The entire world was a hell of flames, only that time it was over England.
But this time....
It was over the Imperial capital, Berlin.
In such a situation, the anti-aircraft towers scattered throughout Berlin never ceased firing, and the piercing sirens wailed continuously.
Everything visible was being destroyed.
The most terrifying were those firebombs; in the perspectives of Yu Feng and Fang Ming, many soldiers on the ground were set ablaze by those firebombs.
They turned into moving flames, coming to a halt after a brief sprint, motionless.
Burned to death....
Yu Feng and Fang Ming commanded the anti-aircraft guns, firing nonstop, without knowing how long they had fought.
Until they ran out of ammunition, and the roaring in the sky slowly faded.
Yu Feng and Fang Ming slumped to the ground, seeing Berlin around them turned into ruins and flames, as the assault from the sky ceased.
But....
Yu Feng and Fang Ming looked into the distance.
Towards the outskirts.
