"Boom!" An explosion exploded beside the demon dragon that was raging in the sky of the city. Countless fragments cut into the thick scales of the demon dragon, like a hot knife cutting into cheese, without any hindrance.
The demonic dragon that had been so arrogant just now, destroying the streets with flames and devouring humans, screamed and fell in the explosion, directly hitting the bell tower that had not completely collapsed, and two-thirds of it was still left.
The demon bat that was hovering over the city let out a completely different roar toward the sea, with a hint of fear in the sharpness.
Amidst the screams of these devil bats and the deafening roar of jet engines, two F-14 fighter jets with fully swept wings flew over the battlefield filled with black smoke.
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On the erect double tail fins, the ferocious sea monster holds a golden trident in its hand, looking down at all the living creatures below it like a god descending to earth.
"Pirate 1 hits the target! The Magic Dragon has been shot down! Repeat, the Magic Dragon has been shot down!" In the cockpit, the driver's face was completely covered by a black helmet mask. Next to the complex aiming device above, on the side of the helmet, was a
Variation of the big number "1".
"No. 1! Two demon bats have caught up! They are behind you..." The wingman's pilot uniform is exactly the same as that of his lead pilot. He has an orange life jacket and many complicated survival tools hanging on his body.
What is different from his lead aircraft is that there is a variant of the number two on his helmet. The wingman pilot controls the aircraft to keep up with the climbing lead aircraft, and the radar operator behind him has locked onto the demon behind the long fuselage.
bat.
"No need to fire! No. 2! These beasts can't catch up with us! Let them eat our tail flames!" In the cockpit of the lead plane, the pilot looked at the ground under his feet through the side rearview mirror and saw thick smoke rising from all directions.
, a messy Shakeburn.
"The devil has broken through the defense line! Repeat! Command, the devil has broken through the defense line..." Although you can't see his expression, you can already hear some anger and hatred from the tone of his voice.
"Eliminate all demons that can be seen!" The commander's voice came clearly from the earphones: "Return after the weapons or fuel are exhausted!"
"Corsair One understands!" the pilot of the lead plane replied softly as he turned his fighter jet and started to dive.
"Pirate Two understands!" Following his lead aircraft, the pointed warheads of aim-120 air-to-air missiles hung on both sides of the fuselage were like fangs, which looked equally ferocious in the eyes of the devil.
"How could Airan Hill's fighter jets... appear in such a place?" The commander of the Demon Navy showed a solemn expression on his face, looking at the sky whistling and turning, like two goshawks preparing to pounce on him.
The target F-14 fighter jet asked.
"That's a fighter jet of their navy." He suddenly realized something and turned his head sharply to look at the sea behind him. His eyes passed through the densely packed warships of his own side and fell directly on the unclear objects on the sea surface.
On the black spot.
In the 1st Close Support Fleet of the Airland Hill Navy, on the brand-new bridge of the flagship Dreadnought, Navy Commander-in-Chief Lawns, who had been unwilling to return to the second line to strategize, put down his telescope and looked at the adjutant beside him: "Let the fleet
Fire up!"
"Yes!" The adjutant beside him stood at attention and saluted, turned around with his chin high, and ordered all the officers who had been waiting there: "The attack begins! Each ship is free to fire!"
"Boom!" The nine 406mm-caliber main guns equipped on the Dreadnaught battleship, with their barrels raised high, suddenly spurted out flames as huge as a building, and a thick black smoke rose into the sky.
On the sea surface, ripples were blown out by the shock wave.
On the nuclear-powered battleship Slaughter that followed, 12 cannons of the same caliber spurted out flames, and the deafening sound of the cannons floated on the sea and did not dissipate for a long time.
Then the third battleship's main gun opened fire, and shells weighing several tons roared out from the muzzle, tearing the surrounding air with hatred and flying unstoppably into the distance.
As the flames from the main guns on these huge battleships rolled, streaks of white smoke rose straight into the sky from the bows of the Eilandhir guided missile destroyers on guard duty on both wings.
Almost all of the vertical missile launchers were opened, and countless Tomahawk cruise missiles trailed long trails. After climbing vertically, they turned around and accelerated, rushing towards the Demon Fleet.
"Don't relax your air security!" Watching the Tomahawk cruise missile take off in the distance, Genesis continued to order: "Ensure the safety of the aircraft carrier fleet and don't let go of a devil!"
"Yes! General!" The adjutant stood at attention and saluted, then turned around in a standard manner and looked at the officers behind him who were waiting for orders: "Raise the blood flag! Annihilate all the demons! Leave no one behind!"
The two nuclear-powered aircraft carriers of the Navy's 1st Aircraft Carrier Fleet, more than 200 kilometers away from the 1st Support Fleet, are sailing against the wind at full speed.
The huge bow of the ship is cutting through the oncoming waves due to its extremely fast speed. The destroyers following the aircraft carrier also rise and fall with the waves. The constantly rotating radars on the masts and the artillery pointed at the sky make them
It looked murderous.
On the huge landing deck, the white smoke from the steam ejection rolled up, and the baffles to block the tail flames of the fighter jets had been erected.
On both sides of the fuselage of the F-14 Tomcat fighter hung on the catapult are densely packed AIM-120 air-to-air missiles with sharp warheads.
Behind the two Tomcat fighter jets that were ready to take off, the other two Tomcat fighter jets were ready and ready to be dispatched at any time.
The pilot sitting in the cockpit gave a thumbs up to the ground crew standing next to the fuselage. The ground crew knelt on one knee, put one hand behind his back, and pointed with the other hand in the direction of the nose of the aircraft.
He made a gesture to take off immediately.
For a moment, the engines roared, and two large fighter jets flew out of the deck one after the other. They sank slightly the moment their landing gear left the deck, and then they spread their wings and flew high into the wind.
Following the first two aircraft carriers are two other aircraft carriers. What takes off from these two aircraft carriers is not the F-14 Tomcat heavy air superiority fighter. The ones taking off here are all F/A-18 medium-sized ones.
Multipurpose fighter aircraft.
These fighter jets, which have average performance but are very cheap and very versatile, have various types of bombs hanging on their bellies.
Some carry laser-guided bombs, some carry cluster bombs, and some carry ancient ordinary aerial bombs. The mission of these aircraft is very simple, bomb the devils and destroy all suspicious targets on the ground!
Just as the two F-14 fighter jets that appeared in the sky above Shaketown dived for the second time and used their aerial cannons to kill the two demon bats blocking the way, at the same time, they were unprepared and were turning the bow of the battleship around in a panic.
The Demon Navy was caught off guard by the sudden artillery fire from behind.
The crowded and disorganized demon fleet was hit by falling large-caliber artillery shells as it turned to face the enemy, causing one ship after another to break apart and sink.
Before the demon general could issue any new orders, dozens of Tomahawk cruise missiles arrived one after another.
Originally, the Demons still had a way to intercept some slow Tomahawk cruise missiles, but because they were in complete chaos, when most of these missiles hit their targets, the Demons did not fully understand what kind of battle they were facing.
disaster.
In the city, the demonic troops that were being massacred suddenly fell into the dilemma of being flanked. The humans in the city were still resisting, and on the sea outside the city, the even more difficult-to-provoke King of Hell arrived again.
"They're all stuck in the port, and they really haven't made any progress at all." With an expressionless face, Lawns picked up his binoculars and looked at the demon warships in the distance that were turning around awkwardly, as if they wanted to meet the enemy, and commented coldly.
He witnessed the navy of Eiland Hill growing step by step to its current size, and its tactics have also changed drastically. Therefore, in the eyes of this naval commander, the demon fleet, which has hardly changed for more than half a year, is undoubtedly not the same.
A second-rate opponent who wants to be aggressive.
Following his comments, the 406 mm caliber battleship main gun fired again, causing the earth to shake and the mountains to collapse.
The opponent directed by these artillery pieces had begun to completely collapse at this time. The Demon Navy, which had long been psychologically shadowed by Ailanthil, had no room to fight back when it encountered the Ailanthil fleet.
Therefore, when these demons, who were extremely ferocious just a few minutes ago, howled in despair, the scene was really creepy and weird.
As a huge water column dozens of stories high rose into the sky, a huge demon warship that was at least 300 meters long broke in half as the water column broke into two pieces and quickly ran aground in the water.
Not far away, a warship equipped with a magic cannon was directly hit by a Tomahawk cruise missile. The high explosives on the missile directly detonated the stored magic energy liquid on the warship, causing the warship to die.
Countless fragments.
And in the sky, as more and more F-14 fighter jets joined the battle circle, the originally ferocious and arrogant Demon Bat troops scattered like sparrows after seeing an eagle, and disappeared.
Half of the majesty just now.
Seeing the demon wolf scurrying overhead and being chased by the huge fighter jet with a terrifying sound, the desperate civilians in Shakeburn shed tears of excitement as they survived the desperate situation.
"They are coming!" On the city wall, the human officer who finally pulled out the sword from a demon corpse looked at the few men left in front of him and grinned, revealing blood-red teeth. On his armor
It was all black blood, which made him look like an Irish oil worker.
"Alan Hill is here! They are here to save us! Long live Alan Hill!" On the street, the civilians who finally realized that they still had hope, also let out hysterical cheers from different corners.
And amidst their cheers, another massacre began. Only this time, the massacre just now has now become the target of hunting...
