"Hahaha, London, London!"

"We're back."

"Blood, death, familiar smells...."

The German soldiers grinned wildly, their exposed fingers clutching the guns in their hands, their skin bloodless and extremely pale, in stark contrast to the rich blood fluctuations that lingered around them.

Unlike the historical photographs that are widely circulated on the Internet, the SS soldiers standing in the middle of the city of London at this moment are less solemn and uniform, and more religious fanaticism and hysteria.

The rain of bombardment dropped by the airship has become much more sparse, and even if several houses are destroyed by Leon, the remaining giant airships have already completed their mission - turning London into a battlefield.

The modern metropolis, which symbolizes human civilization, is vulnerable in the face of carpet bombing, and a bomb costing tens of thousands of dollars is enough to destroy office buildings with a price tag of hundreds of millions and destroy the wealth built by human beings.

Screams and cries were incessant, and the flames and smoke of the explosion echoed the cold faces of the dead below, along with the corpses of the Bloods on the street lamps, outlining a grim picture of red and black.

To make matters worse, the remnants of the airships have also opened their cabins.

Thousands of Nazi soldiers swooped down in gliders and scattered in small formations to all corners of the city.

The chaos was still spreading, and a slippery male voice suddenly sounded in the sky.

"Hey, hey, can you hear me?"

This German voice from high above is so loud that no one can ignore it.

On the largest and most magnificent airship, there is a radio broadcast device that transmits sound to every corner of the city.

The major, the low-fat man with the blonde hair, stood in the command bridge of the airship and calmly said into the microphone: "Please reply when you hear it, please reply when you hear it." ”

At an altitude of nearly a thousand meters, it was naturally impossible for anyone to reply to the major, and the only urban air defense alert system that could respond had already been ordered by the Blood Clan to stop work, and was blown up by the first wave of air raids by Nazi airships.

So, without getting any response, the major seemed a little lonely.

He grinned indifferently, scratching his fat greasy chin back and forth through his white silk gloves, "Introduce yourself, I'm a major, a major from the SS team that has been erased from the file."

Be careful, don't confuse me with those hydras. They are just a bunch of incompetent cowards who have abandoned their faith, and I am the true heir to the will of the Führer. ”

As he spoke, the side of the airship suddenly opened, and a row of bomb magazines extending from it were filled with round, straight missiles.

The Major snapped his fingers nonchalantly, and several missiles immediately flew out of the bomb magazine, dragging long tail flames, and slammed into certain buildings in London in a graceful arc.

The building hit by the missile collapsed, and the huge pillar of smoke and dust rose to stand out even in the dark.

The walkie-talkie hanging on the side wall of the command bridge immediately sounded, and the major slowly and methodically picked up the communication equipment and put it next to his ear.

"You damned, lowly bastard!"

Sir Humphrey Applebill's voice came over the intercom, and in the background it was the rumbling of a building collapsing—it was clear that the missile that the Major had just ordered to be fired was aimed at Humphrey and the others.

Ser Applebir had lost the reserve and grace that the Bloodline Lords had always possessed, and yelled angrily into the walkie-talkie, "Why are you bombing us!? This is not the same as the previous agreement! ”

"What agreement?"

The Major pursed his lips and said with a smile, "Do you mean that we should help the Bloods clear out the troublemakers and slaughter the people of London, so that the Bloods can continue the agreement for generations to come?" ”

Sir Humphrey Applebier gritted his teeth and said word by word from between his pale teeth: "Your funds are our aid, your ability to hide in the world is our cover, your ability to penetrate the English Channel anti-aircraft fire network is our behalf, and even your artificial blood transformation plan is provided by us."

Since the Thirteen Clans can accomplish you, they can easily destroy you. ”

The Major smiled contemptuously and said casually, "Approaching power always makes people mistakenly think that they have power, and at present, the so-called Thirteen Clans are just bats that have lived in the shadows for a long time. ”

Without waiting for Sir Applebir to answer, the Major hung up the phone, and Shi Shiran walked back to the center of the bridge, coughed twice, and said indifferently:

"Gentlemen! I love war! ”

"Gentlemen! I love war so much! ”

He nonchalantly tugged at the collar of his white suit, letting his neck relax as much as possible, and his eyes and glasses reflected the pale white light from the lamp.

"I love annihilation!"

"I love Blitzkrieg!"

"I love Defense!"

"I love the Sweep!"

He spoke very quickly in German, raising his arms, clenching his fists and waving them as he spoke, like His Excellency the Führer, who was no longer alive.

"Plains! Street! Trench! Grassland! In the dirt! On the wetlands! ”

"I like everything that happens on the planet with all kinds of wars!"

"I like the neatly arranged artillery bursts of gas, accompanied by a rumbling sound that blows up the enemy formation! When the enemy soldiers are shocked into the air and then strafed into a hornet's nest, my heart dances with excitement. ”

"I love the fact that the tankmen drove the Tiger tank, smashed the enemy tank with the 88mm cannon, and when the enemy soldier screamed and rushed out of the burning tank, and was killed by the MG42 machine gun, I was really happy at that moment!"

The Major spoke wildly, sparkling saliva, sluggy saliva running down his white teeth, and bloodshot pupils that had widened with extreme excitement.

"I love war, but I don't think it's everything."

"War is a means, a continuation of political confrontations, always arises in a certain political situation, and can only be caused by some political motives."

"Political motives, on the other hand, are often driven by economic interests."

"All the causes of dispossession, exploitation, plunder, war can be summed up as economic imbalances, inequality. As long as there is a deviation in the wealth of society, conflicts, contradictions, and even wars can never be avoided. ”

"I don't like to see Europe in this situation, chaotic, conquest against each other, and ambitions for power pushing speculators to climb the ladder."

The major pushed the round-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose more seriously, and said indifferently: "I want to see a united Europe, a united Europa, a united Europe beyond what Gregory VII, Urban II, Innocent III and even the Führer himself envisioned."

All European inhabitants will be transformed into artificial blood races, and there will no longer be hatred for each other because of religion, race, ethnicity, country, culture and many other factors, and all will be united under the great whole of Europa, and will fight for the progress of Europa for the rest of their lives! ”

"Those who approve of this idea will be unscathed; And those who rebel against this idea will face the most terrible war we have ever given. ”

The Major grinned and said in a low voice into the microphone, "Now, the last brigade, my comrades, please begin your show. ”