Five Hundred and Fifty-Eight Lines of Shooting in the Era of Electromagnetic Guns

"These human things are really disgusting..." Looking at the hit city wall not far away, the demon commander complained with an ugly face.

He saw these powerful attack methods with his own eyes, and also felt the strength of the human army.

Just a few hours ago, the warships that the demon navy fleet went south to block the human fleet had all been sunk by the human navy.

It's incredible to think about it, but there are hundreds of powerful steel warships! Equipped with such a powerful weapon as the Magic Cannon on both sides, how could it be possible for it to sink for only a few hours?

You must know that the real mission of these demon fleets going south is to destroy the human fleet that went north to intercept the landing of the demon fleet.

In other words, not only did these demon warships fail to complete their missions, but they were all lost!

After learning that the huge fleet had been destroyed, the demon general knew that there was not much time left for him...

He had to take down Ferry City before the huge and powerful human fleet went north to attack him—otherwise, his fleet, his floating city, might all be destroyed at sea!

However, he could not retreat, because he knew that at the speed of his army, there was no difference between his retreat and suicide.

Now if he wants to retreat, his floating city and fleet can only go north, but when he goes north, the human fleet will chase after him-soon his troops will be overtaken , and was wiped out in the icy sea water.

It seems very unwise for the demons to increase their troops on the endless sea. After losing the control of the air and the sea, still launching a decisive battle with the enemy at sea, no matter how you look at it, it is an act of mental retardation.

But it happened, and complaining now won't help. Therefore, as the frontline commander of the devil, surviving to attack Ferry City became his only way out.

"Let the dragon and the bat go first! I want to see if those mortal weapons can stop hundreds of flying demons!" He snorted coldly, as if applauding his decision: " Let the fleet follow up! Prepare to land!"

"When we occupy this country, arrest these technicians and use them for us! Remember! They are important technicians! Don't hurt them casually!" With his hands clasped on his chest, the demon commander who looked very strong The official ordered coldly.

In contrast, in the air defense command center of Alan Hill,

A group of young people are typing various orders with the keyboard quickly. They input the coordinate signals from the radar into the computer, and then issue reasonable combat orders to all the troops participating in the battle.

Standing behind them are several combat commanders and staff members. They use the remote control in their hands to point and point at the huge projector. Someone uses computer programming to mark the enemy's movements on the map, and there is even an approximate map next to them. altitude coordinates.

"The enemy's air force is moving straight ahead. It's no different from a group of fools." An officer circled the map projection with a laser pointer in his hand, and turned to Du who was standing in front of him. General Lando introduced.

"Their flanks have been exposed. The four F-16 fighter jets that took off to patrol before are heading in this direction. They can immediately attack the demon troops." The dispatch commander told Durando about the flank attack arrangement: "But it's a pity that these patrol fighters are equipped with air-control patrol weapons. The ai-120 air-to-air missiles may not cause fatal damage to the devil's floating castle."

"Let them fight on the flanks to interfere with the judgment of the demon army. Let the opponent take into account some of their own side, and dare not put all the troops on the frontal battlefield!" General Durando ordered.

Just 3 seconds later, an order from the Supreme Command appeared on the f-16 fighter pilot's helmet display.

The pilot of the f-16 fighter jet confirmed to the wingman pilot behind him through the radio communicator: "We received the order, and the headquarters ordered us to fire immediately..."

While repeating the order to his wingman, he flipped the launch button safety on the fly-by-wire control stick of the aircraft with his right thumb.

The computer has helped him choose the type of missile to launch, and the two long-range ai-120 missiles have been disarmed, self-inspection completed, and they are completely ready to be activated.

After everything was ready, the pilot calmly gave the order to fire: "All ai-120 missiles, launch!"

The AI-120 missiles mounted under the wings of the four F-16 fighter jets were all launched. A total of eight over-the-horizon air-to-air missiles flew towards distant targets like eight off-string arrows.

At the same time, the four patrolling f-16 fighter jets also began to turn, deviating from the original route.

These new AI-120 missiles already have the ability to ignore after launch. After launch, they can hit small targets 100 kilometers away without requiring the aircraft to keep irradiating them with radar.

This time they aimed at a demon floating castle that was as big as a mountain peak on the radar screen, so the locking distance could even be extended to more than 120 kilometers.

It's not that the radar can't make these missiles fly farther, but that the missiles carry insufficient propellant, and they can only hit so far.

As these missiles were launched, on the sea farther away, on the bridge of the nuclear-powered battleship Beningan, the flagship of the Northern Fleet, who had already assembled at sea, Vice Admiral Bakarov of the Airan Hill, put himself on the bridge. The teacups are placed on the simple folding table.

His position is the seat specially prepared for the commander-in-chief on the battleship. In the center of the bridge, there are computer equipment and advanced LCD screen monitors.

At this moment, Bakarov was sitting in his seat, feeling that he had changed from the consul of a magic empire to the commander of the Alan Hill Navy Fleet.

When the adjutant handed the telegram to him, he struggled out of his memories.

"Is it our turn to play?" He glanced at the contents of the telegram, and the expression on his face became richer: "Order the fleet to speed up to sail north, and bite the opponent's tail at the predetermined location."

"Keep a distance from the opponent! Keep it within a kilometer..." He ordered, and then he heard the helmsman and the communications officer repeating his order loudly, and then the entire fleet started to speed up.

The huge and sharp bow cut the sea, and one after another the huge warships soared to their highest speed. These cutting-edge battleships took the lead and rushed towards the demon army not far away.

At the same time, the huge artillery on the battleship began to turn a little bit, and the huge triple-mounted turret pointed the muzzle of the 406mm caliber cannon towards the direction of the demon army in the distance.

The huge semi-automatic loading machine started to work, pushing powerful shells one by one into the rifled barrel of the artillery, and then packs of white propellant were loaded into the barrel behind the shells.

A battleship weighing 1,000 tons with just a turret, such a huge war machine rarely seen in human history, just showed its ferocious fangs.

Similarly, on the human position, the soldiers of Alan Hill were not idle. A group of engineering soldiers in white isolation suits, holding cables as thick as arms, plugged half of the city's electricity output into a huge capacitor behind the embankment.

And directly above this huge electrical equipment are rows of cables, and further in front of the cables is an electromagnetic gun of the same type installed on a sky battleship installed on the base of the embankment.

Farther away, a longer cable is connected to another electromagnetic gun of the same model. These electromagnetic guns are ready and ready to be fired at the target at any time.

"Turn off the power!" In the city, an officer put down the stopwatch in his hand, looked at the engineer standing next to the power center, nodded slightly and said: "Cut off all the power within 3 blocks! Transfer all to Preset position No. 1 and go up."

"Understood." The engineer nodded slightly, then pressed a few switches in front of him, and at the same time turned on a few switches that hadn't been lit since the building was built here.

Amidst the buzzing sound, the lights that had hardly been extinguished since the last battle of Ferry City were dimmed in several areas.

And the electricity that was enough to illuminate dozens of cities in the past was sent to the embankment, and those built and installed on the fort of the embankment were used as the power storage device of the new coastal defense gun, the Elan Hill Magic Road Electromagnetic Gun. Inside.

"The temperature is rising! The power is stable..." The engineer in charge of delivering power to all the electromagnetic guns looked at the rising numbers on the computer screen and shouted loudly to everyone behind him.

Hearing his shout, in the corner of the underground bunker, an officer grabbed the phone next to him and reported with his chin raised: "Ready, you can start shelling anytime!"

"Lock on the largest target! Use the largest caliber electromagnetic shell..." General Durando on the phone side grabbed the phone receiver, and after hearing the report from his subordinates, he ordered: "Fire when you are ready! Don't wait for me ordered..."

"Understood!" The officer hung up the phone, then nodded slightly to several officers around him: "Aim at the target, and fire immediately after approval!"

"Maximum power output... five, four, three..." The commander in charge of the countdown spoke into the microphone, reminding everyone present in a calm tone.

"The status of the electromagnetic orbit is stable..." Another technical officer shouted, looking at the equipment status monitoring readings on the computer.

"Two, one! Launch!" Without the slightest pause, the countdown officer saw on the computer screen that the beam of light representing electric energy was instantly released.

At the same time, he heard a muffled sound, and the 20 magic electromagnetic guns on the embankment fired a dense row of shells at the demon troops.

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Sorry for delaying today's update until tomorrow.