It's like a whirlwind!
The bombs falling from the sky swept away everything on the ground like a whirlwind. The Prussian cannon was blown into the sky in the violent explosion, the artillery carriage was shattered by the explosion, and the steel-forged barrel was twisted in the explosion.
The Prussians who were showing off their power a few hours ago were turned into a bunch of headless flies during the bombing. Their cannons were destroyed and their artillerymen were killed.
At the same time, even the camp more than ten kilometers away from the front line suffered an almost devastating blow, and bombs fell from the sky like raindrops.
The special anti-infantry bomb weighs only one kilogram. Unlike ordinary bombs that are dropped one by one, it is placed in a cylindrical box. It looks like a big bomb, but it needs to light the fuse before being dropped.
Fifty seconds later, the gunpowder exploded the fastening ropes of the box. The moment the box was opened, hundreds of small bombs scattered like raindrops.
This is a primitive cluster bomb!
Unlike ordinary small bombs that are too spread out, they are evenly distributed. When the airship arrived at the Prussian camp, the Prussian troops in the camp were still enjoying the summer sunshine as usual, waiting to head to the front line at any time.
The explosion happened at this moment. Without any warning, those small bombs dropped from the sky and began to explode in twos and threes directly among the people. The shrapnel flying in all directions tore the bodies of the soldiers near the explosion point into pieces, or tore apart someone.
The unlucky bullet blew up into the sky, followed by more explosions.
For at least three to five seconds, people were stunned by the sudden explosion. Everyone paused, and then began to shout and rush around. Many people fell directly to the ground, trying to avoid the explosion.
Flying fragments and small bombs falling from the sky exploded one after another, one after another, and the explosion sound even sounded a bit like the continuous sound of firecrackers.
But in just the blink of an eye, the camp was razed to the ground by a violent explosion. Flying shrapnel roared in the air, taking away the lives of many people. The place had become a complete hell. Those who survived had nothing else to worry about.
, they just ran as hard as they could, towards the nearby woods, leaving behind a field of screaming wounded people, as well as corpse fragments scattered all over the place.
"Boom boom boom..."
The bombs exploded in pieces like firecrackers, and soldiers were knocked down or blown away in groups.
Lieutenant Kolmar von der Goltz, who was in the forest, was undoubtedly lucky. In order to save bombs, the airship did not drop bombs into the forest. Occasionally, some bombs flew nearby and exploded. The shock wave shattered the windows.
The glass was shattered and several soldiers in front of the window were injured, but they still did not leave the window.
They waved their arms to their comrades in the distance, cheering them on at the top of their lungs, calling for them to escape into the forest.
"Is this an airship?"
Lieutenant Kolma looked up at the sky. There were more than twenty giant airships flying in the sky like prehistoric behemoths, dropping thousands of bombs.
The violent explosion was like a machine gun, reverberating in the air. Whenever the smoke cloud of the explosion swallowed up an area, they had an illusion that it was the breath of the devil in hell, which swallowed up everything in an instant.
Finally, after the bombing was over.
The soldiers in the forest stopped shouting, and they looked silently at the messy camp outside the forest - the camp that was once full of tents was now burning everywhere, and the tents turned into rags around the smoking craters.
, body fragments were scattered everywhere, and among the limb fragments, there were many injured people struggling in a pool of blood.
Kolma stared at the scene in front of him with jaws on his face. He was completely stunned. He didn't even know what words to use to describe all of this. What was he seeing?
hell!
This is hell!
"Damn it, those damn South Chinese people must have sold their souls to the devil! Otherwise, how could they have such despicable and vicious weapons!"
The Prussian soldiers hiding in the woods used all the most vicious words they could think of to curse those damn South Chinese.
Curse their inhumanity!
Curse their despicability!
Cursed...
What is certain is that during such bombings, those soldiers who were once high-spirited and infected by patriotism even became desperate. For the first time, they discovered that they could not defeat the enemies with courage.
Because the enemy is far above the nine heavens!
"boom!"
Along with the violent explosion, Bismarck saw the cracks in the wine cellar above him shaking, some dust falling down, and his face became very ugly.
The victory that was within reach was lost like this!
Just a few hours before, Bismarck thought he would be victorious, that the proud French emperor would hand over his saber to him, and that Prussia would usher in an unprecedented victory.
But what about now?
The South Chinese airships are like storms coming from the south, they are sweeping everything.
Smoking silently, Bismarck didn't speak. He just sat there, his face... uglier than a corpse soaked in formalin.
It's not just ugly. When faced with victory that was within reach, Bismarck did not appear particularly excited. After all, he had been preparing for this day for decades. Even if victory came, it would be natural.
But what about now?
The Goddess of Victory lifted up her skirt like Germany, and then... nothing happened.
The victory came to naught in the blink of an eye. Seeing everything lost, Bismarck even had an urge to cry in his heart.
Is this God playing a joke on Germany?
They're just some airships. How could they change everything?
But now they are facing the airship, but they can only hide in the wine cellar.
These people still have wine cellars to hide in. But when those ordinary soldiers face bombing from airships, where will they hide?
All he could do was watch the bomb fall on him, and then die in the explosion.
"Boom..." With a violent explosion, the entire wine cellar was shaking violently. Large pieces of mud fell from the top of the head. The room was filled with dust. Everyone was choked by the dust and coughed.
Some people even screamed in fear.
"This place is going to collapse! It's going to collapse..."
"Don't worry, it was a near-miss!"
Moltke casually said that his judgment was accurate, but it was just a near miss. His words made people feel a little calmer. But then, he fell silent again, and almost an hour passed like this. Even around Sedan
When the telegram that the German army was under air attack was sent to him, he only responded lightly.
"knew!"
Now they have all been attacked by airships, not to mention the frontline troops. In such air attacks, there is no difference between the front and the rear. Everyone is the target of air attacks.
After the bombing ended, they walked out of the wine cellar.
When we got to the ground, everything we could see was a mess.
"Fortunately, our munitions warehouse was not destroyed."
Moltke was happy there and smiled at the Prime Minister.
"We can still..."
Suddenly, Moltke stopped talking. He saw the soldiers. The soldiers were sitting or standing against the wall. Some lowered their heads and said nothing, some held their heads and sobbed softly, and some held their heads tightly.
Some people looked at the sky with their fists filled with grief and anger, while others were looking for the living among the corpses everywhere...
Now, it has become a hell here, so what does the front line look like?
The situation there must be more serious than here!
At this moment, a messenger hurried over.
"Your Majesty, Commander-in-Chief, this is an urgent telegram from the front line. The French have begun to break out to the south!"
"oh,"
After receiving the telegram, Moltke looked at the silent Prime Minister and said.
"Prime Minister, the French are breaking out, we..."
"Did the airship leave?"
Bismarck asked.
"Their airship is still in the sky..."
When he said this sentence, Moltke's tone seemed particularly bitter. It was not just because the victory that was within reach was lost like this.
It was more out of some kind of helplessness. When the war broke out, he kept saying that it was no big deal if there were no airships, but what about now?
The bloody fact told him that it was impossible to win the war without airships.
Without airships, can they still prevent the French from breaking out?
This chapter has been completed!