The Leviathan landed on a dusty air field on the western outskirts of Paris, several kilometers wide.

In the center of the aerofield stands an anchor tower that looks like a lighthouse on the steppe.

Regardless of the country's air boats, they need to be fixed in this way to withstand strong winds.

More than a dozen ground crews were reaching out to grab the ropes thrown from the airship, their movements were very swift, and their bright red round hats stood out against the background of the grass.

"Much better than the group of people we met in St. Petersburg." Raman said.

"Airship technology is not something that North Russia is good at." Tesla said, he said helplessly, "Or there's nothing good at it." ”

"With such a huge territory, it's only a matter of time before it rises again." "Huge resources and sufficient strategic depth are the necessary foundation of a great power, and this is why Germany is so desperate to acquire new colonies." ”

Tesla shrugged his shoulders undeniably.

The engines were spinning at full strength, propelling the airship forward into the wind, and ten minutes later, the Leviathan was held in place by dozens of ropes. The airbags of the airboat are against the anchor tower.

"Their anchorage points are a little too high." Tesla frowned and said, "We are still more than ten meters from the ground!" ”

"That's how it was planned." Raman pointed into the distance, "You probably haven't been to West Fland, Mr. Tesla. ”

Tesla followed his line of sight, and something was coming from the bushes.

It was a mech, but unlike any of the more utilitarian mechs he'd ever seen on the battlefield, it was an animal-shaped mech, somewhat rooster-like overall, with smoke belching from several exhaust pipes at the end.

Although it only has two legs, the recurve and chicken feet are designed to increase grip, and it is not slower than the rest of the mechs.

"The Gallic chicken is the symbol of West Fland, so this mecha is also used to receive distinguished guests." Raman explained.

Tesla nodded, he quietly stared at this mecha, at least a dozen meters high, it was the tallest of all the mecha he had ever seen, and the shape was also very unique.

The rooster wasn't the best-looking beast than any of the other beasts, but the designers of this mech had clearly put a lot of thought into it. As a ceremonial welcome mecha, its posture is majestic, its head is held high, and it does have the vigor of a strong country.

The woods where the mecha left, the sunlight shone on the fuselage, the steel body that threw the light shone like a mirror, and a sunshade was built on the back of the mecha, and several people in uniform stood on the platform.

Before he could think about it, the huge mecha had already arrived next to the airship's pod, and a gangway had been erected between the two.

The rest of the main personnel on the airboat, except for the pilot, also walked up the gangway and walked under the awning on the back of the mech.

Tesla felt like sitting on the back of this mecha like a boat on the sea, and the seat under this awning swayed from side to side with the pace of the mecha, fortunately the amplitude was not large, and there was a rhythm, otherwise he would have been seasick.

He focused his attention on a middle-aged man of about fifty years old, who was wearing a military uniform, somewhat bald, and had an upturned mustache, and he knew that his status was not simple by looking at the rank and ribbon on his shoulders.

He was the commander of West France, Joseph.

At the moment, he was chatting with Reilly.

Then, he looked at Tesla and walked over slowly, stretched out his hand and held his hand, and said excitedly.

"You're Mr. Tesla, I've been listening to your name in the back, and now I finally have a chance to meet you!

Thanks to you, we were able to defeat the invaders! ”

"You're overrated." Tesla said, "It was the brave soldiers of this country who were not afraid to sacrifice their lives to really help you resist the invaders, and I only gave the final blow to the already ruined empire." ”

Joseph smiled, "You're right. ”

Then he looked at Joan of Arc again, and said softly, "Son, you have done a good job, you have saved this country, just like the saint a hundred years ago." ”

After a moment of silence, Joan of Arc asked, "What is Germany's reaction?" ”

"After the explosion, we continued to put pressure on Germany, and the major newspapers reported on it, and we continued to publish leaflets.

And inform them through the government that if they do not surrender, the weapon will fall in Berlin.

The fighting on the front lines has largely stopped, our army is constantly oppressing, and I think it must have been a matter of the last few days that they signed the Treaty of Defeat. ”

His complexion was very ruddy, "How much war reparations do you think we should give them?" ”

Joan of Arc didn't say a word, just lowered her eyes.

Joseph quickly saw the heaviness of her heart, and he asked with concern, "What's wrong?" ”

"Give her some time." Rahman spoke on one side, "She just ordered the bombing of a city, and hundreds of thousands of people died from that order. ”

Joseph understood what Laman meant, and he muttered for a moment, as if organizing the language, and then he spoke to her.

"When I first joined the army, I encountered war, and I was in my twenties at that time, and I was determined to give everything for my country.

I thought I was fearless, but when I actually faced the enemy, I couldn't shoot at all and almost died on the battlefield, but fortunately I was saved by a veteran.

The veteran said something to me that I still remember. ”

He looked at Joan of Arc, "On the battlefield, if you're not ready to shoot, you're never ready, you're only ready to die.

This world is very real, and it is impossible to stop the war and not die at the same time.

You have to understand that when you want to gain something, you have to lose something.

You also have to remember that this war was not provoked by us.

And those who died, not because of us, but because of those who provoked this war.

They are the price paid by those who are real war criminals. ”

"I understand all these truths, so I gave this order." Joan of Arc said earnestly, "But that doesn't stop me from feeling heavy. ”

She looked at everything below, "The people of this city thought I was the reincarnation of the Holy Maiden hundreds of years ago, but I am not a Holy Maiden. Even if she is really a saint, she has no right to ignore the life she has taken. ”

Joseph's brow furrowed slightly, and he smiled, "Then I probably understand what you mean, you have always known what you have to do." ”

He smiled, "But let's laugh next." ”

Joseph nodded slowly towards the slowly opening gate of the air field.

"They're all waiting for you."

Outside the door, a large road leads to the city, and as the mecha advances, the streets gradually become more and more pedestrians, and the buildings get taller and taller, even reaching the height of the mecha.

The streets were lined with people, and the gendarmes were trying to maintain order, and when the mechs passed, it was like a small boat sailing through a river formed by the crowds.

Seeing the arrival of the mecha, the crowd suddenly erupted in an uproar.

People excitedly shouted Joan of Arc's name, waved ribbons in their hands, and some waved newspapers in their hands, which reported on Joan of Arc's achievements on the front lines.

Everyone had a smile on their face, and some parents even had their children sit on their shoulders to see Joan of Arc.

Since the bombing of Paris, a dark cloud has hung over everyone's heads.

War came to them very intuitively, affecting the lives of each and every one of them.

With the continuous news of the sacrifices on the front line and the situation of the battle, everyone's mood was depressed, and every night there was a fear of the next bombardment.

However, with the Katyusha that Joan of Arc dropped on the front line, the clouds of the entire city were torn apart, and there was such a powerful weapon that was enough to protect them all.

Last night, people had a rare good night's sleep, and today when they heard that Joan of Arc had returned to Paris, everyone was excited to return to the streets to greet her.

The sound of the huge cheers hit the people on the mecha, and the depression in Joan of Arc's eyes also recovered a lot.

"See, kid." Joseph's voice rang in Joan of Arc's ears, "Don't think too much about what you can't save, there are so many people in this world who can't be saved than you think." Look at what you have saved. ”

Joan of Arc was speechless, and the expression on her face softened a little as she watched the smiles of everyone on the street, and the children who were being carried by their fathers on their shoulders and waving the streamers in their hands.

As Joseph said, all this is also the driving force on the front line.

It was a vow she made after her parents died. Let the people of West France no longer experience the pain of the destruction of their families like her, and let the war be far away from any good people.

Of course, in her view, the life saved and the life taken away are equivalent, and the joy of the saved life cannot be ignored to ignore the guilt of the life taken.

She has decided to carry everything on her back, she never chose to run the army in order to enter heaven, she is for the country, for the land under her feet, so even if she goes to hell, she does not regret it.

She just figured it out, that's all.

However, just as her mood changed, she felt a vibration from the mecha, which she had thought was the vibration of the mecha.

But when she noticed that the houses around her were shaking, and even buzzing, her complexion changed slightly.

And in the next moment, a loud sound like the heavens and the earth were cracking, and a huge wind and waves followed, like a passing wind, hitting their street, lifting all the streamers into the sky. Some of the windows were shattered by the shock wave, and the glass rained down.

Because of the previous bombing, people were shadowed by the sound of the explosion, so the excited and happy people in the streets screamed in horror and tried to flee in all directions.

Joan of Arc, Tesla and others also slowly turned their heads with empty eyes, and at the end of this street, where the clouds and the earth meet, a huge mushroom cloud as dazzling as the sun slowly rises.

It's like. The explosion before was average.

The dazzling light that lit up the sky was like their blank brains at the moment, and everyone stood in place in a daze

(End of chapter)