One Thousand and Eighty-Seven Endless

(Author's note: The reason why I left it at the front this time is because some readers pointed out a BUG in transition and signal transmission. Dragon Spirit changed chapters 1084 and 1085, modified the BUG, ​​and apologize to everyone here. Interstellar chapter It is also the first time for Long Ling to come into contact with it. When setting up, it is still a bit out of order and not rigorous enough. Long Ling will improve these settings bit by bit. Don’t worry. In addition, this update, I respect this thoughtful Reader!)

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"Do they think that they can create a storm near Whithorn, affect navigation, use space magic defense barriers... there is nothing we can do?" Medias raised his eyebrows and asked the chief of staff beside him. road.

"This...the news from the Air Force is that they can't risk the lives of the pilots." The chief of staff replied with some embarrassment: "Recently, personnel transfers have been too frequent, so the command of each service is very chaotic. There is no way."

There is really no way, because of the establishment of the Space Army, a large number of high-tech personnel have been transferred from the army, and many departments and even work have been affected to a certain extent.

The most severely affected are actually the Air Force and the Navy. Because the command forms are similar and the combat missions are similar, the Navy has the most personnel transferred, followed by the Air Force pilots.

After all, Air Force pilots have the shadow of astronauts both in terms of quality and technology. With a little training, you can be a decent astronaut.

What is even more depressing is that in order to fill the lack of commanders of the Space Force as soon as possible, both the Air Force and the Navy have been transferred to leave some of the best commanders. Their departure has affected both forces to a certain extent.

On this basis, the Air Force Command, which is full of people, is bureaucratic and slow in handling the loss of three B-52 bombers in this Air Force bombing.

In short, everyone didn't want to make trouble at this pass, so the plan to send bombers to continue bombing Witthollands was shelved, and no one wanted to mention it.

You know, even in the rich and powerful Air Force, losing three B-52 bombers in one day is not a small matter. Space Force to go? In case one is accidentally left in the air force, it will be bloody bad luck.

Don't you see, the navy has been placed under the unified command of the army because Genesis was promoted to the marshal? Will the air force become a combat force under the army one day? Isn't it a flea on the monk's head? It's an obvious thing...

Even the general of the air force, the commander-in-chief of the air force, Butoria, is waiting for his transfer order, let alone the generals of other departments.

Thus, for two days in a row, the Air Force baited High Command with loss investigations and lack of reason to continue bombing.

After all, judging from the bombing assessment report provided by the reconnaissance satellite, the first two bombings did indeed have an effect. The demon's industrial area was almost completely destroyed, and there was no point in continuing the bombing.

Of course, it is not a reason or an excuse to stop the bombing, because the order given by His Majesty the Emperor of the Alan Hill Empire is: "Raze the Whithorns to the ground!"

"Do you think that the current Withorlands...is flat land?" Medias asked this question as he looked at his chief of staff.

"Of course...of course not." The chief of staff recalled the battered ground and ruins in the satellite photos, thought about his words, and replied.

Whether it is for him personally or for the entire army, His Majesty's orders are above all else. Since what His Majesty wants is flat land, there can only be flat land!

"Then let's make it a flat land!" Medias stood up and patted the chief of staff on the shoulder: "Who made you think that we can only rely on the Air Force?"

Who made you naively think that we can only rely on the Air Force? The question swirled in the chief of staff's mind,

Writhing, until Medias left the room, he still hadn't recovered.

Just as he was standing there in a daze, ballistic missiles were slowly erected one after another at the missile launch site of the Irish Empire Army amidst the sound of sirens.

Each of these 20-meter-long missiles can carry a powerful warhead that can destroy an entire castle.

Although it cannot be replaced with the most suitable nuclear warhead, the number of ballistic missiles accumulated by the Alan Hill Empire over the years is definitely quite a lot.

These sharp towers erected slowly on the field until they stopped vertically pointing to the sky.

On the missile site preparing to launch, launch inspectors and soldiers neatly lined up and ran away from the launch site.

The ignition device of the missile began to emit wisps of white smoke. On the distant hillside road, there were soldiers of the Alan Hill Empire advancing densely on the way forward.

"This is a great gift from us to the source of magic. I don't know if he is willing to accept it!" A soldier stared at the self-test data of the missile's internal sensor on the computer screen and said with a smile on his face.

War is an easy task for missile troops like them, especially when the enemy has no missile troops.

They can organize and deploy calmly behind the distant front, and then launch deadly attacks on the enemy easily and safely.

In their eyes, there is no blood and cruelty in war, only the romance of men—the romance of killing the enemy!

The launcher sitting next to him opened the transparent insurance cover, revealing the red launch button inside: "I don't know, it's just that we don't return the product."

Holding the handset, the launch commander who heard the launch order ordered at this time: "Send them to death! Who told him to mess with us Alan Hill! Missile launch!"

"That's right! Who told him to offend us at Alan Hill!" The launcher grinned and pressed the launch button of the missile.

"Boom!" A missile soared into the sky, and the huge impact scattered the surrounding dust. Dust is everywhere, and clusters of brown-yellow gas are accompanied by the rise of the missile, rushing to the high sky.

A second later, such a smoke column became two, and another missile was also climbing, bringing with it a billowing thick brown smoke that rose quickly and slightly curved.

Then, one missile after another was launched into the sky, and the missile positions of the entire Elland Hill Empire were flooded by billowing columns of smoke.

Farther away, the same plumes of smoke shot straight into the sky one after another, as if countless fangs grew on the horizon.

The deafening roar of the rocket engine even drowned out the sound of the advancing ground troop car engines.

Countless infantrymen stopped and looked at the spectacular scene in front of them. It was rare to see hundreds of ballistic missiles firing at the enemy, which was enough to make them brag and talk for a long time.

As for the origin of magic, he still doesn't know it yet. Human beings seem to have new tricks... Moreover, it seems that these new tricks are emerging one after another...

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