I weave fate in parallel time and space

Chapter 411 Another Explosion

The Leviathan landed on a dusty airfield on the western outskirts of Paris, which was several kilometers wide.

In the center of the airport stands an anchor tower, which looks like a lighthouse on the grassland.

No matter which country's airboat it is, it needs to be fixed in this way to withstand strong winds.

A dozen ground staff were reaching out to grab the rope thrown from the airship. Their movements were very agile, and their bright red round hats were very conspicuous against the grass.

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

"Aircraft technology is not something that North Russia is good at." Tesla said, he said helplessly, "Or there is nothing that North Russia is good at."

"With such a huge territory, it is only a matter of time before it rises again." Reilly said once, "Huge resources and sufficient strategic depth are the necessary foundation for a strong country. What is this, Germany will be so The reason for the urgent desire to acquire new colonies.”

Tesla shrugged irresolutely.

The engine was turning at full speed, pushing the airship forward into the wind. 10 minutes later, the Leviathan was secured by dozens of ropes.The airbag of the airboat pressed against the anchor tower.

"Their fixed point is a bit high." Tesla frowned, "We are still more than ten meters above the ground!"

"This is the original plan." Raman pointed into the distance, "You must have never been to West France, Mr. Tesla."

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

It was a mecha, but it was different from the mechas he had seen that were more practical on the battlefield. It was an animal-shaped mecha. The whole thing looked like a rooster, with several exhaust pipes at the end gushing out. Thick smoke.

Although it only has two legs, the reverse curve and chicken claw design increase the grip, and it runs no slower than other mechas.

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

Tesla nodded, and he stared at the mecha quietly. It was at least ten meters tall. It was the tallest of all the mechas he had ever seen, and its shape was also very unique.

Compared with other beasts, the rooster is not the most beautiful, but the designer of this mecha obviously put a lot of thought into it.As a ceremonial welcome mecha, it has a majestic posture, holds its head high, and indeed has the vigor of a powerful country.

In the woods where the mecha left, the sun shone on the fuselage, and the polished steel body shone like a mirror. An awning was built on the back of the mecha, and several people in uniforms stood on the platform.

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

Except for the pilot, the other main personnel on the airship also walked up the gangway and walked under the awning on the back of the mecha.

Tesla felt like sitting on the back of this mecha was like sailing on the sea. The seat under the 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 probably Seasick.

Special attention was focused on a middle-aged man of about 50 years old who was also above. He was wearing a military uniform, somewhat bald, and had an upturned mustache. You could tell his status by looking at the military rank and ribbon on his shoulders. It's not that simple anymore.

He was Joseph, the commander of Western France.

At this moment, he was chatting animatedly with Rayleigh.

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

"You are Mr. Tesla, I have been hearing your name from behind here, and now I finally have the opportunity to meet you!

Thanks to you we were able to defeat the invaders! "

"You are exaggerating," Tesla said. "What really helped you resist the invaders were the heroic soldiers of this country who were not afraid of sacrifice, and I only gave the final blow to the empire that was already ending."

Joseph smiled, "You are right."

Then, he looked at Joan of Arc again, with soft eyes and said, "My child, you did a great job. You saved this country, just like the saint a hundred years ago."

After Joan was silent for a moment, she asked, "How did Germany react?"

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

And they were informed through the government level that if they did not surrender, the weapon would end up in Berlin.

The fighting on the front line has basically stopped, and our army is constantly oppressing us. I think it was only in the past few days that they signed the defeat treaty. "

His complexion was very rosy, "How much war reparations do you think we should pay them?"

Jeanne didn't say anything, just lowered her eyes.

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

"Give her some time." Raman said from one side, "She just ordered the bombing of a city, and 10 people died from this order."

Joseph understood what Raman meant. He pondered for a moment, as if he was organizing his words, and then he said to her. “When I first joined the army, I encountered a war. At that time, I was only in my 20s, full of energy, and determined to give everything for the country.

I thought I was fearless, but when I actually faced the enemy, I couldn't fire at all and almost died on the battlefield. 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 are not ready to shoot, you are never ready, you can only be considered ready to die.
This world is very real. It is impossible to stop the war without killing people.

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

You must also remember that we did not start this war.

And those who died did not die because of us, but because of those who started this war.

They are the price paid by those real war criminals. "

"I understand all these principles, so I issued this order." Joan of Arc said seriously, "However, this does not prevent me from feeling heavy."

She looked at everything below, "People in this city think that I am the reincarnation of the saint hundreds of years ago, but I am not a saint. Even if I am really a saint, I have no right to ignore her. s life."

Joseph's brows relaxed slightly and he smiled, "Then I probably understand what you mean. You have always known what you should do."

He smiled, "But then just smile."

Joseph nodded slowly towards the airport gate that slowly opened.

"They're all waiting for you."

Outside the door, a road leads directly to the city. As the mecha advances, there are gradually more pedestrians on the street, and the buildings are getting taller and taller, even reaching the same height as the mecha.

There were people standing on both sides of the street, and the military police were working hard to maintain order. When the mecha passed by, it was like a small boat sailing through the river formed by the crowd.

Seeing the arrival of the mecha, the crowd suddenly burst into uproar.

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

Everyone's face was filled with smiles, and some parents even let their children sit on their shoulders so they could see Joan's face.

Ever since the bombing of Paris, a dark cloud has hung over everyone.

The war came to them very intuitively, affecting each of their lives.

As news of the sacrifices on the front line and the war situation continued to come, everyone was in a depressed mood. Every night, some people were afraid of the next bombing.

However, with the Katyusha thrown by Joan of Arc on the front line, the clouds in the entire city were torn apart. The existence of such a powerful weapon was enough to protect them all.

Last night, people had a rare good sleep, and today when they heard that Joan of Arc was returning to Paris, everyone excitedly returned to the streets to welcome her arrival.

The sound wave formed by the huge cheers impacted the people on the mecha, and the depression in Jeanne's eyes also recovered a lot.

"See, child." Joseph's voice came to Joan's ears, "You don't need to think too much about what you can't save. There are more people in this world who can't be saved than you think. Many more. Look at what you have saved.”

Joan of Arc was speechless. She looked at the smiles of everyone on the street and the way the children were carried on their shoulders by their fathers, waving the streamers in their hands in ignorance. The expression on her face softened slightly. Some.

As Joseph said, all of this is motivation on the front line.

That was a vow she made after her parents died.Let the West French people no longer experience the pain of losing their families like her, and let war keep away any kind person.

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

She has decided to bear everything. She never chose to lead the army to enter heaven. She did it for this country and the land beneath her feet, so even if she entered hell, she had no regrets.

She just figured it out, that's all.

However, just as her mood changed, she felt the vibration coming from the mecha. She originally thought it was the vibration from the mecha.

However, when she discovered that the surrounding houses were shaking and even humming, her expression changed slightly.

And at the next moment, a loud noise like the heaven and earth cracking resounded throughout the sky, followed by huge wind waves, which hit their street like a passing wind, lifting all the ribbons into the sky.Some windows were shattered by the shock wave, and glass rained down.

Because of the previous bombing, people were shadowed by the explosion, so the originally excited and happy people on the street screamed in terror and wanted to flee in all directions.

Joan of Arc, Tesla and others also slowly turned their heads with empty eyes. At the end of the street, where the clouds and the ground meet, a huge mushroom cloud slowly rose as bright as the sun.

Just like the previous explosion.
The dazzling light that lights up the sky is just like their blank brains at this moment. Everyone stands in place in a daze.
(End of this chapter)