Standing on the flight deck of the Sky Battleship, the young pilots, dressed in a variety of equipment, were standing in a row listening to their mission.

Due to the need for defense and security, the Sky Fleet hovered most of the time in the area controlled by the Elanhill Empire.

Their role is similar to a mobile airfield on the front line, a mobile super battery, and a mobile strongest command center.

When they move to a suitable distance, the aircraft they carry can be put into the battlefield in batches.

Obviously, with the continuous advance of the ground forces, they are not far from Witholands.

The distance was delicate, delicate enough that if they wanted to, they could send fighter jets to escort those huge B-52 bombers.

So, today, these pilots are standing on the flight deck with their helmet sights.

"Gentlemen! The task is simple! Protect our bombers! Destroy everything your enemies can take off! The commander looked at his men and commanded solemnly.

"Yes!" A group of pilots stood up and saluted, acknowledging with a look of disdain.

It is not to blame them for underestimating the enemy, because in the past two months, they have rarely been able to find the air force from which the opponent has taken off.

Those poor demon bats, who basically didn't even see each other, were shot down by long-range air-to-air missiles.

And those once powerful demon dragons also had the same fate - they could not stop any of the combat objectives of the Iran Hill Imperial Air Force at all.

If the demons on the ground could still destroy one or two soldiers of the Iran Hill Empire by working hard, then the battle in the sky completely made the demons desperate.

This is a naked one-sided crush: in the past 2 months, the ratio of the losses of the Iran Hill Empire's air force to the demon air force has been 48 to 2970!

This is really not an exaggeration at all, including the B-52 bomber that was accidentally shot down, the air force of the Iran Hill Empire was shot down a total of 48 planes and lost 31 pilots!

At the same time, the demon dragon and demon fighter who were slaughtered, as well as the demon high-ranking officer with meat wings who were hit, the total number was close to three thousand! This number doesn't even include the demon bats that make up the number......

What's even more ugly for the demon is that in the downdown statistics of the Ellanhill Empire, the results of the bombing have not been counted. If you calculate the ground targets destroyed, it is possible that this damage ratio will be expanded by dozens or even hundreds of times!

With such a huge gap, the demon side did not dare to take off its own air power to intercept the air force of the Iran Hill Empire.

Even if it was a symbolic take-off battle, the demons were reluctant to do it. If it weren't for the attack on Wittholands, maybe the demon's air force would not have made such a large-scale sortie.

It's a pity that the demonic air power near Witthorans is already the last bit of the demonic air force.

This is the gap between the two sides, and this is the calmness and efficiency of high-tech warfare when crushing the opponent!

After each of them received the battle order, the pilots of the Iran Hill Empire grabbed their helmets and ran to the ready fighters parked on the side of the runway.

Sharp AIM-120 missiles are hanging under the wings of fighter jets waiting to take off, majestic and murderous!

Not far away, at the end of the sea of clouds, which was as soft as cotton wool, on the deck of another sky battleship, a team of pilots had also run towards their planes.

On the tarmac, next to each other, A-10 attack aircraft were hung with precision-guided bombs.

On the wings of each attack aircraft, golden eagles were spewed out, and these eagle emblems shone in the sun, bright and deadly.

Since the distance between the two sides is enough for fighter escorts, the attack planes can also take off to participate in this air attack.

With these attack aircraft, the bombing effect will be better, and the results will be more abundant.

"We don't have time to waste on demons! His Majesty's order is to occupy the Demon Temple in the fastest possible time! Find the source of magic and capture him! A general standing in the command room of the bridge of the Sky Battleship looked at the attack aircraft taking off and said loudly to the officers behind him.

"I'm sure you've heard something else, yes, I've heard it too. Since everyone knows that the future empire will establish a huge space army, the demons in front of us are just a stumbling block for us! The general looked intently at the A-10 attack aircraft in the distance and continued.

He said word by word, watching the attack planes disappear into the sky: "Face the stumbling block...... Whoever wastes his time pestering them is a big fool! ”

"So, kick those stumbling blocks!" He clenched his fists fiercely: "Long live Your Majesty My Emperor Chris!" ”

"Victory! Long live Your Majesty Chris! Behind him, all the officers raised their chins and sang loudly.

At the sound of their shouts, a dark cloud overhead, a huge formation of B-52 bombers loaded with bombs, came overhead.

This formation is unprecedentedly huge, because the third bombing fleet of the Elanhill Empire against the demon Witthorans has gathered more than 900 bombers!

"The journey of the Orchid Hill Empire is a sea of stars! Soldiers! Go and destroy the enemies in front of you! Chris's voice echoed over the radio of all the bomber formations: "Several years of war have allowed you to conquer the Magic Continent!" Ahead is the temple of demons! Go there and wash your war bodies! In this war, there will always be a civilization that perishes! But even if it perishes, it will never be Iran Hill! The people of Irlanhill! It will never be defeated! ”

"My Emperor! Long live Your Majesty Chris! On a B-52 bomber, in the turbulent air, the crew members shouted loudly.

"Long live His Majesty the Great Emperor!" On another plane, the same group of young faces shouted solemnly.

"Within two months! Flatten the Demon Realm and capture the source of magic alive! Chris's voice echoed passionately.

"Flatten the Demon Realm!" In the cramped cockpit of the plane, a pilot of an A-10 attack aircraft muttered quietly.

Directly above his formation, in the F-14 fighter jets next to each other, the pilots also repeated the blood-boiling slogan firmly in Chris's voice: "Within two months!" Flatten the Demon Realm! ”