Chapter 1041: Destroy everything
Burkland Fortress is a very comprehensive fortress. It is not only a giant artillery fortress, but also a mobile land aircraft carrier.
There are several military airports in this huge city. One of the functions of these military airfields is to fill the gaps in the frontline field airfields.
Under normal circumstances, to build a qualified large-scale military airport in the wild, but also to meet the requirements of being able to take off large bombers, is actually very time-consuming.
The temporary construction of an airport is costly and time-consuming, so the military of the Ailan Hill Empire came up with various methods to increase the number of field airports on the front line.
First of all, Burkland Fortress is a very good choice-its area is large enough, and it can also move forward with the troops, it is simply a perfect choice.
Of course, there is another option, that is, the floating city or the sky battleship. Ailan Hill takes a two-pronged approach to transform several floating castles into real sky motherships, and the sky battleship can also carry hundreds of aircraft. Participate directly in combat.
Because there are so many mobile airports, the Ailanhill Empire can easily assemble a large number of combat aircraft in its own offensive direction.
Because of this, the Ailanhill Empire can quickly grasp air supremacy in their main attack direction, and use the air force to destroy the enemy's strategic depth layout on a large scale.
This time, Allan Hill did the same thing again. They assembled more than 300 B-52 bombers and more than 100 Tu-22M bombers in one go, which can be called a luxurious super bomber lineup!
Anyway, the enemy doesn't have much anti-aircraft force. Using so many bombers together can directly paralyze a very large city.
On the side of Burkland's slender airstrip, neatly parked B-52 bombers. These strategic bombers are already full of bombs. They are the most primitive and cheapest bombs.
There is no way. There were too many ordinary aerial bombs produced in the previous war, and the inventory has not been used up until now.
However, to deal with the demons, these bombs could not be more suitable with the B-52 bomber, which has an amazing range and high altitude.
"I don't quite understand! Now that we have found the most important city for the devil, why don't we just throw a nuclear bomb over and end this war?" A pilot of a B-52 bomber is putting on a spare on himself The parachute spit out to the crew members beside him while setting it on.
In fact, many people have this idea, since the megacities of those demons have entered the range of the Ailan Hill Empire bomber.
In other words, since the ballistic missiles of the Ailan Hill Empire can easily reach the core area of the opponent, why not directly use nuclear weapons to end this war?
It only takes a few nuclear weapons to end this war, defeat the Demon Race, and occupy the entire Demon Realm—this temptation cannot be said to be trivial.
Obviously, the formation commander on the side of the operation understood some inside information and explained: "There is no way, we can't confirm that the source of magic is there! If it is not there, we use nuclear weapons, it is equivalent to destroying the one that belongs to us. My own prosperous city."
"Cut... there are so many things to pay attention to, let me tell you, those officials, and those who are rich, think that the lives of our soldiers are worthless, and that city may be more valuable." A young pilot who served as a co-pilot was somewhat Tucao dismissively.
"Actually, if you think about it carefully, it's not difficult to figure out the reason. Our researchers may be very interested in the skills of the waiter..." Another well-dressed pilot turned his head and said his own judgment.
Then, in a tone full of temptation, he tempted the naïve who asked questions: "Perhaps, that is the technology that makes people immortal. Who can refuse such a temptation?"
Somewhat humorously, he made a fist with his hand, imitating a mushroom cloud of a nuclear weapon explosion, a little bit of transpiration rose: "So no one wants to use a nuclear bomb, because a nuclear bomb goes down, all the information may be gone."
"Hmm! But there may be other reasons." His statement really made the young pilot of the first officer agree with it.
After all, for mortals, immortality is obviously a huge temptation, a temptation that is hard to refuse.
The leading frontline commander came over and heard their conversation. As he passed by, he stuffed the bombing target and reference materials to the navigator, and said, "Don't think about it if it's okay. If you attack directly with nuclear weapons, how can we be sure that the source of magic has been completely wiped out by us? You? If it’s really okay, just take a good look. Although you can find it on your computer, the paper photos and materials are more comfortable."
"..." The navigator took the document, and then looked down and saw the familiar demons buildings.
These are all pictures from a satellite's bird's-eye view, or target data captured by reconnaissance planes in the past few days.
As long as there are no accidents, there will be nothing left here after a few hours.
"Yeah..." A pilot nodded and said, "After fighting for so long, in the end we must grasp the source of that magic and eliminate it completely, right?"
"Let it run away, hide in the dark and destroy it. If the enemy is in the dark, it's not fun! Now it is also in the light, so we must make sure to catch this **** source of magic alive!" Another pilot also said.
"That's right!" More pilots who passed by nodded in agreement with this statement: Everyone is holding a breath, how can you vent your anger by capturing the source of magic?
"Therefore, our bombardment is not directed at it, but at the demons it controls, and at those stubborn demons who are still resisting!" The frontline commander finally mobilized before the war.
"Destroy their city!" A pilot raised a clenched fist.
"Destroy their industrial capabilities!" shouted a pilot who was about to board the plane.
"Destroy everything!" As more pilots got into their planes, they whispered to themselves: "Victory belongs to Ailan Hill!"
The engines on the wing of a B-52 bomber next to each other were already working, and the planes full of bombs took off one after another, turned into neat formations in the air, and flew toward the horizon.
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The second one will be served together tomorrow, a little later.
