A Boeing 737 modified military aircraft hovers over the edge of demon-controlled land, and a little higher, two F-15 fighter jets have just received in-flight refueling, and they are responsible for protecting the expensive Boeing 737 aircraft and safely carrying out their mission on the edge of the area controlled by the demon forces.

The Boeing 737 is responsible for dropping buoys on the nearby coastline that can pass back to nearby water ripples and determine where a large port is appropriate.

Although it is not too far from Angchar, it is still a very complicated matter to land in the demon-controlled area.

The landing plan is divided into two plans, one is to focus on the naval fleet of Iran Hill, take control of the beach and defeat all the demon forces in the vicinity, and build a huge landing field.

The other plan is a little easier, that is, the Dragon Emperor Albert continues to open a new portal, this time near the land, so that Ellan Hill's army can directly enter the Demon Realm.

Chris and his commanders prefer to implement the two schemes together, building a solid landing ground and opening a portal at the same time.

However, it is not without cost to let the Dragon Emperor Albert consume his magic power again - all the decision-makers of Ellan Hill, including Chris, prefer to solve the problem on their own without relying on external forces.

So, these expensive water-streaked planes were dispatched to the vicinity of the intended landing site and began to scout the conditions there.

The Navy believes that they can take control of any landing site and clear all the demonic naval fleets in the vicinity.

It's just that they need time to find a suitable place to land, and once they have control of it, a place where they can build a port.

The original plan was to find the harbor that the demons had already established, attack and occupy it. However, this plan is a bit difficult, as it seems that the devil is on the coastline close to Angshire, and there is no ideal port city for the Iran Hill navy to choose from.

This is probably the most frustrating thing: you can capture any enemy city, but the enemy doesn't......

"The No. 3 buoy is thrown...... Good signal transmission...... We seem to have found the port address we wanted. A sonar buoy operator looked at the stereoscopic image on the computer and reported on the intercom.

"Less than 100 km away, it's an ideal landing beach. Once the troops have landed, they can advance here in a day, and then start building a port here. Beside him, another officer leaned back in his chair and spoke.

Behind them, another group of people was comparing the map that had been repeatedly scouted: "I saw a demonic village nearby, and the coordinates were marked on the map. ”

"That village...... It doesn't seem to exist today. The officer at the head took a pencil and drew a cross on the village, with a nonchalant expression.

Along the way, they've destroyed several similar villages, so they've become very numb to this kind of thing.

As they spoke, on the other side of the sky, twenty B-52 bombers, laden with conventional bombs, whizzed above the clouds.

These bombers, which were responsible for attacking ground targets, reached their targets at great speed.

Immediately after, the F-52 fighters, covering these B-15 bombers, broke out of the queue and climbed higher into the air, searching the sky over the entire theater of operations with radar.

The B-52 bombers that flew to their targets slowly opened the bomb bays under their bellies.

The air flow poured into the bomber's bomb bay, and the bombs inside were also illuminated by the sunlight pouring into the cabin. In the next second, these genetic bombs, incendiary bombs, and cluster bombs mixed with the mounts were separated from the bomb pylons one by one in order.

The goddess scattered flowers, and bombs as dense as raindrops fell staggering in the sky. The time-delay fuse spun rapidly in the wind, and the bombs scattered little by little with the air current, covering a large area of the sky.

On the ground, a group of demon dogs tearing at carrion raised their heads, and they raised their heads to the sky, as if sensing danger coming.

In the otherwise peaceful village, a seductive succubus pushed open the dilapidated door and frowned at the restless demon dog cubs in the distance.

She followed the gaze of the demon dog and looked up at the sky, and at this time, the dull roar of the engine had drowned out the sound of the waves in the distance, and became clear.

"Enemy...... Those are infidels! "At the door of another house, a blue-faced, fanged demon woman from a B-52 bomber above the white clouds was already seen, pointing to the sky and shouting loudly.

Her man had been drafted away, leaving only the dilapidated hamlet, and some of the old and sick. They depend on fishing for their livelihood, and their productivity is largely prehistoric.

Now they saw the bombers soaring high, just as the indigenous Africans saw the B-2 bombers with awe in their eyes.

"Boom!" In the distance, in the clearing, next to two small boats that had been dragged ashore, the first bomb kicked up a cloud of gravel.

Then, in the next second, closer to the village, a huge explosion shattered the rocks, turning a reef on the shore into a huge crater in an instant.

Immediately after, scattered cluster bombs flooded the entire village. The demon woman who was still standing at the door was engulfed in the sea of fire in an instant.

Before she could turn around, the seductive succubus saw a raindrop-shaped object land between her feet, and then set off a rain of steel that eroded her slender body.

Her entire body, along with the house behind her, even the simple foundations of this house, and everything in the house, disappeared into this world.

Moreover, she would not know that those bombs covered all the nearby open space and completely vaporized everything.

The demon dogs scattered and fled, desperately trying to get away from this terrible place. They ran desperately, only to be overwhelmed by the spreading flames.

Just a few seconds later, a burned demon dog limped along the edge of the burning flames, and the poor seaside village was now left with nothing.

Overhead, the B-52 bombers were returning home, and the escorting F-15 fighters were back in formation.

Soon these planes will converge with the air tankers, and the targets they attack will no longer exist in this world.

Angchar, the landing ship full of soldiers has left the coast, and the fleet, which has no edge in sight, is pulling anchor and setting sail.