Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

"It's me, I killed him!"

George's hand holding the gun couldn't stop shaking, and the barrel of the gun was still slightly hot.

It is said that this battle has received great attention from all the adults in the kingdom, even under the eyes of His Majesty. Naturally, no one dares to snatch this credit.

The hobgoblins and tieflings next to him looked at George with eyes full of envy and even jealousy. Their eyes were red with regret, and they wanted to eat the human alive.

"damn it"

"It turned out to be him."

"You lucky guy, just wait and see."

But this can only be thought about, otherwise the supervisor's whip will make them understand what absolute military discipline is.

You must know that this is the count of the Bosque family and the commander-in-chief of the coalition forces. Such a great contribution is enough to be knighted, but he was snatched away by a mere human in front of him.

"Hahahaha, I. I killed him."

George murmured to himself, and in his mind he had a picture of himself rising through the ranks and becoming a dragon-blood noble. All the suffering and training he had endured before were not worth mentioning in front of the sweetness of success.

And as Loren Bosque fell under his gun, the inferiority complex of being a serf buried deep in his heart disappeared.

It seems that those pretentious nobles are nothing more than that.

Even the most powerful Bosque noble in the North is still a mortal body that cannot withstand bullets, no different from him, a "grey animal" who was born as a serf.

Loren's death in battle caused Bosque's heavy armored cavalry to completely collapse.

There were dense gunshots all around, and everywhere visible to the naked eye were the troops of the Kingdom of Burning Ember. They fell like leeks one after another.

The spear shield soldiers and crossbowmen that followed were almost collapsed. The kingdom's infantry and kobold legions attacked from the front and back, and even elite skirmishers attacked from the flanks. This seemingly solid defense was penetrated like a sieve, with many points in the position Flowers bloomed, filled with frantically charging Kingdom soldiers.

What's more, they also lost their top commander. With enemies from both sides, these elites from the Northland countries could only disintegrate in the position like headless flies. Even if they resisted, they would not make much splash.

Soon, this stubborn force was swept away by the kingdom's troops and wiped out.

The Battle of Afton ended like this without any twists and turns. Most of the losses in the Ember Kingdom came from accidental damage from our own side.

Even the soldiers of the kingdom did not take this war seriously, and even found it not very enjoyable. Perhaps only George, who had picked up a big deal, felt complacent and overjoyed about it.

The war continues, and proceeds surprisingly quickly.

Under the decision of the Kingdom's General Staff and the order of Marshal Doro, the Kingdom's army divided into three groups and launched fierce offensives in three directions: west, east, and south.

They have the confidence to crush their opponents while dividing their forces, thereby maximizing military efficiency.

This is still tactical contempt, but they have this kind of strength.

In recent years, with the infiltration of the "Nocturne" troops, the military conditions of the countries in the North have become clear to the kingdom without any secrets.

The kingdom's high-level advisers have long made various analysis reports, clearly pointing out that the United Kingdom of the North, which has been inherited for thousands of years and seems to be quite large, is a weak "giant baby" in front of the kingdom that has experienced the magic industrial revolution. "The only one that needs some attention is the martial Principality of Bosque in the south.

Just like that, the horn of march was completely blown.

The mixed army, with two human reserve infantry divisions, kobold cannon fodder regiments and dozens of flying dragons as the main force, rushed westward and tore through the coalition forces of about 40,000 people on the vast plains of Balash in the eastern part of the Carter Principality. line of defense.

They were like a sharp blade piercing the heart. The rapid and deep advancing force composed of infantry and air force quickly tore apart and surrounded the ancient and huge coalition forces.

The legion, with two lizardmen mixed infantry and cavalry divisions, a goblin cannon fodder regiment, nearly a hundred flying dragons, and an ogre giant artillery battalion as its main force, marched eastward. With their absolute firepower advantage, they simply defended the river and The allied defense line in the mountain pass was broken open.

Immediately afterwards, according to the plan, the legion left all their baggage and went deep into the enemy's territory with light equipment. In just a few days, they advanced to a depth of 60 kilometers in the Principality of Fano, and soon reached the eastern border of Anzeta, and Start "making dumplings" on the defenders from various places.

What's even more frightening is that the image of Cassius's speech was dropped by flying dragons all over Anzeta, and countless nobles in the North were frightened by this.

What makes misfortune never come singly is that at the same time, the "Tinder" movement led by players has been launched one after another in various countries in the Northland, causing a great stir.

These rebels are usually extremely tenacious, led by players full of whimsical ideas, and have weapon assistance from the Burning Ember Kingdom. This forces the nobles to send a large number of private troops to suppress them, thus spreading a lot of strength.

The fall of the principalities in the North seems to be only a matter of time.

But they still have one last hope - the Principality of Bosque.

There are the brave and fearless "Lion of the North" Archduke Leo, the Lionheart Knights who have achieved countless glorious achievements, and reinforcements from the Fianso Continent, even the Prime Material World, and even the outer planes.

They have gathered the hopes and strength of everyone under the old order in the North, hoping to defeat the main forces of the Ember Kingdom in one fell swoop and kill the terrifying red dragon that was causing trouble in the North.

Naturally, the staff of Burning Ember Kingdom also knew this very well, and both sides agreed unanimously.

As a result, hundreds of Redscale Conquerors, one hundred and fifty-three Dragonsworn Paladins, a giant artillery regiment composed of thousands of ogres, tens of thousands of the most elite hobgoblins and tiefling infantry, and more than ten Chimeras, twenty heavily armored terrain drakes, more than 600 bipedal flying dragons, nearly 30,000 dragon-veined kobolds, and all the Starfall Corps affiliated with the kingdom, all gathered together to form the main force of the kingdom on a large scale. The army marched toward the south in a mighty manner.

They have only one goal - the largest city in the Principality of Bosque, the earliest city established in the great migration of the Scanians in history, and the nominal capital of the United Kingdom of Northland for thousands of years, the "City of Lions" Strafburg.

The army of Burning Ember Kingdom was marching like this, even the ground was shaking, and the surrounding birds were fleeing.

There were heavy breathing sounds everywhere, the muffled sound of wheels rolling over the snow, and the heavy footsteps of Terradramons.

Among the team, Metrolash turned his head and glanced meaningfully at the blond young man beside him.

"Andre, we are about to face your father. What do you think?"

"No."

The blond young man responded calmly.

Metrolash smiled, shook his head, and whispered:

"To be honest, I still don't understand why you chose to devote yourself to the kingdom after living in Beifeng Castle for a while. You must know that you are a descendant of Bosk and the beloved son of Duke Leo."

"."

Andre was silent for a long time before looking into the distance with a firm expression.

"For the oath in my heart, there is always something more important than power in this world."

"Besides, I did not devote myself to the Ember Kingdom."

"After living in these few years, I have seen clearly that your kingdom is not a good thing. But at least it is much better than the Northland, which is rotten from top to bottom, with pus flowing into the bones."

"hehe."

Metrolash laughed again and stopped talking. The tiefling leader seemed to have heard something quite humorous.

It's a worse world than anything else, and the Kingdom wins hands down.

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