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"Fight for God, fight for faith!"

Pope Clement XII stood on the roof of St. Peter's Basilica and roared hoarsely.

In the square in front of him, tens of thousands of believers bowed their heads to the ground reverently, because at this time, behind the Pope, an angel in a white robe was standing silently, he was almost three times as tall as the Pope, and behind him the huge white wings were spread, backed by the blue sky and white clouds and clear sunlight, as if radiating an incomparably holy light, and in his hand he held a strange spear, standing there looking down on all beings with a majestic gaze.

Well, this is a gift from God to save believers.

And the ...... he held in his hand

"The spear of Longinus will pierce the heart of the demon of the east and send him into the deepest part of hell, this is the sheng war, the glory of God shines on us, the angels fight side by side with us, victory will be ours in the end, loyal people of God, take up arms and declare war on the demons!"

Clement XII roared excitedly.

The angel beside him slowly raised the spear of Longinus in his hand, and at the same time, the wings behind him slowly flapped, and then his body gradually rose upward, this magical sight made the believers even more crazy, it was obvious that in their eyes this was God's final move, after a long period of suffering and anticipation, they finally waited for this day, God sent an angel for them to destroy the demons, God no longer ignored their suffering, as for why he didn't do it until now......

Isn't that easy to explain?

The Ming army fought before were all heretics, all of them were muslins, of course God would not save these sinners, as for Russia, it is also easy to explain, they believe in heresy, although they also believe in God, but their kind of belief is blasphemy against God, only the Vatican is the real faith, how can God save those heretics who smear themselves? Now that the Eastern Demon dares to attack the true believers without knowing whether he is alive or dead, and actually dares to extend his claws to the land of Catholicism, of course God will not allow him to continue to do evil, in the final analysis, God is not ineffective, but those guys before are not true believers, and they deserve to be killed by the Ming army.

Catholicism is orthodoxy!

is blessed by God.

Although there are a lot of loopholes in this explanation, no one cares about this at this time, everyone just needs something to anesthetize themselves, even if it is something to deceive themselves, and besides, isn't this angel here, there are angels in any explanation that is reasonable.

Clement XII looked at the scene in front of him with great excitement, and at the same time looked at the angel beside him who had risen to a height of nearly ten meters from the corner of his eye, and then quietly pulled the small thin rope hanging down next to him, the same color as the sky.

"God is with you!"

Then a majestic voice sounded, and this voice resounded through the sky as if it were coming from the clouds.

The believers in the square were even more excited, this is the voice of the angel, this is the voice of the true representative of God, at this time all the believers bowed their heads to the ground with tears in their eyes, bowed to their gods devoutly, and vowed to obey God's will, and fight the demons of the East to the end, so that they could ascend to heaven after death and enjoy the eternal happiness, at this time they have completely turned into fanatics, it is estimated that they will not have the slightest hesitation to let them rush to the Ming army with a powder keg.

But just then, all of a sudden, there was a strange buzzing sound.

Clement XII looked up in astonishment, and then saw a large red figure appear in the southern sky, and His Majesty the Pope, who had seen such a scene for the first time, watched them grow larger and larger in a daze, while the believers below also noticed it, and one by one stopped bowing and turned their heads, watching the red things fly above their heads. It was dozens of strange giant red dragonflies, something was spinning in front of them, and at the same time making a buzzing sound, and someone could be seen sitting on their backs, and then the well-informed believers showed panic, apparently they had guessed the identity of these aerial monsters, but they calmed down after looking at the angel above the pope's head.

Are there angels who are afraid of these little demons?

However, they were not afraid, but their Pepo was afraid, and after understanding what it was, Clement XII panicked, supported by his attendants, and without hesitation walked towards the entrance of the passage from the roof, while all the bishops behind him were also withdrawing as fast as they could, and in the blink of an eye only the angel with his wings spread and the spear of Longinus in both hands was fluttering, as if ready to rise into the sky at any moment and destroy these little demons with his divine power.

The next moment he really rose to the sky.

However, I don't know why, the angel didn't fly towards the little devil, but maintained an upward posture, swaying and fluttering higher and higher, looking like he was drunk, and what was even more incredible was that the pair of huge white wings did not fan at all, of course, his flight did not conform to scientific principles, and soon he rose to a position dozens of meters high from the roof, and then he didn't know why he floated towards the sky above the square......

It must be that he is going to fight.

The believers in the square did not notice anything abnormal, and they were still looking at the top of their heads with expectant eyes, waiting for their angels to show their might.

However......

"Oh yes, how do these guys put a bird's ball on the roof?"

On a bomber in the sky, Yang Zhen, a pilot of the Ming Army, said speechlessly.

At the same time, he pulled the trigger of the air-cooled machine gun in front of him, and suddenly the muzzle of the gun spewed flames, and the tracer bullet stabbed the angel who was still floating like a long thorn, and the next moment a flame immediately erupted from the latter's body, and before the believers below could react, the angel suddenly turned into a ball of fire. A very small figure in the mass of fire screamed and fell, because of his position at this time, he fell into the square like a cannonball with fire and smoke, and even fell out of a dead toad sound, and the believers gathered forward in exclamation, and what appeared in front of them was a bloody lump of rotten flesh.

Uh, angels are fake.

It's actually just an angel-shaped balloon filled with hydrogen, although it is too forced to be lifelike, but in essence, it is an advertising thing on the commercial streets of the Ming Dynasty, and it is connected by a number of balloons with different shapes, and then a small dwarf is manipulating and doing simple actions. Including the spear of Longinus is inflated, so the angel can only keep his hands clenched, and it is impossible to pierce it outward, anyway, it can't really be seen by those believers in the sky who don't know anything. As for its sound, it was a set of battery-powered amplifiers that the church had obtained from a Ming smuggler with ten times the same weight of gold, and of course, the hydrogen and other materials used to make angels were also obtained from the latter at a high price, in order to create a gimmick of angel arrival, in order to boost the morale of believers, but a bullet made it unified.

Now those believers are dumbfounded?

Are they still waiting for the angels to show their power and take out the little demons? Why did the angel blow up in the blink of an eye?

This, this is not scientific!

However, scientific and unscientific are useless, because immediately after the Ming bombers in the sky swooped down, these small bombers taking off from the front-line airfield in Sicily can carry four fifty-pound bombs, where the distance to the Vatican is only four hundred and fifty kilometers in a straight line, because the radio navigation technology is not yet mature, so they can only rely on warships at sea to provide guidance for them, but this is enough. The bomber piloted by Yang Zhen was the first to dive down, and when he was about to hit the spire of St. Peter's Basilica, he quickly pressed the bomb drop button, and four 50-pound bombs fell almost simultaneously, and at the moment when he pulled up, four bombs with time-delay fuses smashed the roof of this magnificent building, and exploded in that golden interior.

The clergy inside the church screamed in horror as they watched the blazing flames crash into them with countless pieces of rubble, and they ran desperately for shelter.

But all in vain.

The flames of the explosion raged in the church like a demonic flame from hell, everything was shattered in the explosion, the crosses, the icons, the frescoes of the Virgin, and even the bodies of the priests, everything was shattered.

But that's just the beginning.

Fifty small bombers were constantly dropping bombs on the ancient churches and castles of the Vatican, and some even landed among the believers in the square, and those believers who had just appeared because of the angel and were full of fighting enthusiasm collapsed in an instant in front of this terrible enemy. Tens of thousands of people crowded and trampled the whole square, fleeing from this glorious building like crazy, bombs exploded in and around them, ancient marble was blown to pieces and fell among them like cannonballs, the beautiful sculptures of countless generations of masters were torn apart in the flames of the explosion, the magnificent ancient Roman columns collapsed, and the walls painted with ornate frescoes collapsed like rotten wood.

All beauty is so weak and ridiculous in the face of bombs, and all sacredness is so pale in front of the industrialized war machine.

Clement XII knelt down in the basement of St. Peter's Basilica with his head in his hands, looking at the cross in front of him with tears in his eyes, he never thought that his elaborate angel advent ceremony would become this result, the terrifying explosions above his head kept coming, the dust that was shaken down kept falling, the cross was also shaking, the clergy around him trembled in horror one by one, looking at the top of his head as if the entire church could be smashed down at any time, he could even imagine that St. Peter's Basilica was collapsing.

It's not just this church that is collapsing.

And faith.

Ten minutes later, those bombers flew away.

They dropped all the bombs.

When the frightened people trembled and got up, they were presented with a devastated Vatican, St. Peter's Basilica had been hit by at least fifty bombs, and although its solidity and the small size of the Ming bombs eventually saved the building, it turned it into a piece of bread gnawed by rats. A third of the magnificent stone pillars on the façade had been down, the ornate stained glass on the outside had been extinguished, the statues on the roof had all been crippled, fires were rising from the inside out, billowing smoke had blackened the mutilated walls full of reliefs, and even the spire of the central dome had been blown away.

In the square in front of it is a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, countless corpses that have been killed, stoned, and trampled to death are piled up in this famous square, and the flowing blood stains the stone slab floor.

However, this was only the beginning of the nightmare.

"Bomb, keep blowing until you completely raze these heretical things off the ground!"

Emperor Yang said viciously.

At this time, on the airport in front of him, a strange-shaped plane was landing, this kind of aircraft is still biplane equipped with three engines, this is his latest development of a special heavy bomber, specifically there is no blueprint, it is completely something made by the designers of the Ming Dynasty themselves. Still thin-walled steel tube wood and plywood-based, although aluminum alloy has been put into production, but the price is too expensive, and the Ming Dynasty guarding the Siberian forest is still wood is better to use, using three 400-horsepower engines, can provide it with 1,200 horsepower power, close to the early World War II fighters, the bombing radius can reach 1,000 miles, the internal bomb bay can accommodate 20 50-pound bombs, and there are two pylons under the wings that can hang 200-pound heavy bombs.

In general, it can only be regarded as a small bomb B, but in this era, this is completely at the level of an air monster.

Behind this bomber, there are twenty-three identical bombers waiting to land at the airfield, these bombers are transported by ship to Zhenxi Port, then assembled at the factory in Zhenxi Port, and then fly to the airport in Crete to refuel and fly here, and then they will take over the task of those small bombers. In Yang Feng's view, the latter's four fifty-pound bombs can only be said to be better than nothing, and these planes barely look like bombers, and then they will fly to the Vatican over and over again to drop bombs, completely erasing the name from the ground.

"Your Majesty, the 21st Army has reported the capture of the Ottoman capital Squup, and Mahmud I has committed suicide."

An attendant recited.

Yang Feng nodded indifferently with his hands behind his back.

The name Ottoman Empire has since been completely erased, and what remains is nothing more than a small number of guerrillas who stubbornly resist in the mountains of Macedonia and Kosovo, and this country no longer exists in essence, the Ming army marching along the Adriatic coast in the west has even conquered Tirana, and the territory of the Ming Dynasty has officially advanced to the edge of the Central European plain, and the fastest Ming army is attacking Pristina, and to the north of this mountainous area is the famous Belgrade, which means that the war with Austria is imminent.

A legendary name is waiting in Belgrade to meet the Ming army.

Prince Eugen.

The god of war of Austria.

However......

"The god of war can't bear it!"

Emperor Yang sighed with his hands behind his back.