One Hundred and Seventy Is as Many as One Devil

"Are you saying those demons are the same as the ones drawn in the manual? Are they that ugly?" A paratrooper was brandishing a shovel and building mud on the front of the trench.

His companions were also digging the soil under their feet with tactical shovels, and beside them was a small river that did not look very wide.

They have tried the depth of the river before, and the deepest part is probably less than 2 meters deep. They found some shallow areas. It seems that the larger demon dog can directly cross the river.

Because of this, paratrooper commanders believed that they should deploy defenses along the entire river, rather than focusing on a few dangerous places to swim.

"I heard that the real thing is even uglier!" Another paratrooper slapped the earth wall built on the front with a shovel, and continued: "And it is written in the manual that the weapons in our hands can penetrate the skin of the opponent, and the lethality is enough."

"I don't believe what those technicians wrote. Only when I see it with my own eyes will I think it's true." The paratrooper who spoke first stopped, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said.

Not far behind the chatting paratroopers, Hart, the division commander in charge of commanding these paratroopers, looked at the map and complained to his several staff officers: "We have 3,000 people, and we are responsible for about 1.5 kilometers of defense front, and the pressure is already very great. ."

"Yeah, the ammunition is still sufficient. This is the only good news. In addition, because we are the only troops participating in the battle, the air force in the entire Greken area can provide support for us." A staff officer said.

Another staff officer nodded: "I just contacted the bomber unit, they have drawn up an attack plan, and the operation will be launched soon."

"This is really good news." General Hart nodded and continued to look at the map. "Our left flank doesn't look like it will be breached, because it's Gricken's defense over there, and the main threat to us is the right side. , where we can only defend by increasing the depth and width of the river..."

"Yeah, it's very unsafe. The mines we carry are limited, and most of them are placed in this direction." The first staff officer outlined a rough area on a simple map with his fingers and introduced.

"About 200 garrison troops have also been deployed in this direction. In addition, we have left almost half of the tanks near the right side." Another staff officer also said: "This is what we can draw out, the greatest power."

Hart nodded uneasily, then frowned and looked up at the sky. He heard the depressing sound of the engine, which is the inevitable sound when the air force is dispatched in groups.

Just when he looked up, all the paratroopers noticed the planes above their heads. Everyone stopped their work and looked at the friendly troops flying in formation curiously.

Those B-25 bombers, one next to the other, obscured the sky. Above these bombers, there are also formations of escort P-51 Mustang fighter jets.

The superposition of the two formations makes the entire fleet look more encrypted and airtight. Hart lowered his head and glanced at Vivian who was standing beside him, and asked, "Are you sure that no demons can go to the sky now?"

"I am very sure that an hour ago, I was still fighting these demons... The sky is relatively safe. They only have some double-headed demon dogs, and they can use some low-level magic to fire in the air." Vivian said firmly. .

She's not very used to using Ellen Hill's time unit of measure,

However, it has to be admitted that this is a very efficient and precise time system. Therefore, when talking with the Alan Hill troops, she will take the initiative to use the words hours and minutes, which are somewhat unfamiliar to Greken.

Hart nodded slightly, and then looked at the bomber group that had already flown into the distance. There were almost a full 200 bombers, and that was just to support their first batch of Air Force bombers.

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Above the sky, Airland Hill pilots flying bombers are checking their flight altitude. Their planes are full of super bombs for bombing, and some planes are even equipped with Airland Hill's mother of bombs. That is, a powerful cloud bomb.

In the air, the plane was slightly bumpy, and everyone was focused. After all, this was the first time they had fought against a demon they had never met before.

It can be seen that everyone is very nervous, but because there are a large number of fighter jets escorting overhead, this tension is still limited.

"Altitude 4000! According to the intelligence, we are about to come into contact with the target!" The navigator checked the map and the data provided by Grecon, and shouted to his comrades: "Pay attention to your feet! They may appear at any time! "

"Found the target! Found the target!" The pilot flying at the front shouted loudly to the navigator beside him: "Do you see your feet? Do you see the moving ground? Quickly drop the bomb!"

"Open the hatch! Open the hatch! Prepare to drop bombs!" Inside the radio, there was a loud noise, all the crew members were in a hurry, and countless shouts echoed in the earphones: "Drop height! Drop height! 2000 meters is enough. The opponent has no anti-aircraft fire!"

"Damn it! We don't need to aim at all! There are those damn demons everywhere!" A bombardier took his eyes off the sight and shouted to his comrades beside him: "Don't save bullets, fire!"

"Tudoo!" The 20mm caliber cannon mounted on the nose began to roar, and the tracers rushed to the ground and shot directly into the dense sea of ​​demon dogs. The demon dog began to flexibly evade these incoming ammunition.

However, there are some things they cannot avoid. Because above them, all the B-25 bombers have slowly opened their bomb bays.

"Bombing begins! Bombing begins!" In the radio, all the commanders were ordering the bombing, and all the bombardiers had already pressed the control switch to start the bombing.

"Crack!" "Crack!" With the sound of metal friction, one bomb next to another escaped from the B-25's bomb bay. The bombs were scattered in the airstream, eventually forming a straight line along the plane's flight path.

Because of the resistance, these bombs soon turned their heads down and smashed into the ocean of demon dogs.

The next second, the explosion begins. A huge flame exploded in the middle of the demon dog, and countless shrapnel flew through the flesh and blood.

The shock wave shattered the surrounding demon dogs at once, and before the demon dogs in the further distance had time to escape, they were smashed into a sieve by the bullet-like explosive fragments.

The explosions were one after the other, as if a blanket had been laid out in a sea of ​​demon dogs.

The most famous carpet bombing of World War II, Airland Hill's Air Force pilots accurately and effectively replicated the first battle against the Demon.

"Hit the target! I think it's a bit strange to shout like this, there are all targets below!" A bombardier looked at his comrades beside him and complained loudly.

As these bombers swept past the large army of demon dogs, the bodies of the demon dogs devoured by the explosion stretched for several kilometers, charred bomb craters and broken flesh and blood were everywhere, completely rendering the originally beautiful plain into a field of death.

"The attack worked! The attack worked! We're out of bombs! Let's go back now!" the commander of the bomber unit shouted over the radio.

"You can leave first! Leave the rest to us!" a determined voice replied on the radio channel of the P-51 Mustang fighter unit flying higher in the sky.

Immediately afterwards, after the bomber unit began to return, the P-51 Mustang fighter group over the battlefield had been alerted near the clouds, and began to dive side by side one by one, rushing towards the regrouped Devil Dog units.

"Fire! Fire! Break them up!" As one Mustang fighter dived after another, the second attack had begun.

The Mustang fighters equipped with large-caliber cannons began to roar, and the tracers of the 30-millimeter cannons carved bloody paths among the demon dogs.

"The amount of ammunition is too low! The ammunition is exhausted in one dive!" In the headset, a pilot complained loudly.

Although the power is ensured, the performance of the Mustang fighter modified by the lovely Lanhill is really not as good as the original version - because the 30mm caliber cannon on the wing is larger, it affects the roll performance of the aircraft and also affects the wings. fluid structure.

But the impact of flight performance is still a small matter. After all, there are not many things that can catch up with the P-51 fighter in the sky. However, the reduction in the amount of ammunition carried made the pilots a little depressed.

Their firepower is prepared for the Eternal Empire or Greken, and the goal of hitting the demon dog seems to be a bit overkill.

As the fighter jets dived and fired, the demon dogs on the ground began to chaotic again. They roared at the sky, but they didn't seem to have a good way to take the target above their heads.

However, they soon acted again, and began to rush to the small river called the Boer River in pieces.

It seems that they really can't use magic, and they can't attack targets in the sky.

Standing on the high ground and watching the continuous explosions in the distance, the giant wolf Boken looked at Vivian next to him in shock: "I can't see, those who have no magical atmosphere... mortal aircraft are still very powerful... …”

"Yeah, the key is... like those demons, there are enough of them..." Vivian stared at the constantly exploding distant places and breathed a sigh of relief.

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