Six Hundred and Forty-Two Different Rules

"It's definitely not that the radar is broken." Staring at the LCD screen in front of him, the radar operator said very firmly.

Of course it's not that the radar is broken. Alan Hill has produced nearly 500 early warning aircraft of various types, and the radar display has only broken down 3 times so far.

These 3 times were still at the earliest time. There was a problem with the radar display that was just equipped to the troops. After that, this kind of problem almost never happened again.

"Certainly not... We have already applied for a reconnaissance plane to go directly to the reconnaissance. Now we have received an order to return and leave." The commander of the AWACS standing beside him said with a serious face.

They had just received the order to return, because in this direction, that is, south of Angshire, they found a dense army of demons heading north.

The enemy fleet is due south! This is the news they passed back to Angshire, and then a large B-52 reconnaissance plane performing patrol missions nearby was ordered to approach and investigate whether the demon fleet really existed.

"The scale of the enemy is so large that it is unimaginable... The radar is white, there are almost a thousand warships, and there is a huge floating city!" Angshaer, the special command vehicle of the imperial concubine Inside, an officer reported the latest investigation results to Vivian.

The entire Angshire has entered a state of first-level combat readiness, and the air defense forces of Alan Hill have also entered their defensive positions.

"There is no news about the approaching investigation, and we are waiting for relevant reports..." The commander raised his chin, and looked at the princess Vivienne who was sitting on the seat, and the elf queen Ander who was sitting next to the princess. Leah said.

Vivian rubbed her pretty, slender fingers over the patterned porcelain cup, feeling the warmth of the bitter tea inside: "Have you notified General Medias?"

"Report! It has been notified! He has already commanded the battle in the headquarters..." The officer immediately replied: "According to the order of General Medias, the nuclear bomb is ready! It can be launched."

The selection of the commander of the expeditionary force has always been a problem that has plagued the Alan Hill Empire. Many generals and even Marshal Wagron have personally requested to command the expeditionary force to fight in the Demon Realm.

Of course, Chris was unwilling to let the loyal Marshal Wagron take the risk himself, and the generals in charge of the elite army, Chris also didn't want to move easily.

What's more, the troops fighting in the demon world may not be able to launch large-scale offensive operations in the early stage, and they mainly focus on defense.

This made Chris think of the "Old Turtle" Medias who was the best at fighting defensive battles.

When it comes to defensive warfare, even Wilkes Modler and other famous generals seem to be inferior to this old noble general.

So, Chris transferred Medias to take over the Demon World Expeditionary Army and temporarily take charge of all the troops in the Demon World.

The old general lived up to expectations, and steadily occupied the entire Storm Islands, firmly controlled the Storm Seas, and established a stronghold for the expeditionary force.

Now, the demon's counterattack has finally started in full swing. After arriving in the demon world, Medias also dressed neatly for the first time, and stood in his command position with the long sword hanging from his waist that seemed to never leave him.

...

At the southernmost tip of the Sea of ​​Storms, right in front of the demon fleet that could not be seen at a glance, a B-52 reconnaissance plane crashed into the not-so-calm sea, dragging a long smoke.

In the sky, the pilot of the Airland Hill Air Force who parachuted looked desperately at the blood-red terrifying figure not far away from him.

Just now, when the horsepower was fully turned on, outside the cockpit of the B-52 reconnaissance plane hovering at an altitude of 10,000 meters, a terrifying figure in red armor and able to fly rapidly without wings appeared.

Wrong, she is not an iron man, she is the strongest existence of the demon clan, the demon king Erisia created by the source of magic.

She caught up with the reconnaissance plane that could only fly at subsonic speed with terrifying speed, and then broke through the magic defense barrier on the reconnaissance plane with both hands, tearing off the huge wing of the B-52 reconnaissance plane simply by force.

Then, the reconnaissance plane lost control and crashed on the route of the huge demon fleet, leaving only oil stains and debris on the sea surface.

"Master Demon King!" Several demon generals who came up flapped their wings and stopped behind Aresia, staring at the slowly descending parachutes with unkind eyes.

As long as Aresia gives an order, these demon generals can immediately rush forward and devour the soldiers hanging on the parachutes alive.

"The enemy has spotted us..." Irelia was suspended in the sky, looking at the slowly falling parachute not far in front of her with great interest, and ordered: "Let the fleet speed up!"

"These invaders from the magic continent..." A demon general pointed to the pilot and navigator of Alan Hill, ready to rush up and chop off the opponent's head.

"Bring it back! Make it complete!" Arecia thought about her words, and ordered: "Don't kill me, or get injured, let the succubus interrogate and see if I can find something useful."

"But my lord, before... between us... and the invaders from the Magic Continent... no prisoners..."

"I've changed the rules now! From now on, captured prisoners are not allowed to be disposed of at will! They must be under unified surveillance... Those who can be interrogated should be interrogated as clearly as possible!" Arecia scolded impatiently, and then turned to the buoy in the center of the fleet. The empty city of Sestos flies away.

The other demon generals looked at the scolded companion, smiled gloatingly, and turned to leave. Their speed is very fast, and they are only the size of small black dots in the blink of an eye.

One of the demon generals left behind stared at the Airanhill pilots who were about to fall into the sea with his long sword, and shouted loudly: "Take them back! Don't hurt them! This is from His Majesty the Demon King." Order!"

Following his order, those dragons who had been hovering around for a long time, coveting the dried bacon hanging under the parachute let out a low growl in frustration, and finally used their huge bodies to catch the dragons who were about to fall into the sea. in the enemy.

I don’t know if it’s unlucky or lucky, these Airanhill pilots fell on the dragon’s back full of scales and barbs. They were already shaking with fright. freaked out?

What's more, they all knew that before this, neither side had the habit of keeping prisoners! So their current identities are more like luncheon meat and other snacks, and the chance of survival is basically zero...