Chapter 763:
"Let those **** **** appreciate the power of my magic source! They will be defeated in panic, and don't even know what they have gone through!" In the empty room, the vain voice of the magic source swayed back and forth.
With his floating voice, many areas controlled by the devil, some areas covered with dry branches and shrubs, were cleared out by the demon soldiers. They removed the concealed camouflage, revealing a straight, long airstrip.
These field airports are the killers that the demons have been building and preparing for! At the end of the runway, where the camouflage nets are covered, a huge plane next to each other has revealed their original features.
Straight wings and slender fuselage are equipped with various weapons.
The most important thing is that the wings of this aircraft are all hand-painted with golden eagle patterns, and even the colors used are the three-color camouflage used by Ailan Hill. The belly and under the wings are also painted in camouflage sky blue.
All these huge planes have started their engines, and the planes are full of fake bombs. These bombs are equipped with magic spar, and the power of the explosion has increased a lot.
Yes, the demon completely imitated the main bomber equipped by Ailan Hill, the heavy-duty B-17 bomber with huge size and long range.
It’s really exactly the same b-17 bomber. Not only is the shape the same, but the engine is even the same. In order to support so many bombers, the demon even built its own gasoline factory, using the technology stolen from the puppet empire to refine the high Pure aviation gasoline.
But even so, they are still unable to produce qualified aviation gasoline. In the end, they can only sacrifice some flight performance and barely make these aircraft reach the level that can take off.
"A whole thousand human bombers! By the time they reacted, they could only watch their army being destroyed by bombs!" A demon confidently looked at the b-17 bomber that was rolling and taking off in front of him. He was right. The plan of the source of magic is very confident.
After all, these imitation bombers are equipped with Ailan Hill's identification friend or foe system, which will deceive Ailan Hill's various detection devices, and finally achieve the purpose of sneaking in.
For the devil, the intrusion of the servants of the gods into the enemy camp is only a prelude to creating chaos, and these bombers are the only way to further increase chaos!
As long as the plan is successful, they can further create chaos, and then let the subsequent demon army sweep the human occupation area and wipe out all these humans.
After annihilating the human invading forces, they can counterattack the Magic Continent, take advantage of the single-soldier combat advantage of the servant, cannibalize the enemy a little bit, and finally reverse the war situation.
Of course, this is their plan. As for whether their plan will succeed, only God knows.
When one after another Demon B-17 camouflage bombers took off and formed in the air, countless demon troops on the ground were also advancing.
They will take advantage of the chaos to join the battle and use their numerical advantage to break the invading troops of the magic continent to pieces.
After the Battle of the Storm Isles, the Demon Army assembled such a large army for the first time, and this was almost their last army.
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On the sky 1 floating battleship, the non-commissioned officer in charge of radar control stared at the screen, and then frowned.
He thought he had read it wrong, or he thought there was a problem with his screen. So he tapped the keyboard a few times, recalibrated his radar display, and then found that his machine still showed a result that surprised him.
"Sir! You better come and look at this!" He raised one of his arms and motioned to his sir to come and look at the weird radar screen.
The officer on duty put down the tea cup in his hand, walked behind him, and saw the display on the radar: "This is... the radar reflection parameters of the b-17 bomber... the return?"
"I'm afraid not." The radar operator shook his head, with a smile on his face: "Look at this again."
He pointed to the radar reflection icons of these "returning" bombers, which had a strange label on them.
"They have identification foe or foe..." Looking at the red mark on the radar screen, the officer on duty also had a wonderful expression: "Is it just the identification foe or foe signal of last year?"
"Yes, sir." The non-commissioned officer cracked the corners of his mouth and said, "If it wasn't our Air Force's brain that got flooded, it would be..."
"That's because the brains of these demons are flooded." Grabbing the phone next to the radar operator's operation panel, the officer on duty said with a smile: "Take the air force liaison officer...Verify your combat plan and confirm whether it is used. The expired identification friend or foe signal... Okay, I get it."
His expression became more exciting, and he hung up the phone: "It doesn't appear that our air force commander's head is flooded...it's those **** demons who are making fun. Let the air defense forces open fire, there is nothing to say."
"Understood!" The radar operator tapped the keyboard twice, and then sent all the data.
Then, the entire Ailan Hill field troops were submerged in a sea of joy. Field air defense weapons have raised their own barrels or missile launchers.
And the fighters on duty in the sky, under the control of the pilots, rushed to the direction where the enemy planes rushed.
They haven't found such a large-scale demon force air force for a long time. This is a good day for them to brush up their record.
"Today is a good day." Orange flew his f-15 fighter jet from the runway. Because of the large number of aim-120 air-to-air missiles, his plane taxied for a long distance before it was heavy. Flew into the air.
Soon, his wingman followed, and the two planes roared and began to climb. It took a lot of effort before they raised their altitude to the level of 10,000 meters dedicated to interception.
"Yes, today is a good day." The wingman nodded, echoing the commander's words.
"Hurry up, we have to shoot down as many enemy aircraft as possible..." Orange glanced at the missile status of the computer's self-check, and said: "Whether you can become a super trump card depends on this battle!"
Hearing this sentence, the expression on the face of the wingman pilot brightened. He was also a veteran who shot down a lot of demon bats. This time... he really wanted to attack, the title that once made him yearn for infinitely-
I will continue to make changes tomorrow. That's it for today.
