"This is definitely not a broken radar." Staring at the LCD screen in front of him, the radar operator said with certainty.
Of course, it's not that the radar is broken. Ireland Hill has produced nearly 500 early warning aircraft of various types. The radar display has been broken only three times so far.
These three times were at the earliest, when there was a problem with the radar display that had just been equipped to the troops. After that, this kind of problem almost never happened again.
"Definitely not... We have already requested a reconnaissance plane to come directly for reconnaissance. Now we have received an order to return and leave." The commander of the early warning aircraft standing next to him said with a solemn face.
They had just received the order to return, because in this direction, that is, south of Angershal, they discovered densely packed demon troops heading north.
The enemy's fleet is due south! This was the news they themselves conveyed back to Angershal, and then a B-52 large reconnaissance aircraft that was patrolling nearby was ordered to get closer to investigate whether this demonic fleet really existed.
"The scale of the enemy is so large that it is unimaginable... The radar is full of white flowers, there are almost a thousand battleships, and there is also a huge floating city!" Angershal, the imperial concubine's special command vehicle
Inside, an officer reported the latest investigation results to Vivian.
The entire Angershal has entered a state of first-level combat readiness, and the air defense forces of Eiland Hill have also entered their own defensive positions.
"There is no news about the close-in investigation. We are also waiting for relevant reports..." The commander raised his chin and looked at Princess Vivian, who was sitting in the seat, and Queen Ander of the Elf race, who was sitting next to the princess.
Leah said.
Vivian used her beautiful, slender fingers to rub the patterned porcelain cup, feeling the warmth of the bitter tea inside: "Have you notified General Medias?"
"Report! It has been notified! He is already directing the battle in the headquarters..." The officer immediately replied: "According to General Medias's order, the nuclear bomb is ready! Once it is confirmed that the enemy army does exist and is large, immediately
It’s ready to launch.”
The selection of the commander of the expeditionary force has always been a problem that has troubled the Elanthir Empire. Many generals and even Marshal Waggron have personally requested Miao, hoping to command the expeditionary force to fight in the demon world.
Of course, Chris was not willing to let the loyal Marshal Wageron take risks himself, and Chris also did not want to move the generals who were in charge of the elite group army easily.
What's more, the troops fighting in the demon world may not be able to carry out large-scale offensive operations in the early stage, but mainly focus on defense. This made Chris think of the "old turtle" Medias who was best at defensive warfare.
When it comes to fighting defensive wars, even famous generals such as Wilkes Modell are not as good as this old aristocratic general.
Therefore, Chris transferred Medias to take over the Demon Realm Expeditionary Force and was temporarily in charge of all the armies in the Demon Realm.
The old general lived up to expectations and steadily occupied the entire Storm Islands, firmly controlled the Storm Sea area, and established a strong stronghold for the expeditionary force.
Now, the devil's counterattack has finally begun, and Medias is dressed neatly for the first time since arriving in the devil world, with the sword hanging from his waist that never seems to leave him, standing in his command position.
…
At the southernmost point of the Sea of Storms, right in front of the endless Demon Fleet, a B-52 reconnaissance plane dragged a long plume of smoke and crashed on the not-so-calm sea.
In the sky, the pilot of the Airborne Air Force who was parachuting looked desperately at the terrifying figure covered in blood red not far from him.
Just now, outside the cockpit of the B-52 reconnaissance plane, which was at full power and hovering at an altitude of 10,000 meters, a terrifying figure wearing fiery red armor and able to fly rapidly without wings appeared.
Wrong, she is not an Iron Man, she is the strongest being of the demon clan, the Demon King Aresia who was created by the origin of magic.
She used terrifying speed to catch up with the reconnaissance plane that could only fly at subsonic speeds, then used both hands to break through the magical defense barrier on the reconnaissance plane, and tore off the huge wings of the B-52 reconnaissance plane simply by relying on her strength.
Then, the reconnaissance plane lost control and crashed on the route of the demon's huge fleet, leaving only an oil stain and debris on the sea.
"Lord Demon King!" The demon generals who caught up flapped their flesh wings and stopped behind Arisia, staring at the slowly descending parachutes with unkind eyes.
As long as Arisia gives the order, these demon generals can immediately rush forward and eat the soldiers hanging on the parachutes alive.
"The enemy has discovered us..." Irelia was suspended in the sky, looking at the slowly falling parachute not far away in front of her with interest, and ordered: "Let the fleet speed up!"
"These invaders from the Magical Continent..." A demon general pointed at the pilots and navigators of Airan Hill, ready to rush forward and chop off their heads.
"Take it back! Keep it complete!" Arisia considered the words and then ordered: "Don't kill him or get injured. Let the succubus interrogate him and see if he can ask for anything useful."
"But sir, before we...and the invaders from the Magic Continent...we took no prisoners..."
"I have changed the rules now! From now on, the captured prisoners must not be disposed of at will! They must be under unified supervision... Those who can be interrogated should be interrogated as clearly as possible!" Arisia scolded impatiently, then turned to the floating ship in the center of the fleet.
The empty city of Sestos flew away.
Several other demon generals looked at the scolded companion, smiled happily, and then turned and left. They moved very fast, and in the blink of an eye they were only as big as a small black dot.
A demon general who was left behind stared at the Airan Hill pilots who were about to fall into the sea with his long sword, and shouted loudly: "Take them back! Don't hurt them! This belongs to His Majesty the Demon King.
Order!"
Following his order, the demonic dragons that had been hovering around for a long time, coveting the dried bacon hanging under the parachutes, roared in frustration, and finally used their huge bodies to catch those who were about to fall into the sea.
enemies in.
I don't know whether it was unlucky or lucky. These Airan Hill pilots fell onto the dragon's back covered with scales and barbs. They were already shaking with fear. There was nothing they could do about it. What normal person would not be able to sit on the dragon's back?
Scared?
What's more, they all know that before this, neither side had the habit of keeping prisoners! So their current identities are more like snacks like lunch meat, and their chances of survival are basically zero...