Five Hundred and Sixty Give or Not Give a Chance
At the same time, on the firing position of the magic cannon, above the concrete embankment with a thickness of several tens of meters, the operators of the magic cannon, or the artillerymen of the electromagnetic cannon, are busy nervously.
These complex and high-precision magic cannons are the pinnacle of human technology at present. While astonishingly powerful and devastating, they are also very delicate and ultra-high-tech weapons.
Such weapons are generally served by a large number of personnel, and even the operators are more like technical engineers than soldiers.
Sitting in front of a machine, the officer in a white coat and a pair of glasses looked like a professor at a military medical university. He flipped through the technical index comparison table, and ordered loudly: "The charging of the magic cannon starts! Reloading starts!"
"The calculation of the shooting correction has begun..." An officer sitting in front of the computer entered a series of commands with the keyboard, and the crackling sound of the keyboard followed.
Several officers sitting beside him tapped the keyboard together, input various calculation commands to the computer in front of them, and then recorded the feedback data in the corresponding data calculation model.
"The data is all normal! The calculation of the model is within the corresponding range!" Finally, the officer who summarized the results of many calculations came to the conclusion that the fire could continue.
After his conclusions were calculated, the four weeks became busier.
A voice yelled loudly, and reported the things he was responsible for to the launch coordination commander: "Adjust the launch barrel and correct the deformation of the shooting just now!"
"The replacement of the new electromagnetic guide rail has started! Everything is normal!" On the other side, the officer in charge of replacing the electromagnetic gun rail reported loudly.
In the process of reporting, the hoisting system over there was working in an orderly manner. The thick mechanical arm dismantled the huge guide rails one by one, and the guide rails that were still steaming were jingled and thrown on the ground. aside.
At the same time, the high-precision mechanical arm is hoisting a brand-new guide rail and installing it to the designated position-although this process takes several minutes or even ten minutes, compared with the huge power of the magic electromagnetic gun, such a wait But it's worth it.
"The temperature can be controlled!" An officer stared at the reading on the screen, followed by a loud report: "The surface temperature of the gun body is 41.2 degrees! The estimated temperature after the next gun fires may reach 55 degrees!"
His job is to keep an eye on the surface temperature of the weapon, so that these expensive giant artillery will not be damaged due to overheating.
"The data is within the normal range! There is no problem!" After comparing the form in his hand,
The officer in charge said with a normal expression.
The precision machining of Alan Hill has reached the point of perfection. With the help of the eighth-level mechanics of the dwarves and the assistance of high-precision robots, the failure rate of the magic railgun is actually very low.
It is precisely because of this that this weapon has become Alan Hill's new generation of artillery weapons, which makes the countless "God of War" equipped by Alan Hill show more ferocious fangs.
Standing in his command position, the chief officer in charge loudly issued an order to continue firing: "The second round of salvo is ready to start!"
"Start loading the projectile!" Hearing his order, the control officer here pressed the Enter key on the keyboard.
The second he presses the Enter key, the motors on the heavy robotic arm start spinning. Afterwards, the hydraulic rod also began to expand and contract, and the huge automatic loader started to work, pushing the cannonball, which was a circle larger than the table, into the middle of the electromagnetic track.
"The battery starts to charge!" With a voice of command, these powerful magic electromagnetic guns are getting ready to fire again little by little.
On the other side, in the headquarters, several staff officers moved some small light spots representing the devil's floating castle to the wall of the floating city of Macaxilo.
Then, one of the leading combat staff officers walked up to General Durando, stood at attention and saluted, and reported: "Looking down at the news sent back by AWACS No. 21, the demon's floating castle is blocking the target. They blocked Our shooting angle."
"Aren't you stupid... know how to use shields..." General Durando didn't know whether he was mocking his opponent for using only human shields, or really applauding the demon commander's decisive decision.
"If you want to use one demon floating city to cover another demon floating city, it may still be successful." The technical advisor of the science department sneered, threw the second apple core into the trash can, and said: "But now They want to use the floating castle as a shield...not qualified!"
"Did you hear that? Since the technical advisor said so, then immediately launch the second round of salvo when you are ready!" General Durando heard the confidence in the other party's words, and ordered.
After a pause, he seemed to remember something, and added: "Also, don't let them get close to our defense line... I suspect that they will use the crash method to die with our troops!"
This is not the first time that demons have done this. The demon forces in the south often engage in such shameless suicide attacks. Under normal circumstances, the demon's floating castle is found about 100 kilometers in front of the Alan Hill position. They must immediately send fighter jets to shoot them down, so as to prevent the other party from being destroyed.
Even so, on the southern front, humans regained most of the lost territory of the southern kingdom in one go, compressing the demon army in a very small area.
Prince Saroux is now at the end of the road. Although he is still stubbornly resisting, in fact, as early as a few months ago, he can only be regarded as lingering, waiting for rescue.
"The shells are loaded! Ready to launch!" Seeing that the status of all the magic cannons on the computer screen turned green, an officer spoke to report.
"The navy will launch the first round of salvo in one minute, and we will launch a new round of salvo at the same time!" The chief officer in charge ordered loudly.
The main guns on all the warships of the Elanhill North Sea Fleet on the south side of the Demon Fleet have been aimed at the Demon Navy Fleet. Bakarov ignored the targets flying in the sky, and he gave priority to his fleet to deal with the battleships full of demon soldiers.
"Boom!" With a blow that shook the ground, countless cannons fired suddenly, it was really a landslide. These shells began to span a long distance, and then began to dive along a parabola at a very high place, crashing into the distant demon battleship.
Almost at the same second, on the embankment position of Alan Hill, twenty magic electromagnetic guns also shot out dazzling light and fired a new row of shells.
The shells of the Magic Electromagnetic Cannon came later, and directly penetrated the demon floating castle in front of the demon floating city Macaxilo.
These unlucky floating castles survived the attack of these electromagnetic cannonballs that are hard to see with the naked eye, but with this powerful round of attack, these demon floating castles collapsed and shattered in the sky.
In just a moment, these demonic floating castles, which were originally heavily defended and could be attacked by magicians for several days without being damaged, shattered into pieces in the collapse.
Their power cores were easily pierced. Even though these power cores had been arranged in the safest position in the entire castle, they were still easily hit as if they were naked.
The shells of the Magic Electromagnetic Cannon easily penetrated these floating fortresses, and then hit the walls of Makasilo's floating city. After collapsing the walls and destroying many buildings behind, they barely stopped.
On the stopped electromagnetic artillery shells, traces of the magic defense barrier that had been vaporized long ago are still disappearing little by little, and the projectiles that have been deformed due to temperature are slowly cooling down in the ruins.
At this time, the projectile had already gasified to the size of a 500mm caliber shell due to the high temperature.
It was stuck in a pile of cracked walls, surrounded by terrible marks from burning. The surroundings that finally became quiet were full of demon soldiers who squeezed over to watch the excitement.
The same thing happened everywhere in Maccasilo, and those demon floating fortresses that stood in the way of Maccasilo have now fallen into the sea and disappeared without a trace.
20 shells from the magic electromagnetic gun, some shells hit a floating castle twice, and some directly passed the floating castle and hit the floating city behind the castle-in short, more than ten demons floated in the air in an instant The castle fell, and Macaxilo was hit several times, and explosions began to spread throughout the city.
Seeing with his own eyes that most of his huge air fleet was lost in this way, the face of the demon commander immediately turned a liver color.
He looked at the floating castle directly in front of him, and his naval fleet suffered a catastrophe just now. The salvo of the Alan Hill Navy just now sank more than a dozen ships of his fleet, which was also the loss of tens of thousands of landing troops...
It's not just because the demon floating castle crashed and hit many demon warships. Also because the Demon Fleet was bombarded by the Alan Hill North Sea Fleet, the flanks suffered heavy losses.
In this situation of being flanked, the demon commander realized that it would be very difficult for him to get on the beach controlled by humans, let alone win the battle.
Realizing this, the demon general finally let go of the burden of winning, embodying the viciousness of a demon commander.
I saw him clenched his fists tightly, and ordered to the black shadow beside him: "Let Makashiro enter the opponent's position as soon as possible!"
After hearing his order, everyone knows what he wants to do. As for whether he can succeed, it depends on whether Alan Hill will give him and the huge giant under his feet. The devil's floating city, Macaxilo, has this opportunity.
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There are two more tomorrow morning