Chapter 710
My Empire Chapter 710
2020-11-03
Chapter 710 711 Neither do we have anythingThe afternoon is often beautiful, whether it is for the attackers of the war That said, the same is true for the defending side.
In the sky at the Demon Realm, hundreds of wild demon bats hovering in search of food is not a rarely seen sight - these demons are not real bats, they are more accustomed to the daytime Come out and show up, and don't like to sneakily rely on ultrasound to move at night.
So, the reason why they are called devil bats is just because they look like large bats.
Of course, because of this, when the aboriginals of Demon Realm saw countless black spots in the sky flying over their heads, their calmness was actually far more than that of the Alanhill Air Force. imagine.
Not even this old industrial city has anything like an air defense siren. No one is ringing the bell for defense, because the guards here know that the nearest enemy situation is hundreds of kilometers away from them.
What these demons just don't know is that the black dots flying above their heads hiding the sky and covering the earth actually carry hundreds of tons that symbolize death. heavy bomb.
Inside the B-17 bomber turbulent in the air, the navigator sees the data displayed on his navigation device, he presses down on the intercom, and reports their position to the pilot: "We should have been in It's over the target!"
"Yes! I saw it!" The pilot looked through the plane's glass window and saw the black smokey city on the ground in the distance.
The chimneys, which are taller than the magic tower, look magnificent. Because buildings are generally tall, these chimneys have to be built taller in order to release the smoke to higher altitudes where the air moves faster.
It looks more advanced than Alanhill's frontier. At least there are densely packed smelters here to smelt all kinds of steel and build huge war machines of all kinds.
"Open the bomb bay!" The front-line commander in charge of the bombing gave the prelude order to start the attack. All the pilots turned on the bomb bay switch on hand.
As a result, the entire bomber group began to descend, and one B-17 bomber after another began to open the bomb bays in the abdomen, and the heavy bombs next to each other were exposed to the chaotic explosion. in the air.
The sun shines through the opening of the bomb bay, making the graffiti on each bomb clear. These bombs are filled with swear words greeting demon relatives, nasty shameless unbearable to look at.
However, when these postmodern arts are dense to a certain extent, they have a different kind of beauty. The bombs mounted in the bomb bays, swaying in the wind, are witnessing an alternative cynicism in this brutal war with a sense of cynicism.
"Send them back to hell!" The bombardier saw that the crosshairs of his crosshairs were pressed against a huge chimney, and immediately pressed the button to drop the bomb.
This was one of the more comfortable air raids he had ever experienced, with no heavy anti-aircraft fire and no annoying interceptor fighters.
Everything was peaceful, as if their enemies weren't ready for war at all. But in fact, everyone knows that they have been fighting a war for thousands of years, and they still have no intention of ending the war.
Densely packed bombs scattered in the sky, falling like raindrops into the demon city. At this time, finally the city's defense system began to work.
Several scattered Fireballs flew into the sky, as if some high-level demons were using magic to attack these human uninvited guests above their heads. At the same time, a huge magical defense barrier slowly rose above the city.
Some of the bombs slammed into the raised magical defense barrier, like rocks hitting the water, creating ripples. Then these bombs exploded, leaving this huge magical defense barrier shattered, and there was simply no way to close it.
The remaining bombs fell from the cracks into the city, and then played their role as bombs in the streets. The ground trembled in the explosion, and buildings collapsed under the shock wave. There were screams and cries everywhere, flames and smoke everywhere.
The half-built war machine as huge as a small hill disintegrated in the explosion, and the huge wheel crushed the demon worker on the side.
Before they could save their comrades, these demons were crushed by the same fallen factory walls, and the rest fled, like cockroaches seeing the light.
As if being beaten by a giant's heavy hammer, the entire city's defensive magic war trembled and collapsed little by little. The tall city wall can't stop the disaster from the sky, and the hundreds of meters high magic tower with no difficulty is broken in the middle, and it is as fragile as a corn stalk.
In the one by one workshop, the storage room full of various parts was engulfed by fire, and all kinds of long sword and axe produced in mass production were also buried by dust and gravel.
The humble shacks for civilians have become a hotbed of raging fires. Demons who have no awareness of firefighting or a complete fire-fighting and disaster-resistance system can't even do basic self-rescue in the face of man-made disasters.
Such a city can produce tens of thousands of weapons such as long swords, axes, and other weapons every day, as well as hundreds of various magical war machines. The scale cannot be said to be large.
In just ten minutes, all production here was destroyed, which is the terrifying of strategic bombing.
It will take at least a few months for demons with little heritage to restore production here. But after a few months, it is still unknown whether this place belongs to the devil or not.
The bells of defense are finally tolling, and the daemon's civilians finally realize that war is just around the corner for them. Because of the lack of news, most people here don't know that humans have entered the Demon Realm, let alone guess that the enemy's airport is less than 1,000 kilometers away from them.
"They don't even have a fighter jet. Where did they get the courage to fight with us?" A bombardier removed his eyes from his sight and asked to himself .
"Ghosts know what they think, maybe they don't have a brain." In the intercom, a bored machine gunner answered the bombardier's self-talk.
"The reason why they dared to declare war on us is because we had nothing like them a thousand years ago." The captain adjusted his joystick gently, letting his plane Keep the same flight path as other aircraft.
(end of this chapter)