"Let those damn bastards appreciate the power of my magical origin! They will collapse in panic, and they won't even know what they have been through!" In the empty room, the disembodied voice of the magical origin swayed back and forth.
With his floating voice, many demon-controlled areas, some covered by dry branches and shrubs, were cleared by demon soldiers. They removed these hidden camouflages, revealing straight, long planes
track.
These field airports are the trump card that the devil has been building and preparing! At the end of the runway, covered by camouflage nets, huge planes next to each other have revealed their true colors.
It has straight wings and a slender fuselage, and is equipped with a variety of weapons.
The most important thing is that the wings of this aircraft are all hand-painted with golden eagle patterns, and even the colors used are the three-color camouflage camouflage used by Ireland Hill. The belly and under the wings are also the same.
Painted in camouflage sky blue.
All these huge planes have started their engines, and the planes are filled with imitation bombs. These bombs are equipped with magic crystals, and the power of the explosion has been greatly increased.
Yes, the Demon completely imitated the main bomber equipped by Alan Hill, a heavy-duty B-17 bomber that was huge and had a short range.
The B-17 bombers are really exactly the same. Not only do they have the same appearance, the engines are even the same. In order to support so many bombers, the Devil even built its own gasoline factory, using the technology stolen from the puppet empire to refine high-quality gasoline.
Pure aviation gasoline.
But even so, they were still unable to produce qualified aviation gasoline. In the end, they had to sacrifice some flight performance and barely allowed these aircraft to reach a level that could take off.
"A total of 1,000 human bombers! By the time they reacted, they could only watch their army being destroyed by bombs!" A demon confidently looked at the B-17 bomber taking off in front of him, and he said to
The origin of magic is very confident in its plan.
After all, these imitation bombers are equipped with Airan Hill's identification friend or foe system. This device will deceive Airan Hill's various detection devices and ultimately achieve the purpose of infiltration.
For the devil, the penetration of the God's Attendant troops into the enemy camp is just a prelude to creating chaos, and these bombers are the backbone to further increase the chaos!
As long as the plan succeeds, they can further create chaos, and then let the subsequent army of demon troops sweep across the human-occupied areas and annihilate all these humans.
After wiping out the human invasion force, they can counterattack the Magic Continent, using the personal combat advantages of the God's Servant to eat away at the enemy bit by bit, and ultimately reverse the war situation.
Of course, this is their plan. As for whether their plan can succeed, only God knows.
When one after another Demon B-17 camouflaged bombers took off and formed in the air, countless Demon troops on the ground were also advancing forward.
They want to take advantage of the chaos to join the battle and use their numerical advantage to crush the invading forces of the Magic Continent.
After the Battle of the Storm Islands, the Demon Army assembled such a large army for the first time, and this was almost their last army.
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On the Sky 1 floating battleship, the sergeant in charge of radar control stared at the screen, and then frowned.
He thought he had seen it wrong, or that there was something wrong with his screen. So he tapped the keyboard a few times, recalibrated his radar display, and found that his machine still displayed a surprising result.
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"Sir! You'd better come here and take a look at this!" He raised one of his arms, motioning for his commander to come over and take a look at the weird radar screen.
The officer on duty put down the tea cup in his hand, walked behind him, and saw the display on the radar: "This is...the radar reflection parameter of the B-17 bomber...returning?"
"I'm afraid not." The radar operation sergeant shook his head, with a half-smile expression on his face: "Take another look at this."
He pointed to the radar reflection icons of these "returning" bombers, which had a strange mark on them.
"They have identification friend or foe signals..." Looking at the red logo on the radar screen, the officer on duty had a wonderful expression: "Is it just last year's identification friend or foe signal?"
"Yes, sir." The noncommissioned officer cracked his lips and said, "If it's not that our air force has a brain problem, then..."
"Then the brains of these demons are filled with water." He grabbed the phone next to the radar operator's operation panel, and the officer on duty said with a smile: "Talk to the Air Force Liaison Officer... to verify your combat plan and confirm whether it has been used.
Expired IFF signal...Okay, I get it."
His expression became even more exciting, and he hung up the phone: "It seems that our air force commander's head is not filled with water... It's those damn devils who are making a joke. Let the air defense troops open fire, there is nothing to say."
"Got it!" The radar operator tapped the keyboard twice and then sent all the data.
Then, the entire Airan Hill field force was submerged in a sea of joy. Field anti-aircraft weapons raised their barrels or missile launchers one after another.
The fighter jets on duty in the sky, under the control of the pilots, rushed towards the direction of the enemy aircraft.
They haven't seen such a large-scale demon force air force for a long time, and this is a good day for them to improve their results.
"Today is a good day." Olanke drove his F-15 fighter jet and flew off the runway. Because it was equipped with a large number of aim-120 air-to-air missiles, his plane taxied for a long distance before it became heavy.
Flying into the air.
Soon, his wingman followed, and the two aircraft roared and began to climb. After a lot of effort, they raised their altitude to the 10,000-meter level specifically for interception.
"Yes, today is a good day." The wingman pilot nodded and agreed with the leader's words.
"Hurry up, we have to shoot down as many enemy planes as possible..." Olanke glanced at the computer's self-test missile status and said, "Whether you can become a super ace depends on this battle!"
Hearing these words, the expression on the wingman pilot's face lit up. He was also a veteran of shooting down many demon bats. This time... he really wanted to challenge the title that he once yearned for infinitely -
I will continue to update tomorrow. That’s it for today.