and ruins in the satellite photos, considered his words, and answered.
Whether it is for him personally or for the entire army, His Majesty the Emperor's orders are above all else. Since His Majesty the Emperor wants a flat land, there can only be flat land there!
"Then let's let it become flat ground!" Medias stood up and patted the chief of staff on the shoulder: "Who made you think that we can only rely on the air force?"
Who made you naively think that we can only rely on the air force? This question was tumbling in the mind of the chief of staff. He had not come back to his senses until Medias left the room.
Just as he stood there in a daze, ballistic missiles were slowly raised one by one at the missile launch position of the Airanshir Empire Army amid the sound of sirens.
Each of these twenty-meter-long missiles can carry a powerful warhead that can destroy an entire castle.
Although they cannot be replaced with the most suitable nuclear warheads, the number of ballistic missiles accumulated by the Airanhill Empire over the years is definitely quite large.
These sharp towers slowly stood up on the fields until they pointed vertically towards the sky and then stopped.
On the missile site ready for launch, launch inspection personnel and soldiers lined up neatly and ran away from the launch site in neat steps.
The missile's ignition device began to emit wisps of white smoke, and on the distant hillside road, there were densely packed soldiers of the Eilanhir Empire advancing on the road ahead.
"This is a big gift from us to the source of magic. I wonder if he is willing to accept it!" A soldier stared at the self-test data of the missile's internal sensor on the computer screen and said with a smile on his face.
War is an easy thing for missile troops like them, especially when the enemy does not have missile troops.
They can be organized and deployed calmly behind the distant front line, and then launch fatal attacks on the enemy easily and safely.
In their eyes, there is no blood or cruelty in war, only the romance that belongs to men - the romance of killing the enemy!
The launcher sitting next to him opened the transparent safety cover, revealing the red launch button inside: "I don't know, it's just that we won't return it."
The launch commander, who held the receiver and heard the launch order, then ordered: "Send them to death! Who told him to offend us, Ailan Hill! Missile launch!"
"That's right! Who told him to offend us, Ailan Hill!" The launcher burst into laughter and pressed the launch button of the missile.
"Boom!" A missile soared into the sky, and the huge impact caused the surrounding dust to fly in all directions. Dust was everywhere, and clouds of brown gas accompanied the missile's rise, rushing high into the sky.
A second later, the smoke column became two, and the other missile was also climbing, bringing up thick brown smoke, rising quickly and slightly in a curve.
Then, one missile after another was launched into the sky, and the entire missile base of the Eilanhir Empire was submerged by the rising smoke plumes.
Further away, the same smoke pillars shot straight into the sky one after another, as if there were countless fangs growing on the horizon.
The deafening roar of the rocket engine even drowned out the sound of the car engines of the advancing ground troops.
Countless infantrymen stopped and looked at the spectacular scene in front of them. It was a rare sight to see hundreds of ballistic missiles launched at the enemy. It was enough for them to brag and talk about for a while.
As for the origin of magic, he still doesn't know. Human beings seem to have new tricks... and it seems that these new tricks are emerging in endlessly...
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