Leon stared at the airship and raised his eyebrows with interest.

These airships are a little longer than the legendary LZ-127 Zeppelin, with a total length of more than 400 meters and a maximum diameter of more than 60 meters in the streamlined cylindrical shape.

"Interesting."

Li Ang calmly commented, "The original Zeppelin is only more than 120 meters long, and it adopts a frame support structure, which is reinforced by adding longitudinal beams and steel cables between the frames - this is mainly because the construction materials are not strong enough.

And these airships, all of which use the central axle keel support structure, the overall frame is completed at one time, and the appearance is not a simple skin, paint, aluminum powder, I am afraid that it is a lighter metal material.

In this way, the owners of these airships should have quite good technological power. ”

It doesn't take much thought to think about it, and the phenomenon of the "revived Nazi legion" can be directly extended to the largest remaining Nazi remnant force in the West - Hydra.

"According to Baron Straker, aren't the leaders of Hydra a bunch of flies, power-hungry hedonists? Even if he occasionally engages in conspiracy, it is to serve himself. ”

Li Ang looked at the airship and said to himself: "When did this group of rats hiding in the shadows have the courage to dare to jump in front of the stage?" ”

In London, England, above the airspace of the capital of one of the five permanent powers of the United Nations, the airships unscrupulously and gradually lowered the hovering altitude.

Each of them is painted with a red and black theme, with the only difference being the paint style. It may be as dignified and reserved as the Prussian aristocracy, or as calm and quiet as a German sergeant, or as fanatical as the Nazi legions themselves during World War II.

"Regardless of which airship it is, there is no Hydra skull mark on it, so the mastermind behind these airships is a devout fundamentalist Nazi, not a deformed Hydra believer."

A smile appeared on the corner of Li Ang's mouth, and he was rarely a little interested, and continued to watch all this happen without hurry.

The airships seemed to be flying at a slow speed, and in a short time they had already reached the middle of the city of London, casting huge shadows over the streamlined shells of the metal field.

Most of the city was shrouded in darkness, and the majestic individual existence could easily arouse the sense of insignificance of human beings, and ordinary people were as humble as dust in the face of the war beasts made of steel.

In particular, the anti-swastika symbol engraved on the two sets of rudder surfaces on the tail of the airship reproduces the fear that goes deep into the bone marrow in the hearts of the people of London who have received patriotic history education.

"How, how is that possible?"

"Nazi, Nazi!"

"Oh God, they're back..."

"What about our Air Force? Where is our space located? ”

The exclamations are endless, and young London residents may not yet understand the situation, and for them the Second World War or the Nazi Legion, it is just a piece of history circulated in books, old photographs, and documentaries, and there is no reliable sense of authenticity.

For the inhabitants of England who are old enough to have memories of the past in the long course of history, the Nazi legion is synonymous with fear and death.

Clusters of fighter jets obscuring the sky, high-explosive bombs roaring down, bustling cities reduced to ruins, and fanatical killing attributes that destroy humanity.

Germany left the British Isles with indelible wounds.

The wound may heal and scab over time, but beneath the shallow layer of blood scab, the flesh that has been cut, cut, or pierced has not healed, and it still hurts.

Just when the people were stunned, the bomb magazine under the airship suddenly opened.

The screaming sound of the air being torn apart came from high in the sky.

Black dots, pitch black as ink, as small as a fly's head, a series of black dots, fell down.

A series of black ink dots are like stains in the hands of a naughty boy, splashing wantonly on the vast canvas of London, colliding with the most conspicuous high-rise buildings.

That's a bomb,

Rumble!

A black dot smashed into the center of the tall building, and the explosion roared suddenly, echoing in the air sink.

The blast wave tore through all the windows of the entire building, and shards of glass poured down, tumbling and tumbling as they fell, reflecting the cold moonlight and mottling it.

The flames swept through the sky, and the heat was enough to melt the steel, causing the entire structure of the building to slowly deform and irreversibly collapse downward.

The carpet bombardment has just begun, and as a series of black dots fall, a series of important landmarks such as the Houses of Parliament, Trafalgarh Square, the British Museum, and Whitehall have been devastated.

The firelight bloomed all over London, there was no announcement of war, no warning horns, and these anti-swastika flags were painted like weapons of war from the last century, in the first place

What is the fear of the inhabitants of London, who are accustomed to living in peacetime?

Steel shells stuffed with gunpowder do not discriminate against victims because of their social status, race, age, gender, or because they are attacked at luxury villas rather than anti-aircraft fortifications.

The cannonball is an emotionless weapon of killing, and the only reason it was created was to bomb.

The ultimate purpose of bombing is to plow every inch of land, to tear every building to shreds, to crush every living entity operating within a given boundary.

The inhabitants of England, who had just been collectively fanatical, were already in a panic at the moment.

Because of the actions of the V-word vendetta team a long time ago, Prime Minister Rachel Ross dismantled the symbolic air raid siren system, and now the air attack from the German army has made the people taste the bitter fruit.

In the panic, the British residents could not have the firm willpower to control the ether, and even if some users of the magic net tried to save the collapse of the bombed building, they could only give up and blend in with the routing crowd because of their lack of manpower.

"Air strike!"

"The Germans are back!"

"Nazis, Nazis, they're bombing us!"

Perhaps on the surface of the land, the British people who have been given the right to use the magic net will be able to storm the blood position. But the Nazi German airships, perched high above the sky, with a huge disparity in vertical height, inflicted silent contempt and contempt for the lower levels.

The bomb magazine was still dropping shells of various sizes and sizes, and a top-heavy bomb spun and fell out of the bomb magazine, heading straight for the dark alley.

The giant bomb, which weighed 5 tons and was nearly 6 meters high, was specially designed to deal with reinforced concrete anti-aircraft fortifications, and fell in front of Li Ang.

The steel casing of the bomb was dug deep into the ground, and the recoil force was transmitted along the inner core, touching the fuse, igniting the charge.

In the next second, this giant bomb will dig out a crater more than 20 meters deep, destroying all the buildings within a radius of tens of meters.

At the last moment, Leon raised his arm, harnessed the aura to manipulate the dirt and sand, and in an instant, created a sinking pit deep underground, and deftly squeezed the bomb through the dirt and gravel, squeezing the bomb and falling continuously.

Finally, the explosion occurred in the extreme depths of the earth.

The noisy and furious destructive energy had nowhere to vent, and its attempts to pass through the aura-reinforced surface were to no avail, and the shock wave could only be transmitted in vain to the vicinity of the surface, shaking up dust.

Li Angfeng lightly rolled up his sleeves and looked up at the air.

He raised his palm, condensed the aura and solidified it into the shape of an ancient long sword, resting it in his hand, pointing diagonally to the sky.

The airships were still circling, carpet bombing with ease, the sharp sound of breaking through the air and the roar of bombs merging into a magnificent symphony.

"Noise."

Li Ang said indifferently, and slashed towards the airship, and the pale blade of the sword stretched out a distance of thousands of meters in an instant, like the first beam of light that opened the world, tearing through the entire ink-colored sky with a dazzling posture.