"Are those demons the same as those in the manual? Is it that ugly? "A paratrooper is wielding a shovel and laying dirt on the front of the trench.

His companions were also digging through the dirt beneath their feet with tactical shovels, and next to them was a small river that didn't look very wide.

They had tried the depth of the river before, and the deepest part was probably less than 2 meters deep, and if they found some shallow areas, it seemed that the larger demon dogs could cross the river directly.

Because of this, the commanders of the paratrooper units believed that they should deploy defenses along the entire river, rather than concentrating on a few dangerous places where they could swim across.

"I've heard that the real thing is even uglier!" Another paratrooper slammed his shovel against the earthen wall in front of him and answered: "And as it is written in the manual, the weapons in our hands can penetrate the skin of the other side, and the lethality is sufficient." ”

"I don't believe what the technicians wrote, and only when I see it with my own eyes will I think it's true." The paratrooper, who was the first to speak, stopped, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and spoke.

Not far behind these chatting paratroopers, Hart, the division commander in charge of commanding these paratroopers, looked at the map and complained to several of his staff officers: "We have 3,000 people, and we are probably responsible for 1.5 kilometers of defensive frontage, and the pressure is already very high. ”

"yes, ammunition is pretty good, that's the only good news, and because we're the only troops in the war, the entire Greken Air Force can support us." A staff officer said.

The other staff officer nodded: "I have just contacted the bomber force, they have already drawn up an attack plan, and the operation will start soon." ”

"That's really good news." General Hart nodded, continued to look at the map, and said, "It seems that our left flank will not be breached, because it is Grecken who is defending on that side, and the main threat to us is the right side, where we can only defend with the increased depth and width of the river......"

"yes, very unsafe. We carry a limited number of mines, most of which are laid in this direction. The first staff officer pointed his finger at a rough map and said.

"There is also a garrison of about 200 men deployed in this direction, and we have left almost half of our tanks near the right side." Another staff officer also said: "This is the greatest force we can draw up." ”

Hart nodded a little uneasily, then looked at the sky with a frown, and he heard the oppressive sound of the engine, which was the inevitable sound of the Air Force when it was out in droves.

Just as he looked up, all the paratroopers noticed the plane above them, and everyone stopped what they were doing and looked curiously at the friendly troops flying in formation.

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Those B-25 bombers were next to each other, obscuring the sky from the sky. In the sky above these bombers, there was also a formation of P-51 Mustang fighters escorting the escort.

The two formations are superimposed, making the entire fleet look more encrypted and impermeable. Hart lowered his head to look at Vivien, who was standing beside him, and asked, "Are you sure that no demon can go to heaven now?" ”

"I'm very sure that a ...... Hours ago, I was still fighting these demons...... The skies are relatively safe, and they only have a few two-headed demon dogs, which can fire at the air with some low-level magic. Vivien said firmly.

She wasn't used to using Ellan Hill's unit of time statistics, but she had to admit that it was a very effective and accurate time system. So, when talking to the Elan Hill troops, she would take the initiative to use words that were unfamiliar to Grecken.

Hart nodded slightly, and then looked at the group of bombers that had already flown into the distance. There were almost 200 bombers, and that's just the first batch of bombers to support them.

……

In the sky, the Iran Hill pilots were checking their flight altitude as their planes were filled with super bombs for bombing, and some of them were loaded with Ran Hill's mother of bombs, the powerful cloudburst bombs.

In the air, the plane jolted slightly, and everyone was preoccupied, after all, it was the first time they had fought a demon they had never met.

It can be seen that everyone is nervous, but because there are a large number of fighter troops escorting overhead, this tension is still limited.

"Height 4000! According to the intelligence, we are about to make contact with the target! The navigator checked the map and the data provided by Greken, and shouted to his comrades, "Watch your step! They can appear at any time! ”

"Discover the target! Discover the target! The pilot who was flying at the front shouted loudly to the navigator next to him: "Do you see the step?" See the moving earth? Drop the bomb! ”

"Open the hatch! Open the hatch! Get ready to drop the bomb! Inside the radio, there was a cacophony of voices, all the crew members were busy, and countless shouts echoed in the headphones: "Descend altitude!" Drop in height! 2000 meters on it! There is no anti-aircraft artillery fire on the other side! ”

"Damn it! We don't need to aim at all! There's all those damn demons down there! One of the bombardiers took his eyes off the sight and shouted to his comrades: "Don't save bullets, fire!" ”

"Bump Bump!" The 20 mm caliber cannon mounted on the nose began to roar, and the tracer bullets rushed to the ground, directly strafing the dense sea of demon dogs, and in an instant these demon dogs were swept down, and the demon dogs behind began to flexibly avoid these attacking ammunition.

However, there are some things that they can't avoid. Because above their heads, all the B-25 bombers have slowly opened their bomb bays.

"Bomb dropping begins! Bomb Dropping Begins! "On the radio, all the commanders were ordering the bombs to be dropped, and all the bombardiers had pressed the control switch to start dropping the bombs.

"Click!" "Click!" With the sound of metal grinding, one bomb after another broke out of the B-25's bomb bay. The bombs were scattered in the air current, eventually forming a straight line with the plane's flight trajectory.

Because of the resistance, the bombs quickly fell headfirst and smashed into the sea of demon dogs.

The next second, the explosion began. A huge flame exploded in the middle of the demon dogs, and countless shrapnel flew across the flesh.

The shockwave sliced through the surrounding demon dogs at once, and the demon dogs in the distance were smashed into a sieve by explosive fragments like bullets before they could dodge.

The explosions were one after the other, as if they had spread a blanket in the sea of demon dogs.

The most famous carpet bombing of World War II, the air force pilots of Iran Hill accurately and effectively replicated it when they first fought against demons.

"Hit the target! I think it's a bit weird to shout like this, and here are all the targets! A bombardier looked at his comrades and complained loudly.

As these bombers swept past the large army of demon dogs, the corpses of demon dogs devoured by the explosion stretched for several kilometers, and the charred craters and broken flesh were everywhere, completely rendering the originally beautiful plain into a field of death.

"The attack worked! The attack worked! We don't have any more bombs! Let's start heading back now! The commander of the bomber unit commanded loudly over the radio.

"You can leave first! We'll take care of the rest! In the radio channel of the P-51 Mustang fighter unit, flying higher in the sky, a determined voice replied.

Immediately afterward, after the bomber force began to return, the P-51 Mustang fighter group, which had been on alert over the battlefield near the clouds, began to fly sideways one by one, rushing towards the regrouped demon dog troops.

"Fire! Fire! Break them up! "With one Mustang after another dive, the second round of attacks has begun.

Equipped with large-caliber aerial guns, the Mustang fighters began to roar, and the tracer shells of the 30mm cannon cut a bloody path among the demon dogs.

"That's too little ammunition! Run out of ammunition in one dive! Inside the headphones, there were pilots complaining loudly.

Although the power is ensured, the performance of the modified Mustang fighter is really inferior to the original - because the 30 mm caliber cannon on the wing is larger, which affects the roll performance of the aircraft, and also affects the fluid structure of the wing.

But the impact of flight performance is still a trifle, after all, there are not many things that can catch up with the P-51 fighter in the sky. But the reduction in the amount of ammunition carried made the pilots a little depressed.

Their firepower is for the Eternal Empire or Grecken, and it seems a bit overkill to fight a demon dog.

As fighter jets swooped and strafed, the demon dogs on the ground began to mess up again, roaring at the sky, but they didn't seem to have a good way to get the target above their heads.

Soon, however, they were up to the ground again, and began to rush towards the small river called the Ball River.

It seems that they are indeed unable to use magic or attack targets in the sky, and the only thing they are afraid of is that they are so large that they can be said to be endless.

Standing on the high ground and watching the explosions in the distance, the giant wolf Boken looked at Vivian beside him with some shock: "I can't see it, those who have no magical breath...... Mortal flying machines, it's still very powerful......"

"yes, the point is...... Like those demons, they have enough......" Vivien stared at the exploding distance, a little relieved.