"First of all, the most important thing is to let the engineering troops establish the field airport as soon as possible. Relying only on navy carrier-based aircraft and fighter jets carried by the sky fleet, our air force fighter jets are still too few." Medias said from the map.
Shang withdrew his gaze and commanded.
No one can command a battle with a blind eye. Only by determining the terrain around him as much as possible can he better allocate his troops and deploy subsequent troops reasonably.
At least, he needs to know which direction the demon is in the nearby city, and where the focus of his troops' attack should be.
Blind advancement does not matter in the short term, but from a long-term perspective, it is still too passive.
"The planes taking off from the Sky Fleet are trying to find ways to find the follow-up Demon City. We launched three satellites, but they are all satellites that maintain communication and information transmission..." The adjutant pointed to other reports and said to Medias
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"Why are they all communication satellites?" Medias asked with some displeasure. If he had three detection satellites in his hand now, at least he could figure out the area in front of his home.
"I also asked about this. Because we were not sure whether we could immediately establish a foothold in the demon world, we prepared satellites to support combat. Moreover, because the troops are becoming more and more spread out, relying on communication rockets is not an option.
, so communication satellites are still very important." The adjutant explained.
"Well, it is indeed important to maintain communication." Medias weighed it and still felt that it was more important to be able to maintain communication and control every unit.
So he stopped mentioning the reconnaissance satellite and changed the topic and continued to ask: "What was the result of the reconnaissance?"
"The roads in the Demon Realm are in general condition. Except for some major roads, reconnaissance planes cannot carry out investigations along railways and other ground reference objects, so we have only found one Demon City for the time being." The adjutant quickly replied: "This city
The coordinates are still being calculated. It is estimated that within a day, precise geographical coordinates will be obtained, enough to guide a nuclear bomb to attack." Mobile version::
"Don't attack with nuclear weapons first... and then dismantle them. I think it's a bit wasteful." Medias held his chin and said, "Approximately where is it?"
"Probably at this location." The adjutant picked up the pencil on the side, clicked on the blank edge of the map, and roughly marked a location.
"Immediately send a telegram to Marshal Wageron and submit my opinions to him." Medias looked at the location of the city and ordered his adjutant: "Don't use nuclear weapons to attack the devil's city for the time being, otherwise it will
It will have a negative impact on our subsequent occupation."
"Then...should we cancel the air force's bombing?" the adjutant asked in a low voice.
"Bombing? There is no need to cancel the bombing. Just ask them to reduce the use of cluster bombs and not cause trouble for our ground troops." Medias waved his hand and replied. PC::/
He is not a religious man, so he naturally does not have the slightest sympathy for demons. He just does not want his troops to frequently encounter the kind of rotten and smelly cemeteries where corpses are strewn in the fields during the advancement process, which will affect the combat mood of the troops.
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Waggron leaned on his seat, also looking at the demonic city destroyed by the nuclear bomb. He also felt that these pictures were too disgusting, but he also did not arouse any overwhelming sympathy.
Hatred naturally requires revenge to be vented. Since the devil has committed horrific massacres on the Magic Continent, no wonder others use more bloody and cruel methods to retaliate.
The good thing about poems like "I would like to carry a hundred thousand tiger and wolf brigade, and leap into Tokyo with a sword" is that I can use the simplest words to describe the most exciting artistic conception.
The key points are "tiger and wolf", "prancing horse" and "swinging sword"! These words accurately show the author's attitude and the pleasure in killing.
Now Wageron naturally hopes that his troops will leap on horseback and wield swords, and become a true tiger and wolf army.
As for whether it is just or not and what is moral, these are not things that he needs to consider. All he has to consider is the opinion of His Majesty the Emperor, because in his opinion, the opinion of His Majesty the Emperor truly represents the attitude of the entire empire.
"Marshal! The fleet's turn has been completed! It is moving forward at the slowest cruising speed!" The adjutant stood a few steps away from Wageron, looked at Wageron who was sitting at the front, stood at attention and saluted loudly and reported.
A few minutes ago, Waggron ordered the fleet to turn. The entire sky fleet of 15 floating warships slowly turned around in the sky and pointed their bows in the direction of the discovery of the Demonic City.
"All electromagnetic guns are loaded... prepare to attack..." Wagron gently swiped on the tablet, put away those horrific photos, and gave a firm command in a rich voice.
"Load the electromagnetic gun!" The weapons control officer stood in his position with his hands behind his back and loudly repeated the marshal's order with his chin raised.
In front of him, several officers sitting at the console issued the same order almost at the same time.
The huge mechanical arm suddenly began to move, grabbing the electromagnetic gun shell that was pushed into position by the elevator and grabbing it to the corresponding position. Then the entire gun barrel was closed, and the sealing device sprayed white gas in all directions.
On the outside of the battleship, the magical electromagnetic gun turrets seemed to suddenly come to life, pointing more energetically at the location they were aiming at.
On the battleship deck directly above, the red safety lights began to flash, and the safety beeps informing personnel to evacuate were played repeatedly.
Each hatch was closed tightly, and a row of warships were slightly staggered from each other, forming a diagonal "one" formation.
The next second, after the weapons officer gave an order, dozens of magic cannons throughout the battleship suddenly burst into light, and a row of cannonballs that rushed like thunder disappeared at the end of the sky in an instant.
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"The first bombardment is completed!" Seeing the feedback information on the computer screen, the commander reported loudly. As the sealing device began to release pressure in the sealed cabin, the robotic arm began to flexibly install the new electromagnetic track into the
at the predetermined location.
"Very good, prepare for the second round of bombardment." Waglun ordered expressionlessly: "Stop after the third round of bombardment and let the reconnaissance plane transmit the effects of the bombardment back."
"Yes! Loading begins!" After receiving the order, the weapon control officer turned around in a standard manner and conveyed the fleet commander's request with his head held high. Everything was as standard and precise as machinery.
