"Do you think those demons are the same as the ones in the manual? Are they that ugly?" A paratrooper was wielding a shovel and building up soil on the front of the trench.
His companions were also digging the soil under their feet with tactical shovels. Next to them was a small river that didn't look very wide.
They had tried the depth of this river before, and the deepest depth was probably less than 2 meters. They found some shallow areas, and it seemed that the larger devil dogs could cross the river directly.
Because of this, the commanders of the paratroopers believed that they should deploy defenses along the entire river instead of focusing on a few dangerous spots where they could swim.
"I heard that the real thing is even more ugly!" Another paratrooper hit the earth wall built in front with a shovel and added: "And the manual says that the weapons in our hands can penetrate the opponent's skin, and the lethality is
Enough."
"I don't believe what those technicians wrote. Only when I see it with my own eyes will I think it's true." The paratrooper who spoke first stopped, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said.
Not far behind these chatting paratroopers, division commander Hart, who was in charge of commanding these paratroopers, looked at the map and complained to several of his staff officers: "We have 3,000 people and are responsible for about 1.5 kilometers of defense front. The pressure is already very high.
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"Yes, there is still enough ammunition. This is the only good news. In addition, since we are the only participating troops, the air force in the entire Greiken area can provide us with support." A staff officer said.
Another staff officer nodded: "I have just contacted the bomber force. They have already drawn up an attack plan and the operation will begin soon."
"This is really good news." General Hart nodded, continued to look at the map and said: "It seems that our left wing will not be breached, because Grecken is defending over there, and the main threat to us is the right side.
, where we can only rely on the increased depth and width of the river to defend..."
"Yeah, it's very unsafe. The mines we carry are limited, and most of them are laid in this direction." The first staff officer used his finger to outline a rough area on the simple map and introduced.
"There are also about 200 garrison troops deployed in this direction. In addition, we have left almost half of the tanks near the right side." Another staff officer also said: "This is what we can mobilize.
The greatest strength.”
Hart nodded uneasily, then frowned and looked at the sky. He heard the depressing sound of engines, which was the sound that would inevitably occur when the air force was dispatched in groups.
Just when he looked up, all the paratroopers noticed the plane above their heads. Everyone stopped what they were doing and curiously looked at the friendly forces flying in formation.
Those B-25 bombers stood next to each other, blocking out the sky and the sun. Above these bombers, there was also a formation of escorting P-51 Mustang fighter jets.
The two formations were superimposed together, making the entire fleet look more airtight. Hart lowered his head and glanced at Vivian standing next to him, and asked: "Are you sure that no demons can go to heaven now?"
"I am very sure that an...an hour ago, I was still fighting these demons...the sky is relatively safe. They only have some two-headed demon dogs that can use some low-level magic to fire in the air." Vivian said firmly.
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She is not used to using the time statistics unit of Elanthill, but she has to admit that it is a very effective and accurate time system. Therefore, when talking to the Elanthir troops, she will take the initiative to use hours.
Minutes are some unfamiliar words to Grecken.
Hart nodded slightly and looked at the group of bombers that had flown far away. There were almost 200 bombers, and this was just the first batch of Air Force bomber units that came to support them.
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In the sky, the Airan Hill pilots flying bombers were checking their flying altitude. Their planes were filled with super bombs for bombing. Some planes were even equipped with Airan Hill's mother of bombs.
That is, the powerful cloud bomb.
In the airflow, the plane was bumping slightly, and everyone was focused on it. After all, this was their first time fighting a demon they had never met before.
It can be seen that everyone is very nervous, but because there is a large number of fighter jets escorting us overhead, this nervousness is still limited.
"Height 4000! According to intelligence, we are about to make contact with the target!" The navigator checked the map and the data provided by Grecken, and shouted to his comrades: "Watch your steps! They may appear at any time!"
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"Found the target! Found the target!" The pilot flying at the front shouted loudly to the navigator beside him: "Do you see your feet? Do you see the moving earth? Drop the bomb quickly!"
"Open the hatch! Open the hatch! Prepare to drop bombs!" There was a lot of noise on the radio. All the crew members were busy, and countless shouts echoed in the headphones: "Descend altitude! Descend altitude! 2000 meters is enough.
!The opponent has no anti-aircraft fire!”
"Damn it! We don't need to aim at all! Those damn demons are everywhere down there!" A bombardier took his eyes away from the sight and shouted to his comrades beside him: "No need to save bullets, fire!"
"Chug chug chug!" The 20mm caliber cannon installed on the nose of the aircraft began to roar. The tracer bullets rushed to the ground and fired directly into the dense sea of devil dogs. In an instant, these devil dogs were swept away.
The demon dog began to flexibly avoid these incoming ammunition.
However, there are some things that they cannot avoid. Because above their heads, all the B-25 bombers have slowly opened their bomb bays.
"Start bombing! Start bombing!" On the radio, all commanders were ordering bombing, and all bombardiers had pressed the control switch to start bombing.
"Click! Click!" With the sound of metal friction, one bomb after another left the bomb bay of the B-25. These bombs scattered in the airflow, and finally formed along the flight path of the aircraft.
Arranged in a straight line.
Due to resistance, these bombs quickly fell head-first into the sea of demon dogs.
The next second, the explosion started. A huge flame exploded among the demon dogs, and countless shrapnel flew across the flesh and blood.
The shock wave instantly chopped up the surrounding demon dogs. Before the demon dogs further away could escape, they were smashed into pieces by the bullet-like explosion fragments.
Such explosions come one after another, as if a blanket has been laid out in the sea of demon dogs.
The most famous carpet bombing in World War II was accurately and effectively replicated by the Air Force pilots of Eiland Hill in their first battle against the devil.
"Hit the target! I feel it's a bit strange to shout like this, there are all targets below!" A bombardier looked at his comrades beside him and complained loudly.
As these bombers passed over the large army of Devil Dogs, the corpses of Devil Dogs swallowed by the explosions stretched for several kilometers. Blackened craters and broken flesh were everywhere, completely rendering the originally beautiful plain into a field of death.
"The attack worked! The attack worked! We have no bombs! Start returning now!" the commander of the bomber unit ordered loudly on the radio.
"You can leave first! Leave the rest to us!" A firm voice replied on the radio channel of the P-51 Mustang fighter unit flying higher in the sky.
Immediately after the bombers began to return, a cluster of P-51 Mustang fighter jets that had been alerting the battlefield near the clouds began to fly sideways and dive one by one, rushing towards the regrouped Devil Dog troops.
"Fire! Fire! Scatter them away!" As the Mustang fighter jets dived one after another, the second round of attacks had begun.
The Mustang fighter equipped with a large-caliber cannon began to roar, and the tracer bullets of the 30-mm cannon carved a trail of blood among the demon dogs.
"The ammunition capacity is too small! All the ammunition was used up in one dive!" A pilot complained loudly in the earphones.
Although the power is ensured, the performance of the Mustang fighter jet modified by Cute Landseer is really not as good as the original version because the 30mm caliber cannon on the wing is larger, which affects the roll performance of the aircraft and the fluid flow of the wing.
structure.
But the impact on flight performance is still a minor matter. After all, there are not many things that can catch up with the P-51 fighter jet in the sky. However, the reduction in the amount of ammunition carried makes the pilots a little depressed.
Their firepower is prepared for the Eternal Empire or Grecken, and it seems to be overkill for targets like demon dogs.
As the fighter jets dived and strafed, the devil dogs on the ground began to become confused again. They roared at the sky, but seemed to have no good way to deal with the target above their heads.
However, they soon took action again and began to rush toward the small river called the Bol River in scattered directions.
It seems that they cannot use magic, nor can they attack targets in the sky. The only thing that makes people afraid of them is their huge number that can be said to be endless.
Standing on the high ground and watching the continuous explosions in the distance, the giant wolf Boken looked at Vivian next to him in shock: "I can't tell that those mortal aircraft without any magic flavor are still very powerful...
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"Yeah, the key is...just like those demons, there are enough of them..." Vivian stared at the distant explosions and breathed a sigh of relief.