Morning wasn't much different from dusk, with visibility poor. The Zeppelin hovering above Berlin like a sluggish whale, blocked the already scarce sunlight. The entire city felt enveloped in dust that seemed to fall from the sky.,These chimneys stand like flags, proclaiming the empire's supreme power and wealth. After the gates of hell opened, these chimneys puffed and huffed even more diligently.,'It should be a passerby, as long as they don't make a sound, the other party will politely scram.'。