Chapter 458 The Iron-Blooded Prime Minister Who Wants to Cry (First Update, Please Subscribe)
It's like a whirlwind!
The bombs that fell from the sky swept everything on the ground like a whirlwind. The Prussian cannons were blown into the sky in the violent explosion, the gun carriages were blown to pieces, and the steel-forged gun barrels were twisted in the explosion.
The Prussians, who had been so powerful a few hours ago, became a group of headless flies in 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 a nearly devastating blow, with bombs falling from the sky like raindrops.
The specially made anti-infantry bomb weighs only one kilogram. Unlike ordinary bombs that are thrown one by one, it is packed in a cylindrical box. It looks like a big bomb, but the fuse needs to be ignited before throwing. After 50 seconds, the gunpowder explodes the fixing rope of the box. The moment the box is opened, hundreds of small bombs scatter like raindrops.
This is a primitive cluster bomb!
Unlike ordinary small bombs that were scattered too widely, this one was scattered evenly. When the airship arrived at the Prussian camp, the Prussian soldiers in the camp were still enjoying the summer sunshine as usual, waiting to go to the front line at any time.
The explosion happened at this moment, without any warning, the small bombs that fell from the sky exploded in twos and threes among the people. The flying shrapnel tore the bodies of the soldiers near the explosion point, or blew some unlucky bombs directly into the sky, followed by more explosions.
For at least three to five seconds, people were stunned by the sudden explosion. Everyone paused for a moment, then began to shout and rush around. Many people fell directly to the ground, trying to avoid the flying debris from the explosion.
However, the small bombs that fell from the sky kept exploding near them, one after another, one after another, and the sound of the explosions even sounded a bit like endless firecrackers.
But in the blink of an eye, the camp was razed to the ground by the violent explosion. Shrapnel whistled in the air, taking many lives. This place has become a complete hell. The survivors didn't care about anything else. They just ran desperately towards the nearby woods, leaving behind screaming wounded and bloody body fragments.
“Boom boom boom…”
Bombs exploded in large numbers like firecrackers, and soldiers were knocked down or blown away in groups.
Lieutenant Kolmar von der Goltz was undoubtedly lucky in the forest. In order to save bombs, the airship did not drop bombs on the forest. Only occasionally some bombs flew to the nearby area and exploded. The shock wave shattered the glass of the window, and several soldiers in front of the window were injured. However, they still did not leave the window.
They waved their arms towards their comrades in the distance, cheered them on at the top of their lungs, and called on them to escape into the forest.
"Is this the airship?"
Lieutenant Colma looked up at the sky. More than twenty giant airships were flying in the air like prehistoric monsters, dropping thousands of bombs.
The violent explosions echoed in the air like machine guns. Every time the smoke from the explosion engulfed an area, they had an illusion - it was the breath of the devil from hell, and it swallowed everything in an instant.
Finally, after the bombing was over.
The soldiers in the forest stopped shouting. They silently looked at the devastated camp outside the forest. The camp that was once full of tents was now burning everywhere. The tents turned into rags. Around the smoking craters, there were fragments of corpses everywhere. Among the fragments of limbs, there were many wounded struggling in a pool of blood.
Korma stared at the scene in front of him with his mouth wide open. He was completely stunned. He didn't even know what words to use to describe it all. What was he seeing?
hell!
This is hell!
"Damn it! Those damned 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 cursed those damned South Chinese with all the most vicious words they could think of.
Curse their inhumanity!
Curse their vileness!
Cursing...
What is certain is that in 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 by relying on courage.
Because the enemy is far above the nine heavens!
"boom!"
Along with the loud explosion, Bismarck saw the cracks in the wine cellar above his head shaking, and some dust fell down. His face became very ugly.
The victory that was within reach was lost just like that!
Just a few hours ago, Bismarck thought he would win, the proud French emperor would surrender his sword to him, and Prussia would usher in an unprecedented victory.
But what about now?
The airships of the South Chinese were like a storm coming from the south, sweeping away everything.
Bismarck smoked silently without saying a word. He just sat there, his face... uglier than a corpse soaked in formalin.
It was not just ugly. When faced with victory within reach, Bismarck did not seem particularly excited. After all, he had been preparing for this day for decades. Even if victory came, it was only natural.
But what about now?
The goddess of victory lifted the hem of her skirt like Germany, and then... nothing happened.
Victory vanished in the blink of an eye. Seeing everything lost, Bismarck even had an urge to cry.
Is God playing a joke on Germany?
They were just some airships. How could they possibly change anything?
But now they are facing the airship and can only hide in the wine cellar.
They still have wine cellars to hide in. But where can ordinary soldiers hide when facing bombings from airships?
All they could do was watch the bomb fall on them and then die in the explosion.
"Boom..." Following a loud explosion, the entire wine cellar began to shake violently. Large pieces of mud and dust fell from the top of the head. The room was filled with dust. Everyone was choked by the dust and started coughing. Some people even shouted in fear.
"This place is going to collapse! It's going to collapse..."
"Don't worry, it's a near miss!"
Moltke casually said that his judgment was correct, but it was just a near miss, and his words calmed people down a little. But then he was silent again, and almost an hour passed. Even when the telegram about the air raid on the German troops around Sedan was sent to him, he just responded lightly.
"knew!"
Now they have all been attacked by airships, not to mention the troops on the front line. In such an air attack, there is no distinction between the front and the rear. Everyone is the target of the air attack.
As the bombing ended, they walked out of the wine cellar.
After arriving on the ground, all I saw was a mess.
"Fortunately, our munitions warehouse was not destroyed."
Moltke was rejoicing there and smiled at the Prime Minister.
"We can still..."
Suddenly, Moltke stopped talking. He saw the soldiers, who were sitting or standing against the wall. Some bowed their heads and kept silent, some held their heads and sobbed quietly, some clenched their fists and looked at the sky in grief and anger, and some were looking for the living among the corpses scattered all over the ground...
Now, it has become a hell here, so what does the front line look like?
The situation there must be more serious than here!
Just then, a messenger came running over.
"Mr. Commander, this is an urgent telegram from the front. The French have begun to break out to the south!"
"oh,"
After taking the telegram, Moltke looked at the silent prime minister and said.
"Prime Minister, the French are breaking out, we..."
"Has the airship left?"
Bismarck asked.
"Their airship is still in the sky..."
When he said this, Moltke's tone was particularly bitter. It was not just because the victory that was within his grasp was lost just like that.
It was more out of some kind of helplessness. When the war broke out, he kept saying that it was no big deal to not have an airship, but what about now?
The bloody facts told him that it was impossible to win the war without airships.
Without airships, could they stop the French breakout?
(End of this chapter)
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