Chapter 641
My Empire Chapter 641
2020-11-03
Chapter 641 642 Different rules"It's definitely not that the radar is broken." Staring at the LCD screen in front of him, the radar The operator said very confidently.
Of course it's not that the radar is broken. Alanhill has produced nearly 500 early warning aircraft of various types, and the radar display has only broken down three times.
These three times were the earliest times when the radar display just equipped to the troops had a problem - and then this kind of problem almost never happened again.
"Definitely not... We have already applied for the reconnaissance plane to go directly to the reconnaissance. Now we have received the order to return, and we can leave." The commander of the early warning aircraft standing beside him looked solemn, speak up.
They just received the order to return, because in this direction, that is, south of Angershire, they found a demon army that was densely packed north.
The enemy fleet is due south! This was the news they passed back to Angshal, and then a large B-52 reconnaissance plane on patrol in the vicinity was ordered to approach to check whether the demonic fleet really existed.
"The scale of the enemy is unimaginable... There are almost thousands of battleships on the radar, and there is a huge Floating Void City!" , In the imperial concubine's special command car, an officer reported the latest investigation results to Vivian.
The entire Angshire has entered into Level 1 combat readiness, and Alanhill's air defense units have also entered their Defensive Array.
"There is no news about the investigation, and we are also waiting for relevant reports..." The commander raised his chin, facing the imperial concubine Vivian who was sitting in the seat, and the imperial concubine sitting in the seat. Elf Race Queen Andrea said.
Vivian rubbed the porcelain cup full of patterns with her beautiful, slender fingers, feeling the warmth of the bitter tea inside: "Have you informed General Medeas?"
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"Report! It has been notified! He is already commanding the battle within the headquarters..." The officer immediately replied: "As ordered by General Medeas, the nuclear bomb is ready! Once it is confirmed that the enemy forces do exist and The scale is huge, and it can be launched immediately."
The choice of the commander of the expedition force has always been a problem that plagued the Alanhill Empire, and many generals and even the field marshal Vagron personally asked for the command of the expedition force in Demon. Realm combat.
Chris certainly didn't want to let the loyal Marshal Valgeron take the risk himself, and the generals in charge of the elite army, Chris didn't want to move easily.
even more how, the troops fighting in Demon Realm, Early-Stage may not be able to play large-scale offensive operations, mainly defensive operations, which made Chris think of the best defensive warfare " Old Tortoise "Medias.
When it comes to defensive battles, even famous generals such as Wilkes Modler seem to be inferior to this old noble general.
So, Chris transferred Mediyas to take over the Demon Realm Expeditionary Force, temporarily in charge of all the troops in the Demon Realm.
Old General lived up to expectations, steadily occupied the entire Storm Islands, firmly controlled the Storm Sea Territory, and established a solid base for the expeditionary force.
Now, the demon's counterattack has finally started in full swing. After arriving at the Demon Realm, Medeas was neatly dressed for the first time, with the long sword hanging around his waist that seemed to never leave him. into his command position.
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At the southernmost tip of the Storm Sea, a B-52 reconnaissance plane dragged a long thick smoke and crashed. on the calm sea.
In the sky, the parachuting Alanhill Air Force pilot looked desperately at the blood-red horror silhouette not far from him.
Just now, outside the cockpit of the B-52 reconnaissance plane, which was running at full power and hovering at an altitude of 10,000 meters, there appeared a terrifying silhouette wearing flaming red armor and flying rapidly without wings.
Wrong, she is not Iron Man, she is the strongest existence of Demon Race, Demon King Aresia, who was created by the source of magic.
She caught up with the subsonic reconnaissance plane at a terrifying speed, and then broke through the magical defense barrier on the reconnaissance plane with both hands, tearing off the B-52 reconnaissance simply by force The huge wings of the aircraft.
The reconnaissance plane then lost control and crashed in the course of the Demon Race's vast fleet, leaving only a patch of oil and debris on the sea.
"Demon King-sama!" The evil Demon Generals who chased after them flapped their fleshy wings and stopped behind Aresia, staring at the slowly descending parachutes with bad eyes.
As long as Iressia gives an order, these Demon Race generals can immediately rush forward and devour the soldiers hanging from these parachutes.
"The enemy has discovered us..." Irelia hovered high in the sky, looking at the slowly falling parachute not far in front of her with interest, and said, "Let the fleet speed up! "
"These intruders from the magical continent..." A villainous Demon General pointed at Alanhill's pilot and navigator, ready to rush up to chop off the opponent's head.
"Take it back! It needs to be complete!" Aressia considered the words and said, "Don't kill it, you will also be injured, let the succubus interrogate it and see if you can find out. Something useful."
"But my lord, before we...and the invaders of the magical continent...were no prisoners..."
"I am now Change the rules! In the future, the captured prisoners must not be disposed of at will! They must be managed uniformly... If you can interrogate, interrogate as clearly as possible!" Eresia scolded impatiently, and then turned to the Floating Void City in the center of the fleet. Storrs flew away.
The other Demon Generals took a look at the scolded companion, laughed taking pleasure in other people's misfortune, and all turned and left. They were moving so fast that in the blink of an eye they were only the size of black dots.
The leader of the evil Demon General left behind, pressing the long sword and staring at the Alanhill pilots who were about to fall into the sea, and shouted loudly: "Take them back! Don't hurt them. This is the Demon King the order of His Majesty!"
Following his order, those dragons who had long been hovering all around, coveted the dried bacon hanging under the parachute, lost With a low growl, he finally used his huge body to catch the enemies who were about to fall into the sea.
These Alanhill pilots who don't know if they were unlucky or lucky, fell on the back of the dragon full of scales and barbs, and they were already trembling with fear - no way, which normal person is sitting Aren't you scared of being on the back of a dragon?
even more how, they all know that before this, neither side had the habit of keeping prisoners! So their current status is more like a snack such as lunch meat, and the chance of survival is basically zero...
(end of this chapter)