I was a tycoon in World War I: Starting to save France.

In the city of Antwerp, hundreds of thousands of people witnessed the entire battle.

They thought Antwerp was doomed this time. Many people even held their children and sobbed softly, or were trembling and thinking about where they could hide their children, or whether they could save their lives by surrendering.

However……

Before they could think of an answer, the monster approaching them in the sky turned into a ball of fire and disintegrated in explosions.

The change happened so suddenly that many people didn't understand what happened. They just stared blankly at the monster that scared them out of their wits and collapsed in front of them. No one in the crowd spoke except for a cry of surprise.

After a while, someone asked:

"Did our people do it?"

Someone immediately answered:

"Of course, didn't you see what our plane hit?"

"Yeah, it had smoke and I saw it explode! I didn't know what it was though!"

"When did we have such powerful weapons?"

…

The crowd was silent. You looked at me and I looked at you. They didn't know what kind of weapon this was.

Suddenly someone mentioned a possibility:

"Ciel is in the city. He invented the tank and the tricycle. Could this weapon be the same..."

This awakened people, and they discussed enthusiastically:

"You're right, that must be the case!"

"Who else but him could have invented such a weapon?"

"God, he saved us again!"

…

People clapped their hands to celebrate, and many cried with joy. They hugged their children tightly and said to them again and again:

"We're saved! We're saved!"

"Ciel saved us!"

"When you grow up, you must become like Ciel. He is a hero and a role model for everyone!"

…

I don’t know who started it, but people waved their fists and shouted rhythmically:

"Ciel!"

"Ciel!"

"Ciel!"

…

Albert I looked down at the city from the observation deck. He nodded happily listening to the cries coming from below. He turned to look at General Guise with the joy of a winner in his eyes: "It seems that the Belgian people also believe in Xia Xia." Well, they're just like me, General!"

General Giese said "Uh-huh" awkwardly twice, not knowing how to answer. He knew that any rebuttal would be weak and they would all become shameless slander, at least for now.

Contrary to the high morale of the Belgian military and civilians, the German soldiers were overwhelmed by this sudden "disaster".

The airship flew from the east and passed the German position. It was right over the heads of the Germans when it was shot down. The soldiers saw every detail clearly, including several "shells" fired by the aircraft.

Flames scattered from the sky like rain. Some burned up in the air and completely disappeared into the air before they hit the ground. Some smashed down with a "clang, clang, clang", and some even fell into the soldiers' trenches. , the soldiers fled one after another.

The German soldiers didn't even think of stepping forward to rescue him.

They knew it was in vain. The upper part of the airship had been blown to pieces, while some of the lower part remained.

But all that could be seen were flames, and even the aluminum keels were on fire. They burst out with sparks and smoke, burning like a volcano, and the battlefield almost turned into purgatory.

After a while, some German soldiers commented with lingering fear:

"Did I read that correctly? Was that a cannonball? Did the cannonball blow it up?"

"Yes, what else can there be besides artillery?"

"How did they get the cannon onto the plane?"

"This...you should ask Ciel!"

…

Then everyone knew that this was the masterpiece of Shire. The name "Shire" was deeply imprinted on their hearts like fiery red chromium iron. The memory was profound and lingering like a nightmare.

Besler watched all this silently, and gradually slumped against the stone next to him, as if his own strength was no longer enough to support the torso.

Suddenly, he thought that there was still "Big Bertha". As long as there was "Big Bertha", there was still hope of victory!

Thinking of this, Besler suddenly stood up and looked in the direction of "Big Bertha", and the next second he shouted: "Protect Big Bertha, the plane, the enemy's plane..."

Besler was a quick reactioner. He was still able to remain rational at this time and thought of a possibility: If the enemy's aircraft was equipped with artillery to blow up the airship, could it also blow up the "Big Bertha"?

Therefore, when he saw two biplanes flying towards "Big Bertha", he immediately realized that the battle was not over yet.

Even "Big Bertha" may be the real target that Ciel wants to destroy!

Damn it, I was tricked by Ciel again!

Besler was very upset. Blowing up the airship just drew everyone's attention, including mine!

However, not everyone has such reaction speed. The others all stared blankly at the sky, and some looked at Besler, wondering what he meant by what he shouted.

Protect? How to protect?

Why did planes blow up "Big Bertha"?

Isn't it used to blow up airships?

…

Several of the German pilots responded in time.

Just as the two biplanes dived in two directions toward the "Big Bertha" and pointed their noses at the target, suddenly a "Pigeon" crossed over and hit a biplane.

The more fragile "Dove" was smashed to pieces in an instant. Although the biplane was strong, its wing was still broken in half. After losing balance, it rolled and dived to the ground and disintegrated with a sound of shattering. Soon, a fire broke out.

Bessler shouted in surprise: "There is one more, there is one more!"

But in fact, he was not the one in command. The battlefield was completely dependent on the consciousness and initiative of the German pilots. In this era, no ground unit could command the aircraft flying in the air, especially in this critical moment.

Another German "Dove" followed the only remaining biplane.

It was driven by Eric. He knew he was in danger, but he couldn't avoid it.

This was a temptation. With Eric's flying skills, he could easily get rid of the enemy, but he couldn't do it.

Because once he avoided it, he might lose the only chance to blow up the target.

Thinking of this, Eric could only grit his teeth and choose to ignore the pursuit of the "Dove" and maintain the flight trajectory.

It was impossible to succeed in this way.

The speed of the Avro biplane is indeed faster than the Dove, but that is without the rocket. After the rocket is installed, not only the weight is increased, but also the aerodynamic layout is affected. The Dove can easily catch up and crash it.

Eric didn't even have the chance to launch a rocket!

He complained: "This is why the little guy wants me to trust the Belgians. He has considered everything! But, can I trust the Belgians..."

Before he finished speaking, Eric only felt a shadow passing over his head, and then there was a crisp sound behind him... A Belgian pilot sacrificed himself and knocked down the enemy, which also gave Eric the opportunity to launch.

Eric didn't look back. He stared at the target, got closer and closer, and then slammed the detonator!

"Swoosh, swoosh..."

"Swoosh!"

...

The rockets flew towards the target one after another.

(The above picture shows a "Dove" monoplane, which is cheap and simple in structure. Its biggest feature is that its wings and fuselage are covered with linen over a large area. Sunlight can even penetrate the linen, making it translucent and difficult for infantry on the ground to detect it. It was widely used for reconnaissance during World War I.)