Chapter 360: 5. The first cry of the giant (17)

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"How is it all like this."
Noting Cadiz's silent gesture, Cardo frowned and shook his head.
In Alfheim, if a critical situation of enemy soldiers approaching the city occurs. Women and children will bring disaster prevention kits to evacuate to the bomb shelter, and male citizens over the age of 16 will pick up weapons to prepare for street fighting. Cadiz...
I heard that although the Castilian warriors are uncomfortable in terms of sexual orientation, they are still brave on the battlefield. Now it seems that only the frontline soldiers who love bloodshed are brave.
"So-called big powers, have they also been lazy in peace?"
The sighing Caddo actually did not understand the mood of the citizens of Cadiz. "Which are born as kings, which are born as aristocrats, and which are born as slaves. This is God's will and cannot be changed by man."-This In a human society where such voices sing in the mainstream, the prosperity of the country and the glory of the soldiers are out of touch with the citizen class. For them, war is nothing but disaster. The outbreak of war may not only be called to a dangerous battlefield, but also pay heavy taxes to provide food from already poor reserves. Once enemies invade, they will destroy their homes, plunder property, and insult their wives and daughters.
In the unhappy thousand years of historical memory of the elves, the miserable space after the invasion of the enemy is too much and too clear, and the elves are a race with very good memory.
"Because of this, the powerless people must fight each other to maintain the survival of the race."
Recalling the tragic consciousness embraced by his ancestors, Cardo's aversion to everything he witnessed was almost abhorrence.
People here lack the concept of national identity. Even if one day the enemy invades, they will just hold their breath and wait for the storm to end. If the enemy does not commit terrorist atrocities against the city and its citizens, the next day they will begin to learn to adapt to the days governed by foreign rulers.
Cardo sighed and smiled bitterly.
no way. Although I think that the ancestors were defeated by this race, I would be unhappy about it. But he really couldn't hate this small group of lamb-like citizens. Only by accelerating the pace, these poor and contemptible human beings are far behind.
The looming outline of the shipyard was already visible on the main screen, and a magnificent Galeon ship was parked alongside. Judging from the family crest inlaid with a gold rim on the bow, it was the Bata Fry of Marquis of Santa Cruz. There was a shadow on the deck. Presumably it was ready to sail.
"Finally, the guy with a little bit of interest is out. I really want them to set sail if possible."
Cardo couldn't hide his regretful smile. Everyone can see the destructive power of Lenian. In front of the extremely powerful particle cannon, it is not worth mentioning all the warships in this harbor together. This group of sailors did not give up, and they wanted to make the warship mobilize due diligence and use their courage and technology to meet the powerful enemy.
What a terrible man, it is a pity as a human being.
"Those guys who bite their fingers and look at this place should learn from you... I don't think it's suitable for this. Forget it. Good gift from Gilmania, Lord Marquis! You have a group of brave and loyal people Good man!!!"
Following the urge to resonate with the fiery soul, Cardo yelled to pull the trigger to the end, the Galeon ship and the shipyard were engulfed by the dazzling light, and the face of the Castilian Navy Commander also disappeared in Lenian In the beam of passionate particles.
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At the same time when the naval mobile fleet attacked Cadiz, the bell of the Guernica church kept ringing, and the old priest pulled the bell anxiously. Looking at the ghosts in the sky, cold sweat flowed from the top of the shaved head.
In the early hours of the morning, the old priest who was awakened by urination got up in the toilet. When he walked through the church. A low roar resembling a hive of bees suddenly came from the northwest sky and followed the sound to open the window. The terrifying and spectacular scene in the air almost scared the old priest to pee his pants.
A large group of bat-shaped monsters dominated the sky. A large group of these flapping-wing monsters approached Guernica with a thunderous "buzzing" sound. Regardless of dignity and age, the old priest climbed up and down the clock tower, pulling the clock rope with a force he had never had before, and a high-level alarm echoed over the city that had not yet woken up.
It's too late.
At the forefront of the formation is a pilot aircraft commanded by Lieutenant General Li Mei. In addition to leading the formation across the ocean and flying to Guernica, the leader of the modified aircraft that did not hang the bomb and switched to the new equipment has a task-to mark the bombing raid with the radio positioning equipment on the pilot aircraft Target, through on-site scheduling and observation to maximize the effect of air raids.
"The altitude is 3200, and the wind is to the southeast. The wind speed is 63.5 meters per second."
The observation hand reported the reading calmly, and the brow angle was slightly frowned. Driven by the monsoon airflow blowing from the Western Ocean, the speed of the bomber, which was already very fast, has increased a lot, and the influence of the airflow makes it difficult to aim and drop bombs. Even more problematic is that the clouds over Guernica are thicker than expected.
"Your Excellency..."
"It's okay, proceed according to the plan, and order the aircraft to lower the height."
"Comply."
The observer turned and leaned over to the radioman, repeating it aloud. The boy, who is as new as the radio, presses the throat receiver and transmits the command to each bomber in the formation.
The lieutenant stuck his body in a leather seat, stuffed his nose with air of oil, sweat, and metal, and it smelled much more comfortable than in the office.
Jabro’s office is too comfortable. Li Mei, who is not used to such luxury things as air conditioning, is more fond of this exclusive pilot machine with a number of 08mS. Staying at this air headquarters is blowing the cold wind in the sky. It is more comfortable than the artificial wind. too much. More importantly, only when he is in actual combat can he collect first-hand information and analyze it carefully before applying it to his research topic-how to use bombs to complete the forced demolition of a city?
Although most of my colleagues abide by the honor of soldiers and oppose indiscriminate crit. However, paralyzing the industrial production capacity in the rear through strategic bombing can have a decisive impact on the front-line battle situation. It is obviously unreasonable to put such an effective method unsuitable. What's more, the overall war doctrine of the Supreme Chief has already pointed out that the industrial and production personnel of the enemy country should also be regarded as targets of attack. Apart from the illusory humanitarianism, there is no problem with theoretical indiscriminate crit. The Chief Executive himself also agreed to Li Mei's attempt in this regard~EbookFREE.me~ and also specially provided Guernica as his excellent subject.
Since there is no problem in theory, all that remains is to carry out strategic air strikes that no one has tried before on the technical level.
The main problems facing Li Mei are: the enemy's interception, high air flow, and long-distance flight have led to a low bomb load.
To reduce the risk of being intercepted by enemy forces, we must raise our altitude. However, it was disrupted by high air currents. Under the influence of strong winds, it is very likely that the few bombs they dropped over 7,000 kilometers would hardly land on the target.
If you want to be safe, you must be at high altitude. If you want to drop bombs accurately, you must lower the altitude. Lowering the flying altitude will increase the chance of being discovered and intercepted by the enemy.
What lies ahead of Li Mei is such an intractable equation. If solved, not only his personal future will be bright, but the development of the strategic air force will also be bright. If it's messed up, I'm sorry, the responsibility for making your own claims and misleading the country and the people rests with you. The big head of budget cuts cut these expensive bombers one by one, and the strategic air force even vanished.
Pressure is the motivation. In order to force the demolition vision of the city he loves, Li Mei started his crazy gambling. (To be continued...)