Chapter 678: set sail
A Boeing 737-modified military aircraft hovered on the edge of the demon-controlled land. At a higher place, two f-15 fighter jets had just received aerial refueling. They were responsible for protecting this expensive Boeing 737 aircraft, safely in the demon. Tasks are performed on the edge of the area controlled by the force.
This Boeing 737 aircraft is responsible for dropping buoys on the nearby coastline. These buoys can be transmitted back to the nearby water ripples and can also determine where a large port is suitable for construction.
Although it is not too far away from Anger's Char, landing in a demon-controlled area is still a very complicated matter.
The landing plan is divided into two sets of plans, one is based on Ailan Hill's naval fleet, which controls the beach and defeats all the demon forces nearby to establish a huge landing field.
Another plan is easier, that is, Dragon King Albert continues to open a new portal, this time near the land, directly allowing Ailan Hill's army to enter the demon world.
Chris and his commanders are more inclined to implement the two plans together, establishing a stable landing field while opening a portal.
However, let the dragon king Albert consume his magic power again, this kind of thing is not without cost for all Ailan Hill decision-makers, including Chris, they are more inclined to solve the problem by themselves without relying on external forces.
As a result, these expensive watermark detection aircraft were dispatched to the vicinity of the expected landing site and began to investigate various conditions there.
The navy believes that they can control any landing site and clear all nearby demon naval fleets.
It's just that they need time to find a place suitable for landing, as well as a place where they can build a port after controlling it.
The original plan was to find the port where the devil had already established, attack and occupy there. But this plan is a bit difficult, because it seems that the devil is on the coastline near Angershire, and there is no ideal port city for the Airan Hill Navy to choose.
This may be the most depressing thing: you can capture any enemy city, but the enemy has no city...
"The throwing of buoy No. 3 is completed... The signal is transmitted well... We seem to have found the desired port address." A sonar buoy operator looked at the stereo image on the computer and reported on the phone.
"A place less than 100 kilometers away from here is an ideal landing beach. After the troops have landed, they can advance to this place within a day, and then begin to build a port here." By his side, another officer leaned comfortably in his chair. Go up, speak.
Behind them, another group of personnel is comparing the map that has been repeatedly investigated: "I saw a village of a demon nearby, and the coordinates have been marked on the map."
"That village... doesn't seem to exist today." The officer in charge took a pencil and drew a cross on the village, his expression indifferent.
Along the way, they have destroyed several similar villages, so they are very numb to this kind of thing.
While they were talking, in the sky on the other side, twenty b-52 bombers full of conventional bombs whizzed past the clouds.
These bombers, which were responsible for attacking ground targets, reached their targets at extremely fast speeds.
Immediately afterwards, the F-15 fighters covering these b-52 bombers got out of the queue and climbed to a higher air, searching the sky of the entire theater with radar.
And those B-52 bombers that came close to the target slowly opened the bomb bays under their belly.
The air flow poured into the bomb bay of the bomber, and the bombs inside were also illuminated by the sunlight pouring into the cabin. In the next second, these mixed gene bombs, incendiary bombs, and cluster bombs left the bomb rack one by one in order.
The goddess scattered flowers, and bombs that were dense as raindrops swayed and fell in the sky. The time-lapse fuze turned rapidly in the wind, and along with the air current, the bombs spread out little by little, covering a large area of the sky.
On the ground, a group of devil dogs who were tearing carrion raised their heads. They screamed up to the sky, seeming to find that danger is coming.
In the originally quiet village, a seductive succubus pushed open the dilapidated door, frowning and looking at the disturbed demon dog puppies in the distance.
Following the devil dog's gaze, she raised her head to look at the sky. At this time, the dull engine roar had already overshadowed the sound of the distant waves and became clear.
"Enemies...those are heretics!" At the door of another house, a demon woman with blue faces and fangs from the b-52 bomber above the white clouds was already seen, pointing to the sky and shouting loudly.
Her man has been called up to leave, leaving only this dilapidated small village with some old, weak, sick and disabled. They depend on fishing for a living, and their productivity is basically in the prehistoric era.
Now, they saw the soaring bomber, just as the African natives saw the b-2 bomber with awe in their eyes.
"Boom!" In the open space in the distance, beside the two boats towed ashore, the first bomb lifted a piece of gravel.
Then, in the next second, closer to the village, a huge explosion shattered the rocks, instantly turning a reef on the shore into a huge crater.
Immediately afterwards, the scattered cluster bombs flooded the entire village. The demon woman who was still standing at the door was swallowed up in the flames in an instant.
Before turning around, the seductive succubus only saw a raindrop-shaped thing fall between his feet, and then set off a rainstorm of steel, eroding her slender body.
Her whole body, together with the house behind her, even the simple foundation of the house, and everything in the house, disappeared into this world.
Moreover, she wouldn't know that those bombs covered all nearby open spaces and completely evaporated everything.
The devil dogs ran away, desperately trying to get away from this terrible place. They ran desperately, but they were all overwhelmed by the spreading flames.
Just a few seconds later, a burnt devil dog limped on the edge of the burning flames. The original poor seaside village now has nothing left.
Above it, the b-52 bombers were returning, and the escorted f-15 fighters rejoined the formation.
Soon these planes will converge with aerial tankers, and the targets they attacked no longer exist in this world.
Angershire, the landing ship full of soldiers has left the coast, and the fleet that can't be seen at a glance is pulling anchors and setting sail.
