1069 Closer Distance

With the sound of howling wind in my ears, standing on the flight deck of the sky battleship, the young pilots, dressed in all kinds of equipment, were standing in a row to listen to their missions.

Due to the needs of defense and security, the Sky Fleet hovers in the area controlled by the Alan Hill Empire most of the time.

Their functions are similar to front-line mobile airports, mobile super turrets, and the strongest mobile command center.

When they move to a suitable distance, the aircraft they carry can be put into the battlefield in batches.

Obviously, as the ground troops continued to advance, they were not too far away from Witthollands.

This distance is very subtle, so subtle that if they want, they can dispatch fighter jets to escort those huge b-52 bombers.

So, today, these pilots are holding their helmet sights and standing on the flight deck.

"Gentlemen! The task is very simple! Protect our bombers! Destroy all the enemy's things that can take off!" The commander looked at his subordinates and ordered solemnly.

"Of order!" A group of pilots stood at attention and saluted, and agreed with a look of disdain.

Don't blame them for underestimating the enemy, because in the past two months, they have rarely been able to find the opponent's air force to take off.

Those poor devil bats were shot down by long-range air-to-air missiles without even seeing each other.

And those once powerful magic dragons have the same fate. They can't stop any combat purpose of the Alan Hill Imperial Air Force.

If the demons on the ground worked hard and could still wipe out one or two soldiers of the Alan Hill Empire, then the battle in the sky completely made the demons despair.

This is a naked one-sided crushing: in the past 2 months, the loss ratio of the air force of the Alan Hill Empire to that of the demon air force was 48 to 2970!

This is really not an exaggeration at all. Together with the b-52 bomber that was accidentally shot down, the air force of the Irish Empire was shot down 48 planes and lost 31 pilots!

At the same time, the total number of demon dragons and demon fighters slaughtered, as well as senior demon officers with meat wings who were hit, was close to three thousand! This number does not even include the devil bats that make up the number...

What makes the devil even more ugly is that,

In the shooting down statistics of the Alan Hill Empire, the bombing results have not yet been counted. If the ground targets destroyed are calculated, the damage ratio may be increased by dozens or even hundreds of times!

Such a huge gap made the demons dare not take off their own air power to intercept the air force of the Alan Hill Empire.

Even if it is a symbolic take-off operation, the demons are unwilling to do it. If it hadn't been for the attack on Wittholans, maybe the demon's air force would not have been dispatched on such a large scale.

It's a pity that the devil's air force near Witthollands is already the last bit of the devil's air force.

This is the gap between the two sides, and this is the calmness and efficiency of high-tech warfare when crushing opponents!

After each received the combat order, the pilots of the Ireland Hill Empire held their helmets and ran to the ready-made fighter jets parked on the side of the runway.

Sharp AI-120 missiles hung under the wings of fighter jets waiting to take off, majestic and murderous!

Not far away, at the end of the sea of ​​clouds as soft as cotton wool, on the deck of another sky warship, teams of pilots had already run towards their planes.

On the tarmac, parked next to each other, are A-10 attack aircraft full of precision-guided bombs.

On the wings of every attack plane, there are golden eagles spewing out. These eagle emblems are shining in the sun, bright and deadly.

Since the distance between the two sides is enough for fighter jets to escort, the attack planes can take off to participate in the air strike.

With these attack aircraft, the bombing effect will be better and the results will be more abundant.

"We have no time to waste on the devil! His Majesty's order is to occupy the temple of the devil in the fastest time! Find the source of magic and catch him!" A general standing in the command room of the sky battleship bridge , looking at the attack plane taking off, said loudly to the officers behind him.

"You must have heard some other news, yes, I have heard it too. Since everyone knows that the empire will build a huge cosmic army in the future, the demons in front of us are just our stumbling blocks!" The general looked at the A-10 attack plane in the distance intently, and continued.

He said word by word, watching those attack planes disappear into the sky: "Facing stumbling blocks... Whoever wastes his time entangled with them is a big fool!"

"So, kick away these stumbling blocks!" He clenched his fists fiercely: "Long live His Majesty Chris!"

"Victory! Long live His Majesty Chris!" Behind him, all the officers raised their chins and chanted loudly.

Amidst their shouts, dark clouds enveloped their heads. It was a huge formation of b-52 bombers loaded with bombs.

This formation is huge to an unprecedented extent, because the third bombing fleet of the Alan Hill Empire against the demon Wittholans has assembled more than 900 bombers!

"The journey of the Alan Hill Empire is a sea of ​​stars! Soldiers! Go and destroy the enemies in front of you!" Chris's voice echoed in the radios of all the bomber formations: "Several years of war have made you conquer the magic continent Ahead is the temple of the devil! Go there and wash your war bodies! In this war, there will always be a civilization that perishes! But even if it perishes, it will never be Alan Hill! Alan Xi The people of Seoul! Will never be defeated!"

"My emperor! Long live His Majesty Chris!" On a b-52 bomber, in the turbulent airflow, the crew members shouted loudly.

"Long live the great emperor!" A group of young faces on another plane solemnly shouted.

"Within two months! Crush the demon world and capture the source of magic alive!" Chris's voice echoed passionately.

"Squeeze the demon world!" In the small cockpit, a pilot of an A-10 attack aircraft whispered.

Right above his formation, in the f-14 fighter jets next to each other, the pilots also firmly repeated this passionate slogan in Chris's voice: "Within two months! Devil world!"