A heavy C-17 transport plane was clumsily flying in the sky, this plane was full of supplies, so it flew at a much lower altitude.

It flew slowly at an altitude near the clouds, and the crew stared wearily at the distant ground, maneuvering their plane as smoothly as possible.

They don't have the means to use autonomous driving because the map of the world hasn't been fully mapped yet.

Therefore, in the Demon Realm, pilots can only rely on their own piloting skills, rather than autopilot, to handle most of the flight time.

This can easily make pilots fatigue, but also has an impact on flight safety, last month, a pilot because of fatigue driving, crashed into a demon mountain.

Two pilots were killed, and the matter was sent to the Air Force High Command, where General Butolia convened an emergency meeting to warn all his senior Air Force commanders to pay extra attention to the problem of pilots' fatigue.

Despite this, many pilots have to go above and beyond the reach of many transport and patrol tasks due to the sheer number of tasks.

There is no way, because the reconnaissance satellites of the Demon Realm have not yet been fully covered, so the Air Force has to complete most of the reconnaissance missions by itself.

In addition, with the advent of winter, ground transportation began to become difficult, and many front-line transportation tasks could only be transferred to the Air Force transport aircraft units to complete.

If it weren't for the miraculous means of transportation such as floating transport ships, the Air Force would have been ten times busier than it is now.

"Ahead is the city designated by the devil......" Looking at the coordinates on the map, the co-pilot pilot in charge of piloting pointed to the target on the horizon ahead and shouted to the pilot next to him.

"Looks like this is it." Shaking the lever in front of him slightly, the driver twisted his neck, then pressed the intercom switch on the collar, and opened his mouth to contact: "Escort 332, escort 332, this is Amusement Park No. 3, here is Amusement Park No. 3!" ”

"I'm Escort 332, I'm Escort 332, everything is fine! There are no problems with our routes, there are no dangerous targets in the nearby airspace! Inside the headphones, a calm voice came.

The pilot released the button on the intercom and looked out of the porthole on his left, where he saw the F-15 fighter jet flying on the side of his transport plane.

The F-15 fighter had auxiliary fuel tanks under the fuselage and had previously undergone an in-flight refueling. It is still very difficult for fighters to keep up with the range of the C-17 transport aircraft.

Then, retracting his gaze from the direction of the porthole, the pilot of the transport plane pressed the switch of the intercom again, and said: "I have seen the target city, and the operation can begin." ”

"I'll climb some heights...... Then the radar is turned on to monitor all suspicious targets in the vicinity...... "the pilot of the F-15 fighter immediately replied.

"Okay, I'm continuing to fly along the route they gave us......" After the pilot of the transport plane finished speaking, he pressed the switch on the intercom overhead: "Open the hatch!" Get ready to drop our cargo out! ”

The stevedore, who had been waiting for an order in the slightly bumpy cargo hold, stood up from his folding position with his headset on his headset and gave a thumbs up to his two men: "It's work!" Guys! ”

The other two stevedores also stood up, checked their safety ropes, and then began to methodically check the supplies in the hold.

The stevedore at the head went straight to the tail of the plane and pressed a switch on it.

The tail hatch of the C-17 began to slowly open, and a cold air stream immediately poured into the cargo hold.

The stevedores, who were already wearing very thick clothes, still felt the cold, after all, it was already winter here, and they were still working at an altitude of thousands of meters.

"Three, two, one!" After a simple countdown, the stevedore, who was guarding the hatch, swung his arms, and his two men pushed dozens of boxes of cargo held together into the hold.

The huge dozens of boxes of cargo that were fixed together suddenly rushed out of the cargo hold of the plane, and immediately tumbled and fell in the sky.

A few seconds later, a small parachute suddenly bloomed on top of the pile of supplies, and the pile of cargo finally stopped rolling, and was pulled by the small parachute, stabilizing its shape.

Then, the small umbrella dragged out more and larger parachutes, and the three huge parachutes opened together and bloomed in clusters at once, like a bunch of beautiful white flowers.

"A: The supplies are delivered! B supplies start to be delivered! "Seeing that the supplies leaving the fuselage opened the parachute fixed above, the stevedore waved his arm again.

"Boom ......" Because there were rotating pulleys underneath, the two stevedores easily pushed another huge stack of boxes that had been secured.

The pile of boxes was also exited from the plane's cabin and then tumbled and fell in the sky. Like the first pile, it then opened a small parachute, and after stabilizing itself, the main parachute opened with it.

"C materials start to put ......" is the same action repeated, and another stack of materials slowly falls in the sky.

"D supplies start to drop ......" while pushing the materials in front of him, while repeating the number of the materials, the stevedore in charge of airdropping these materials muttered quietly: "I really didn't think that we would do such a thing." ”

"It's all a mission anyway, is there a difference between you pushing a bomb down and something else pushing it down?" The other stevedore was unimpressed, and said to his colleague.

"This is over the damn Demon Occupation Zone! We are a transport aircraft crew...... Damn, if I had known, the transports would have done this kind of duty, and I would have gone on duty. The two men worked together to push the D supplies out of the plane, and the complaining stevedore continued to complain.

"Be content! Do you know that a month ago, the field airfield on the front line was attacked by divine attendants, and the ground crews participated in the battle, and how many were killed in the battle? The other stevedore grumbled, then motioned for his companion to continue his work.

They also had to push the rest of the supplies out of the plane, which was not an easy job. The cold wind was whipping against their faces, and they wouldn't even be able to chat if it weren't for the noise-canceling headphones.

In the hunting wind, the two of them had no interest in continuing to complain, so they lowered their heads and pushed one after another huge and fixed supplies out of the plane along the slide.

They kept busy, until the slender, spacious cargo compartment was empty.