Seven Hundred and Sixty-Three Titles

"Let those damn bastards appreciate the power of my magic source! They will be defeated in panic, and they don't even know what they have experienced!" In the empty room, the illusory voice of the magic source swayed back and forth.

With his wandering voice, many demon-controlled areas, some covered with dry branches and bushes, were cleared out by demon soldiers. They removed the concealed camouflage to reveal a straight, long airstrip.

These field airports are the trump cards that the devil has been building and preparing! At the end of the runway, where the camouflage netting covered it, huge planes were already showing their true colors one after the other.

The straight wings and slender fuselage are equipped with all kinds of weapons.

The most important thing is that the wings of this aircraft are all hand-painted with golden eagle patterns, and even the colors used are the three-color camouflage camouflage that Alan Hill once used. The belly and under the wings are also painted in camouflaged sky blue.

All these huge planes have already started their engines, and the planes are filled with imitation bombs. These bombs are equipped with magic crystals, and the power of the explosion has been greatly improved.

Yes, the Devil completely imitated the main bomber equipped by Alan Hill, a heavy B-17 bomber with a huge body and a short range.

It is really exactly the same B-17 bomber, not only the shape is the same, the engine is even the same. In order to support so many bombers, the devil even built its own gasoline factory, using the technology stolen by the puppet empire to refine high-quality pure aviation gasoline.

But even so, they were still unable to produce qualified aviation gasoline, and in the end they could only sacrifice some flight performance, barely allowing these aircraft to reach a level that could take off.

"A total of 1,000 human bombers! When they react, they can only watch their army be destroyed by bombs!" A demon confidently looked at the B-17 bomber that was taxiing and taking off in front of him. The plan of the origin of magic is very confident.

After all, these imitated bombers are equipped with Alan Hill's identification friend or foe system. This device will deceive Alan Hill's various detection devices, and finally achieve the purpose of sneaking.

For the demons, the penetration of the God Servant troops into the enemy camp is just a prelude to creating chaos, and these bombers are the ones who will further increase the chaos!

As long as the plan is successful, they can further create chaos, and then allow the follow-up army of demon troops to sweep across the human-occupied area and wipe out all these humans.

After wiping out the human invading forces,

They can counterattack the Magic Continent, take advantage of the individual combat advantages of the servants of the gods, nibble away at the enemy little by little, and finally turn the tide of the war.

Of course, this is their plan. As for whether their plan will succeed, only God knows.

When demon B-17 camouflage bombers took off one after another and formed in the air, countless demon troops on the ground were also advancing.

They want to take advantage of the chaos to join the battle, and use their numerical superiority to crush the invading troops of the Magic Continent.

After the Battle of the Storm Isles, the demon army assembled such a large army for the first time, and this was almost their last army.

...

On Sky 1 floating battleship, the noncommissioned officer in charge of radar control stared at the screen, then frowned.

He thought he was reading it wrong, or he thought there was something wrong with his screen. So he tapped the keyboard a few times, recalibrated his radar display, and found that his machine still showed a result that surprised him.

"Sir! You'd better come over and look at this!" He raised one of his arms, motioning for his superior to come over and look at the weird radar screen.

The officer on duty put down the teacup in his hand, walked behind him, and saw the display on the radar: "This is...the radar reflection parameters of the B-17 bomber...returning?"

"I'm afraid not." The radar operation sergeant shook his head, with a faint smile on his face: "Look at this again."

He pointed to the radar reflection icons of these "returning" bombers, which had a strange marking on them.

"They have a friend-or-foe identification signal..." Looking at the red mark on the radar screen, the officer on duty also had a wonderful expression: "It's just the identification friend-or-foe signal from last year?"

"Yes, sir." The non-commissioned officer opened the corner of his mouth and said, "If our Air Force's brain isn't flooded, it's..."

"That's why the brains of these demons are flooded." Grabbing the phone next to the radar operator's operation panel, the officer on duty said with a smile: "Take the air force liaison officer... to check your combat plan and confirm whether you have used Expired IFF signal... ok, I get it."

His expression became even more exciting, and he hung up the phone: "It seems that our air force commander's head is not flooded... It's those damn demons who are joking. Let the air defense force open fire, there is nothing to say."

"Understood!" The radar operator tapped the keyboard twice, and then sent all the data.

Then, the entire Ireland Hill field force was drowned in a sea of ​​joy. Field anti-aircraft weapons raised their barrels or missile launchers one after another.

And the fighter jets on duty in the sky, under the control of the pilots, rushed to the direction of the enemy plane.

They haven't found such a large-scale demon army air force for a long time. This is a good day for them to score.

"Today is a good day." Oranke flew up from the runway in his F-15 fighter jet. Because it was loaded with a large number of AIM-120 air-to-air missiles, his plane taxied for a long distance before it became heavy. Flew into the air.

Soon, his wingman followed, and the two planes roared and began to climb. After a lot of effort, they raised their altitude to the 10,000-meter level for interception.

"Yeah, today is a good day." The wingman pilot nodded, echoing the leader's words.

"Hurry up, we need to shoot down as many enemy planes as possible..." Oranke glanced at the missile status of the computer self-check, and said, "Whether you can become a super ace depends on this battle!"

Hearing this sentence, the expression on the face of the wingman pilot lit up. He is also a veteran of shooting down many demon bats. This time...he really wanted to challenge that title that he had been yearning for so much——

Continue to make up tomorrow. That's all for today.