"Show those damn bastards the power of my magical origins! They will rout in a panic and not even know what they have been through! "In the empty room, the ethereal voice of the magic source swayed back and forth.

With his wafting voice, many demon-controlled areas, some covered with dry branches and shrubs, were cleared out by demonic soldiers. They removed these covert camouflages, revealing a straight, long airstrip.

These field airfields are the killer features that the demon has been building and preparing! At the end of the runway, covered by camouflage nets, huge planes one after the other had revealed their true colors.

The straight wings and slender fuselage are equipped with a variety of weapons.

The main thing is that the wings of this aircraft are all hand-painted with golden eagle patterns, and even the colors used are the tricolor camouflage used by Iran Hill. The belly and underneath the wings are also painted in camouflaged sky blue.

All of these huge planes have started their engines, and the planes are full of imitation bombs, which are equipped with magic crystals, and the power of the explosion has increased a lot.

Yes, the demon completely imitated the main bomber that Iran Hill was equipped with, and the heavy B-17 bomber with a huge size and a short range was not short.

It is really exactly the same B-17 bomber, not only the appearance is the same, but the engine is even exactly the same, in order to support so many bombers, the demon even built its own gasoline factory, using the technology stolen by the puppet empire to refine high-purity aviation gasoline.

But even so, they were unable to produce qualified aviation gasoline, and in the end they had to sacrifice some flight performance to barely get these planes to a level that could take off.

"A whole 1,000 human bombers! By the time they reacted, they could only watch their army be destroyed by bombs! A demon confidently looked at the B-17 bomber in front of him as it slid off, confident in the plan of the Origin of Magic.

After all, these replica bombers are equipped with Irlanhill's identification system of friend or foe, which will deceive Irlanhill's various detection devices and eventually achieve the purpose of infiltration.

For the demons, the Divine Attendant troops penetrating deep into the enemy camp are just a prelude to creating chaos, and these bombers are the ones who will further increase the chaos!

As long as the plan is successful, they can further cause chaos, and then let the follow-up demon army sweep through the human occupation area, and wipe out all these humans.

After destroying the invading forces of the humans, they can counterattack the Magic Continent, using the individual combat advantage of the god acolytes to eat away at the enemy little by little, and finally turn the tide of the war.

Of course, this is their plan, and 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 forward.

They will take advantage of the chaos to join the battle and use their numerical superiority to crush the invading forces of the Magic Continent.

For the first time since the Battle of the Storm Isles, the demon forces have gathered such a large number of troops, and this is almost the last of their 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 was looking at something wrong, or he thought there was something wrong with his screen. So he tapped the keyboard a few times, recalibrated his radar display, and found that his machine was still showing a result that surprised him.

"Sir! You'd better come and check this out! He held up one of his arms and motioned for his commander to come over and look at the strange radar screen.

The officer on duty put down the teacup in his hand, walked behind him, and saw the display on the radar: "This is ...... Radar reflection parameters of the B-17 bomber...... Returning? ”

"I'm afraid not." The radar operation non-commissioned officer shook his head, and a smile appeared on his face: "Look at this again." ”

He pointed to the radar reflection icons of these "returning" bombers, which had a strange marking.

"They have a friend or foe identification signal...... Looking at the red logo on the radar screen, the officer on duty also had a wonderful expression: "It's just last year's friend or foe identification signal?" ”

"Yes, sir." The non-commissioned officer cracked the corners of his mouth and said: "If it wasn't for our Air Force's brain to get into the water, it was ......"

"That's the brains of these demons." Grabbing the phone next to the radar operator's operation panel, the officer on duty said with a smile: "Pick up the Air Force liaison officer...... Verify your battle plan to see if you are using expired identification signals or foe...... Okay, I got it. ”

His expression became even more exciting, and he hung up the phone: "It seems that it is not our Air Force commander who has water in his head...... It's those damn demons who are hilarious. Let the air defense forces open fire, there is nothing to say. ”

"Got it!" The radar operator tapped the keypad twice and sent all the data out.

Then the entire Iran Hill field unit was drowned in a sea of joy. Field anti-aircraft weapons raised their own barrels or missile launchers.

And the fighters on duty in the sky, under the control of the pilot, rushed to the direction where the enemy planes were rushing.

It's been a long time since they've discovered such a large-scale demon force air force, and it's a good day for them to brush up their battle results.

"Today is a good day." Olanke flew off the runway in his F-15 fighter jet, and because of the large number of AIM-120 air-to-air missiles on board, his plane taxied for a long distance before flying heavily into the air.

Soon, his wingman also followed, and the two planes began to climb with a roar, and it took a lot of effort for them to raise their altitude to the 10,000-meter level for interception.

"yes, it's a good day." The wingman pilot nodded, echoing the long plane's words.

"Hurry up, we have to shoot down as many enemy planes as possible......" Orlanke glanced at the missile status of the computer self-test, and said: "Whether you can become a super ace or not depends on this battle!" ”

Hearing this, the expression on the wingman pilot's face lit up, he was also a veteran of shooting down a lot of demonic bats, this time...... He really wanted to hit the title that once made him yearn for it infinitely.

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Tomorrow will continue to make up for the update. That's all for today.