Eight Hundred and Eighty-Four Transport Planes

A heavy C-17 transport plane is flying awkwardly in the sky. This plane is fully loaded with supplies, so the flying altitude is much lower.

It was flying slowly at a height near the clouds, and the crew members were a little tired staring at the distant land, controlling their own plane to fly as smoothly as possible.

There is no way for them to use autonomous driving because the world has not been fully mapped.

So in the Demon Realm, pilots can only rely on their own driving skills, not autopilot, to handle most of the flight time.

This can easily cause pilot fatigue and also affect flight safety. Last month, some pilots crashed into a mountain in the devil world because of fatigue driving.

Two pilots were killed, and the matter was sent to the Air Force High Command. General Butoria also held an emergency meeting and warned all the senior air force commanders under his command to pay special attention to the pilot's fatigue driving problem.

Despite this, many pilots still have to overfulfill many transportation and patrol tasks due to heavy tasks.

There is no way, because the reconnaissance satellites of the Demon Realm have not yet been completely covered, so the Air Force has to complete most of the reconnaissance tasks by itself.

Coupled with the advent of winter, ground transportation has become more difficult, and many front-line transportation tasks can only be transferred to the air force's transport aircraft unit.

If it weren't for the miraculous means of transportation like the floating transport ship, the air force would surely 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 here." Slightly shaking the joystick in front of him, the driver twisted his neck, then pressed the communicator switch on the collar, and opened his mouth to communicate: "Escort 332, Escort 332, this is You Paradise No. 3, this is Amusement Park No. 3!"

"I'm Escort 332, I'm 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 headset.

The pilot released the button on the communicator, looked out the porthole on his left, and saw the F-15 fighter jet flying on the side of his transport plane.

The fuselage of this F-15 fighter jet is full of auxiliary fuel tanks, and it has also undergone aerial refueling before. If fighter jets want to keep up with the range of C-17 transport aircraft,

Still a very difficult thing.

Then, he withdrew his gaze from the direction of the porthole, and the pilot of the transport plane pressed the switch of the communicator again, and said: "I have seen the target city, and the operation can begin."

"I'll climb some altitude...then the radar will turn on and monitor any suspicious targets nearby..." the F-15 fighter pilot replied immediately.

"Okay, I'm continuing to fly forward along the route they gave us..." After the pilot of the transport plane finished speaking, he pressed the intercom switch on the top of his head: "Open the hatch! Prepare to throw our cargo out !"

The stevedore, who had been waiting for orders in the slightly bumpy cargo hold, stood up from his folded position with his earphones on, and gave his two men a thumbs up: "Work! Guys!"

The other two stevedores also stood up. They checked the safety ropes on their bodies, and then began to check the supplies in the cargo hold in an orderly manner.

The lead loader went directly to the tail of the plane and pressed a switch on it.

The tail hatch of the C-17 transport plane began to slowly open, and a gust of cold air immediately poured into the cargo hold.

The stevedores, 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 thousands of meters.

"Three, two, one!" After a simple countdown, the stevedore who was guarding the door swung his arms, and his two men pushed dozens of boxes of goods fixed together out of the cargo hold.

Dozens of boxes of cargo that were fixed together suddenly rushed out of the cargo compartment of the plane, and immediately tumbled and fell in the sky.

A few seconds later, a small parachute suddenly bloomed on the pile of materials, and the pile of goods finally stopped rolling, and was pulled by the small parachute, stabilizing his body.

Then, this small umbrella dragged out more and bigger parachutes, and the three huge parachutes opened together, clustering and blooming all at once, like a bunch of beautiful white flowers.

"Material A has been delivered! Material B has started to be delivered!" Watching the materials leaving the fuselage open the parachute fixed above, the stevedore once again waved his arms.

"Wow..." Because there are rotatable pulleys underneath, the two loading and unloading soldiers easily pushed another pile of huge fixed boxes.

The pile of boxes was also ejected from the plane's cabin before tumbling and falling through the sky. Like the first pile of supplies, it also opened a small parachute, and after stabilizing its body, the main parachute also opened.

"Material C began to be released..." The same action was repeated again, and another pile of materials was slowly falling in the sky.

"Material D is starting to drop..." While pushing the materials in front of him, while repeating the number of the materials, the loader in charge of airdropping these materials muttered in a low voice: "I really didn't expect that we would do such a thing."

"Anyway, it's a task. Is there any difference between pushing the bomb down and pushing something else down?" Another loading and unloading soldier didn't think so, and said to his colleague.

"Here is the sky over the damn demon-occupied area! We are the transport crew...Damn it, if I knew, the transport troops would also perform this kind of mission, and I will go there." The two of them worked together to push the D material out After getting off the plane, the complaining loader continued to complain.

"Be content! You know that a month ago, the field airport on the front line was attacked by God's servants, and the ground crew participated in the battle. How many people died in the battle?" Another loader complained, and then motioned his companion to continue working.

They also have to push the rest of the supplies out of the plane, which is not an easy task. The cold wind kept beating on their faces. If they weren't wearing noise-canceling headphones, they wouldn't even be able to chat.

In the hunting wind, the two of them lost the interest to continue complaining, so they lowered their heads and pushed one after another huge and fixed materials out of the plane along the slide rails.

They kept busy, until the slender and spacious cargo compartment inside the plane was completely empty.