Six Hundred and Eighty-Three Is Not Normandy

In the woods, the demon soldier who was arranging his armor narrowed his eyes and raised his head to look at the sky above him. Through the lush foliage, he saw one B-52 bomber after another, flying overhead.

He dropped the shoulder armor in his hand, ran to the edge of the woods with his long sword in his hand, and then saw those B-52 bombers dropping cluster bombs into the dense woods behind him.

The dense explosions drowned out all sounds, and the tranquility at noon was suddenly broken. Without warning, the human attack started horribly.

"Then... that's where the main force of our Ten Thousand Squad is stationed...they, how would they know?" With his eyes wide open, he didn't know who he was questioning. This demon soldier had witnessed the destruction of his unit with his own eyes.

This kind of thing happened in countless places along the entire coastline on this peaceful noon.

The same question was asked to different people through different mouths: "They, how would they know that our troops are stationed there?"

The heavy bomber unit had just left, and plumes of black smoke were still rising from the entire forest. The remnants of the demon army who had escaped from the bombing had not had time to take a breath when hordes of attack aircraft troops came one after another.

The A-10 attack aircraft that took off from the sky battleship hovered in the sky, and then swooped down suddenly, pouring 30mm shells on the position of the demon army.

Those 30mm caliber anti-aircraft artillery positions, even though they were deployed on the edge of the forest and were carefully camouflaged, were still quickly greeted by precision-guided bombs and turned into piles of scrap copper and iron.

The demon giants equipped with heavy armor were hit by Tomahawk cruise missiles before they had time to line up. The shrapnel shredded the bodies of these poor giants, and the fire burned the souls of these poor giants.

The demon's defensive position, which was already sparse and airy, collapsed and shattered under such an attack.

The demon soldiers who lost their headquarters had to fight on their own. Before they could organize themselves, they were knocked apart by various missile bombs.

Chris's soul from another world maliciously named this alien landing "Overlord", but in fact this unprecedentedly large-scale landing operation is not Normandy in another world at all.

The Germans in Normandy still had at least their own solid Atlantic Wall, and at least one battalion was deployed on Omaha Beach.

At least they still have machine guns,

There are also 88 mm caliber anti-aircraft cannons, and a few pitiful howitzers supporting the entire defense line, as well as the instructors and the head of state youth division behind them as backing.

But at this moment, the demons deployed on the beach, they have nothing, they only have the long sword in their hands, and the fireball technique that can only fly to a height of 100 meters, to guard their defense line!

And it was the US military in the 21st century who attacked them. If you count the sky warships and electromagnetic guns, the troops of Alan Hill are even more terrifying than the Bald Eagle Empire on Earth!

When the thick smoke on the ground had not dissipated, and when the sound of explosions was still rising and falling, C-130 transport planes, densely packed like clouds, flew over the landing site.

On the way here, the paratrooper transport planes that had been refueled in the air slowly opened their wide hatches.

Because of the existence of a new type of weapon, the powered exoskeleton, there are some changes in the jumping steps of the paratroopers of Alan Hill.

They no longer jump out of the plane through the hatches on both sides, but jump out of the plane from the tail together, and then open their parachutes in the sky.

Blossoming parachutes bloomed in the sky like edelweiss, and the airborne paratroopers of Alan Hill began with great fanfare.

There is no fancy, and there is no fake target or anything like that. With the most domineering gesture, Alan Hill announced a message to the aborigines of the Demon Realm: We are here!

The noise of aircraft engines is the best drum of war, Navy Sidewinder gunships are everywhere, and rockets make white smoke trails under the feet of paratroopers.

The 406mm caliber cannon on the naval battleship was roaring, and the fortifications arranged by the demon troops on the beach were wiped out in the explosion, leaving only a black crater the size of half a football field.

The only floating fortress was falling with thick smoke, and the noisy TU-22M backfire bombers circled the crashed demon castle. Their supersonic anti-ship missiles knocked out the behemoth, and now it's a glorious moment for the supersonic bombers to celebrate their victory.

The landing, which was supposed to start two hours later, began almost at the same time as the airborne. All kinds of landing craft and hovercraft, which were almost connected in a straight line on the sea, were loaded with various weapons and equipment, and rushed towards the deserted beach.

Heidi Cannon, who was standing beside Bakarov, put down the binoculars in his hand, shook his head and prepared to leave: "I'd better go ashore with the second batch of landing troops, there are no enemies there at all..."

This Marshal of Miracle from Norma saw the elite battle force of Alan Hill launch an attack for the first time. Although he had learned everything before him with the magic ball of knowledge, he was still shocked.

What he saw could no longer be described by the word war, it was completely a different world version of armed tourism.

It is no exaggeration to say that even if a monkey is allowed to sit in his current position, this war will inevitably end in the victory of Alan Hill.

"The 1st Division of the Marine Corps will go ashore soon, and your armored forces will have enough landing ground immediately!" Bakarov proudly shouted to Heidi Canon's back.

"Forget it! The biggest danger in this battle is that when my tank goes ashore, don't press your soldiers' feet..." Heidi Cannon laughed at himself, and walked out of the bridge command center, which was as comfortable as an afternoon tea party .

The expected brutal landing battle did not happen at all, or the expected tragic landing battle itself was an illusion that a high-ranking official of the staff department thought up for himself to find things for his subordinates to do.

The entire fleet was almost venting their emotions on an open space, and then a group of sturdy soldiers with weapons rushed onto the beach full of bomb craters and smoke bombs.

Those who greeted them were elite paratroopers also wearing powered exoskeleton armor and holding large-caliber assault rifles in their hands.

Of course, the only thing they didn't see was the demonic troops stationed here, who were stubbornly resisting...