A heavy C-17 transport plane was flying awkwardly in the sky. The plane was loaded with supplies, so its flying altitude was much lower.
It flew slowly at an altitude near the clouds. The crew members stared tiredly at the ground in the distance and controlled their aircraft to fly as smoothly as possible.
They have no way to use autonomous driving because the world hasn't been fully mapped yet.
Therefore, in the Demon World, pilots can only rely on their own driving skills, rather than automatic driving, to complete most of the flight time.
This can easily cause pilots to become fatigued, and also has an impact on flight safety. Last month, a pilot crashed into a demonic mountain due to fatigue while driving.
Two pilots were killed, and the matter was sent to the Air Force's high command. General Butolya also held an emergency meeting and warned all senior air force commanders under him to pay special attention to pilots' fatigue driving.
Despite this, due to the heavy workload, many pilots still have to complete many transportation and patrol tasks beyond their capacity.
There is no way, because the reconnaissance satellites of the Demon World are not yet fully covered, so the Air Force has to complete most of the reconnaissance missions by itself.
Coupled with the coming of winter, ground transportation begins to become difficult, and many frontline transportation tasks can only be transferred to the Air Force transport aircraft units.
If it weren't for the magical means of transportation such as aerial transport ships, the Air Force would be ten times busier than it is now.
"Ahead is the city designated by the devil..." Looking at the coordinates on the map, the co-pilot in charge pointed at the target on the horizon ahead and shouted to the pilot beside him.
"It looks like this is it." Shaking the joystick in front of him slightly, the pilot twisted his neck, then pressed the intercom switch on his collar, and spoke: "Escort 332, Escort 332, this is the cruise ship."
Amusement Park No. 3, this is Amusement Park No. 3!”
"I am Escort 332, I am Escort 332, everything is normal! There is no problem with our route, and there are no dangerous targets in the nearby airspace!" A steady voice came from the earphones.
The pilot released the button on the intercom, looked out the window on his left, and saw the F-15 fighter jet flying beside his transport plane.
This F-15 fighter jet has auxiliary fuel tanks hanging under the fuselage, and it has been refueled in the air before. It is still very difficult for the fighter jet to keep up with the range of the C-17 transport aircraft.
Then, he withdrew his gaze from the direction of the porthole. The pilot of the transport plane pressed the switch of the intercom again and said, "I have seen the target city, and the operation can begin."
"I will climb some altitude...and then turn on the radar to monitor all suspicious targets nearby..." the F-15 fighter pilot immediately replied.
"Okay, I'm continuing to fly forward along the route they gave us..." After the pilot of the transport plane finished speaking, he turned on the intercom switch above his head: "Open the door! Get ready to throw our cargo out.
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The loader, who had been waiting for orders in the slightly bumpy cargo hold, stood up from his folded position with his earphones on and gave a thumbs up to his two men: "It's done! Guys!"
The other two loaders also stood up. They checked the safety ropes on their bodies, and then began to inspect the materials in the cargo hold in an orderly manner.
The leading loader walked directly to the tail of the aircraft and pressed a switch on it.
The tail hatch of the C-17 transport aircraft began to slowly open, and a stream of cold air immediately poured into the cargo hold.
The loaders, who were already wearing very thick clothes, still felt the cold. After all, it was already winter here, and they were still working at an altitude of several thousand meters.
"Three, two, one!" After a simple countdown, the loader standing next to the hatch swung his arms, and his two men pushed dozens of boxes of goods fixed together out of the cargo hold.
The huge dozens of boxes of cargo that were fixed together suddenly rushed out of the cargo hold of the plane and immediately rolled and fell in the sky.
A few seconds later, a small parachute suddenly bloomed on top of the pile of supplies, and the pile of goods finally stopped rolling and was caught by the small parachute, stabilizing itself.
Then, this small parachute pulled out more and larger parachutes, and the three huge parachutes opened together, blooming all at once, like a bouquet of beautiful white flowers.
"The delivery of material A has been completed! The delivery of material B has begun!" Watching the material leaving the fuselage open the parachute fixed on it, the loader waved his arm again.
"Crash..." Because there were rotatable pulleys underneath, the two loaders easily pushed another stack of huge fixed boxes.
This pile of boxes was also exited from the cabin of the aircraft, and then rolled and fell in the sky. Like the first pile of supplies, it also opened a small parachute. After stabilizing its body, the main parachute also followed.
Open.
"C supplies begin to be released..." The same action was repeated again, and another pile of supplies slowly fell in the sky.
"D materials have begun to be dropped..." While pushing the materials in front of him and repeating the numbers of the materials, the loader and unloader responsible for airdropping these materials muttered in a low voice: "I really didn't expect that we would do such a thing."
"They are all tasks anyway. Is there any difference between pushing a bomb down and pushing something else down?" Another loader disagreed and said to his colleague.
"This is the sky above the damn demon-occupied area! We are a transport aircraft crew... Damn, if I had known, the transport troops would also perform this kind of mission, I would have gone to work on the ground." The two people worked together to push out the D supplies.
After getting off the plane, the complaining loader continued to complain.
"Be content! Do you know that a month ago, the field airport on the front line was attacked by God's Attendants, and how many ground crews were killed in the battle?" Another loader complained, and then motioned to his companions to continue working.
They also had to push the remaining supplies out of the plane, which was not an easy task. The cold wind kept beating on their faces, and they couldn't even chat without wearing noise-canceling headphones.
In the hunting wind, the two of them lost the interest to continue complaining, so they lowered their heads and pushed the huge, fixed supplies one after another out of the plane along the slide rails.
They kept busy until the long and spacious cargo hold in the aircraft was completely empty.
