In the woods, the demon soldier who was adjusting his armor squinted his eyes and raised his head to look at the sky above him. Through the lush leaves, he saw one after another B-52 bombers flying over his head.
He dropped the shoulder armor in his hand, ran to the edge of the woods with his long sword, and then saw those B-52 bombers dropping cluster bombs into the dense woods behind him.
The dense explosions drowned out all sounds, and the tranquility at noon was suddenly broken. Without warning, the human attack began horribly.
"Then...that's where the main force of our ten-thousand-strong army is stationed...how do they know?" He stared, not knowing who he was questioning. This demon soldier had witnessed the destruction of his own unit.
Such things happened in countless places along the entire coastline on this peaceful noon.
The same question was asked to different people through different mouths: "They, how do they know where our troops are stationed?"
The heavy bomber force had just left, and wisps of black smoke were still rising throughout the forest. Before the defeated soldiers of the Demon Force who had escaped from the bombing had time to take a breath, swarms of attack aircraft followed.
The A-10 attack plane that took off from the sky battleship hovered in the sky, and then suddenly swooped down, pouring 30mm-caliber artillery shells onto the Demon Force position.
Even though those 30mm anti-aircraft gun emplacements were placed at the edge of the woods and were carefully camouflaged, they were still quickly greeted by precision-guided bombs and turned into piles of scrap metal.
The demon giants equipped with thick armor were hit by Tomahawk cruise missiles before they could line up. The shrapnel shredded the bodies of these poor giants, and the fire burned the souls of these poor giants.
The devil's defensive position, which was originally sparse and airy, collapsed and shattered in a matter of seconds under such an attack.
The demon soldiers who lost their headquarters had to fight on their own. Before they could organize themselves, they were scattered by various missiles and bombs, running like wolves and howling like ghosts.
Chris' soul from another world playfully named this alien landing "Overlord", but in fact, this unprecedentedly large-scale landing operation was not the Normandy of another world at all.
The German army in Normandy at least still had its own strong Atlantic wall, and at least one battalion of troops was deployed on Omaha Beach.
At least they still have machine guns, 88 mm caliber anti-aircraft cannons, and a pitiful number of howitzers to support the entire defense line, as well as the instructors and the Führer Youth Division behind them as backup.
But at this moment, the demons deployed on the beach have nothing. They only have the long swords in their hands and the fireball technique that can only fly to a height of 100 meters to guard their defense!
The ones attacking them are the US military in the 21st century. If you include sky battleships and electromagnetic guns, Ailan Hill's troops are even more terrifying than the Bald Eagle Empire on Earth!
Before the thick smoke on the ground had dissipated, and while the sounds of explosions were still coming one after another, countless C-130 transport planes, as dense as clouds, flew over the landing site.
On the way here, the paratrooper transport planes that had been refueled in the air slowly opened their wide hatches.
Because of the existence of new weapons such as powered exoskeletons, there are some changes in the parachute jumping procedures of Airan Hill's paratroopers.
They no longer jump out of the plane from the hatches on both sides, but jump out of the plane from the tail and then open their parachutes in the sky.
Parachutes blossomed in the sky like edelweiss, and the paratroopers' airborne landing in Ireland began with great fanfare.
There is nothing flashy, and there are no fake targets or other tricks. In the most domineering manner, Alan Hill announced a message to the indigenous people of the Demon World: We are here!
The noise of aircraft engines is the best war drum. Navy Sidewinder helicopter gunships are everywhere, and rockets draw white smoke trails at the feet of paratroopers.
The 406mm caliber cannon on the naval battleship was roaring, and the defenses deployed by the demonic troops on the beach were wiped out in the explosion, leaving only a black crater as big as half a football field.
The only floating fortress is falling with thick smoke, and the noisy Tu-22m Backfire bombers are circling around the crashed devil's castle. The supersonic anti-ship missiles they launched destroyed this behemoth, and now these supersonic bombers
A glorious moment to celebrate victory.
The landing, which was supposed to start two hours later, started almost at the same time as the airborne landing. Various landing craft and hovercrafts almost formed a straight line on the sea, carrying various weapons and equipment, and rushed into the air.
A deserted beach.
Heidi Cannon, who was standing next to Bakalov, put down the telescope in his hand, shook his head and prepared to leave: "I'd better follow the second batch of landing troops ashore. There are no enemies there at all..."
This miraculous marshal from Norma saw the elite combat power of Alan Hill attacking for the first time. Although he had already learned what he saw with the knowledge magic ball, he was still shocked by what he saw.
What he saw could no longer be described by the word war. It was completely a different world version of armed tourism.
It is no exaggeration to say that even if a monkey were to sit in his current position, this war would definitely end with Eiland Hill winning.
"The 1st Marine Division will be ashore soon, and your armored forces will have enough landing sites immediately!" Bakalov shouted proudly to Heidi Canon's back.
"Forget it! The biggest danger in this battle is that when my tank comes ashore, don't crush your soldiers' feet..." Heidicannon laughed at himself and walked out of the bridge command center, which was as comfortable as an afternoon tea party.
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The expected brutal landing battle never happened, or in other words, the expected brutal landing battle was an illusion created by a senior official in the staff department to find something to do for his subordinates.
The entire fleet was basically venting its emotions in an open space, and then a group of tough soldiers with weapons rushed onto the beach full of craters and smoke bombs.
What greeted them were elite paratroopers who were also wearing powered exoskeleton armor and holding large-caliber assault rifles.
Of course, the only thing they didn't see was the demonic troops stationed here, stubbornly resisting...