Chapter 642： Different rules

"It's definitely not that the radar is broken." Staring at the LCD screen in front of him, the radar operator said very confidently.

Of course, it is not that the radar is broken. Ailan Hill has produced nearly 500 early warning aircraft of various types. The broken radar display has only occurred three times.

These three times were at the earliest. The radar display that had just been equipped to the troops had a problem. After that, this kind of problem hardly appeared again.

"Definitely not... We have already applied for the reconnaissance plane to come and approach the reconnaissance directly, and now we have received the order to return and leave." The AWACS commander standing next to him said with a solemn face.

They just received the order to return, because in this direction, that is, to the south of Ang'shire, they found a dense number of demon forces heading north.

The enemy's fleet is just south! This was the news that they passed back to Angshire, and then a large b-52 reconnaissance plane carrying out a patrol mission nearby was ordered to approach the demon's fleet to investigate whether the demon's fleet really existed.

"The scale of the enemy is unimaginable... There are almost a thousand warships on the radar, and there is also a huge floating city!" Angshire, inside the special command vehicle of the imperial concubine , An officer reported the latest investigation results to Vivian.

The entire Angershire has entered a state of first-level combat readiness, and Ailan Hill's air defense forces have also entered their own defensive positions.

"There is no news on the arrival of the investigation, we are also waiting for related reports..." The commander held his chin open and confronted the imperial concubine Vivienne and Andre, the elf queen sitting next to the imperial concubine. Ya said.

Vivienne rubbed the porcelain cup full of patterns with her good-looking, slender fingers, feeling the warmth of the bitter tea inside: "Have you notified General Midas?"

"Report! It has been notified! He has already commanded the battle in the headquarters..." The officer immediately replied: "According to General Medias' orders, the nuclear bomb is ready! Once it is confirmed that the enemy is indeed present and large in scale, immediately Can launch."

The selection of the commander of the expeditionary force has always been a problem that plagued the Airanhill Empire. Many generals and even Marshal Wagron personally invited the expeditionary force to fight in the devil world.

Of course Chris did not want to let the loyal Marshal Wagron take the risk himself, and the generals in charge of the elite group army, Chris did not want to move easily.

What's more, the troops fighting in the demon world may not be able to fight large-scale offensive operations in the initial stage, and they are mainly defensive. This reminds Chris of the "old tortoise" Medias who can best fight defensive battles.

When it comes to fighting a defensive battle, even Wilkes Modler and other famous generals seem to be inferior to this old noble general.

Therefore, Chris transferred Mediaas to take over the Demon Expeditionary Army, temporarily in charge of all the troops in the Demon World.

The old general did not disappoint, and steadily occupied the entire storm islands, firmly controlled the storm sea area, and established a strong base for the expeditionary force.

Now, the devil's counterattack has finally begun in an all-round way. After arriving in the Demon Realm, Mideas was also neatly dressed for the first time, with the long sword around his waist that seemed to never leave him, and stood in his command position.

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At the southern end of the Sea of ​​Storms, right in front of the demon fleet that could not be seen at a glance, a b-52 reconnaissance plane dragged a long thick smoke and crashed on the surface of the sea that was not particularly calm.

In the sky, the Airanhill Air Force pilot who was parachuting looked desperately at the blood-red scary figure not far from him.

Just now, with full horsepower, outside the cockpit of the b-52 reconnaissance plane hovering at an altitude of 10,000 meters, there appeared a scary figure wearing flaming armor and flying fast without wings.

Wrong, she is not an Iron Man, she is the strongest existence of the demons, the demon king Alicia created by the source of magic.

With a terrifying speed, she overtook the reconnaissance plane that could only fly at subsonic speeds, and then broke open the magical defense barrier on the reconnaissance plane with both hands, tearing off the huge wing of the b-52 reconnaissance plane with her strength alone.

Then, the reconnaissance plane lost control and crashed into the course of the huge fleet of demons, leaving only a piece of oil stains and debris on the sea.

"My Lord Demon!" The demon generals who followed up slapped their wings and stopped behind Alicia, staring at the slowly descending parachutes with unkind eyes.

As long as Alicia gave an order, these demons generals could immediately rush forward and devour the soldiers hanging on the parachutes.

"The enemy has found us..." Irelia hovered high in the air, looking at the parachute that was slowly falling not far in front of her with interest, and said, "Let the fleet speed up!"

"These invaders of the magic continent..." A demon general pointed to Ailan Hill's pilot and navigator, ready to slash the opponent's head as he charged up.

"Bring it back! To be complete!" After considering the words, Alicia said, "Don't kill or be injured. Let the succubus interrogate and see if you can ask something useful."

"But my lord, before we...and the invaders of the Magic Continent...never left any prisoners..."

"I have changed the rules now! From now on, captured prisoners shall not be disposed of at will! They must be taken care of together... if they can be interrogated, interrogate as clearly as possible!" Alicia rebuked impatiently, then turned to the floating space in the center of the fleet Sestos flew away.

Several other demon generals looked at the yelled companion, smirked, and then turned and left. Their speed is very fast, only the size of small black dots are left in the blink of an eye.

A demon general who was left behind stared at the Ailan Hill pilots who were about to fall into the sea with a long sword, and shouted loudly: "Take them back! You can't hurt them! This is His Majesty the Demon King's. command!"

Following his orders, the dragons who had hovered around and coveted the dried bacon hanging under the parachute, lost their voices and let out a low growl, and finally caught those who were about to fall into the sea with their huge bodies. In the enemy.

These Airanhill pilots, who didn’t know if they were unlucky or lucky, fell on the back of the dragon full of scales and barbs. They were already so scared that they trembled. Terrified?

What's more, they all knew that before this, neither party had the habit of leaving prisoners! So their current status is more like luncheon meat and other snacks, and the chance of survival is basically zero...