A modified Boeing 737 military aircraft is hovering at the edge of the land controlled by Demon. At a higher place, two F-15 fighter jets have just received aerial refueling. They are responsible for protecting this expensive Boeing 737 aircraft, safely in Demon
Missions are carried out on the fringes of areas controlled by the troops.
This Boeing 737 aircraft is responsible for dropping buoys on nearby coastlines. These buoys can transmit back the nearby water patterns and determine where a large port is suitable for construction.
Although it's not too far from Angershal, landing in a demon-controlled area is still a very complicated matter.
The landing plan is divided into two plans. One is based on the naval fleet of Eiland Hill, controlling the beach and defeating all nearby demon forces to build a huge landing site.
The other plan is easier, that is, Dragon King Albert continues to open a new portal, this time near the land, allowing Elanthil's army to directly enter the demon world.
Chris and his commanders preferred to implement two plans at the same time, one to establish a stable landing site and the other to open a portal.
However, letting Dragon King Albert consume his magic power again is not without cost. All the decision-makers in Elland Hill, including Chris, prefer to solve the problem by themselves without relying on external forces.
Therefore, these expensive water pattern detection aircraft were dispatched near the expected landing site and began to detect various conditions there.
The navy believes that they can control any landing site and clear out all nearby demon navy fleets.
It's just that they need time to find a suitable place to land, and a place where they can build a port after taking control.
The original plan was to find the port that the demon had established, attack and occupy it. However, this plan was a bit difficult, because the demon seemed to be on the coastline close to Angleshire, and there was no ideal port city for the Elanthir navy to choose.
This is probably the most depressing thing: you can capture any enemy's city, but the enemy has no city...
"Buoy No. 3 has been thrown... the signal transmission is good... we seem to have found the port address we wanted." A sonar buoy operator looked at the three-dimensional imaging on the computer and pressed the intercom to report.
"Less than 100 kilometers away from here is an ideal landing beach. After the troops land, they can advance here within a day and start building a port here." Beside him, another officer leaned comfortably on a chair.
Go up and speak.
Behind them, another group of people was comparing maps that had been repeatedly scouted: "I saw a devil's village nearby, and the coordinates have been marked on the map."
"That village... seems to have ceased to exist today." The leading officer took a pencil and made a cross on the village with a nonchalant look on his face.
Along the way, they have destroyed several similar villages, so they have become very numb to this kind of thing.
While they were talking, in the sky on the other side, twenty B-52 bombers loaded with conventional bombs roared past above the clouds.
These bombers, responsible for attacking ground targets, reached their targets at extremely fast speeds.
Immediately afterwards, the F-15 fighter jets covering these B-52 bombers broke away from the formation, climbed to a higher altitude, and searched the sky of the entire theater with radar.
The B-52 bombers that flew towards the target slowly opened the bomb bays under their bellies.
The air flow poured into the bomb bay of the bomber, and the bombs inside were also illuminated by the sunlight pouring into the cabin. The next second, these loaded genetic bombs, incendiary bombs and cluster bombs were mixed together, and they detached one after another in order.
bomb rack.
Like a goddess scattering flowers, bombs as dense as raindrops staggered down in the sky. The delay fuse rotated rapidly in the wind, and along with the airflow, these bombs spread out bit by bit, covering a large area of the sky.
On the ground, a group of demon dogs that were tearing away carrion raised their heads and roared upwards, as if they had discovered that danger was coming.
In the originally peaceful village, a charming succubus opened the dilapidated door and frowned at the restless devil dog pups in the distance.
She followed the devil dog's gaze and looked up at the sky. At this time, the dull roar of the engine had overshadowed the sound of the waves in the distance and became clear.
"The enemy...those are infidels!" At the door of another house, a demonic woman with a green face and fangs pointed at the sky and shouted loudly, having seen the B-52 bomber above the white clouds.
Her men have been drafted away, leaving only this dilapidated small village with some old, weak, sick and disabled people. They make a living by fishing, and their productivity is basically still in the prehistoric era.
Now, they see the bomber soaring high, just like the African natives see the B-2 bomber, their eyes are full of awe.
"Boom!" In the open space in the distance, next to the two boats being towed ashore, the first bomb set off a cloud of gravel.
Then, the next second, closer to the village, a huge explosion shattered the rocks, instantly turning a rock on the shore into a huge crater.
Immediately afterwards, the scattered cluster bombs flooded the entire village. The demon woman who was still standing at the door was instantly engulfed in a sea of fire.
Without enough time to turn around, the charming succubus only saw a raindrop-shaped object fall between her feet, and then set off a heavy rain of steel, eroding her slender body.
Her entire body, together with the house behind her, even the simple foundation of the house, and everything in the house, disappeared into this world.
Moreover, she would not know that those bombs covered all the nearby open spaces and completely vaporized everything.
Those demon dogs ran away in all directions, desperately trying to get away from this terrible place. They ran desperately, but in the end they were all drowned by the spreading flames.
Just a few seconds later, a devil dog with burns all over his body was limping on the edge of the burning flames. Now there was nothing left of the poor seaside village.
Above its head, those B-52 bombers were returning, and the escorting F-15 fighter jets rejoined the formation.
Soon these planes will merge with aerial tankers, and the targets they attack no longer exist in this world.
In Angershal, the landing ship full of soldiers has left the coast, and the fleet that can't be seen is pulling anchor and setting sail.
