Queued shooting in the era of 558 electromagnetic guns
"These human things are so abominable..." Looking at the city wall that was hit not far away, the demon commander complained with an ugly expression.
He saw these powerful attack methods with his own eyes and felt the power of human troops.
Just a few hours ago, the warships of the demon navy fleet that headed south to block the human fleet had all been sunk by the human navy.
It’s incredible to think about it. They were hundreds of powerful steel battleships! How could such a powerful weapon as the double-sided magic cannon last only a few hours before they all sank?
You must know that the real mission of these demon fleets heading south is to annihilate the human fleets heading north to intercept the landing of the demon fleets.
In other words, not only did these demon warships fail to complete their mission, they were all lost!
After learning that the huge fleet had been destroyed, the demon general knew that there was not much time left for him...
He must capture the ferry city before the large and powerful human fleet moves north to attack him - otherwise, his fleet and this floating city may be destroyed at sea!
However, he could not retreat because he knew that with the speed of his army, there was no difference between retreating and committing suicide.
If he wants to retreat now, his floating city and fleet will only have one way to go north. But when he goes north, the human fleet will pursue him - and soon his troops will be overtaken.
, and then were completely wiped out in the cold water.
The devil's increase in troops on the endless sea now seems to be very unwise. After losing air and sea control, it still launches a decisive battle with the enemy on the sea. No matter how you look at it, it is a weak-minded behavior.
But things have happened, and complaining now is of no use. Therefore, as the frontline commander of the devil, fighting for his life and attacking Fukou City became his only way out.
"Let the demon dragon and demon bat go first! I want to see if those mortal weapons can stop hundreds of flying demons!" He snorted coldly, as if applauding his decision: "
Let the fleet come up next! Prepare to land!"
"When we occupy this country, we will capture all these technical personnel and use them for our use! Remember! They are important technical personnel! They cannot be harmed casually!" Holding his hands on his chest, this devil who looked very strong commanded
The officer ordered coldly.
In contrast, in the air defense command center of Eiland Hill, a group of young people were quickly typing various orders on the keyboard. They entered the coordinate signals on the radar into the computer, and then issued reasonable combat orders to all participating troops.
Standing behind them were several combat command and staff officers. They used the remote controls in their hands to point at the huge projector. Some people used computer programming to mark the enemy's movements on the map, and there were even rough images next to them.
height coordinates.
"The enemy's air force is moving straight ahead. Their mindless tactics are no different from a group of reckless men." An officer circled the map projection with a laser pointer in his hand and pointed at Du who was standing in front of him.
General Lando introduced.
"Their flanks have been exposed. The four F-16 fighter jets that were patrolling before are heading in this direction. They can immediately attack the devil troops." The dispatch commander told Durando about the flank attack arrangements:
"But unfortunately, these patrol fighter jets carry air superiority patrol weapons. The aim-120 air-to-air missile may not cause fatal damage to the devil's floating castle."
"Let them fight on the flanks to interfere with the judgment of the demon troops. Let the other side take some care of their flanks and not dare to put all their troops on the frontal battlefield!" General Durando ordered.
Only 3 seconds passed before an order from the highest command appeared on the F-16 fighter pilot's helmet-mounted display.
The pilot of an F-16 fighter jet confirmed to the wingman pilot following him through the radio communicator: "After receiving the order, the headquarters ordered us to open fire immediately..."
While repeating the order to his wingman, he used the thumb of his right hand to open the fire button safety on the aircraft's fly-by-wire control stick.
The computer has helped him choose the type of missiles to launch. The two long-range aim-120 missiles have been released from insurance, self-tests have been completed, and are fully ready for activation.
After everything was ready, the pilot calmly gave the order to fire: "All aim-120 missiles, fire!"
The aim-120 missiles mounted under the wings of the four F-16 fighter jets were all launched. A total of eight beyond visual range air-to-air missiles flew towards the distant target like eight arrows.
At the same time, the four patrolling F-16 fighter jets also began to turn and deviated from their original route.
These new aim-120 missiles already have the ability to forget about the launch. After launch, they can hit small targets 100 kilometers away without the need for the aircraft to illuminate them with radar all the time.
This time they were targeting a demonic floating castle that was as big as a mountain on the radar screen, so the locking distance could even be extended to more than 120 kilometers.
It's not that radar can't make these missiles fly farther, but the missiles don't carry enough propellant and they can only fly so far.
As these missiles were launched, farther out on the sea, on the bridge of the nuclear-powered battleship Beningan, the flagship of the Northern Fleet, which had already been assembled at sea, Vice Admiral Bakalov of the Airland Hill Navy placed himself
The tea cups are placed on the simple folding table.
His seat is a seat specially prepared for the commander-in-chief on the battleship. In the center of the bridge, there are computer equipment and advanced LCD screen monitors.
At this moment, Bakarov was sitting in his seat, sighing with emotion that he had transformed from a governor of the Magic Empire to the commander of the Airanthil naval fleet.
It wasn't until the adjutant handed the message to him that he struggled out of his memories.
"Is it our turn?" He glanced at the contents of the telegram, and the expression on his face became rich: "Order the fleet to speed up and sail northward, and bite the opponent's tail at the predetermined location."
"Keep the distance from the opponent! Control it at about 23 kilometers..." He ordered, and then heard the helmsman and communications officer repeating his orders loudly, and then the entire fleet began to accelerate.
The huge and sharp bow cut through the sea surface, and one huge battleship after another surged at their highest speed. These cutting-edge battleships took the lead and rushed towards the demonic troops not far away.
At the same time, the huge artillery on the battleship began to turn little by little, and the huge triple-mounted turret pointed the muzzle of the 406 mm caliber giant gun in the direction of the demon troops in the distance.
The huge semi-automatic loading machine started working, pushing powerful shells one by one into the rifled artillery barrel, and then packages of white propellant were loaded into the breech behind the shells.
A warship weighing 1,000 tons with just one turret, such a huge war machine rarely seen in human history, exposed its ferocious fangs.
Similarly, on the human battlefield, the soldiers of Eiland Hill were not idle either. A group of engineers wearing white isolation suits, holding arm-thick cables, output half of the city's power and plugged it into the power socket behind the embankment.
On a huge capacitor.
Directly above this huge power equipment are rows of cables, and further in front of the cables is an electromagnetic gun of the same type installed on the sky battleship installed on the base of the embankment.
Further away, a longer cable is connected to another electromagnetic gun of the same model. These electromagnetic guns are ready and can be aimed at the target and fired at any time.
"Cut off the power!" In the city, an officer put down the stopwatch in his hand, looked at the engineer standing next to the power center, nodded slightly and said: "Cut off all the power in the three blocks! Transfer everything to
Preset position No. 1 to go up."
"Understood." The engineer nodded slightly, then pressed several switches in front of him, and at the same time turned on several switches that had not been lit since this place was built.
Amidst the buzzing sound, the lights, which had barely been extinguished since the last battle at Fukou City, dimmed in several areas.
And the electricity that was enough to light up dozens of cities in the past was transported to the embankment. Those were built and installed on the embankment's turret as the power storage device of the new coastal defense gun, the Elland Hill Magic Way electromagnetic gun.
Inside.
"The temperature is rising! The power is stable..." The engineer responsible for delivering power to all the electromagnetic guns looked at the rising numbers on the computer screen and shouted loudly to everyone behind him.
Hearing his shout, in the corner of the underground bunker, an officer grabbed the phone next to him and reported with his chin raised: "Ready, the shelling can start at any time!"
"Lock the biggest target! Use the largest caliber electromagnetic artillery shells..." General Durando on the other side of the phone grabbed the receiver. After hearing the report from his subordinates, he ordered: "Fire when you are ready! Don't wait for me."
The order..."
"Understood!" The officer hung up the phone, and then nodded slightly to the officers around him: "Aim at the target and fire immediately after approval!"
"The maximum power output...five, four, three..." the commander in charge of the countdown reminded everyone present with a calm tone into the microphone.
"The electromagnetic track status is stable..." another technical officer shouted while looking at the equipment status monitoring readings on the computer.
"Two, one! Launch!" Without the slightest pause, the officer counting down saw the light beam representing electrical energy being released completely on the computer screen in an instant.
At the same time, he heard a muffled sound as the 20 magic electromagnetic guns on the embankment fired a row of dense shells at the demonic troops.
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Today's update has to be postponed to tomorrow, I'm really sorry.
