Heavy artillery roared, explosions erupted like volcanoes,

In the cab of one of the giant bombing airships, Lieutenant Berg of the Young Air Corps? Walter Doug was personally holding the rudder and driving the airship over the intended target. As his order was given, bombshells were dropped one after another from the gondola, causing cascading and whistling waves of light on the ground. Hearing the thunderous roar of a landslide in his ears, the corners of Walter Doug's mouth quietly revealed a smile of pleasure.

As early as May 6, just after the outbreak of the war, Walter Doug set off from the Koblenz base in an airship to bomb the Belgian fortress of Liège as a support force for the German right flank group. In front of these beige aerial trolls, the Liège Battery, known as the strongest fortress in Europe, was like a piece of paper, and within a few hours it was all a pile of burning ruins, so that the German infantry effortlessly smashed open the heavy locks that lay across their own march!

Since then, Walt Doug has been completely intoxicated by the bombing power of this flying machine, and the airship has not disappointed him in any way. Whether it was the bombing of the Namur fortress on a par with Liege or the implementation of that jaw-dropping air transport, his 010 airship fulfilled its mission perfectly. Now, the large-scale general attack of the German army on Paris undoubtedly gave him another opportunity to show his skills. Under the indiscriminate bombardment of airship bombs, the heavy artillery fire of the French army, which was still noisy just now, has been reduced by nearly half at this moment; Although there are still many hidden French heavy artillery positions that have not yet been eliminated, with the huge bomb load of the Kirovs and the extremely terrifying explosion power, Walter Doug is fully confident that these French perpetrators who dare to fire at the army are caught in the net.

"Captain. You see what that is? "Driver Syl, who was robbed of his job by Walter Doug, turned into a lookout. He pointed to a gap in the French position on the flank. Walter Doug took the telescope he had handed him. Follow the direction of his finger and look into the distance. The trenches are continuous, the wire is winding, and in a large area of vegetation and turf that seems to be ordinary, it suddenly reflects a dazzling and cold metallic luster; Walter Doug's eyes flickered, and he couldn't help but cover his eyes with his other hand.

"Aha, it turns out that the French hid their cannons here, no wonder we didn't achieve much just now, cunning Gauls!" Walter Doug angrily lowered his binoculars. A white face was full of joy and hatred. Judging from what was observed through the telescope, the French artillery fire was quite well hidden, and if it were not for the fact that the sun's rays reflected by it were blocked by the branches and leaves, which happened to be reflected in the direction of their airship, even if they had the intention to observe that area, they would never have found any clues!

"Bomb bay, prepare a 250kg bomb, listen to my orders at any time, I will let these evil French people repent of their crimes in hell!" Walter Doug shouted orders into the microphone in front of him, turning the rudder of the steering wheel in his hand at a rapid pace. Adjust the airship's heading offset. The massive airship slashed through the air in an arc and flew swiftly towards the target area.

The wind is howling. The roar was deafening, and somehow, Walt Doug suddenly felt a sense of foreboding in his heart, as if a gate to hell was slowly opening in front of him, and he smiled and opened his arms, waiting for his entry. He shook his head slightly, forcibly suppressed these negative thoughts, and steered the airship to continue moving forward. Countless previous battles have proven that heavy bomber airships are god-like beings on the battlefield of land warfare; No fortifications could withstand a shocking blow from its head-on, and no weapon could threaten the air giants that hung 1,500 meters in the sky except for the Germans' own Fokker fighters!

Seeing that he was getting closer and closer to the target, and there was still nothing abnormal on the battlefield, the inexplicable worry in Walter Doug's heart gradually subsided, and he regained his relaxed and happy mood. He gave the order to prepare the bomb to be dropped through the microphone, and a few moments later, a slight vibration was transmitted from the explosive compartment to the soles of his feet. As he was silently counting the countdown to the bomb in his mind, the target ground suddenly burst into a cloud of orange-red red flames; Walter Doug's pupils contracted slightly, and then he heard a terrible scream close to his ears!

"Boom!" A loud thunderous bang suddenly exploded in Walter Doug's ears, and the cabin shook violently; Walter Doug was caught off guard and fell heavily to the floor of the cab, the smell of burnt fibers and blood spreading through the air. Walt Doug touched the ground with his elbows and struggled to prop himself up from the floor, stunned by the sight in front of him: the front of the cab was in a raging fire, black smoke was billowing and spreading, and a soldier in charge of mapping had fallen in a pool of blood!

"What happened?" Walter Doug's eyes widened, and his words were full of undisguised shock.

"Captain, we were hit, it looks like a French cannon!" Next to him, the panicked voice of the driver Syl. Walter Doug was stunned for a moment, and then said sharply: "This is impossible, we are now at an altitude of 1,500 meters, and it is impossible for the French to have our artillery!"

"Boom! Rumble! Before he could finish speaking, Walt Doug's ears suddenly filled his ears with two loud sounds like the pounding of a giant hammer, and the airship began to vibrate violently again; Walt Doug's eyes were dark, his feet staggered, and he involuntarily hit his head against the bulkhead, and a blue-black mark quickly appeared on his forehead. He turned his head with difficulty, and saw that a large number of orange flames had exploded in front of the airship and in the belly of the port side; And under the licking and burning roll of the flames, the beige skin wrapped around the surface of the airship also began to melt and disintegrate at a shocking speed!

Seeing this, Walter Doug was shocked. Once the shell starts to burn, it will not only damage the hard skeleton of the airship, but also endanger the nearly twenty giant airbags that are densely packed like sardine cans inside. Unlike the royal airship "Sanya", which is filled with expensive helium, this large bombing airship is filled with relatively cheap hydrogen in its airbags in order to pursue bomb weight and mass production; Once it comes into contact with a blazing flame, the entire airship will turn into a flaming fireball in an instant!

"Phew!" Before the thought was over, the sound of a high-pressure gas leak suddenly sounded in Walter Doug's ears. Before he could react, a flame tens of meters long suddenly erupted from the hole in the airship's abdomen, like a fire dragon stretching its body in the air. The fire took advantage of the wind, and the entire shell skin near the shark's mouth livery on the bow was quickly burned out, leaving only the aluminum skeleton blackened by the smoke and fire. The feeling of weightlessness came from under his feet, and Walter Doug looked intently, only to see that the ground below him was getting closer and closer to him!

"Captain, the airship's pressure chamber and hydrogen airbag are leaking, the fire on the outer wall is spreading further, and we can't stop this worsening trend......" Ciel's exclamation rang out, quickly replaced by several new explosions. Walter Doug, who desperately grabbed the rudder to fix his body, saw clearly this time, and in that target bush, there were several black hole cannon muzzles, spitting orange-red dazzling fire at himself!

"Sure enough, it's these damn French cannons......" Walter Doug said through the words that popped out of his teeth in the airship that was rapidly falling like a meteor. Even though he hated it in his heart, in the face of this irreparable situation, Walt Doug still loudly gave the order for all to retreat. The German officers and men, who had long been staggered in the airship cabin due to weightlessness, immediately evacuated their posts and jumped down one after another from more than 1,000 meters in the air, and more than 10 small orange-yellow flowers bloomed in the clouds. For these officers and soldiers engaged in the air force, the life-saving skill of parachuting has long been deeply rooted in their bone marrow; There are almost no mistakes in the training in peacetime, and it is easy to master it on the battlefield with real guns and ammunition.

Sil, with a parachute bag on his back, stood at the door of the cabin, staring at the thousands of miles of wilderness below him, his face fluttering, and his heart was surging. Ever since he was drafted aboard the giant bombing airship, he has taken it upon himself to be able to soar through the skies to support the ground; Today, however, he had to abandon the vehicle comrades he was fighting for. Just as he was about to jump down, out of the corner of his eye, he found that the captain Walter Doug was still insisting on manipulating the rudder, and he had no intention of escaping with a parachute!

"Captain, the brothers have retreated, you should also parachute to escape!" Ciel's cries were scattered in the fierce wind. Walt Doug shook his head resolutely, indifferent no matter how much Ciel shouted, but was preoccupied with the only intact rudder. Looking at the resolute look on the lieutenant's young face, Cill instantly understood: he wanted to forcibly control the direction of the fall of the airship and fight with the French!

"Good luck, Lieutenant Berg." Cill made his rounds at the hatch again, and at last gritted his teeth and plunged toward the ravines that crisscrossed the earth beneath him. Walt Doug glanced deeply at the open hatch, and the gloomy emotion in his heart was replaced by a monstrous rage of revenge. The wind howls and the flames dance wildly; The blood-colored flames that exploded from time to time on the airship's body reflected his blue pupils. At this time, Walter Doug no longer had any distracting thoughts in his heart: even if there was an abyss of hell ahead, as long as Germany could stand proudly at the top of Europe, he would not hesitate to move forward!

The cannon roared, the flames spurted into the sky, and the No. 010 airship had completely turned into a burning torch, and even the aluminum skeleton was softened and dissolved in the monstrous waves of hydrogen and oxygen burning, flying and dripping. However, in the horrified eyes of the soldiers on both sides, it was like a meteorite of flowing fire, with unparalleled majestic spirit, crashing towards the location of the French anti-aircraft guns! (To be continued......)

PS: Chapter 2 is presented ~~