Six Hundred and Seventy-Eight Set Sail

A Boeing 737 modified military aircraft is hovering on the edge of the demon-controlled land. At a higher place, two F-15 fighter jets have just received aerial refueling. They are responsible for protecting this expensive Boeing 737 aircraft, safely in the demon Perform missions on the fringes of areas controlled by the Force.

The Boeing 737 is responsible for dropping buoys on the nearby coastline, which can communicate back to nearby water patterns and determine where a large port is suitable.

Although it is not too far away from Angshire, it is still a very complicated matter to land in a demon-controlled area.

The landing plan is divided into two sets of plans, one is based on the naval fleet of Alan Hill, controlling the beach and defeating all the demon forces nearby, and establishing a huge landing field.

The other plan is easier, that is, the Dragon King Albert continues to open a new portal, this time near the land, so that Alan Hill's army can directly enter the Demon Realm.

Chris and his commanders are more inclined to implement the two plans together, building a stable landing field while opening a portal.

However, it is not without cost for the Dragon Emperor Albert to consume his magic power again - all decision makers of Alan Hill, including Chris, are more inclined to solve it by themselves without relying on external forces question.

Therefore, these expensive water mark detection planes were dispatched near the expected landing site and began to investigate various conditions there.

The navy believes that they can control any landing site and clear all demon naval fleets in the vicinity.

It's just that they need time to find a place suitable for landing, and a place where a port can be built after control.

The original plan was to find the port the demons had established, attack and occupy it. But this plan is a bit difficult, because it seems that the devil is on the coastline close to Angshire, and there is no ideal port city for the Alan Hill Navy to choose.

This is probably the most frustrating thing: you can capture any enemy city, but the enemy has no cities...

"The No. 3 buoy has been launched...the signal transmission is good...we seem to have found the desired port address." A sonar buoy operator looked at the stereo image on the computer and reported through the communicator.

"The place less than 100 kilometers away from here is an ideal landing beach. After the troops land, they can advance here within a day, and then start to build a port here." Beside him, another officer leaned comfortably on a chair Come on, speak.

Behind them, another group of people is comparing the maps that have been repeatedly investigated: "I saw a demon village nearby, and the coordinates have been marked on the map."

"That village...it doesn't seem to exist today." The leading officer took a pencil and drew a cross on the village, with a calm expression on his face.

Along the way, they have destroyed several similar villages, so they have become very numb to this kind of thing.

While they were talking, in the sky on the other side, twenty B-52 bombers loaded with conventional bombs roared past above the clouds.

These bombers responsible for attacking ground targets arrived at the sky above their targets at extremely fast speeds.

Immediately afterwards, the F-15 fighter jets covering these B-52 bombers broke away from the formation, climbed to a higher altitude, and searched the sky of the entire theater with radar.

And those B-52 bombers that flew to the target slowly opened the bomb bays under their belly.

Air flowed into the bomber's bomb bay, and the bombs inside were illuminated by sunlight pouring into the cabin.

In the next second, these genetic bombs, incendiary bombs, and cluster bombs, which were mixed together, were detached from the bomb hangers one by one in order.

Like a celestial maiden scattered flowers, bombs that were as dense as raindrops wobbled down in the sky. The time-delay fuze rotated rapidly in the wind, and along with the airflow, these bombs spread out little by little, covering a large area of ​​the sky.

On the ground, a group of demon dogs that were tearing up carrion raised their heads. They looked up to the sky and howled, as if they realized that the danger was coming.

In the originally quiet village, a seductive succubus pushed open the dilapidated door, frowning at the restless demon dog cubs in the distance.

She followed the gaze of the demon dog and looked up at the sky. At this time, the dull roar of the engine had overshadowed the sound of the distant waves and became clearer.

"Enemies... those are heretics!" At the door of another house, a demon woman with blue face and fangs who had seen the B-52 bomber above the white clouds pointed to the sky and shouted loudly.

Her men had been drafted away, and all that was left was this dilapidated little village, with a few old and sick. They rely on fishing for a living, and their productivity is basically in prehistoric times.

Now, they see the bomber soaring high, just as the native Africans look at the B-2 bomber with awe in their eyes.

"Boom!" In the open space in the distance, next to the two small boats towed ashore, the first bomb set off a pile of gravel.

Then, the next second, closer to the village, a gigantic explosion shattered the rock, instantly turning an off-shore reef into a gigantic crater.

Immediately afterwards, scattered cluster bombs flooded the entire village. The demonic woman who was still standing at the door was instantly engulfed in a sea of ​​flames.

Before turning around in time, the seductive succubus only saw a raindrop-shaped object land between her feet, and then set off a torrential rain of steel, eroding her slender body.

Her whole body, together with the house behind her, even the simple foundation of the house, and everything in the house, disappeared into this world together.

Moreover, she would not know that those bombs covered all the nearby open spaces and completely evaporated everything.

Those demon dogs ran in all directions, desperately trying to stay away from this terrible place. They ran desperately, but in the end they were all overwhelmed by the spreading flames.

Just a few seconds later, a burned demon dog limped along the edge of the burning flames. There was nothing left of the original poor seaside village.

Over its head, the B-52 bombers were returning, escorted by F-15 fighter jets to rejoin the formation. .

Soon these planes will merge with aerial refueling planes, and the targets they attack no longer exist in this world.

Angshire, the landing ship full of soldiers has already left the coast, and the fleet, which can't be seen at a glance, is pulling anchor and setting sail.