Li Ang stared at the airship and raised his eyebrows with great interest.

These airships are longer than the legendary LZ-127 Zeppelin airship, with a total length of more than 400 meters, and the maximum diameter of the streamlined cylindrical shape is more than 60 meters. It is like a sky-high building being cut off by a single root, hovering horizontally in the air, which is daunting.

"interesting."

Li Ang gave a comment calmly, "The original Zeppelin is only more than 120 meters long and uses a frame support structure. It is reinforced by adding longitudinal beams to steel cables between each frame - this is mainly because the construction material is not strong enough.

These airships all use a central axis keel support structure, and the overall frame is built in one go. The appearance is not simply skin, paint, and aluminum powder, which are probably lighter metal materials.

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

It doesn’t take much in-depth thinking. The phenomenon of “recovered Nazi Legion” can be directly extended to the largest Nazi remnant force in the West, Hydra.

"According to Baron Strack, aren't Hydra's leaders all a group of hedonists who are greedy for power? Even if they occasionally engage in conspiracy, they are just for their own service."

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

In London, England, above the airspace of the capital of this great power, one of the five permanent members of the United Nations, these airships gradually lowered their hovering heights without restraint.

Each of them was sprayed with red and black theme paint, and the only difference was the spray paint style. They were either dignified and reserved like Prussian nobles, or stable and quiet like German sergeants, or fanatical and ostentatious like the Nazi legion itself during World War II.

"No matter which airship it is, there is no Hydra's skeleton mark on it. So the coordinator behind these airships is a devout fundamentalist Nazi, not a changed Hydra believer."

A smile appeared on the corner of Li Ang's mouth, and a little bit of interest was rare, and he continued to watch all this happen without any rush.

The flight speed of these airships seemed slow and fast, and they had flew over the central city of London in a short time, casting huge shadows with the streamlined shell of the metal ground.

Most of the city is shrouded in darkness, and the existence of the towering and huge individuals can easily arouse the insignificance of human beings. Ordinary people are as humble as dust in front of the war beasts made of steel.

Especially the anti-swazi symbols on the two groups of rudders at the rear of the airship at that moment were revived in the hearts of London people who had received patriotic history education.

"How, how is that possible?"

"Nazi, it's Nazi!"

"God, they are back..."

"Where is our Air Force? Where is our space?"

Shocking sounds came one after another, and young London residents might not understand the situation very well. World War II or the Nazi Legion were just a history circulating in books, old photos, and documentaries, lacking a trustworthy sense of reality.

For those British residents who are old enough to have memories of the past in the long river of history, the Nazi Legion is synonymous with fear and death.

The fighter jet cluster that covers the sky and the sun, the high-explosive bombs whistling down, have become bustling cities with ruins and walls, and the inhumane and fanatical killing attributes.

What Germany brought to the British Isles was indelible trauma.

This trauma may gradually heal and scab as time goes by, but under the shallow blood scab, it is cut and cut, and the flesh pierced through has not healed and will still cause a faint pain.

Just as the people were stunned, the bullet basin below the airship suddenly opened.

The scream of the torn air coming from the sky.

The black dots, as dark as ink, and as small as a series of black dots as a fly's head, fell down.

A series of black ink dots were like stains in the hands of a naughty boy, splashing on the wide scroll of London, colliding with the most conspicuous and unrestrained high-rise buildings.

That's a bomb,

boom!

A black dot smashed into the middle of the high-rise building, and the explosion suddenly rang out, echoing passionately in the air.

The shock wave tore up all the windows of the entire building, and glass fragments poured down, rolling endlessly during the fall, reflecting the cold moonlight and mottled.

The fires surged into the sky, and the scorching waves swept around, which was enough to allow the high temperature of the melting steel to slowly deform the overall structure of the building and collapsed downward irreversibly.

Carpet bombing has just begun. With the continuous fall of a series of black dots, a series of important landmark buildings such as the Parliament Building, Trafalgar Square, the British Museum, and Whitehall have been devastatingly hit.

Fires bloomed throughout London, no radio declaration of war, no warning whistle, these anti-swastika flags were like war weapons from the last century, at the first time

It is to teach the residents of London who are used to living in peacetime, what is fear?

Steel shells stuffed with gunpowder will not discriminate because of the victim's social status, race, age, and gender, nor will they feel resentful because the target of the attack is a luxury villa rather than an air defense fortification.

Cannonballs are emotionally murderous weapons, and the only meaning they are made is bombing.

Re-plow every inch of land, tear every building into pieces, and crush every biological individual moving within a given range into pieces, which is the ultimate purpose of bombing.

The British residents who were still collectively fanatical just now are already in panic.

Because of the actions of the V-shaped Vendetta team a long time ago, Prime Minister Rachel Ross dismantled the symbolic air strike alarm broadcast system. At this moment, the air attack from the German army made the people taste the bitter fruit.

In a panic, British residents could not show their firm willpower to control the ether. Even if some magic net users tried to save the collapse of the bombed building, they could only give up because of their weak manpower and mixed into the collapsed crowd.

"Air strike!"

"The Germans are back!"

"Nazis, they are Nazis. They are here to bomb us!"

Perhaps on the surface of the land, the British people who had obtained the right to use the magic net could attack the vampire position. However, the Nazi German airships above the sky, relying on the huge gap in vertical height, silently contempt and contempt below.

The bomb dropping cabin is still putting shells of different specifications and sizes, and a top-heavy bomb that is spinning and falling out of the bomb dropping cabin, falling straight towards the dark alley.

This giant bomb weighing 5 tons and nearly 6 meters high, specially used to deal with reinforced concrete air defense construction fortifications fell in front of Li Ang.

The steel shell of the bomb was chiseled deep into the ground, and the recoil was transmitted along the inner core, contacting the fuse, and igniting the charge.

The next second, the giant bomb will dig out a crater of more than 20 meters deep, destroying all buildings within dozens of meters around.

At the critical moment, Li Ang raised his arm, controlled the spiritual energy to control the mud and sand. In an instant, he created a sinking pit deep in the ground, and nimblely squeezed the bomb and fell continuously through the mud and sand.

Finally, an explosion occurred deep in the ground.

The noisy and violent destructive energy had nowhere to be released. It tried to return to the surface that was reinforced by spiritual energy without success. It could only pass the shock waves to the vicinity near the surface, shaking up dust and flying.

Li Ang rolled up his sleeves lightly, looking up at the sky.

He raised his palm, condensed the spiritual energy and solidified it into a simple long sword, and placed it in his hand, pointing obliquely towards the sky.

The airships were still circling, carpet bombing easily and freely. The sharp sound of breaking through the air and the roar of bombs merged into a magnificent symphony.

"Noisy."

Li Ang said indifferently, drawing his sword towards the airship, and the pale sword edge instantly extended thousands of meters away, like the first beam of light that opened the world, tearing the entire ink sky with a dazzling posture.
Chapter completed!