In the woods, the demon soldier who was arranging his armor narrowed his eyes and raised his head to look at the sky above him. Through the lush foliage, he saw one B-52 bomber after another, flying over his head.

He dropped his shoulder armor and ran to the edge of the woods with his sword, and then saw the B-52 bombers dropping cluster bombs into the dense woods behind him.

The sound of dense explosions drowned out all sounds, and the silence of noon was abruptly broken. Without warning, the human attack began in horror.

"That'...... That's where the main force of our 10,000-strong team is stationed...... They, how would they know? Glaring at him, he didn't know who he was questioning, this demon soldier had witnessed the destruction of his unit.

Such a thing, on this peaceful noon, happened all over the coastline, in countless places.

The same question, also through different mouths, was asked to different people: "They, how will they know that our troops are stationed there?" ”

The heavy bomber unit had just left, and wisps of black smoke were still rising from the entire forest. Before the remnants of the demon forces who had escaped from the bombardment could catch their breath, hordes of attack aircraft followed.

A-10 attack aircraft, taking off from the Sky Battleship, circled in the sky, then swooped down and poured 30 mm caliber shells onto the positions of the demon troops.

Those 30-millimeter anti-aircraft gun positions, although laid on the edge of the woods and carefully camouflaged, were quickly greeted by precision-guided bombs and turned into piles of scrap metal.

The demon giants, equipped with heavy armor, were hit by Tomahawk cruise missiles before they could line up, shrapnel shredded the flesh of these poor giants, and the flames burned the souls of these poor giants.

The demonic defensive position, which was already sparse and airy, collapsed and shattered in a moment under such an attack.

The demon soldiers who lost their command had to fight on their own, and before they could organize themselves, they were scattered by various missiles and bombs, wolves rushed to the pigs, and ghosts cried wolves.

Chris's soul from another world tastefully named this otherworldly landing "Overlord", but in fact, this unprecedented large-scale landing operation was not Normandy in another world at all.

The Germans in Normandy had at least their own fortified Atlantic ramparts, and at least one battalion of troops was deployed on Omaha Beach.

They still have at least machine guns, 88 mm caliber anti-aircraft cannons, and a few pitiful howitzers to support the entire defense line, and they are backed by instructors and Führer Youth Divisions behind them.

But at this moment, the demons deployed on the beach, they have nothing, they only have the long sword in their hands, and the fireball technique that can only fly to a height of 100 meters, to guard their defense line!

And it was the U.S. military in the twenty-first century that attacked them, if you count the sky battleships and electromagnetic guns, the troops of Iran Hill are even more terrifying than the Bald Eagle Empire on the earth!

Before the smoke on the ground had cleared, and while the explosions were still loud and loud, the C-130 transport plane, which was as dense as a cloud and countless numbers, flew over the landing site.

On the way here, the paratrooper transport planes, which had been refueled in the air, slowly opened their wide hatches.

Because of the existence of a new weapon, such as a powered exoskeleton, there are some changes to the parachute jump steps of Alan Hill's paratroopers.

They no longer jump out of the plane through the hatches on both sides, but uniformly jump out of the tail and open their own parachutes in the sky.

Parachutes bloomed in the sky like edelweiss, and the paratroopers of Iran Hill began with great fanfare.

There's nothing fancy, and there's no false targets or anything like that. With the most domineering gesture, Iran Hill announced a message to the natives of the Demon Realm: We are here!

The noise of aircraft engines is the best drums of war, Navy Sidewinder gunships are everywhere, rockets pull white smoke trails under the feet of paratroopers.

The 406 mm guns on the battleships were roaring, and the fortifications laid out by the demon forces on the beach were destroyed in the explosion, leaving only a black crater the size of half a football field.

The only floating fortress was falling in smoke, and the noisy TU-22M Backfire bombers circled around the crashed demonic castle. The supersonic anti-ship missiles they launched destroyed the behemoth, and now it is a glorious moment for these supersonic bombers to celebrate their victory.

The landing, which was supposed to wait two hours to begin later, began almost at the same time as the airborne. Landing craft and hovercraft of all kinds, carrying all kinds of weapons and equipment, rushed to the deserted beach.

Heidi Kannon, who was standing beside Bakalov, put down the binoculars in his hand, shook his head and prepared to leave: "I'd better go ashore with the second batch of landing troops, there is no enemy ...... there at all"

This miracle marshal from Norma saw the elite forces of Iran Hill attack for the first time. Although he had already learned everything in front of him with the knowledge magic ball, he was still shocked.

What he saw could no longer be described as war, it was a completely otherworldly version of an armed tour.

It is no exaggeration to say that even if a monkey is put in his current position, the war will inevitably end in the victory of Iran Hill.

"The 1st Marine Division will be ashore in no time, and your armored forces will be able to get enough landing grounds in no time!" Bakarov smirked at Heidi Karnon's back.

"Forget it! The biggest danger in this battle is that when my tank comes ashore, don't press your soldiers' feet......" Heidi Cannon, laughing at himself, walked out of the bridge command center as if it were an afternoon tea party.

The envisaged brutal landing battle did not happen at all, or the expected tragic landing battle was itself an illusion that a certain high-ranking officer of the General Staff himself came up with to find something to do for his subordinates.

The entire fleet was almost venting their emotions in an open field, and then a group of fierce soldiers with weapons in hand rushed onto the beach full of craters and smoke bombs.

They were greeted by elite paratroopers who were also wearing power exoskeleton armor and holding large-caliber assault rifles in their hands.

Of course, the only thing they didn't see was the stubborn demon army stationed here......