Seven Hundred and Eleven We Have Nothing

The afternoons are often good, both for the attackers and the defenders of a war.

In the sky of the Demon Realm, hundreds of wild demon bats are circling for food. It is not a rare sight. These demons are not real bats. They are more used to showing their faces during the day and do not like to sneak around at night. Sui's rely on ultrasound to move.

Therefore, the reason why they are called devil bats is actually just because they look like large bats.

Of course, because of this, when the aborigines in the demon world saw countless black spots flying over their heads in the sky, their calmness was far beyond the imagination of the Airland Hill Air Force.

Even this ancient industrial city doesn't even have anything like an air defense siren. No one rang the big defensive bell, because the guards here knew that the nearest enemy situation was hundreds of kilometers away from them.

It's just that these demons don't know that the overwhelming black dots flying above their heads are actually carrying hundreds of tons of heavy bombs that symbolize death.

Inside the B-17 bomber that was turbulent in the airflow, the navigator saw the data displayed on his navigation device. He pressed the communicator and reported their position to the pilot: "We should already be in the sky above the target!"

"Yes! I saw it!" The pilot saw the smoky city on the ground in the distance through the glass window of the plane.

Chimneys that are taller than the Magic Tower look spectacular. Because buildings are generally tall, these chimneys have to be built higher to discharge the dense smoke to high altitudes where the air moves faster.

Compared with the border of Alan Hill, it looks more advanced here. At least there are dense smelters here, which are used to smelt all kinds of steel and build all kinds of huge war machines.

"Open the bomb bay!" The frontline commander in charge of directing the bombing issued a prelude order to start the attack. All the pilots turned on the bomb bay switches at hand.

As a result, the entire bomber fleet began to descend, and one after another, the b-17 bombers began to open the bomb bays in the abdomen, and the heavy bombs one after another were exposed to the turbulent airflow.

Sunlight shone in through the opening of the bomb bay, making the graffiti on each bomb clear. These bombs are filled with swear words to greet the relatives of the demons, which is obscene and shameless.

However, when these post-modern arts are concentrated to a certain extent, they do not emit a different kind of aesthetic feeling. These bomb bays swaying in the wind,

I am using a kind of cynicism to witness another kind of cynicism in this cruel war.

"Send them back to hell!" The bomber saw that the reticle of his sight was pressing on a huge chimney, and immediately pressed the bombing button.

This was a relatively comfortable air strike he had experienced. The enemy did not have intensive anti-aircraft fire or annoying interceptor fighters.

All was peaceful, as if their enemies were not prepared for war at all. But in fact, everyone knows that they have fought a war for thousands of years, and they still have no intention of ending this war.

Dense bombs scattered in the sky, falling into the devil's city like raindrops. At this time, finally the city's defense system began to work.

A few scattered fireballs flew into the sky, as if some advanced demons were using magic to attack these uninvited human beings above their heads. At the same time, a huge magical defense barrier slowly rose above the city.

Some bombs hit the raised magic defense barrier, as if a stone hit the water, splashing layers of ripples. Then these bombs exploded, leaving this huge magical defense barrier incomplete, and there was no way to seal it.

The remaining bombs fell from the gaps into the city, and then played their role in the streets and alleys. The ground trembled from the explosion, and buildings collapsed under the shock wave. There were screams and cries everywhere, flames and thick smoke everywhere.

The half-built war machine, which was as huge as a small hill, disintegrated in the explosion, and the huge wheels crushed and killed the demon workers who were on the side.

It was too late to save their companions, and these demons were crushed under the same fallen factory wall, and the rest of them fled in all directions, as if they were cockroaches that had seen the light.

As if being hit by a giant heavy hammer, the defensive magic of the entire city trembled and collapsed a little bit. The tall city walls can't prevent disasters from falling from the sky. The magic tower, which is hundreds of meters high, is easily broken in the middle, as fragile as a corn stalk.

In one workshop after another, the storage rooms full of various parts were engulfed in flames, and all kinds of long swords and axes that were mass-produced were also buried in dust and gravel.

The simple shacks where civilians live have become hotbeds for raging fires. Demons who have no awareness of fire protection and a complete fire fighting and disaster prevention system at all cannot even do basic self-rescue in the face of man-made disasters.

Such a city can produce tens of thousands of weapons such as long swords and axes every day, and can also produce hundreds of various magical war machines. The scale cannot be said to be small.

But in just ten minutes, all production here was destroyed. This is the horror of strategic bombing.

It will take at least a few months for the demon without much background to resume production here. But after a few months, whether this place still belongs to the devil or not is still unknown.

The bell of defense finally rang, and the devil's civilians finally realized that war was close at hand for them. Because of the lack of news, most people here don't know that humans have entered the demon world, let alone guess that the enemy's airport is less than 1,000 kilometers away from them.

"They don't even have a fighter jet. Where did they get the courage to fight us?" A bombardier removed his eyes from his sight and asked to himself.

"Ghost knows what they think, maybe they don't have a brain." In the intercom, a bored machine gunner answered the bombarder's soliloquy.

"The reason why they dare to declare war on us is because a thousand years ago, we had nothing like them." The captain gently adjusted his joystick, keeping his plane at the same level as other planes. flight path.