Chapter 558: Queuing shots in the electromagnetic gun era

"These human things are really hateful..." Looking at the city wall that was hit not far away, the demon commander complained with an ugly expression.

He saw these powerful attack methods with his own eyes, and he also felt the power of human forces.

Just a few hours ago, the warships of the Demon Navy's fleet that were responsible for blocking the human fleet had all been sunk by the human navy.

Thinking about it, I feel incredible, but that is hundreds of powerful steel battleships! How can it be possible that a powerful weapon such as this magic cannon is equipped on both sides and it has been sunk after only a few hours?

You know, the real mission of these demon fleets going south is actually to annihilate the human fleets going north to intercept the landing of the demon fleets.

In other words, these demon warships not only failed to complete the mission, but also lost all of them!

After learning that the huge fleet had been destroyed, the demon general knew that there was not much time left for him...

He must take down the Ferry City before the huge and very powerful human fleet goes north to attack him. Otherwise, his fleet, his floating city, may all be destroyed at sea!

However, he couldn't retreat, because he knew that at the speed of his army, there was no difference between retreating and suicide.

Now if he wants to retreat, his floating city and fleet have only one way to go north, but when he heads north, the human fleet will chase him-and soon his troops will be overtaken. , And then was wiped out in the cold water.

The demon's surge in the endless sea now seems very unwise. After losing air and sea dominance, still waging a decisive battle with the enemy at sea is a mentally retarded behavior.

But things have happened, and complaining now is of no avail. Therefore, as the demon's frontline commander, seeking alive and attacking Dukou City became his only way out.

"Let the dragon and the demon bat go first! I want to see if those mortal weapons can stop hundreds of flying demons!" He snorted coldly, as if applauding his decision: " Let the fleet press on afterwards! Ready to land!"

"When we occupy this country, we will arrest these technicians for our use! Remember! They are important technicians! Don't hurt them casually!" With his hands on his chest, the commanding demon was very strong. The official commanded coldly.

In contrast, in the air defense command center in Ailan Hill, a group of young people were quickly typing various commands with the keyboard. They input the coordinate signals on the radar into the computer, and then issued reasonable combat commands to all participating troops.

Standing behind them are several combat command staff. They use the remote control in their hands to point and point on the huge projector. Someone uses computer programming to mark the enemy's movements on the map, and there is even a general outline next to them. Height coordinates.

"The enemy's air force is moving straight ahead. The brainless style of play is no different from a group of reckless men." An officer circled the map projection with a laser pointer in his hand and confronted Du who was standing in front of him. General Lando introduced.

"Their flanks have been exposed. The four F-16 fighter jets that have been patrolled before are in this direction. They can immediately attack the demon forces." The dispatch commander told Durando about the flanking attack arrangements: "Unfortunately, these patrol fighters are equipped with air patrol weapons. The aim-120 air-to-air missiles may not cause fatal injuries to the devil's floating castle."

"Let them fight on the flanks to interfere with the judgment of the demon forces. Let the other party take into account some of their own sides and dare not throw all their troops on the frontal battlefield!" General Durando ordered.

Only three seconds later, a command from the highest command appeared on the helmet-mounted display of the f-16 fighter pilot.

The pilot flying the f-16 fighter jet confirmed through the radio communicator to the wingman pilot who was following him: "Received the order, the headquarters ordered us to fire immediately..."

While repeating the command to his wingman, he used the thumb of his right hand to open the launch button on the fly-by-wire joystick of the aircraft.

The computer has helped him choose the type of missile to launch. The two long-range aim-120 missiles have been de-insured, the self-check is completed, and they are completely in a state of waiting to be activated.

After everything was ready, the pilot calmly issued an order to fire: "All aim-120 missiles, launch!"

The aim-120 missiles mounted under the wings of the four F-16 fighter jets were all launched. A total of 8 BVR air-to-air missiles, like eight off-string arrows, flew to the distant target.

At the same time, the four patrolling f-16 fighters also began to turn and deviated from their original course.

These new-style aim-120 missiles already have the ability to ignore the launch after launch. They can hit small targets 100 kilometers away without the need for the aircraft to be illuminated by radar after launch.

This time they are aiming at a demon floating castle the size of a mountain on the radar screen, so the lock-on distance can even be extended to more than 120 kilometers.

It's not that the radar can't make these missiles fly farther, but that the missiles carry insufficient propellant and they can only reach this long distance.

As these missiles were launched, on the bridge of the nuclear-powered battleship Beningan, the flagship of the Northern Fleet, which had already been assembled on the sea, on the bridge of the Northern Fleet’s flagship nuclear-powered battleship. The tea cups are placed on a simple folding table.

His position is a seat specially prepared for the commander-in-chief on the battleship. In the middle of the bridge, there are computer equipment and advanced LCD screen monitors.

At this moment, Bakaroff was sitting in his place, feeling that he had changed from a consul of a magical empire to a commander of the Ailan Hill naval fleet.

When the adjutant handed the message to him, he struggled out of his memories.

"It's our turn to play?" He glanced at the content of the message, and the expression on his face became richer: "Order the fleet to speed up north and bite the opponent's tail at the predetermined location."

"Keep the distance to the opponent! Keep it at about 23 kilometers..." He ordered, and then he heard the helmsman and the communications officer repeating his orders loudly, and then the entire fleet began to accelerate.

The huge and sharp bow cut open the sea, and one after another huge battleship surpassed their highest speed. These cutting-edge warships took the lead and rushed towards the demon forces not far away.

At the same time, the huge artillery on the battleship began to turn a little bit, and the huge triple-mounted turret slightly pointed the muzzle of the 406 mm caliber cannon at the direction of the demon troops in the distance.

The huge semi-automatic loader began to work, pushing powerful shells into the rifled artillery barrel, and then packs of white propellant were loaded into the barrel behind the shells.

A warship weighing 1,000 tons with just one turret, a war machine with such a huge volume that is rarely seen in human history, has just exposed its hideous fangs.

Similarly, in the human position, the soldiers of Ailan Hill were not idle. A group of engineers wearing white isolation suits, holding the cables of the thickness of their arms, plugged half of the electricity output of the entire city into a huge capacitor behind the dam.

And directly above this huge electrical device are rows of cables, and farther in front of the cables is an electromagnetic gun of the same model installed on the sky battleship installed on the base of the dam.

Farther away, a longer cable is connected to another electromagnetic gun of the same model. These electromagnetic guns are ready to be launched at any time.

"Turn off the power!" In the city, an officer put down the stopwatch in his hand, looked at the engineer standing next to the power center, nodded slightly and said: "Cut off all the power in 3 blocks! Transfer everything to Preset position 1 to go up."

"Understood." The engineer nodded slightly, then pressed several switches in front of him, and at the same time turned on several switches that hadn't been lit since it was built.

In the buzzing sound, there were almost no lights that have been extinguished since the last battle of Ferry City, and several areas were dimmed.

And the electricity that was enough to illuminate dozens of cities in the past was sent to the embankment. Those that were built and installed on the embankment’s embankment were used as the power storage device for the new shore defense artillery Ailan Hill Magic Way electromagnetic gun Inside.

"The temperature is rising! The electricity is stable..." The engineer responsible for supplying electricity to all the electromagnetic guns looked at the rising numbers on the computer screen and shouted loudly to everyone behind him.

Hearing his shout, in the corner of this underground bunker, an officer grabbed the phone next to him and reported with his chin up: "Ready, you can start shelling at any time!"

"Lock on the largest target! Use the electromagnetic shell of the largest caliber..." General Durando on the phone side grabbed the handset of the telephone. After hearing the report from his subordinates, he ordered: "Fire when you are ready! Don't wait for me. Order..."

"Understood!" The officer hung up the phone, and then slightly nodded to the officers around him: "Aim at the target and fire immediately after approval!"

"Maximum power output...five, four, three..." The commander in charge of the countdown turned into the microphone and reminded everyone present in a calm tone.

"The state of the electromagnetic orbit is stable..." another technical officer called out, looking at the equipment status monitoring readings on the computer.

"Two, one! Launch!" Without the slightest pause, the officer who counted down saw on the computer screen that the beam of light representing electrical energy was instantly released.

At the same time, he heard a neat muffled sound. The 20 magic conductive magnetic cannons on the dam fired a row of dense shells at the demon troops.

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Today’s update has to be postponed to tomorrow, which is really embarrassing.