Chapter 677
My Empire Chapter 677
2020-11-03
Chapter 677 678 Set sailA Boeing 737 converted military aircraft hovers over the edge of demon-controlled land, a little higher , two F-15 fighter jets have just received aerial refueling, and they are responsible for protecting the expensive Boeing 737 aircraft, safely operating on the edge of the area controlled by the demon forces.
The Boeing 737 is responsible for dropping buoys along the coastline in the vicinity, which can transmit back to nearby water patterns and also determine where a large port is suitable.
Although it is not too far from Angshal, it is still a very complicated thing to land in the demon-controlled area.
The landing plan is divided into two sets of plans, one is based on Alanhill's naval fleet, controlling the beach and defeating all nearby demon troops to build a huge landing field.
Another solution is easier, that is, Dragon King Albert continues to open a new Transmission Gate, this time near the land, directly allowing Alanhill's army to enter the Demon Realm.
Chris and his commanders are more inclined to implement the two solutions together, building a solid landing site and opening a Transmission Gate.
However, letting Dragon Emperor Albert consume his own magic power again is not without a price - all Alanhill decision makers, including Chris, prefer not to rely on external forces, Come and solve the problem yourself.
As a result, these expensive water pattern detection planes were dispatched to the vicinity of the expected landing site and began to detect various conditions there.
The navy believes that they can take control of any landing site and eliminate all nearby demonic naval fleets.
It's just that they need time to find a suitable place to land, and a place where they can build a port after they control it.
The original plan was to find the port the demons had established, attack and capture it. But this plan was a bit difficult, as it seemed that the Demons were on the coastline close to Angshire, and there was no ideal port city for the Alanhill navy to choose from.
This is probably the most frustrating thing: you can capture any enemy city, but the enemy has no city...
"The 3rd buoy has been thrown...the signal is transmitted. Good...we seem to have found the desired port address." A sonobuoy operator looked at the stereo image on the computer and reported on the intercom.
"Less than 100 kilometers from here, it is an ideal landing beach. After the troops land, they can advance here within a day, and then start building a port here." Beside him, another An officer leaned back in a chair comfortably and said.
Behind them, another group of personnel is comparing the maps that have been repeatedly checked: "I see a demon's village nearby, and the coordinates have been marked on the map."
"That village...it doesn't seem to exist today." The leading officer took a pencil and made a cross on the village, his face indifferent.
They've destroyed several similar villages along the way, so they're pretty numb to this kind of thing.
As they spoke, in the sky on the other side, twenty B-52 bombers laden with conventional bombs whistled past above the clouds.
These bombers, which were responsible for attacking ground targets, reached their targets at a very fast speed.
Following, the F-15 fighters covering these B-52 bombers disengaged and climbed higher into the air, scanning the skies across the War Zone with radar.
And those B-52 bombers that approached their targets slowly opened the bomb bays under their belly.
The air stream poured into the bomb bay of the bomber, and the bombs inside were also illuminated by the sunlight pouring into the cabin. The next second, these mixed genetic bombs, incendiary bombs and cluster bombs were released from the bomb pylons one by one in sequence.
Bombs that are as dense as raindrops are falling staggeringly in the sky. The time-delay fuze was turning rapidly in the wind, and along with the airflow, these bombs were scattered little by little, covering a large area of the sky.
On the ground, a group of demon dogs that were tearing at the carrion raised their heads, and they roared towards the sky, seeming to find that danger was coming.
In the originally peaceful village, a seductive succubus pushed open the dilapidated door, frowned looking at the disturbed demon dog pups in the distance.
She followed the demon dog's gaze and looked up at the sky. At this time, the dull engine rumbling sound had overshadowed the sound of the waves in the distance and became clear.
"The enemy...those are heretic!" At the door of another house, a ferocious-looking evil Demoness who had seen the B-52 bomber above the blossoming white clouds, pointed to the sky loudly. shouting.
Her men have been recruited to leave, leaving only this dilapidated small village, and some old, weak, sick and disabled. They rely on fishing for a living, and their productivity is basically still in prehistoric times.
Now, they saw the bomber soaring high, just as the African natives saw the B-2 bomber with awe in their eyes.
"bang!" In the clearing in the distance, next to two small boats that were towed ashore, the first bomb set off a cloud of gravel.
Then, the next second, closer to the village, a huge explosion shattered the rock, instantly turning a reef on the shore into a huge crater.
Following, scattered cluster bombs overwhelmed the village. The evil Demoness who was still standing at the door was engulfed in the fire sea in an instant.
Before she could turn around, the seductive succubus only saw a raindrop-shaped thing falling between her feet, and then a heavy rain of steel started to erode her slender body.
Her entire body, along with the house behind her, even the simple foundation of the house, and everything in the house, disappeared in this world together.
Moreover, she wouldn't know that those bombs covered all the nearby open spaces and completely evaporated everything.
Those demon dogs were running around, desperately trying to get away from this terrifying place. They ran desperately, only to be drowned out by the spreading flames.
Just a few seconds later, a burnt demon dog limped along the edge of the burning flames. There was nothing left of the poor seaside village.
Above it, the B-52 bombers were returning, and the escorting F-15 fighters had rejoined the formation.
Soon these planes will merge with aerial tankers, and the targets they attack no longer exist in this world.
Angshire, the landing ship full of soldiers has left the coast, and the fleet, which can't see the edge, is pulling anchor and setting sail.
(end of this chapter)