The afternoon is always a wonderful time, both for the attacker and the defender in the war.
In the sky of the demon world, hundreds of wild demon bats are circling and looking for food. It is not a rare sight. These demons are not real bats. They are more accustomed to showing their faces during the day and do not like to be sneaky at night.
The evil one relies on ultrasound to move.
Therefore, the reason why they are called devil bats is actually just because they look like large bats.
Of course, it is precisely because of this that when the indigenous people of the Demon Realm saw countless black dots flying over their heads in the sky, their calmness was actually far beyond the imagination of the Elanthir Air Force.
Even in this ancient industrial city, there is not even anything resembling an air defense alarm. No one rings the big bell for defense, because the defenders here know that the nearest enemy is hundreds of kilometers away from them.
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What these demons don't know is that the overwhelming black dots flying above their heads are actually carrying hundreds of tons of bombs that symbolize death.
In the B-17 bomber bumping in the airflow, the navigator saw the data displayed on his navigation device. He pressed the intercom and reported their position to the pilot: "We should be over the target already!"
"Yes! I saw it!" The pilot looked through the glass window of the plane and saw the black smoky city on the ground in the distance.
The chimneys that are taller than the Magic Tower look spectacular. Because buildings are generally very tall, these chimneys have to be built higher in order to discharge the thick smoke to high altitudes where the air flows faster.
This place looks more advanced than the frontier of Elanthir. At least there are dense smelting plants here, which are used to smelt all kinds of steel and build all kinds of huge war machines.
"Open the bomb bay!" The frontline commander responsible for directing the bombing gave the prelude order to start the attack. All pilots opened the bomb bay switches at their hands.
As a result, the entire bomber group began to descend in altitude, and one after another the B-17 bombers began to open the bomb bays on their abdomens, exposing the heavy bombs one after another to the turbulent airflow.
The sunlight shone in through the opening of the bomb bay, making the graffiti on each bomb clear. These bombs were filled with curse words greeting the devil's relatives, which were obscene and shameless and unsightly.
However, when these postmodern arts are dense to a certain extent, they also emit a different kind of beauty. The bombs mounted in the bomb bays swaying in the wind are witnessing the fate of this cruel war with a kind of cynicism.
A different kind of cynicism.
"Send them back to hell!" The bombardier saw the crosshairs of his crosshair pressed against a huge chimney and immediately pressed the button to release the bomb.
This was one of the more comfortable air raids he had ever experienced. The enemy did not have intensive anti-aircraft firepower or annoying interceptor fighter jets.
Everything was peaceful, as if their enemies were not prepared for war at all. But in fact, everyone knew that they had been fighting a war for thousands of years, and they still had no intention of ending this war.
Densely packed bombs scattered in the sky, falling into the devil's city like raindrops. At this time, the city's defense system finally started to work.
Several scattered fireballs flew into the sky, as if some high-level demons were using magic to attack the uninvited human guests above their heads. At the same time, a huge magic defense barrier slowly rose over the city.
rise.
Some bombs hit the rising magic defense barrier, just like rocks hitting the water, causing ripples. Then these bombs exploded, leaving this huge magic defense barrier incomplete and unable to be closed at all.
The remaining bombs fell from the gaps into the city, and then played their intended role in the streets and alleys. The earth trembled in the explosion, and the buildings collapsed under the shock wave. There were screams and cries everywhere.
It's flames and smoke.
The half-built war machine, which was as huge as a hill, disintegrated in the explosion, and its huge wheels crushed the demon workers standing nearby to death.
Without enough time to save their companions, these demons were crushed under the factory wall that also fell down, and the remaining people fled in all directions, like cockroaches who saw the light.
As if being beaten by a giant hammer, the entire city's defensive magic trembled and collapsed bit by bit. The tall city walls could not prevent the disaster from falling from the sky, and the magic tower hundreds of meters high was easily broken.
, as fragile as a corn stalk.
In each workshop, the storage rooms filled with various parts were engulfed in flames, and the various mass-produced long swords and axes were also buried under dust and rubble.
The simple shacks inhabited by civilians have become hotbeds for raging fires. Demons who have no fire protection awareness and no complete fire-extinguishing and disaster-resisting systems cannot even perform basic self-rescue in the face of man-made disasters.
Such a city can produce tens of thousands of swords, axes and other weapons every day, as well as hundreds of various magical war machines. The scale cannot be said to be small.
But in just ten minutes, all the production here was destroyed. This is the terrible thing about strategic bombing.
To restore production here, it will take at least a few months for the demons who do not have much background. But after a few months, it is still unknown whether this place still belongs to the demons.
The defense bell finally rang, and the demon civilians finally realized that the war was very close to them. Because of the lack of information, most people here did not know that humans had entered the demon world, and even more
Unexpectedly, the enemy's airport was less than 1,000 kilometers away from them.
"They don't even have a fighter plane. Where did they get the courage to start a war with us?" A bombardier removed his eyes from his sight and asked to himself.
"The devil knows what they are thinking, maybe they have no brains." On the intercom, a bored machine gunner answered the bombardier's soliloquy.
"The reason why they dare to declare war on us is because a thousand years ago, we had nothing like them." The captain gently adjusted his joystick to keep his plane in the same position as other planes.
