Six Hundred and Ninety-One Standards

"First of all, the most important point is to let the engineering troops establish the field airport as soon as possible. We only rely on the naval carrier aircraft and the fighter jets carried by the sky fleet. Our air force fighter jets are still too few." Medias said from the map The superior retracted his gaze, and ordered.

No one can direct the battle with a blind eye, and determine the terrain around him as much as possible, so that he can better allocate his troops and deploy the follow-up troops reasonably.

At the very least, he needs to know which direction the devil is in the nearby city, and where the focus of his troops' attack should be.

Blind advancement doesn't matter in the short term, but in the long run, it's still too passive.

"The planes that took off from the Sky Fleet are trying to find a way to find the follow-up Demon City. We have launched 3 satellites, but they are all satellites that maintain communication and information transmission..." the adjutant pointed to some other reports and said to Medias .

"Why are they all communication satellites?" Medias asked a little annoyed. If he now has three detection satellites in his hand, at least he can figure out the area in front of his house.

"I also asked this question, because we were not sure whether we could gain a firm foothold in the Demon Realm immediately, so all we prepared were satellites to support the combat. Besides, since the troops are scattered more and more, relying on communication rockets is not an option. , so communication satellites are still very important." The adjutant explained.

"Well, maintaining communication is indeed very important." Medias weighed it, and still felt that it was more important for him to be able to maintain communication and control every unit.

So he stopped mentioning the matter of reconnaissance satellites, changed the subject and continued to ask: "How is the result of the reconnaissance?"

"The condition of the roads in the Devil Realm is mediocre. Except for some major roads, the reconnaissance plane has no way to reverse the investigation along the railway and other ground reference objects, so we only found one devil city for the time being." The adjutant hurriedly replied: "This city The coordinates are still being calculated, and it is estimated that within a day, the precise geographical coordinates can be obtained, which is enough to guide the nuclear bomb to attack." The fastest update mobile terminal::

"Don't use nuclear weapons to attack... then dismantle it, I think it's a bit too wasteful." Medias supported his chin and said, "Where is it probably?"

"Probably at this location." The adjutant picked up the pencil on the side, clicked on the blank edge of the map, and roughly marked a location.

"Immediately send a telegram to Marshal Wagron and submit my opinion to him." Medias looked at the location of the city and ordered to his adjutant: "Don't use nuclear weapons to attack the devil's city for the time being, otherwise it will It will have a negative impact on our subsequent occupation.

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"Then...do you want to cancel the air force's bombing?" the adjutant asked softly.

"Bombing? There is no need to cancel the bombing, just ask them to reduce the use of cluster bombs and not cause trouble for our ground troops." Medias waved his hand and replied. Fastest update PC::/

He is not a good man and a believer, so naturally he does not have the slightest sympathy for demons. He just didn't want his troops to frequently encounter rotting and smelly cemeteries full of corpses in the process of advancing, which would affect the combat mood of the troops.

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Wagron was leaning on his own seat, also looking at the demonic city destroyed by the nuclear bomb. He also felt that these pictures were too disgusting, but he also didn't arouse any flood of sympathy.

Hatred is something that naturally needs revenge to vent. Since the demons have committed horrific massacres on the Magic Continent, it's no wonder that others responded with bloodier and crueler methods.

I would like to mention a hundred thousand tigers and wolves brigade, and the poems such as leaping horses and swords into Tokyo, the good thing is that they can use the simplest words to describe the most exciting artistic conception.

The focus is on "tiger and wolf", on "jumping horse", and on "raising the knife"! These few words accurately show the author's attitude, showing the pleasure in killing.

The current Wagron naturally hopes that his troops will become the real tiger and wolf division.

As for whether it is justice or not, what is morality, these are not things he needs to consider. All he had to consider was His Majesty's opinion, because in his opinion, His Majesty's opinion truly represented the attitude of the entire empire.

"Marshal! The fleet's turn has been completed! It is advancing at the slowest cruising speed!" The adjutant stood a few steps away from Wagron, looked at Wagron sitting at the head, and reported loudly, standing at attention and saluting.

A few minutes ago, Wagron ordered the fleet to turn around. The 15 floating warships of the entire sky fleet slowly turned around in the sky, and aimed their bows in the direction of the demon city.

"Reload all electromagnetic guns...ready to attack..." Wagron flicked lightly on the tablet, put away those horrible photos, and ordered firmly in a thick voice.

"Reload the electromagnetic gun!" The weapon operator stood on his position with his hands behind his back, and repeated the command of the marshal loudly with his chin raised.

In front of him, several officers sitting in front of the console gave the same order almost at the same time.

The huge mechanical arm suddenly started to move, grabbing the electromagnetic cannonball pushed to the position by the elevator to the corresponding position, and then the entire gun chamber was closed, and the sealing device sprayed white gas to all sides.

On the outside of the battleship, the turrets of the magic electromagnetic guns suddenly seemed to come to life, and they pointed more energetically to where they were aiming.

On the deck of the battleship directly above, the red safety indicator light began to flash, and the safety prompt to notify personnel to evade was played repeatedly.

The hatches were closed tightly one by one, and a row of battleships were slightly staggered from each other, forming a slanted "one" formation.

In the next second, after an order from the weapons officer, dozens of magic cannons on the entire battleship suddenly burst into light, and a row of shells that rushed like thunder disappeared at the end of the sky in an instant. .

"The first shelling is over!" Seeing the feedback information on the computer screen, the commander reported loudly. Along with the airtight cabin, the sealing device began to release the pressure, and the mechanical arm moved flexibly to install the brand new electromagnetic track to the predetermined position.

"Very good, prepare for the second round of bombardment." Wagron ordered blankly: "Stop after the third round of bombardment, and let the reconnaissance plane report back the effects of the bombardment."

"Obey! Loading begins!" The weapon control officer who received the order turned around in a standard manner, with his head held high to convey the fleet commander's request. Everything, like a machine, is standard and precise.