Chapter 683： Not Normandy

In the woods, the demon soldier who was trimming his armor narrowed his eyes and raised his head to look towards the sky above his head. Through the lush foliage, he saw one b-52 bomber one after another, flying over his head.

He dropped the shoulder armor in his hand, ran to the edge of the woods with a long sword, and then saw those b-52 bombers throwing cluster bombs at the dense woods behind him.

Dense explosions drowned out all the sounds, and the silence at noon was suddenly broken. Without warning, the human offensive began in such a terrible way.

"That...that's where the main force of our ten thousand team is stationed... How did they know?" Staring at his eyes, he didn't know who he was questioning. This demon soldier witnessed the destruction of his unit.

This kind of thing happened in countless places along the coastline at this peaceful noon.

The same question was asked through different mouths to different people: "They, how can they know where our troops are stationed?"

The heavy bomber troops had just left, and the entire forest was still bubbling with wisps of black smoke. Before the remnants of the demon army who had escaped from the bombing had time to catch a breath, hordes of attack planes followed.

The A-10 attack aircraft that took off from the sky battleship hovered in the sky, and then suddenly dived down, pouring 30mm caliber artillery shells onto the position of the demon forces.

Those 30-millimeter-caliber anti-aircraft gun positions, even though they were placed on the edge of the woods and carefully camouflaged, were still quickly greeted by precision-guided bombs and turned into piles of scrap copper and rotten iron.

The demon giants equipped with heavy armor were hit by Tomahawk cruise missiles before they could line up. The shrapnel shredded the bodies of these poor giants, and the fire burned the souls of these poor giants.

The demon's defense position, which was originally sparse and ventilated, collapsed and shattered in a moment under such an attack.

The demon soldiers who had lost their headquarters had to fight on their own. Before they were organized, they were knocked apart by various missile bombs. The wolves rushed and the ghosts cried and howled.

Chris's soul from another world named this alien landing "Overlord" with evil taste, but in fact, this unprecedented scale of landing operations is not Normandy in another world at all.

The German army in Normandy had at least its own strong Atlantic barrier, and at least one battalion of troops was deployed on Omaha Beach.

They have at least machine guns, 88-millimeter-caliber anti-aircraft cannons, and a few poor howitzers to support the entire defense line, as well as the instructor and the young division of the head of state behind them as backing.

But at this moment, the demons deployed on the beach have nothing, they only have a long sword in their hands, and the fireball technique that can only fly up to a hundred meters high to guard their defense!

And they are attacked by the US military in the 21st century. If you count the sky battleships and electromagnetic guns, Ailan Hill's troops are even more terrifying than the Bald Eagle Empire on Earth!

Before the thick smoke on the ground dissipated, and when the explosions were still one after another, the c-130 transport planes, as dense as clouds, flew over the landing field.

On the way these paratrooper transport planes had refueled in the air, they slowly opened their wide hatches.

Because of the existence of the new weapon of powered exoskeleton, the parachuting steps of Ailan Hill's paratroopers have undergone some changes.

They no longer jumped out of the plane from the doors on both sides, but jumped out of the plane uniformly from the tail, and then opened their parachutes in the sky.

Parachutes bloomed in the sky like edelweiss, and the airborne paratroopers of Ailan Hill began with great fanfare.

There is no fancy, and there is no such thing as false targets. Ailan Hill, with the most domineering attitude, announced a message to the aborigines of the Demon World: We are here!

The noise of aircraft engines is the best drum. Navy Sidewinder gunships are everywhere, and rockets drop white smoke trails at the feet of paratroopers.

The 406mm caliber cannon on the naval battleship was roaring. The fortifications arranged by the demon forces on the beach were wiped out in the explosion, leaving only a black crater the size of a football field.

The only floating fortress was falling in heavy smoke, and the noisy tu-22m backfire bomber circled the crashed demon castle. The supersonic anti-ship missiles they launched destroyed this behemoth, and now is a glorious time for these supersonic bombers to celebrate their victory.

The landing, which would have to wait two hours later, began almost at the same time as the airborne. Various landing craft and hovercraft, equipped with all kinds of weapons and equipment, almost connected in a straight line on the sea, rushed to the deserted beach.

Heidi Cannon, who was standing next to Bakaroff put down the telescope in his hand, shook his head and prepared to leave: "I'll go ashore with the second batch of landing troops, there are no enemies..."

This miracle marshal from Norma, for the first time saw Ailan Hill's elite combat power launch an attack. Although he had learned everything in front of him with the Magic Ball of Knowledge, he was still shocked.

Everything he saw can no longer be described by the word war. This is an armed tour of a different world version.

It is not an exaggeration to say that even if a monkey is allowed to sit in his current position, the war will definitely end with Ailan Hill's victory.

"The Marine Corps First Division will go ashore soon, and your armored units will immediately get enough landing ground!" Bakaroff proudly shouted to the back of Hedecathlon.

"Forget it! The biggest danger in this battle is that when my tank goes ashore, don't press your soldiers' feet..." Heidi Cannon laughed at himself, and walked out of the bridge command center, which was as cozy as an afternoon tea party. .

The expected cruel landing battle did not happen at all, or the expected tragic landing battle itself was an illusion that a senior officer of the staff found out for his subordinates to find something to do.

The entire fleet was almost venting its emotions on a clearing, and then a group of sturdy soldiers armed with weapons rushed onto the beach full of craters and smoke bombs.

They were greeted by elite paratroopers, also wearing powered exoskeleton armor and holding large-caliber assault rifles.

Of course, the only thing they didn't see was the demon troops who were stationed here, and they were stubbornly resisting...