Red Blood Dragon Knight

When the dark wizards escaped from the war fortress that was about to explode, the eagle whizzed past, just passing them.

Under the disturbance of the powerful air current, the dark wizards stood unsteadily in the air and almost fell from the air.

They all looked intently, and then all were dumbfounded.

What kind of weird thing is that~!

Dark appearance, slender body, wide wings, tail like eagle tail, and lightning speed...

At first glance, he thought it was some unknown demon creature.

These completely subverted the dark wizard's understanding of the war fortress.

In their thinking that has remained unchanged for more than a thousand years, the war fortress should not be like this.

Whether it is the Maple Leaf Danlin illuminating the war fortress or the lightning squadron chasing and hovering in the sky at this moment, despite their different appearance, they still conform to the traditional concept of a war fortress-a large and solid base, the obelisk of the formation that runs through the entire war fortress. There are also hard and thick outer walls. And the powerful cannon above the war fortress.

The so-called change is inseparable from its origin.

No matter how much change, there should be a limit.

Let everyone have a basic thinking ability. But... But the agile aircraft in front of me, like a loach, did not conform to the common sense of the Dark Mage. Not even in line with the common sense of magicians.

Some people even couldn't help but groan, and muttered helplessly and desperately: "This...this is too unscientific."

They don't even understand how to plug a huge magical monument in such a small space.

Not to mention its breathtaking flexibility, it is no longer magic, but a miracle.

The dark mage, who was escaping in the air, saw this war fortress like a big bird face down, swooping down vertically with a sharp howling sound.

At a distance of a hundred meters, a shot was fired at a black war fortress of the undead.

Immediately afterwards, a brilliant firework burst out from the lookout on the spire of the war fortress.

Amid the rumbling explosion, all the people who were sitting inside flew out like tattered dolls. The miscellaneous fell to the ground together among the exploded masonry.

Everyone couldn't help sighing, those hapless guys were definitely dead.

But at the same time, they were also faintly happy, because the big bird was only a few tens of meters away from the war fortress, and in the next second, it was about to hit the exploding war fortress.

Under such high-speed flight, hitting the hard walls of a war fortress would definitely be like an egg hitting a rock. Become a pool of blood.

But in the next moment, their eyes widened in surprise.

I saw the big bird pulled up at an incredible angle, and instantly changed from a vertical dive to a side flight, with the abdomen almost rubbing the thick wall of the Undead War fortress. Pass at high speed.

Someone even saw the abdomen of the big bird rubbing against the walls of the war fortress, producing a flash of sparks.

At this time, the dark mage who was attacked in the fortress of the war also saw the eagle, and even with the strength of the milk, he desperately turned the angle of the magic cannon.

But when they turned the magic guided cannon and wanted to attack the Eagle, the Eagle had already rolled to the left, the fuselage sank downward, and disappeared from the sight of the dark wizard.

For the undead in the sky. A nasty little thing suddenly appeared among them, like a fly that couldn't be driven away, buzzing around them.

The Dark Mage could not wait to grab it, unscrewing its head, pulling out its intestines, and tearing it to pieces to release his hatred.

But because the Eagle is too fast, the flight is too flexible. When the dark wizards in the fortress of the war saw it, it was too late to take aim. When they turned the magic cannon around, the eagle had already disappeared without a trace.

The most hateful thing is that the pilots in that weird war fortress always screamed or laughed crazy whenever they approached the war fortress of the undead, as if they were mocking their incompetence.

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"Come hit me, come on~!" Inside the eagle-like cockpit. The pilot Ferreira let out a wild laugh.

At this moment, his spirit was highly excited, his eyes became red, and he stared at the black war fortress in the sky, his nostrils were closed and he was breathing heavily.

He kept muttering, "Next, who is next? Aha. Baby, it's you."

Ferreira's eyes locked on an undead war fort in front of him, grinning with a treacherous laughter, and said affectionately: "Baby, don't be afraid, brother, I'm here, don't run. Don't run, let my brother send a shot, then a shot..."

The muzzle sounded as if lyrical to his lover. The disgusting person even vomited the meal the day before yesterday, but his eyes showed a fierce and greedy light like a jackal, his hands were firmly pressed on the console while his feet Push the pedal that controls the wing hard.

The eagle suddenly started to climb vertically, feeling the smooth flight of the eagle from the sharp change in acceleration. Ferreira stroked the console with both hands, and said affectionately: "Oh, dear, you are really obedient. I am. I love you to death."

With the eagle-like high-speed maneuvering, the bright red scarf around Ferreira's neck hung down. He let go of a hand and grabbed the beautiful scarf, pressed it to his lips and kissed affectionately, and said: "If you want to hit or hit It must be hit."

With a whistling sound of "high", the eagle uplifted from a low altitude like an assassin, and rushed towards the war fortress in a blind spot that the dark wizard could not see.

"Prepare, prepare, it's near." Ferreira leaned forward, staring at the black base of the undead war fortress above his head, and kept chanting "near near...".

The figure of the war fortress of the undead quickly expanded in his eyes. At a distance of more than one hundred meters, the huge figure of the war fortress almost filled the entire line of sight.

Ferreira yelled immediately: "Fire~!"

As his voice fell, the eagle quivered abruptly, and the artillery at the lower part of the nose burst out a flame. A muffled sound exploded in the cockpit.

In the blink of an eye, the base of the war fortress above his head exploded, and an orange flame bloomed like flowers.

"Haha..." Ferreira shivered and laughed hysterically, and shouted: "Did you see it? Hit, hit again~!

Are we geniuses? "

From the cockpit behind him, there was a muffled hum, and then a cold voice said, "I saw it."

That is the co-pilot on the Eagle-the fire controller. Specially responsible for filling and firing. And in order to fight against dark spells, he has another profession. Pastor of the Holy See.

However, because of the eagle design, it was only possible to sit in the cabin, which was extremely boring compared to Ferreira's position. It can only be sullen and fired according to Ferreira's instructions.

In addition, Ferreira kept yelling like crazy.

Therefore, although he is a gunner. With Ferreira, he has made great achievements many times, but he has been in low interest.

The base of the undead war fort was pierced by this cannon, and thick smoke billowed from the gap through it.

As the shells penetrated the base at the same time. The magic array on the base was also destroyed, so the war fortress lost most of its power in an instant.

Although the dark wizards in there tried their best, the war fortress still trembled and fell towards the ground.

At this moment, the eagle style was already whizzing, and it was about to hit the base of the war fortress. Ferreira's foot slammed the pedal hard, and at the same time, both hands poured mana into the console.

The eagle makes an agile roll. Flying out from under the pierced base, rushing into the air against the war fortress of the Undead.

In the moment he passed by, Ferreira’s cockpit top was facing the window of the war fortress. He raised his hand to the dark wizard in the war fortress and compared a **** to them, screaming at them frantically: "Sure? Raised by a bitch~!"

Through the glass window on the top, he could clearly see the panicked dark mage in the Undead War fort.

At this time, there was a sound of karat metal collision in the back seat. Then "clang" with a crisp metallic sound.

A brass cannonball shell blew out of gray smoke and jumped out of the barrel.

The cockpit instantly filled with a pungent smell.

Kicked the scorching shell case aside, the loader in the back seat skillfully unfastened the holder on the shell storage rack, grabbed a shell in his hand, and stuffed it into the barrel without looking at it. Lock the gun door with a loud voice, and said in a deep voice: "The filling is complete. You can fire again."

"Ah. You are so kind, Sharder, I love you so much. What can I do without you." Ferreira shouted beamingly to the loader in the back seat without looking back.

"Dead~!" Sharder replied lazily, grabbing the shell shell that was rolling on the ground, and stuffing it into an iron bucket that could only be opened in one direction. A dozen bullet casings have been filled there.

Ferreira laughed and shouted, "You are too right, Shiard. Hey, I caught another undead slutty **** again. Where do you say we shoot it this time?"

If it were in the past, Sharder would have to draw a cross on his chest after hearing such foul language, and then reverently report his thoughts to the God of Light, but at this time the loader just shrugged helplessly--- He has long been accustomed to Ferreira's madness, in fact he has always suspected that this pilot is really a lunatic.

He is normal on the ground, but once he rises into the air, Ferreira feels like a doping. He will keep yelling, stomping wildly on the seat, and cursing all kinds of unbearable things. Dirty words in your ears. At the same time, manipulate the Eagle to make extreme maneuvers.

In the battle, Ferreira is even more desperate. Although the latest artillery mounted on the Eagle has a range of 3,000 meters, and the best range is more than 1,000 meters, Ferreira, a lunatic, prefers to fight close.

And the ones who are close can't get closer. He would only fire two or three hundred meters away from the fortress of the Undead War. Within such a short distance, he would naturally hit a hundred shots.

The purpose of firing at such a distance is to show off to the Dark Mage after getting close to the target after a single shot, clearly telling the undead race: I was the one who hit you, what can you do?

It is because of this that the Dark Mage screamed.

For Shiard, this was not fighting, it was killing his life.

Sharder had already noticed that Ferreira was extremely brazen in his bones, and his brain was abnormal.

But his flying skills are really very good, and all the seemingly dangerous close movements can be easily played in his hands.

"Where did the company find such a top-quality product?" Shiard secretly asked in confusion.

"Then it will be positive," Ferreira yelled, manipulating the eagle to ascend into the sky. Then a somersault machine head down, spinning and diving down bravely.

At the time of design, the undead’s thinking had already entered a misunderstanding, their war fortress was an idiot from the beginning.

It was not designed for aerial combat at all. It is only used as a mobile fortress that can fly.

Therefore, it has many shortcomings. In the words of Lord Luo Jue, this thing looks mighty, but in fact it is a sieve from top to bottom, full of flaws and loopholes.

The best offensive direction. It’s at the bottom, where the magic array is. And there is not much armor protection, just like a soft lower abdomen. It only takes one shot to get through the base. Destroy its magic array. The war fortress would be like a dead dog.

When it doesn't move, it doesn't matter if you want to drop a candle, use a leather whip, or tie it with a tortoiseshell... whatever you want, you can do it.

The second is its top, because there is not only the defensive blind zone of the war fort’s magic gun, but also the location of the enemy’s bridge command, if you are lucky. All the wizards inside can be removed in one shot.

The back is again. The steering of the magic cannon on the war fortress was extremely difficult and slow. Look at the direction of the magic cannon, then turn to its back, and kick it hard in the ass.

The scream of the eagle tearing the air caused the idea of ​​the dark wizards on the war fort, and they captured the graceful appearance of the eagle.

The black war fortress began to maneuver to the left to escape.

"Hey, don't run, bastard~!" Ferreira yelled in the cockpit, constantly adjusting the direction of the eagle. Trying to aim the nose at the war fortress below, sticking out his tongue to lick his chapped lips, he said sharply: "You can't run, little girl."

Compared with the eagle style, the war fortress of the undead is too clumsy. In Ferreira's eyes, his target is like a fat woman weighing four hundred catties, shaking her fat ass. "Run" swaying in the street.

He only needs to flip the tail wing, and the eagle-like muzzle will lock the target firmly.

At a height of more than 100 meters above the head of the undead war fortress, Ferreira yelled again: "Fire~!"

In the rear compartment, Shiard pulled the trigger forcefully.

The eagle shivered, and the shells spewed out of the artillery, accurately hitting the war fortress, tearing apart one of its walls in the explosion.

Ferreira clearly saw a black-robed man being blown away from the war fortress. Rolling to the ground and falling.

"Hmm~! Hit again, hit again~!" He exclaimed excitedly, "How many is this?"

"Fifteen." Sharder's calm voice came from the back seat, saying: "But you only shot down two."

Ferreira seemed to have been stabbed by someone, her face immediately gloomy, and angrily said: "It's not because the artillery is too weak. Hicks bastard, only willing to install a 40mm gun for me."

Shire German was cold, and said unceremoniously: "With a one-hundred-millimeter caliber, our plane should be disintegrated as soon as it gets down."

Hicks curled his lips helplessly, looked at the sky outside the window, and suddenly shouted: "They retreat~!"

Sharder also saw through the glass windows that the war fortresses of the undead outside were gathered together, firing at the lightning squadron chasing them, while flying to the west, apparently trying to escape.

The Lightning Squadron stopped after chasing for a while, watching the undead race's war fortress leave, and Capelle seemed too lazy to chase them down.

Ferreira's eyes shone fiercely, and said, "Let's catch up. I'll kill one more and it will become a trump card."

"I want to remind you," Sharder said in a stiff voice: "Our demon storage crystal only lasts ten minutes. If you don't want to land in the camp of the demon clan, you'd better retreat now."

Ferreira seemed to have been hit in the back of the head, and his expression collapsed. He cried and said, "Asshole, why didn't you remind me that I would stop playing if I knew it, my trump card flew."

Sharder said coldly: "Deserve it. I reminded you three times twenty minutes ago."

The Sky Lightning Squadron continued to circulate, to prevent the war fortress of the undead from killing the carbine.

On the ground, the battle in the trenches of Weiji City is in full swing.

Orlandini invested two hundred thousand Semitic soldiers, attacking the trenches surrounding Vizi City from three sides.

There are still 200,000 people on standby in the rear. Once the front successfully opens the gap in Viji City, the reserve team will rush into Viji City and completely occupy this northern town.

At this time, in order to resist the Semitic attack, all the defenders in Vizi City were pushed out, and the elite soldiers of the Eastern Legion began to see the enemy in the trenches.

Even the militia and volunteer teams composed of citizens were pulled up the city wall.

Nyan's Orcs Panzergrenadier Corps played a key role in the close quarters.

Ruman soldiers stood in the front to stop the Semites, and the Orc grenadier held bundles of grenades and threw them at the rear. The exploded Semitic soldiers wailed and howled.

Although the Semites have superior forces, they are difficult to use in the ecstasy formation composed of narrow trenches and barbed wire.

The artillery was under the command of frontline observers, UU reading www. uukanshu.com used fierce firepower to block the way for the Semitic reinforcements, while continuously covering the trenches where the Semitic people gathered.

But Orlandini, commanding from the rear, didn't care about the sacrifices of the soldiers. Instead, he nodded in satisfaction: The Goddess of Victory had already lifted her skirt to him.

There are hundreds of thousands of Semitic soldiers on the battlefield, while the Rumans have only 20,000 to 30,000. The Rumans can resist for half a day, or even a day, to kill tens of thousands of Semitic soldiers.

But what does that matter, he has enough soldiers to fill this flesh and blood grindstone until it drags down the Ruman.

However, the Ruman in Vizi City did not have this capital to spend with him.

So he is determined to win.

Orlandini smiled triumphantly and said leisurely: "The "On War" written by Lorraine is right. Concentrating superior forces is the key to victory.

The Semitic generals let out a ridiculous laugh, and someone said cheerfully: "I think in the future, Lorraine can incorporate this battle into his battle example and use Ruman's defeat to prove that his theory is correct. of."

The Semi generals burst into laughter, it was too ironic.

At this moment, two rows of fuzzy black spots appeared in the sky south of Viji City, arranged in two triangles, slowly flying northward.

Looking at the formation of them, they look like migratory birds in migration.

But the weird thing is that it's October, and migratory birds should fly south instead of north.

(To be continued)