Chapter 1067
My Empire Chapter 1067
2020-11-03
Chapter 1067 1069 Closer distanceThere is the whistling wind in the ear, standing on the flight deck of the sky battleship, the young pilot They, fully dressed in myriad gear, were standing in a row listening to their mission.
The Sky Fleet is hovering in the Alanhill Empire control area most of the time due to the need for defense security.
Their functions are similar to the mobile airfields on the front line, the mobile super battery, and the strongest mobile command center.
When they move to a suitable distance, the aircraft they carry can be put into the battlefield in batches.
Obviously, with the continuous advancement of the ground troops, they were not far from Witholland.
The distance is so delicate, so delicate that if they want, they can send out fighter jets to escort those huge B-52 bombers.
So, today, these pilots are standing on the flight deck holding their helmet sights.
"Gentlemen! The task is very simple! Protect our bombers! Destroy everything the enemy can take off!" The commander looked at his subordinates and ordered solemnly.
"As you bid!" A group of pilots stood at attention and saluted, acknowledging with a look of disdain.
Don't blame them for underestimating the enemy, because in the past two months, they have rarely been able to find the air force that the opponent has taken off.
Those poor demon bats, who were basically invisible, were shot down by long-range air-to-air missiles.
And those once mighty dragons have the same fate - they can't stop any combat purpose of the Alanhill Imperial Air Force at all.
If the demons on the ground work hard and can destroy one or two soldiers of the Alanhill Empire, then the battle in the sky will completely make the demons desperate.
This is a blatant one-sided crush: in the past 2 months, the loss ratio of the Alanhill Empire's Air Force to the Demon Air Force was 48 to 2970!
This is really no exaggeration at all. Including the B-52 bomber that was accidentally shot down, the Alanhill Empire's air force was shot down by a total of 48 aircraft and lost 31 pilots!
At the same time, the total number of demon dragons and demon fighters who were slaughtered by demons, as well as the flesh-winged demon high-level officers who were hit, approached three thousand! This number does not even include the demon bats who made up the number...
What makes the demon even more ugly is that the Alanhill Empire's downing statistics have not yet counted the bombing results. If the ground targets destroyed by calculation, the damage ratio may be expanded by dozens or even hundreds of times!
Such a huge gap makes the demons dare not take off their own air power to intercept the air force of the Alanhill Empire.
Even if it was a symbolic take-off operation, the demons were reluctant to do it. If it weren't for the attack on Withallans, the demon's air force would not have been dispatched on such a large scale.
Unfortunately, the Demon Air Force near Witholland is already the last bit of family property of the Demon Air Force.
This is the gap between the two sides, this is the calm and efficiency of high-tech wars when crushing opponents!
After receiving their combat orders, the pilots of the Alanhill Empire held their helmets and ran to the fighter jets that were ready and parked on the side of the runway.
A sharp-edged AIM-120 missile hangs under the wing of a fighter jet waiting to take off, majestic and murderous-looking!
Not far away, at the end of the sea of clouds as soft as cotton wool, on the deck of another battleship in the sky, teams of pilots have also run towards their aircraft.
On the tarmac, parked next to each other, are A-10 attack aircraft full of precision-guided bombs.
The wings of every attack plane are spewing golden eagles, these eagle emblems gleaming in the sun, bright and deadly.
Since the distance between the two sides is enough to escort the fighter jets, the attack aircraft can take off and participate in the air raid.
With these attack planes, the bombing effect will be better, and the results will be more abundant.
"We have no time to waste on the devil! The order of His Majesty, the emperor, is to occupy the devil's temple as soon as possible! Find the source of magic and catch him!" The general in the command room of the battleship bridge in the sky looked at the attack aircraft taking off and said loudly to the officers behind him.
"You must have heard some other news, yes, I heard it too. Since everyone knows that the future empire will build a huge cosmic army, the demons in front of you will all be It's just a stumbling block for us!" The general continued to look at the A-10 attack aircraft away.
He said word by word, watching those attack planes disappear into the sky: "Faced with stumbling blocks... Whoever wastes his time entangled with them is a big fool!"
"So, kick these stumbling blocks away!" He clenched his fists fiercely: "Long live my King Chris Your Majesty!"
"Victory! Long live my King Chris Your Majesty!" behind him , All the officers raised their chins and sang loudly.
In their shouts, a dark cloud over their heads loomed over them. It was a huge formation of B-52 bombers laden with bombs.
This formation is huge to an unprecedented degree, because the third bombing group of the Alanhill Empire against the demon Withollands has assembled more than 900 bombers!
"The journey of the Alanhill Empire is a sea of stars! Soldiers! Go and destroy the enemy in front of you!" Chris's voice echoed through the Wireless Electronics of all bomber formations: "Years of war have made you Conquered the magical continent! The devil's temple lies ahead! Go there and wash the body of your war! In this war, there will always be a civilization that perishes! But even if it perishes, it will never be Alanhill! People of Alanhill It will never be beaten!"
"My Emperor! Long live Chris Your Majesty!" the crew members shouted in the turbulent air on a B-52 bomber.
"Long live the great emperor Your Majesty!" Another group of young faces on the other plane shouted solemnly.
"Within two months! Trample Demon Realm and capture the source of magic alive!" Chris's voice echoed excitedly.
"Stop the Demon Realm!" In the small cockpit, the pilot of an A-10 attack plane whispered.
Directly above his formation, in the F-14 fighter jets next to each other, the pilots also firmly repeated the heart-warming slogan in Chris's voice: "Two Within a month! Step down the Demon Realm!"
(end of chapter)