Chapter 1069: Closer distance
There was the sound of howling wind in my ears. Standing on the flight deck of the sky battleship, young pilots, all dressed in various equipment, were standing in a row to listen to their mission.
Because of the need for defensive security, the Sky Fleet spends most of its time hovering in the control area of the Ailan Hill Empire.
Their function is similar to a mobile airport on the front line, a mobile super turret, and the strongest mobile command center.
When they move to a suitable distance, the aircraft they carry can be thrown into the battlefield in batches.
Obviously, with the continuous advancement of ground troops, they are not far from Withalans.
This distance is very subtle, so subtle that if they want, they can dispatch fighter jets to **** those huge B-52 bombers.
So, today, these pilots are standing on the flight deck holding their helmet sights.
"Gentlemen! The task is simple! Protect our bombers! Destroy everything that the enemy can take off!" The commander looked at his men and ordered seriously.
"Yes!" a group of pilots stood up and saluted, and agreed 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 an opponent's air force to take off.
Those poor demon bats, basically invisible, were shot down by long-range air-to-air missiles.
And those dragons that were once powerful had the same fate-they couldn't stop any combat purpose of the Airenhill Imperial Air Force at all.
If the demons on the ground worked hard to eliminate one or two soldiers from the Ailan Hill Empire, then the battle in the sky would completely despair the demons.
This is a naked one-sided crush: in the past 2 months, the air force of the Ailan Hill Empire has lost 48 to 2970 against the demon air force!
This is really no exaggeration. Including the B-52 bomber that was accidentally shot down, the Air Force of the Ailan Hill Empire was shot down 48 aircraft and 31 pilots were lost!
At the same time, the total number of demon dragons and demon fighters slaughtered by the devil, as well as high-level demon officers with fleshy wings, was shot at close to three thousand! This number does not even include the demon bats that make up the number...
What makes the demon even more ugly is that the Alan Hill Empire’s shooting down statistics have not yet counted the results of the bombing. If the ground target is destroyed by calculation, the damage ratio may be increased by dozens or even hundreds of times!
With such a huge gap, the demons did not dare to take off their air power to intercept the Air Force of the Ailan Hill Empire.
Even if it was a symbolic takeoff battle, the demons were unwilling to do it. If it hadn't been for the attack on Withalens, the demon's air force would not have been deployed on such a large scale.
It is a pity that the demon air power near Witthaorance is already the last property of the demon air force.
This is the gap between the two sides, this is the calmness and efficiency of high-tech warfare when crushing opponents!
After each received the combat order, the pilots of the Ailan Hill Empire held their helmets and ran to the fighters parked on the side of the runway that were ready.
A sharp AIM-120 missile is hung under the wings of a fighter jet waiting to take off, majestic and murderous!
Not far away, at the end of the sea of clouds soft as cotton wool, on the deck of another sky battleship, teams of pilots had already ran to their own planes.
On the tarmac, parked next to each other is an A-10 attack aircraft full of precision-guided bombs.
On the wing of every attack aircraft, golden eagles were spewing out, and these eagle emblems shone in the sun, bright and deadly.
Since the distance between the two sides is enough for fighter jets to escort, the attack aircraft can take off to participate in this air strike.
With these attack aircraft, the bombing effect will be better and the results will be richer.
"We have no time to waste on the devil! The emperor's order is to occupy the temple of the devil in the fastest time! Find the source of magic and catch him!" A general standing in the command room of the sky battleship bridge , Watching the attacking aircraft taking off, said loudly to the officers behind him.
"Presumably you have also heard some other news, yes, I have also heard. Since everyone knows that the empire will build a huge space army in the future, the demons in front of us are just our stumbling blocks!" The general stared at the A-10 attack plane in the distance, and continued.
He spoke word by word, watching the attacking aircraft disappear into the sky: "Facing stumbling blocks...Whoever wastes his time entangled with them, who is a big fool!"
"So, kick these stumbling blocks away!" He squeezed his fist fiercely: "Long live my Emperor Chris!"
"Victory! Long live my emperor Chris!" Behind him, all the officers sang loudly with their chins up.
Amidst their shouts, the black clouds above their heads enveloped them. It was a huge formation of B-52 bombers full of bombs.
This formation is huge to an unprecedented level, because the Ailan Hill Empire's third bombing group against the demon Whithalans has assembled more than 900 bombers!
"The journey of the Ailanhill Empire is the sea of stars! Soldiers! Go and destroy the enemies in front of you!" Chris's voice echoed on the radio of all bomber formations: "Years of war have allowed you to conquer the magic continent. ! The front is the temple of the devil! Go there and wash your bodies in war! In this war, there will always be a civilization that perishes! But even if it perishes, it will never be Ellen Hill! Ellensi The people of Seoul! They will never be defeated!"
"My emperor! Long live Your Majesty Chris!" The crew members shouted loudly in the turbulent air flow on a B-52 bomber.
"Long live your majesty the great emperor!" On another plane, the same group of young faces solemnly shouted.
"Within two months! Step down the Demon Realm and catch the source of magic alive!" Chris's voice echoed passionately.
"Stepping on the Demon World!" In the small cockpit of the plane, a pilot of the A-10 attack aircraft muttered quietly.
Right above his formation, inside an F-14 fighter plane next to each other, the pilots also firmly repeated this blood-boiling slogan in Chris' voice: "Within two months! Flatten! Devildom!"
