Chapter 682
My Empire Chapter 682
2020-11-03
Chapter 682 Chapter 683 Not NormandyIn the woods, the demon soldier who was arranging his armor narrowed his eyes and raised his head, looking towards the Sky. Through the lush foliage, he saw one B-52 bomber after another, flying over his head.
He dropped the shoulder armor in his hand and ran to the edge of the woods with the long sword, and then saw those B-52 bombers, throwing cluster bombs into the dense woods behind him.
The dense explosions drowned out all the sounds, and the tranquility at noon was suddenly broken. Without warning, the human attack began like this terrifyingly.
"That...that's where the main force of our 10,000-strong team is stationed...they, how did they know?" Staring at him, he didn't know who he was questioning. This demon soldier had witnessed himself with his own eyes. The destruction of the troops.
This kind of thing happened on this peaceful noon on the entire coastline, in countless places.
The same question, also through different mouths, to different people: "They, how would they know, where our troops are stationed?"
Heavy Bomber Force Just after leaving, the whole forest is still braving wisps of black smoke. The remnants of the demon army who escaped from the bombing had not had time to catch their breath before the hordes of attack planes came one after another.
A-10 attack aircraft taking off from the battleship in the sky hovered in the sky, then swooped down suddenly, pouring 30mm shells on the demon army positions.
Those 30mm anti-aircraft artillery positions, despite being placed on the edge of the woods and carefully camouflaged, were quickly greeted by precision-guided bombs and turned into a pile of junk.
The demonic giants equipped with heavy armor were hit by tomahawk cruise missiles before they had time to line up. The shrapnel shredded the bodies of these poor giants, and the fire burned the souls of these poor giants.
The demon Defensive Array, which was originally sparse and airy, collapsed and shattered in an instant under such an attack.
The demon soldiers who lost their headquarters had to fight on their own. Before they could organize, they were knocked apart by various missiles and bombs, and wolves ran like ghosts and howl like wolves.
Chris's soul from another world named this otherworldly landing "Overlord", but in fact, this unprecedented landing operation is simply not the Normandy of another world. .
The Germans in Normandy had at least their own strong Atlantic barriers, and at least one battalion of troops was deployed on Omaha Beach.
At least they still have machine guns, 88mm caliber anti-aircraft cannons, and poor howitzers to support the entire line of defense, as well as the instructors behind them and the youth division of the head of state as backing.
But at this moment, the demons deployed on the beach, they have nothing, they only have the long sword in their hands, and the Fireball Technique, which can only fly to a height of 100 meters, to guard their line of defense!
And attacking them is the US military in the 21st century. If you count the battleship in the sky and the electromagnetic guns, Alanhill's troops are even more terrifying than the Bald Eagle Empire on Earth!
Before the thick smoke on the ground had dissipated, and when the explosions were still coming and going, the C-130 transport planes, densely packed like clouds, flew over the landing site.
On the way here, the paratrooper transport planes that had been refueled in the air slowly opened their wide hatches.
Because of the existence of a new weapon such as the powered outer skeleton, there are some changes in the parachuting steps of Alanhill's paratroopers.
Instead of jumping out of the plane from the hatches on both sides, they jumped out of the plane from the tail section in unison, and then opened their parachutes in the sky.
The parachutes bloomed in the sky like edelweiss, and Alanhill's paratrooper airborne began with great fanfare.
No bells and whistles, no fake targets or anything like that. With the most domineering gesture, Alanhill announced a message to the aborigines of Demon Realm: here we come!
The noise of the aircraft engine is the best drum of war, the Navy Sidewinder gunships everywhere, and the rockets send out white smoke trails under the feet of the paratroopers.
The 406mm caliber artillery on the naval battleship is roaring, and the fortifications arranged by the demon troops on the beach are scattered ashes and dispersed smoke in the explosion, leaving only one black one. A crater the size of half a football field.
Only one floating fortress is plummeting down in smoke, and the noisy TU-22M backfire bombers circle around the crashed demon castle. The supersonic anti-ship missiles they fired took down this huge monster, and it's a glorious moment for these supersonic bombers to celebrate their victory.
The landing, which would have been two hours later, began at about the same time as the drop. All kinds of landing craft and hovercraft that were almost connected in a straight line on the sea, carrying all kinds of weapons and equipment, rushed to the deserted beach.
Hedecathlon, who was standing beside Bakarov, put down the telescope in his hand, and looked the head ready to leave: "I'd better go ashore with the second batch of landing troops, there are no enemies there...
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This marvelous marshal from Norma saw Alanhill's elite battle strength attack for the first time. Although he had already learned with the knowledge magic ball, he was still shocked by everything in front of him.
Everything he saw can no longer be described by two words, war. This is completely a foreign world version of armed tourism.
It's no exaggeration to say that even with a monkey sitting in his present position, the war must have ended in Alanhill's victory.
"The 1st Marine Division will go ashore soon, and your armored units will have enough landing grounds immediately!" Bakarov shouted proudly to Hyde Kanon's back.
"Forget it! In this battle, the biggest danger is that when my tank goes ashore, don't press your soldiers' feet..." Hyde Kanon laughed at himself and walked out like an afternoon tea party. The same comfortable bridge command center.
The expected brutal landing battle simply did not happen, or the expected brutal landing battle itself is an illusion that a senior official of the staff found something for his subordinates to do.
The entire fleet was almost venting its emotions on an open space, and then a group of sturdy soldiers armed with weapons rushed to the beach full of craters and smoke bombs.
They were greeted by elite paratroopers also wearing powered outer skeleton armor and holding large-caliber assault rifles.
Of course, the only thing they didn't see was the demon army stationed here, putting up a desperate struggle...
(End of this chapter)
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