The Memoirs of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 275 Airship
Li Ang stared at the airship, raising 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 a streamlined cylindrical shape with a maximum diameter of more than 60 meters. In the middle of the air, it is daunting.

"interesting."

Li Ang commented calmly, "The original Zeppelin is only more than 120 meters long, and it uses a frame support structure, and the longitudinal beams and steel cables are added between each frame for reinforcement—this is mainly because the construction materials are not strong enough.

And these airships all adopt the central axis keel support structure, and the overall frame is constructed in one time, and the appearance is not simple skin, paint, and aluminum powder, but it is probably a lighter metal material.

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

It doesn't need much in-depth thinking. The phenomenon of "resurgent army" can be directly extended to the largest remaining force of the army in the world-Hydra.

"According to Baron Strucker, aren't the top leaders of Hydra a bunch of power-hungry hedonists? Even if they occasionally engage in conspiracies, they are also serving themselves."

Li Ang looked at the airship and said to himself: "When will this group of 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 big country, one of the five permanent members of the United Nations, these airships gradually lowered their hovering altitude recklessly.

Each of them is painted with a red and black two-color theme spray paint, the only difference is the paint style.Or dignified and reserved like a Prussian nobleman, or calm and quiet like a German sergeant, or fanatical and flamboyant like the Army Corps itself during World War II.

"No matter which airship it is, there is no Hydra skull mark on it, so the coordinator behind these airships is a devout fundamentalist terrorist, not a changed Hydra believer .”

There was a slight smile on the corner of Li Ang's mouth, and he became a little interested, and continued to watch all this happening without haste.

The flying speed of these airships seemed to be slow, but they were fast. In a short time, they had already flown over the central city of London, casting huge shadows with their metal solid streamlined shells.

Most of the city was shrouded in darkness, and the majestic and huge individual existence easily aroused the sense of insignificance of human beings. Ordinary people were as humble as dust in front of the giant war beasts made of steel.

In particular, the anti-swastika symbols on the two sets of rudder surfaces at the tail of the airship reproduced the deep-rooted fear in the hearts of Londoners who had received patriotic history education.

"How, how is it possible?"

"**,yes**!"

"God, they're back"

"What about our air force? Where is it in our space?"

Exclamations came one after another, and the young London residents may not understand the situation. For them, World War II or the Army Corps is just a piece of history passed down in books, old photos, and documentaries, lacking a reliable sense of reality.

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

Swarms of fighter jets covering the sky, roaring high-explosive bombs, a bustling city reduced to ruins, and an inhuman killing frenzy.

What Germany brought to the British Isles was an indelible trauma.

This wound may gradually heal and scab over time, but under the shallow scab, the cut, scratched, and pierced flesh has not healed, and there will still be a dull pain.

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

The screeching sound of the air being torn apart came from high above.

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

A series of jet-black dots, like stains from the hands of an urchin, splashed wantonly on the wide scroll of London, colliding with the most conspicuous and unruly high-rise buildings.

that's the bomb,

boom!
A certain black point smashed into the center of the tall building, and the roar of the explosion suddenly sounded, reverberating passionately in the air.

The shock wave tore through all the windows of the entire building, and the shards of glass poured down, tumbling endlessly during the fall, reflecting the bleak moonlight, mottled.

The flames soared into the sky, and scorching air waves swept across the surroundings. The high temperature enough to melt steel caused the overall structure of the building to slowly deform, and it collapsed irreversibly downward.

The carpet bombing has just begun. As a series of black dots fall one after another, a series of important landmark buildings such as the Houses of Parliament, Trafalgar Square, the British Museum, and Whitehall have all been devastated.

The flames were blooming all over London, there was no announcement of war broadcast, and no warning horns were honked. These anti-swastika flags were like weapons of war from the last century.
Just teach London residents who are used to living in peaceful times what fear is.

Steel cannonballs stuffed with gunpowder will not discriminate based on the social status, race, age, or gender of the victim, and will not be dissatisfied because the target of the attack is a luxury villa instead of an air defense fortification.

Cannonballs are murderous weapons without emotion, and the only purpose they are made for is bombing.

To re-plow every inch of land, tear every building to shreds, and crush every individual living creature within a given range. This is the ultimate purpose of the bombing.

The residents of England, who were still collectively fanatical just now, have fallen into panic at this moment.

Prime Minister Rachel Ross dismantled the symbolic air-raid siren broadcast system long ago due to the actions of V for Vendetta. At this moment, the air attack from the German army has given the public a bitter taste.

In a panic, the residents of England could not show firm willpower to control the ether. Even if some magic net users tried to save the collapse of the bombed building, they had no choice but to give up due to the lack of manpower and mixed in with the collapsed crowd. .

"Air strike!"

"The Germans are back!"

"**, it's **, they are here to bomb us!"

Perhaps on the surface of the land, the British people who have obtained the right to use the magic net can attack the blood clan positions.But the Japanese German airship high above the sky, relying on the huge gap in vertical height, casts silent contempt and contempt on the bottom.

The bomb chamber was still dropping shells of different specifications and sizes, and a top-heavy bomb spun out of the bomb chamber and fell straight towards the dark alley.

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

The steel shell of the bomb is dug deep into the ground, and the recoil is transmitted along the inner core, which contacts the fuze and ignites the charge.

In the next second, this giant bomb will dig a crater as deep as more than [-] meters, destroying all the buildings within tens of meters around.

In the nick of time, Li Ang raised his arm, using his aura to control the soil and sand, and in an instant, he created a sinkhole deep in the ground, and deftly passed through the soil and sand, squeezing the bombs and falling continuously.

Finally, an explosion occurred in the deepest part of the ground.

The noisy and violent destructive energy had nowhere to vent, and tried to pass through the surface reinforced by the aura but failed. It could only send shock waves to the vicinity of the surface in vain, causing dust to fly.

Li Ang rolled up his sleeves lightly and looked up at the sky.

He raised his palm, and the condensed spiritual energy solidified into the appearance of a simple long sword, resting in his hand, pointing obliquely at the sky.

Those airships were still circling, carrying out carpet bombing with ease and ease. The sharp sound of piercing the air and the roar of bombs merged into a grand and magnificent symphony.

"Noisy."

Li Ang said indifferently, and he drew his sword towards the airship, and the pale sword edge extended a distance of thousands of meters in an instant, like the first beam of light that broke the world, tearing the entire black sky with a dazzling posture.

(End of this chapter)