The Zeppelin has become an iconic weapon in the siege of Paris. As long as the weather permits, Bismarck will require the airship to take off to patrol the city of Paris.
With such a heaven-defying artifact, the Prussian army's defense layout and troop mobilization in Paris can be said to be as simple as looking at patterns on the palm of a hand. They can even see how Parisian citizens demonstrate.
The emergence of the Zeppelin can be said to have given the Prussian intelligence agency a pair of God's eyes!
Not only for intelligence work, the Zeppelin is also a tool of psychological warfare. As long as it appears, the enemy's morale will be suppressed.
The flamboyant airships always make the French have a slight psychological hole in their defenses. Anyone who has seen an airship becomes deeply unconfident.
After all, the city walls of Paris, the solid bastions, and the dense trenches cannot stop the airship. The sky in Paris belongs to the Prussians, and you can realize this as long as you look up.
Of course, Bismarck will not give up this good way to demoralize the enemy, so as long as the weather conditions permit, Zeppelin airships will attack. If nothing happens, they will spy on intelligence and drop some leaflets advising to surrender. If the enemy balloons break through, then Turn on your horsepower and rush forward to fight hard!
Gradually, the Paris garrison, the National Guard and the police have gained experience. As long as the Zeppelin appears, hundreds of people will follow on the ground to remind the people to avoid and not pick up the enemy's leaflets!
It was the same today. Count Zeppelin and his men started inflating the hot air balloon at five o'clock in the morning. The boiler carried enough coke and kerosene, and stacks of sheets exuding the fragrance of ink were neatly stacked.
It is very cold to work at high altitudes, not to mention that it is already late autumn. Everyone in the Count and his men is dressed like a bear. Everyone has a bearskin coat imported from Tsarist Russia.
The smell of hot cream soup, meaty Munich sausages, and toasted bread made the soldiers in other units sniffle with greed.
From the day it was born, the Air Force has been different from other branches, and the treatment has been drastically different!
"Look...these people even share wine. Each person has a small bottle of whiskey, which is said to be used to keep out the cold in the sky...God, I haven't tasted wine for two months..."
"Not only do they have wine, they also have chocolate... They get a big piece of it for every mission!"
These army soldiers watched with envy as the airship made preparations, while they only held a box of potato soup and toast in their hands. There was not even a bit of meat in the soup.
The squad leader next to him scolded with a dark face, "What are you complaining about! Do you know what the French people across the street are eating? They don't even have potato soup. A material coordination department has been organized in Paris. All the cats and dogs in the city have been killed. Meat Pickle them all and use them as army rations!"
"They can only eat water soup made from potato peels, and the bread is only the coarsest black bread... This kind of food can only be enjoyed by people with tasks. Women and children can only drink potato peel soup!"
"Eat quickly, and go after the dry food... A cart of ammunition came from the rear today, and our squad was sent to unload the ammunition!"
The soldiers winced and hurriedly drank the potato soup from their lunch boxes. They were surprised that the potato soup had a different flavor after being scolded by the squad leader.
It seems that human beings are like this. Happiness always depends on comparison!
Compared with the air force, their food is garbage, but compared with the French people in the city, their food becomes delicacies, while the food they eat across the street is all pig food!
Of course, Duke Zeppelin would not pay attention to the private discussions of several army soldiers. He sat in the pod and hurriedly finished his breakfast, and finally completed all preparations before taking off at eight o'clock.
Zeppelin didn't know that his mission today would directly change the political situation in Paris, and the bloody storm was about to begin!
"Release the cable...the balloon continues to be pressurized...the sky is calling us...continue to rise...to a height of thirty meters..."
The Führer airship majestically broke away from the shackles of gravity and began to rise into the sky. Directly south of the airship was Paris. This time the Führer would directly pierce the entire Paris from south to north.
"Target...Montmartre...Tuileries Palace...Ile de la Cité...Bourbon Palace...Invalides...Forward!"
The huge propeller began to rotate, and with today's north wind, the airship quickly approached Paris!
Sentinels on the French defense line had already discovered the airship. They were no longer surprised. They sent telegrams to the rear according to daily procedures, and the messengers in the trenches moved quickly.
Immediately afterwards, the National Guard guarding the city walls was dispatched. They judged the direction of Zeppelin's movement underground and arranged for people to guard it in advance.
When approaching the city wall, Zeppelin grabbed a handful of leaflets and threw them on the enemy's position first, and then heard the shouts and curses of French officers underground.
"Damn bastard, here we go again... Give the order, no one is allowed to read the enemy's leaflets... All the leaflets will be gathered together by the officers and burned!"
"The great French nation will never listen to your nonsense! Orleans has already begun to fight back, and sooner or later you will be beaten back to the north by us!"
"shot……"
Bang bang bang... Countless soldiers on the position began to shoot into the sky. Unfortunately, these bullets were only for demonstration purposes and did not cause any harm to the airship.
"Bastard Eugene, the mission assigned to him has not been completed yet... It would be great if there was a cannon that could shoot into the sky at this time!"
A captain in the trench was sighing when suddenly a platoon leader ran over like crazy, "Sir...sir...look..."
The crazy platoon leader didn't even know to slow down and threw himself on the captain. The captain staggered when he hit him, "Are you going crazy..."
"Hurry up and get into the bunker..." The platoon leader and some junior officers who ran behind him even dragged the commander alive into the bulletproof bunker with a tow rack.
"God, look at the enemy's leaflets...it scares me to death. Are they crazy? Are they deceiving us?"
Copying the folded leaflet, the captain's eyes suddenly froze. "Metz...the city of Metz surrendered?"
The leaflet begins with a line of large characters: "On October 17, Marshal Bazin, commander-in-chief of the French Rhine Army, surrendered unconditionally in the city of Metz!"
"Fake! This is fake! It's all fake..." The captain's hands were shaking like chicken feet, and he tore the leaflets into pieces with several handfuls.
"Burn it all, burn it all... We can't let the soldiers hear such lies!"
The whole position was in chaos. The soldiers watched the officers jumping up and down. Anyone who dared to touch the leaflets on the ground would be whipped if they saw it.
The attack was so cruel, the soldiers were screaming indiscriminately!
The officers grabbed the leaflets and stuffed them into their arms and then gathered them together to burn them. After a while, the bulletproof bunker was filled with thick smoke.
However, there were too many leaflets, and the black characters on them were too obvious. Countless soldiers knew what was happening at a glance, and an atmosphere of terror began to permeate the position.
This is still an army, and order can still be maintained. At this moment, the airship has rushed into the city wall with great force. The huge city of Paris is at the foot of the airship. Duke Zeppelin sneered and said, "The show has begun, let's drop leaflets!"
Clatter...crash...Flyers like snowflakes were flying over the city of Paris, like a path opened by butterflies from north to south.
