Being at a high altitude, he only felt that the cabin was very cold, even his leather jacket was cold.

"I'm afraid this trip will be in vain!"

Brian was not the only one who felt this way, MacArthur also felt the same. Trapped in the lounge like a prisoner, he could only lie on the folding bed and observe the sky, clouds, and ground outside the cabin through the portholes.

rivers, grasslands and forests.

I don't know how long it took, but MacArthur felt something changed inside the cabin. The noisy roar suddenly became much quieter. Looking outside the cabin, he could see that the two engines in the front had been shut down, and only the tail engine was still on.

Operation.

"The speed seems to be much slower. What are they doing?"

When MacArthur looked outside the cabin in confusion, Brian in the guidance boat also noticed this. With a confused face, he just looked outside the cabin in confusion. Ma Guangming, who was in the cockpit, looked at

The deputy captain ordered.

"After arriving near the target, turn off the engine and use the wind to fly over the target."

The airship engine is very noisy and can easily expose its target. In order to hide its whereabouts as much as possible, the Ming Dynasty's airship troops developed the tactic of "silently engaging the enemy" as early as two years ago. This tactic is very simple, that is, shut down in advance.

Some engines move with the help of wind, and when they reach the target area, all engines are shut down.

The sound of the engine is the biggest weakness of the airship. After turning off the engine, the airship is almost like a "floating cloud" in the sky.

After another ten minutes, the sound of the engine disappeared. Both Blair and MacArthur looked outside the cabin in surprise.

Why did they shut down the engine!

Suddenly, both of them seemed to understand - because of the sound!

"The Brazilians can't even detect them!"

Although it was far away, Brian still saw the Brazilian military camp on the ground - the so-called military camp is a camping area covering tens of thousands of acres, where Brazilians from all over the country train. Most of them live in thatched huts, but there are also

Not everyone, at least for Noah, Roger and others, they, volunteers from foreign countries, live in wooden houses.

"Oh, damn, I didn't expect there were so many niggers!"

"Yes, and he is actually in the same army as us."

As usual, Noah and Roger, standing under the balcony of the corridor, looked at the black slave soldiers in the hut. Like other volunteers from the United States, most of them looked incomprehensible.

"We are here to defend white people, but we have to fight with black people. God really knows how to joke..."

In America today, who is the person with the lowest status?

Of course it is black people. The defeat of the Civil War and the division of the United States have caused many Americans to blame black people for the division. If it were not for the damn black people, how could the United States be divided? How could millions of people die?

Woolen cloth?

Everything that goes wrong is the fault of niggas. Before the war, there was a market for black people to gain freedom in the North of the United States. However, after the war, black people became the targets of anger from all walks of life, even in many places including New York.

There have been many violent riots against black people.

As members of the Native American Association, Noah, Roger and others were inherently hostile to blacks. Now that they were in an army with a group of black slaves, they were certainly a little uncomfortable.

"They're just a bunch of cannon fodder."

A few white soldiers who were playing cards turned to Noah and the others and said, while they were playing cards, there were two black soldiers standing next to them, listening to their orders like servants.

For these black slaves who had just left the plantation, they had long been accustomed to all this.

And more black soldiers are busy on the training ground. They are learning how to march and how to line up. The empty training ground is dark and crowded with recruits...

When Dalsilva, carrying a rifle, followed the white officer's command, his eyes would occasionally look to the distant sky.

The sky seems different from usual.

Those clouds are moving, they must be blown by the wind. Whenever he is upset in the plantation, he will look at the clouds in the sky. However, he does not long for freedom. Freedom is not a good thing, as the masters said

In that way, black people in the North of the United States even fled to the South, because in the North they were killed at will like wild dogs. In the South, at least they had owners who would protect them.

No, the clouds seem to be moving?

No, the cloud has fallen!

Staring at the rapidly falling clouds in the sky, a thought suddenly came to Dalsilva's mind - the sky is falling!

The sky is falling!

What is falling is not just a cloud, but the sky. Many clouds in the sky are falling!

Dalsilva, who was taking steps, stared blankly at the sky. As soon as he stopped, he almost tripped over the soldiers behind him.

"Dalsilva, you idiot, what are you doing?"

"Master, heaven, heaven..."

Pointing his finger at the sky, Dalsilva said in horror.

"The sky is falling!"
Chapter completed!