Red Blood Dragon Knight

The strange green mist kept rolling and spreading in front of Ruman's position. Covered the entire position in just a few minutes.

At the very beginning, screams could be heard in the mist, but afterwards, there was silence. There was no other sound.

The mist was like a huge monster, lying prone on Ruman's position, and it didn't disperse for a long time.

It was not until noon, under the sun, that it slowly dissipated cleanly.

The station in the distance, as well as those vertical and horizontal trenches, reappeared in front of people.

"Four hours..." Orlandini took out his pocket watch, looked at the time, muttered in a low voice, and said in his heart: This time has been a long time, and the effect of a surprise attack can't be achieved.

Four hours were enough for Ruman to react and take countermeasures.

Moreover, the Semitic soldiers under him were fully armed, and after standing for so long, they were all a little tired.

Thinking of this, his evaluation of that weapon was lowered by another level.

"The longer it lasts, the better the effect of the poison gas." The Lich Heys flashed coldly in his eyes and said in a deep voice. His tone was not without complacency, proud of his weapons.

Orlandini looked at the Ruman's position, it was still quiet, there was no movement at all, no difference from the dawn.

He said anxiously, "Master, is it all right now? Can't wait any longer."

If you wait any longer, the morale of the soldiers will have been exhausted. He has even seen that many soldiers have stayed in the army for too long. The blush that was held back by the urine has a thick neck.

The scenery in the distance became clearer and clearer, and the fog disappeared without a trace. Lich Heys hesitated for a moment, and said unsurely: "It should be okay, as long as the poison gas dissipates, it will be okay, even if there are some residues..."

Orlandini couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief: He was afraid of the strange and poisonous spells of the Dark Mage, just like ordinary soldiers.

At this time, the Lich Heyes continued to say: "Anyway, the toxicity has been greatly reduced, and the poison will not kill a few people."

Orlandini's heart shuddered. Glancing at the Lich, he originally planned to let his brother-in-law lead the first division to lead the attack, but then changed to another unit.

He stretched out his palm, then gave a strong wave.

The messenger next to him immediately stepped forward and blew the horn in his hand.

"Woo, woo..."

Among the several phalanxes in front of the array, the battle flag of one phalanx was immediately raised high.

An officer stepped forward. He drew the long knife around his waist, raised it high, and then swiped forward suddenly, shouting, "Fifth Division, follow me~!"

"Kill~!" Thousands of soldiers shouted. Rushed out from the formation.

They rushed forward like a tide, past the cannon in front of the formation, and rushed towards the Ruman's position at their fastest speed.

A minute later, the Semitic soldiers ran into the range of the Ruman artillery.

They hulled. All bowed down and rushed forward in the largest skirmish formation. At the same time, they listened vigilantly to the sound in the air. As long as there was a sound, they would jump into the shell crater next to them at the fastest speed—these soldiers had learned to charge under gunfire.

Seeing their movements, Orlandini's heart followed.

He stared at the front intently with eyes widened, his fists were tightly pinched, and his hands were full of sweat.

There is no explosion. There is no roar, and there is no scream of cannonballs tearing the air~!

At this time, the forward was close to within 300 meters of Ruman's position, but there was still no gunfire~!

Orlandini glanced nervously at the Lich next to him, and saw that he was still calm and composed, half believing in his heart, the artillery fire of Heys was working~!

At this time, the striking skirmish line was getting closer and closer to the enemy's position.

At this time in the past, the Ruman soldiers in the trenches had already attacked, and there was an almost non-stop sound of "Da Da" in the bunker. At the same time, a long tongue of fire sprayed out.

The soldiers in front fell in rows like mowing grass in the spray of flames.

But now... now that nightmare still doesn't appear.

There was still no movement in the Ruman's position, and there was no sound.

At this time, the Semitic soldiers bravely rushed to the Ruman position.

They jumped into the trench, disappeared from Orlandini's sight for a few seconds, then jumped out of the trench again, turned to face the Semitic camp, raised their weapons and cheered loudly.

Immediately, the battle flag of the Fifth Division was also erected high, fluttering in the wind on Ruman's position.

"It's done, that's it. It's so easy to lay the ground for huge casualties." Orlandini hardly believed his eyes and thought it was in a dream.

He rubbed his eyes vigorously, and then looked intently, only to see the Semitic battle flag still flying on Ruman's position.

This is real.

This is absolutely true.

There was a burst of ecstasy in his heart, but then he suddenly sighed: The thing that can be won so easily is still the lich and anthropology, and the Ruman don't know how many have been made.

If they also use this green fog weapon, what should they do?

Just as he was suspicious, there was a sharp ‘Jie Jie’ laughter next to him.

Lich Heys laughed and stroked his palms, saying: "It really works. It seems that a cannon is more useful than a dark mage. You can ask your Majesty the gods for instructions on mass production.

future……"

The Lich patted Orlandini on the shoulder and said triumphantly: "We can also use cannons to flood the enemy's army."

"I look forward to that day as soon as possible. Thank you Master for crafting weapons. Your work is very important to our war. I will tell your Majesty the Gods." Orlandini also flattered immediately.

The Lich Huis chuckled and said, "Tongxi, Tongxi."

The soldiers behind the battle did not think as much as the big men.

In their opinion, the Lich's cannon worked. From now on, you don’t need to take your life to fill the gunpoint of the Ruman, and the war will be easier in the future.

Just set up a cannon. After a few hits, everyone can rush over, grab their things, grab their food, grab their women, grab their money.

Is there anything in this world more pleasing than this?

They laughed, shouted and cheered excitedly.

Some people were excited and hugged their comrades beside them. Jump around like a child.

These soldiers want to come: With cannons, victory is not far away.

The officer in charge of the attack galloped all the way and ran back from the front of the position.

He came to Orlandini, saluted, and said loudly: "Tell your lord that the Fifth Division has taken the North Station. No casualties~!"

He paused, then continued: "The enemy. The enemy... all are dead."

Speaking of later, although his voice was very excited, his face was a little strange.

Orlandini didn't care: Under his command, the Semitic legions attacked enemy positions at the cost of zero casualties. This is rare in the history of war. It's even unique.

He happily waved to the attendants and said, "Go. Go up and take a look."

With that, he jumped on the war horse and ran all the way to the Ruman's position.

In front of the trench, he clamped the horse's belly, tightened the reins and jumped over the ditch. The clean and beautiful jumping horse immediately won the applause of the surrounding soldiers.

Orandini stopped the horse and stopped. Then look around.

I saw dozens of Ruman soldiers lying on the ground outside the trenches.

There was no armor on them, only black winter clothes, beside them, a strange short spear was thrown indiscriminately.

Some short spears have a sharp bayonet inserted at the tip, while others do not. It's like a...a fire stick.

Obviously, this is the weapon of the Ruman.

In the trench not far away, there were almost as many dead bodies.

But Orlandini couldn't help frowning, with a weird look on his face. The death of these Ruman soldiers was really terrifying.

Their hands stuck to their throats, their eyes bulged out like dead fish, turning into a weird yellow, people curled up like dried shrimps, their mouths wide open, as if they used to cry desperately before they died. .

And they all struggled violently before, and the soil under them was digged up.

"These soldiers must die very painful."

All those who saw the corpses of these Ruman soldiers would have such thoughts in their hearts first, and were secretly surprised.

Orlandini turned his eyes, no longer looked at the horrible corpses, and turned his attention to the Ruman weapons.

Many soldiers of the Fifth Division were playing with these strange short spears curiously.

Hehhhhhhhhhh, like a group of monkeys who just got a new toy and don't know what to do.

A soldier grabbed the rifle in his hand and was looking at it over and over.

The rifle went off suddenly.

"Bang" with a crisp gunshot.

A cloud of smoke exploded from the muzzle, and at the same time, a cloud of mud splashed on the ground.

Including Orlandini, everyone was startled, their necks shrank suddenly, and then stared angrily at the escaped guy.

The soldier who caused the trouble threw the rifle out in a panic.

At this time, the Lich Huis and a dozen dark wizards descended from the sky.

Before landing, he couldn't wait to scream: "Let it down, let me put it down, these rifles are ours, no one is allowed to move ~!"

The soldiers immediately threw their rifles to the ground obediently and stayed far away.

Orlandini gave the guard a wink, and one of the guards quietly hid a rifle behind him, and then turned his hands to hide it.

The Lich Huis picked up a rifle, carefully wiped off the dirt on it, held it in both hands and said excitedly: "The rifle, this is the rifle, I finally see the real thing."

Then, as if thinking of something, he turned his head and shouted loudly: "Where is the machine gun?"

The Lich Heys searched around anxiously, saying: "The machine gun, hell, I need a machine gun."

Several dark wizards rudely pushed aside the crowd, walked into the bunker, drank "get out", drove all the Semitic soldiers out, and searched around in the bunker.

Then a dark mage carried a tripod, and the others walked out slowly with a brass cartridge case in their hands, with very ugly expressions on their faces. It's as if someone owes them 50 cents and doesn't pay it back.

The Dark Mage sent the things to the Lich Huis and said, "Master. I found these."

As soon as the Lich Huis raised his hand, he flew the cartridge case in the Dark Mage's hand, and roared: "What I want is a machine gun~!"

The Dark Mage bowed his head deeply in fright, and whispered: "We didn't find human guns, they may have taken them away."

Although the face of Lich Heys's immobile dead man didn't have any expression, the flashing green light in his eyes showed that he was very angry at the moment.

Orlandini hurriedly grabbed the Lich Heys, and said: "Master, the first issue now is to attack forward. As long as Ruman City is taken down, I believe there will be a machine gun."

Lich Huis shook his head helplessly and said, "Well, once your people find Ruman weapons, send them to me immediately. This is very important to us."

"Master, don't worry." Orlandini promised, slapped his chest.

Then turned to face the officers and soldiers under him, and shouted in a majestic voice: "The Fifth Division. Defend the North Post on the spot."

"Yes, handsome."

"The left wing of the Sixth Division unfolded, and the right wing of the Ninth Division unfolded, and continue to attack~!

"Yes~!"

"Order a full-scale attack on the left and right to contain the enemy. Others. Drag the cannon up and let's continue bombing his mother."

"Roar~!" The Semitic soldiers let out an excited cry, and their morale was high. When they wanted to come, they would come back to this easy battle a few more times. It is not a problem to attack Ruman City.

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The command post behind the battle line was lit, and the room was noisy and chaotic. The soldiers kept coming in and out, and the staff officers were clutching the phone and screaming, just like a vegetable market in Xiacheng.

The map on the wall is clearly red and black, marking the location of friends and foes around Ruman City.

Grand Duke Julian sat in the middle of the big tent, lit a cigar, dipped it leisurely on his mouth, looked at the map in front of him, and then leisurely spit out a smoke ring.

The officers coming in and out walked past the Grand Duke, always raising his hands to salute, and the Grand Duke nodded in response.

With many years of commanding and combat experience, the Grand Duke knew that the attitude of the coach would greatly affect the morale of soldiers.

A calm and well-informed commander can keep soldiers confident of victory.

On the contrary, an overly tense commander can make officers and soldiers pessimistic, such as the fledgling Archbishop Santos.

Seeing the grand prince calm as usual, the officers in the past admired them very much and had no doubt that they would win the final victory.

They believe that under the leadership of this experienced commander, who is particularly good at large corps operations, and with the help of the grand-daughter-in-law and son, with the unprecedented unity of Ruman, the Semis will not be able to enter Ruman.

"What did you say? Say it again~!" A surprised and nervous shout suddenly sounded in the room.

Everyone turned their heads and looked over, only to see a staff officer holding the microphone in his hand and shouting loudly, looking flustered.

After a few more "hmm" to the microphone, he snapped the microphone on the landline, jumped over a few steps, and said anxiously: "Report, the North Post Station was lost, the Skeleton Division 1st Battalion suffered heavy casualties, and statistics are still ongoing. Has withdrawn to the second line of defense."

The Grand Duke nodded and said that he knew, and then said in doubt: "What's the matter? Didn't I say not to fight the enemy? How could the first battalion suffer heavy casualties?"

"According to the battalion commander, the enemy used artillery to hit gas bombs on the ground." The staff officer looked solemn.

"What, artillery~!"

"The demons have artillery~!"

"This is impossible."

"..."

The staff members immediately exploded, all with anxious expressions. They knew what a cannon meant in a war.

"Cannon..." The Grand Duke frowned slightly, raised his hand to touch his clean shaved chin, and said: "The Demon Race has finally come out. It's not surprising, we had expected it a long time ago."

What the Grand Duke said of us naturally refers to him and Lorraine. He was prepared for the demon’s ability to develop a cannon. Lorraine had also experimented with burst crystals. The results showed that it was completely feasible. The clever minds of the liches were not I can't think of it.

"The gas bomb is a bit troublesome. I didn't expect them to make it first." The Grand Duke thought for a moment, and said: "I immediately notified the entire army of this situation and retreated quickly after being attacked by the gas.

Withdraw the first battalion, let the flag guard send a battalion to change defense, and find the battalion commander. We need to find out the situation west. "

An hour later, the battalion commander of the first battalion originally reported what he had seen to the Grand Duke. His command post was 100 meters behind the position and witnessed the whole process.

And he also brought with him Kik, the soldier who was the closest to the gas, and was still alive.

"That is to say, the enemy used cannon shells to release poisonous fog. Anyone who inhales the poisonous fog will die." Grand Duke Julian summed up the battalion commander's words and looked at him.

"Yes, Your Highness." The battalion commander's face was very ugly. He watched as his subordinates inhaled the poison gas and were struggling to die slowly~www.wuxiaspot.com~Of course, they were in a very bad mood, and said: "The enemy is always there. Fire, the poisonous gas has not dissipated yet."

A young man in his thirties who had been sitting in the corner without saying a word stood up. He had beautiful long linen hair, sword eyebrows and star eyes. He was handsome and extraordinary. He just stood casually and immediately attracted everyone's attention. .

He nodded politely to the Grand Duke, and said, "I'll go take a look."

The Grand Duke smiled to express his gratitude, and said, "Master Laomaris is here."

Maris waved her hand, walked out of the gate and flew straight into the air.

For these mysterious guys that Lord Lorraine did not know from, the staff has always been distrustful, and these few people are also too arrogant, very aloof, not gregarious at all.

The most important thing is that these guys are so handsome that they have become the focus of all women in Manchester.

Standing with them, the staff officers who usually claim to be suave, are as small as a group of fireflies under the moon.

"I'll take a look too." A strong war mage wearing the red uniform of the Imperial Guard stood up and followed Maris out.

The Grand Duke thought for a long time, but still didn't think of a proper countermeasure. A poisonous fog is neither water nor fire. How should ordinary soldiers solve it?

Then, looking at a group of staff officers, they all frowned, obviously not thinking of a countermeasure.

"Can we only retreat passively like this?" Grand Duke Julian muttered to himself. (To be continued)