Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

Fayol City is not an important city, it is just a small border town in the Principality of Swino, but it is the last city that the Northland Kingdom can control.

The entire Northland has fallen.

Earl Jacob led his brave and fearless "Legion of Scanyan Glory" to fight in all directions, holding high the flag of the Northland Kingdom, absorbing exiled nobles and their private armies from all over the country, expanding the legion to tens of thousands, and even successively Several cities were recaptured.

The supporters of the Northland, both covertly and covertly, suddenly became energetic. They all thought that a miracle was about to happen, and the legendary hero would appear again to lead them to a glorious victory.

But I never thought that this was just the last glimpse of the Northland.

Marshal Doro of the Ember Kingdom mobilized troops from all over the country to carry out an all-out encirclement and suppression of the so-called "Legion of Glory".

It is said that during those days and nights, the sound of artillery fire never stopped, and even the ground was lowered by three feet. Count Jacob and his army were also retreating steadily, suffering extremely heavy losses.

In the end, Earl Jacob led his last three thousand defeated soldiers to retreat to Fayol City and huddled here - and this was also the last city in the North.

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Principality of Swino, Fayol City.

The scarred city wall, the broken flag, and the disgraced soldiers.

The devastated land, the howling cold wind, and the burning army occupying the wilderness in the distance.

On top of the cracked city tower, Earl Jacob stood with his sword in hand, silently looking at the mottled waves in the distance with an extremely heavy expression.

The "Great Wall of the North" was wearing heavy armor, its surface stained with blood, covered with dust from artillery fire, and even had small bullet holes and inlaid with fragments of artillery shells.

But he still straightened his back and stood there, like a strong pine in the wind and snow.

"Is the Northland really going to die?"

He muttered as loud as he could hear.

Jacob Rosa has a strong will, became famous at a young age, and has made great achievements. He has almost all the qualities that a warrior should have.

But when he saw the tide of flaming troops surrounding the city of Fayol, even someone as determined as he could not help but doubt whether he could win.

Can humans really defeat such an army?

"My Lord Earl."

The voice of the adjutant beside him interrupted his thoughts.

"The army of Burning Ember Kingdom is about to arrive. This time it is the main force led by Doluo, as well as some Starfallers, totaling about 20,000 people."

"good."

This answer is extremely concise, but every word is sonorous.

The adjutant sighed imperceptibly and asked again in a low voice:

"Lord Earl, what should we do next?"

"Hold on."

Still a short and powerful answer.

But this time, Count Jacob climbed to the top of the tower and looked around under the gaze of thousands of soldiers, scanning the gray faces of the soldiers.

"Soldiers, I have always regarded you as my own children..."

“And now, I’m telling you—never give up.”

"We are the last hope of the North and the last hope of the Scanyans. We represent the thousands of years of tradition in the North and represent true order and justice..."

"We seem to be fighting alone, but our allies are countless. If we survive, the entire Anzetta will cheer for us. If we die, the entire Fianso Continent will mourn for us."

Finally, Count Jacob raised his sword high.

"For the North."

The voice was not passionate, but every word was firm.

The tortured soldiers also recovered slightly from fatigue and sadness.

After experiencing such a long war and facing an almost invincible opponent, Jacob Rosa has become not only their general and their lord, but also their spiritual pillar, and has even become a symbol of the knighthood of the North.

It is also the support for all soldiers to survive.

As long as Count Jacob does not fall, people will believe in the existence of miracles.

So, the soldiers roared as hard as they could with their hoarse throats.

"For the Northland! Wan Sheng!"

"Fight for the count!"

Count Jacob's eyes swept across the faces of the soldiers, and a tragic emotion surged in his heart, so he took a deep breath and slowly opened his mouth.

"I wander with the north wind."

"White frost brings news of my death..."

"My body is covered with snow, and my beloved cannot recognize my face."

This is the lament of the North, but in his mouth it sounds like a war song of victory.

He sang about the unyielding will of the Scanyans and their determination not to surrender this time.

"But do not grieve for me, for I die on the battlefield of glory..."

The soldiers were also affected by it, singing this familiar song with hoarse and low voices. The long, desolate song echoed around the fields, letting the tragic atmosphere permeate the city.

"I wander with the north wind——"

"White frost brings news of my death——"

The sudden sound was particularly loud.

It even easily overwhelmed the singing of the soldiers and surrounded the entire city. People looked outside the city one after another, and even Jacob turned his head in surprise.

How can it be?

How could the army of the Ember Kingdom sing this song?

Jacob's psychological defense was suddenly broken, and a trace of despair emerged deep in his heart.

Yes, the entire Northland except Fayol City has been occupied, and those former Northlanders have become prisoners. It is not unusual for them to sing this song.

——However, they didn’t know that this was some idle player who turned on the stereo and wanted to seize their BGM, and even tried to adapt it into a DJ version.

“Good luck to you and good luck to you!”

“Good luck brings joy and love!”

The sound of "Song of the North" was replaced by the warm and festive "Good Luck", which was incompatible with the original solemn atmosphere of the battlefield.

"..."

Count Jacob's long-simmering emotions were thrown into chaos.

He frowned and his face became extremely ugly. He slowly walked down the tower in silence and ordered the soldiers:

"They are about to attack the city. Be prepared for everything."

Earl Jacob didn't say much. After all, they had been fighting the kingdom's army for many days and were well aware of the enemy's methods.

Sure enough, artillery fire roared.

The wilderness began to tremble.

There was a shrill, piercing scream in the air.

Count Jacob calmly shouted:

"It's a shelling—get down!"

Before he could finish speaking, the soldiers dispersed like a reflex, lying behind the fortifications, and some even entered the city wall directly.

They have experienced several rounds of shelling and are very aware of the power of this terrible weapon, and they are basically the best ones who have survived the shelling.

People who don't have this kind of intuition can't survive.

But they had no choice but to pray for the protection of Tempus so that they could survive the gunfire.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Hundreds of kilograms of metal shells fell, blowing living people into pieces, and the broken shrapnel was enough to penetrate the flesh.

Death's scythe continues to harvest life.

But under the cruel torture of war, both generals and soldiers have become somewhat numb, and death has become commonplace.

They don't even scream or howl. They just instinctively let out a short exclamation of "Ah" when they are about to be blown up, but this sound is usually covered up by the explosion.

Flesh, flesh and gravel were splashed, the city walls were turned into ruins after being baptized by cannonballs, and even several protruding towers collapsed. (End of chapter)