One Hundred and Seventy-Four, the Rest Come Back to Eat

"That's, what, what, what the hell?" In the sky, the Air Force fighter unit that had never given up the attack, an Air Force pilot drove his Mustang fighter jet, swept over the battlefield, and saw those huge figures. humanoid beast.

"Dive! Hit all the cannonballs on those guys!" His lead pilot also saw targets that were not within their common sense. So, whether it was out of curiosity or out of consideration for attack efficiency, he chose those giant beasts as his targets.

"Watch out for those fireballs! Avoid the ground fire! I'm left and right! Attack separately!" On the radio, the lead pilot reminded his wingman, and then began to descend.

With the increase in the number of double-headed demon dogs, attacking the ground is no longer a cost-free thing. A P-51 fighter jet was shot down by fireball just now, so everyone is very careful when launching attacks now. .

The two fighter jets swept across the battlefield one after the other. They shuttled among the giant beasts, drew a graceful S-shape, found a convenient angle to attack, and began pouring out their ammunition.

The 30mm caliber cannon exerted astonishing power, and the effect of hitting these behemoths was very obvious. Any target hit by the machine gun will soon collapse screaming.

"Hey! I hit it! Did you see it lying down? Hahaha!" The pilot of the wingman cheered loudly on the radio, causing the pilot of the lead plane to open his mouth and smile involuntarily.

Before the cheering of the wingman pilots was over, a huge iron piece spun into the wingman pilot's cockpit, cutting his P-51 fighter in half at once.

The plane disintegrated and exploded in the sky, spreading out with the huge iron piece, and blooming into a gorgeous fireworks.

"Damn it!" Making a huge evasive maneuver, the lead pilot used a circling to observe the nearby ground. He wanted to find the target who attacked them, and then reward them with all the remaining shells for afternoon tea.

"Can you hear me? Hank! Hank! Damn it! I didn't see your parachute! Hank! Hank!...Bastard!" He tapped his dashboard hard, and the pilot of the lead plane was annoyed The fighter turned his fighter around again, like a vulture patrolling the battlefield.

"Whoosh!" A huge rock flew into the sky, and this time the pilot of the lead plane saw something that was attacking him - it was a four-legged terrifying monster with an orangutan-like upper body, and it moved Slow but bigger in size, so powerful that he can grab the things around him and throw them into the sky!

"Go to hell!" Avoiding the huge rock, the pilot of the fighter jet muttered, then pressed down the joystick in his hand and let his plane dive towards the monster.

"Tutu! Tutu!" The machine gun fired the remaining shells, and the tracer bullets drew a straight line in the sky, directly piercing the huge four-legged monster. The cannonball hit the monster's torso, splashing a black mist of blood there.

The monster roared in pain, but staggered to his knees. The power of the 30mm caliber artillery shell is still quite terrifying. After the ammunition was exhausted, the pilot of the lead plane saw the monster spread out on the ground, and there was no sound.

He pressed the intercom and reported what he had seen: "Command! Command! I have seen many new demons that I have never seen before! They can attack planes! Be very careful when performing missions!"

Reminding allies of the different problems they see on the battlefield is also one of the things that must be done. Reminding friendly forces to pay attention to changes in the battlefield as soon as possible will help reduce casualties and enable better mission completion.

"Received! Received! You can go back!" The ground command center issued an order to return.

"Hank was shot down, I didn't see his parachute..." the lead pilot reported in a weeping voice.

"..." The radio was silent for a moment, and then continued to order: "Allow you to return to replenish ammunition and fuel... Done!"

"I'll return immediately! It's over!" After flying around again at high altitude, the pilot of the lead plane looked at the increasing number of demon dog troops on the ground, and reluctantly drove his plane and left the airspace.

On the ground, Vivian finally opened her eyes. She stood up from the ground, twisted her neck, and then looked at Master Hart embarrassedly: "Sorry, I just recovered for too long."

"It doesn't matter! How's your rest?" Putting down the telescope in his hand, and looking away from the battlefield, General Hart looked at Vivian and asked, "If it's not enough, we can still hold on. About half an hour."

"No need..." Vivian shook her head. She has recovered most of her state now. It can be said that since the outbreak of the war until now, she has not rested so well.

"I feel the breath of the devil, and the other party also has a powerful magician nearby! Let me deal with this tricky guy, and leave the defense to you, okay?" Vivian retracted her gaze from the battlefield , asked General Hart.

General Hart nodded, then shook his head again and said, "The bombing of the Air Force will start immediately. I think if possible, we will help you find that damn demon, and you will have time to shoot again."

Although the flank has been surrounded by demons, General Hart also has a flank reserve that can be used. He was not in a hurry to let Vivian join the battle to waste his magic power. He felt that it would be more meaningful to let the female magician take cover at a critical time.

Vivian was stunned when she heard Hart's suggestion, then nodded in agreement and said, "Okay, I'll wait for your news. To be honest, I never thought you could behave so well... Please Alan Hill The Empire came to help, probably the most correct choice we have made recently."

"Thank you for the compliment, by the way, are you hungry? We have canned food here, you can eat some first." General Hart said politely.

"..." Hearing the word "canned", Vivian was stunned for a moment, and then her eyes filled with happiness.

"What? You don't like it?" General Hart looked curiously at the silent female magician, wondering why the other party was silent.

"I...I like it." Vivian replied shyly, "That...that, do you have canned fish?"

"Hey! Who of you has canned fish! Throw a few over here!" General Hart turned his head and shouted to his staff and the radio tent.

Soon, like throwing a grenade, several cans were thrown over, creating an arc in the sky.

When Vivian opened a can and tasted the delicious fish inside, the large-scale bombing of Ailan Hill began again.

With the previous experience, this time Ailan Hill dispatched many more planes than the previous few times. There were almost 150 B-15 bombers in the sky to form the first bomber group, followed by a full 300 B-25 bombers after these B-17s.

The bombs carried by these planes can almost flatten the entire battlefield. Fortunately, Alan Hill had stockpiled some ammunition in Grecon before, otherwise the Air Force might have run out of ammunition by now.

"Boom!" "Boom!" One bomb after another exploded on the ground, kicking up patches of dirt and plumes of black smoke on the ground.

Wherever the bomber passed, hundreds of demon dogs were blown into the sky, cut into pieces, and blown into bloody corpses.

Compared with the explosion on the ground, the fireballs from those double-headed demon dogs were so poor that they could even be ignored.

Vivian didn't speak, just ate the canned fish in front of her mouth by mouth. She is also waiting, waiting to see how long the demon who is commanding this unit can endure.

On the battlefield in the distance, the air wave from the explosion spread and blew a demon dog. When the demon dog flew halfway, it was suddenly pinched by a thick palm.

The four-fingered palm exerted a little force, and the demon dog's head was crushed into pieces, turning into a pool of unmoving flesh.

With a slight flick of the stout palm, the body of the demon dog was thrown into the crater in the distance, and hit a pile of demon dog bodies that were killed by bombs.

"Heh...ah..." A strong man in armor and over 3 meters tall stood beside two double-headed demon dogs. He looked at the Alan Hill bomber passing by on the battlefield with cold and evil eyes. The fleshy wings of the huge bat behind the demon slowly opened, and a terrifying roar came out of his mouth: "Go on...forward!"

Behind him, more demon dogs rushed out. These not-so-intelligent creatures rushed forward regardless of life and death, as if this was the only way to vent the irrepressible desire for destruction in their hearts.

With his shout, he jumped up from the ground and shot straight into the sky. His hard skin and thick armor were like a cannonball, smashing a B-25 bomber in one fell swoop.

And this demon that flew to the sky, after crashing the bomber, didn't seem to be injured at all, and spread his wings in the sky, like a god of war descended to earth.

"Don't get dirty, I will continue to eat the rest when I come back!" Vivian told General Hart softly, putting down the canned fish in her hand.

Her feet rose into the air, her magic robe was dancing in the wind, like a beautiful lark: "Finally out! I found him! The battle will end soon, you just need to stay here! Don't worry! I Go and go back!"

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