Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

Count Jacob did not sit still and wait for death. He relied on the agility of a warrior and his powerful dynamic vision to shuttle through the artillery fire and avoid being bombarded by artillery shells again and again.

However, he knew that this was not the end.

Earl Jacob looked up into the distance, his eyes slightly narrowed, and his sight seemed to penetrate the billowing smoke.

Over the past few months, after many brutal positional battles, at the cost of tens of thousands of lives, he had thoroughly figured out the "three axes" of the Burning Army's tactics.

First bombard with artillery, then let the flying dragons sweep, and finally finish with ground troops such as infantry and cavalry.

"Roar--"

Sure enough, a long dragon roar sounded.

Rows of chaotic black shadows appeared on the horizon, rolling in like dark clouds and pressing towards Fayol City.

Count Jacob roared:

"Flying Dragon! Watch out for the sky!"

However, before the soldiers could climb out of the fortifications, the wyvern swooped down to the top of the city.

Mixed shadows danced wildly, and blazing flames lingered on the city walls.

The soldiers who were unable to dodge were burned, struggling constantly, and finally turned into charred corpses.

However, this was just a wave of offensive. After those flying dragons swooped across the city, they climbed up again, skillfully made circuitous turns, and were about to launch the next wave of offensive.

"Spread out! Spread out!"

Earl Jacob roared.

These three thousand remaining soldiers are his last support, and they are also the most loyal soldiers to himself and the United Kingdom of Northland.

He had already experienced several such attacks, each time causing heavy losses to his army.

But even so, Earl Jacob was still helpless.

Any individual will be limited by factors such as origin, education, and era. Jacob Rosa is already considered the top general in the North, but faced with this cross-era, combined land and air attack, he still cannot find any The solution.

He could only summarize methods to minimize losses, such as building fortifications and dispersing troops, but he had almost no strategy for counterattack.

And just these few rounds of shelling and flying dragon raids caused him to lose his precious 500 troops again.

Count Jacob, filled with rage and nowhere to vent, stretched out his hand.

"Give me a strong bow."

Immediately, a soldier handed over a huge black bow more than two meters long.

Count Jacob skillfully nocked the arrow.

His arm muscles bulged and his veins bulged.

He actually relied on his long-honed strong physique and unparalleled strength to fully draw the long bow that even the orcs could hardly pull.

"Monsters from the Ember Kingdom!"

"For my soldiers - buried with them!"

Only a piercing scream came through the air.

"Whoosh——"

The sharp arrow directly penetrated a flying dragon and the knight on its back at the same time. The flying dragon waved its wings feebly and struggled, wailing and falling to the wilderness.

It even caused several flying dragons behind to encounter collisions and become chaotic in the air.

Count Jacob roared: Monster! You will never defeat the Scanyans! "

"Shoot them down!"

"My Lord Count!"

However, the number of wyverns was too great, even though the soldiers fired arrows to fight back.

But after all, not everyone is a powerful warrior like Earl Jacob, and there are only a few flying dragons that can be shot down by them.

More arrows fell down weakly as they flew into the air, but the flames spouted by the flying dragons were enough to kill the soldiers who shot the arrows.

This is an unequal contest.

After several more rounds of swooping and sweeping, the city wall was already covered in flames and corpses were everywhere.

Doluo looked at the city wall in the distance, looked down at the watch on his wrist, and coldly ordered:

"Inform the melee troops and prepare to attack the city."

"Yes, Marshal."

The hobgoblin general under his command quickly responded.

Snowflakes fell one after another, falling to the top of the city.

Create a chilling atmosphere.

There was deathly silence on the city walls.

Earl Jacob looked at the Burning Ember Kingdom army marching like a thick wall in the distance, his eyes flickered, as if he had made some determination.

"Even if I die, I will die on a glorious battlefield! Prepare your horses!"

"Everyone, follow me out of the city to attack!"

"boom!"

The city gate slowly opened.

Jacob Rosa held up the broken flag in his hand and rode a white horse to the front, with five hundred knights behind him.

He wanted to die in a glorious charge.

Become a part of the mourning epic of the North, become a heroic figure who can sing and cry, forever linking the name Jacob Rosa with bravery and loyalty.

The sound of trampling horse hooves sounded.

Facing the torrent of the kingdom's army, this cavalry of less than 500 people was like a trickle flowing into the ocean, looking extremely weak.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Intensive gunfire rang out.

The knights who followed Earl Jacob's charge fell one after another. Only Jacob, who was wearing rare armor, was still charging, as if nothing could stop him.

Soon, he was the only one left charging alone on the battlefield.

"That's the enemy's commander!"

"Kill him and we will knight him!"

The soldiers of the Kingdom of Burning Ember roared excitedly and charged at him with swords and guns waving.

"Holy crap, that boss has a purple outfit!"

"Fight him! Kill him!"

"Don't rob me!"

The players screamed excitedly and used various professional methods to throw spells, hidden weapons and even sundries on him for free.

Facing the influx of enemies, Earl Jacob sneered and roared ferociously:

"You can't defeat me!"

"You will never bring a true Scanyan to his knees!"

"Maybe I will die here today, but my unyielding soul will wander around this land, and I will become a nightmare that you will never forget in your lifetime!"

"Come on, come on -"

His voice suddenly stopped, his eyes became a little sluggish, and his eyes flashed red.

Under the attention of everyone, Earl of Accord dismounted like a puppet, then raised his hands and even took off his armor on his own initiative.

Did he surrender?

"Don't worry about anything, just grab the equipment!"

Players rushed forward one after another, fearing that the rare treasure would be snatched away, and the scene suddenly became chaotic.

"boom!"

Just heard a sudden gunshot.

A bloody hole appeared on Count Jacob's forehead.

His expression suddenly became painful and twisted.

People turned around quickly and saw a thin human being holding a steel gun. The barrel was slightly hot and the hand holding the gun was still trembling - there was also a mark symbolizing a serf on his neck.

Immediately afterwards, more gunshots rang out, and spells came overwhelmingly, drowning the count.

In the end, his strong body was covered with bruises and he slowly fell backwards.

The players swarmed around like wild dogs snatching food. The rare relics of Jacob Rosa have become the focus of competition among players.

"Damn it, let the NPC steal the monster!"

"That guy again?"

"What damn good luck."

"Wait, go grab the equipment!!"

The last hero of the Northland died like this.

A ripple in space appeared, and the ogre archmage appeared beside the military recorder with a staff in his hand and an expressionless face.

"Lord Trump?!"

"What are your orders?"

Facing this sudden distinguished visitor, the military recorder's words were trembling. He didn't even hold the pen in his hand tightly and almost dropped it to the ground.

"Remember what I said."

"In 1782 of the Third Age, Jacob Rosa, the remnant of the United Kingdom of Northland, surrendered to the kingdom, but was beaten to death by angry serfs in the process."

"Yes, sir!"

"I will follow what you said verbatim. Every word you say is the absolute truth."

Jacob Rosa made a mistake——

History has always been written by the victors.

Rather than mourning the dead. (End of chapter)