Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

However, what responded to Leonie was the roar of the steel behemoth, the trembling wasteland, and the fire and smoke released from the muzzle.

"Boom!"

Accompanied by a loud bang, the direct shell fell in front of Leonie and exploded suddenly.

In an instant, the dazzling fire occupied his pupils, fierce explosions appeared, strong airflows burst out, and broken shrapnel flew everywhere.

Thanks to the automatically triggered magic shield on the armor, Leonie withstood the explosion, but the other winged cavalry were not so lucky.

They either lost their limbs, or were blown into charred corpses, or even turned into fragments-and Leonie could only watch all this happen, but he had no way to do anything.

Leonie clenched the saber in his hand and let out a suppressed roar: "We are Fadlan people."

In his memory, the former Fadlan Empire was so powerful and glorious. They had wantonly occupied the land of other races, regarded powerful dragons as prey, and regarded themselves as natural world conquerors.

——And the Ethel Winged Cavalry is a glorious member of them, one of the legions of the Holy Fadlan.

But what about now?

The glory of the sun god is getting dimmer, their power is gradually fading, the three kingdoms are also in endless war, and the despicable country from the north even regards them as prey

More importantly, he almost lost his confidence as a citizen of Fadlan and was overwhelmed by the might of those steel behemoths.

For Leonie, this is simply an unforgivable mistake!

He is a Fadlan! From the most powerful empire in the entire Feanso, he believes in the eternal sun and is loyal to the immortal great emperor!

They should never be afraid, never surrender, and should always follow the light of the sun!

"Hu, hu"

The explosions in my ears continued, and my memories became more and more blurred. Leonie's eyes gradually turned red, and even his breathing became rapid. He raised his saber high, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged.

"We are noble Fadrans! We will never surrender to any despicable barbarians!

Esser Winged Cavalry - Charge with me!"

At this moment, even the roar of artillery fire and the roar of the engine could not cover his hoarse shouts.

Leonie rode the white horse, leaning forward, with the wide metal wings behind him spread out, and the wind passed through the gaps, making a piercing whistle.

The magic patterns on the wings also glowed, and the sun-like light was released, which made him gradually leave the ground. The warhorse galloped hard, and the horse's hooves were suspended in the air several feet above the ground.

At this moment, Leonie, like a true descendant of God, dragged the traces of light and charged in the air at an extremely terrifying speed - this is the real winged cavalry!

Leonie waved his saber and shouted: "Holy Fadlan will live forever! Give your heart to Fadlan!"

The hundreds of cavalrymen who remained focused their attention on Leonie. They swiftly dodged the bombardment of artillery fire and gradually gathered around him.

"It's Lord Leonie!"

"We are the Winged Cavalry of Esser!"

"Amaunator, the Holy Fadlan Empire will live forever!"

Against the noisy background, the shouts of the Winged Cavalry of Esser rose and fell, which was particularly exciting.

At this moment, life or death was no longer important. These fanatical cavalrymen just wanted to launch a powerful charge like they did before, die on the battlefield like real warriors, and give everything for the "Fadlan" they built in their spiritual world.

"Long live Fadlan!"

The Winged Cavalry lined up in two dense rows with knees against knees. Their outstanding horsemanship allowed them to charge in dense formations, and their long lances ensured that they would pierce their opponents first.

The magic patterns on the armor complemented each other, and finally formed a long, high-speed thick barrier in front of the cavalry lined up in a horizontal column.

"Shua——"

The wings behind them whistled harshly, releasing a strong propulsion airflow, giving the winged cavalry faster speed and stronger power.

The sound of horse hooves was neat and dull, and the winged cavalry remained silent. Even if their comrades were overturned by the explosion, they would quickly adjust and fill the formation.

At this moment, they were only a hundred meters away from those iron lumps, and the billowing smoke was blowing in their faces, making it difficult for them to open their eyes.

"For the Holy Fadlan!"

The winged cavalry summoned up their courage and shouted with all their strength.

The wings behind them also suddenly spread out, making a trembling whistle, and the horse hooves hit the ground like drumsticks, making a rapid sound.

Such a huge impact force and such a fast speed can often bring devastating blows to the enemy, whether it is humans, orcs or giants, it is difficult to resist.

The former Ethel cavalry relied on such charges to cross the continent and were invincible.

But unfortunately, this time their enemies were not flesh and blood, but giant beasts made of steel, the most advanced war machines in the empire - tanks.

Under the roar of the steel giant, the whistling of artillery fire, and the roar of the engine, all the noises were easily covered, and even the earth was wailing.

The winged cavalry felt deafening, and their ears were buzzing, and even the sound of the wind was difficult to hear.

And Leonie also clenched the saber in his hand, his heart pounding, and his breathing became more and more rapid.

In a trance, he seemed to have returned to that afternoon thirty years ago, when he was still young and vigorous. It was also in such a charge that they slaughtered the last orcs of Ethel like slaughtering pigs.

Now, will it be the same?

We will win, we will definitely win, we are Fadrans, Leonie kept repeating this sentence in his heart.

One hundred meters.

Leonie raised his saber forward, his eyes wide open, and let out a majestic war cry.

Fifty meters.

However, under the cover of thick smoke, those hideous black shadows like hills expanded rapidly in their eyes, and finally broke through the thick smoke and appeared in front of them.

At this moment, the steel torrent of the Burning Empire collided with the charge of the Ethel cavalry, which had been unbeatable, and rushed towards the land like a tsunami.

"Boom--"

The strong airflow swept over, and the winged cavalry raised their spears and stabbed forward with all their strength, trying to deal a fatal blow to the giant beast.

Even the thrust carrying the kinetic energy of the charge could only barely pierce the heavy armor, and could not really hurt the core of the steel giant beast.

The spears broke, fragments flew everywhere, and under the roar of the steel giant, the winged cavalry was also rolled under the tracks, and was crushed into meat paste with short screams.

Whether it was the wings behind, the fine armor wrapped around the whole body, or the strong physique, they all seemed insignificant in front of the impact of the steel torrent.

This once invincible winged cavalry was now like a fragile glass doll, which would break at the touch of a finger.

"No——"

Leonie's face was hideous, and he let out a sad and tragic roar.

He watched the winged cavalry, who had placed all his fantasies about Fadlan, being crushed by the steel torrent, and felt that his heart was also crushed by the tracks, becoming broken and full of despair.

At this moment, the eternal illusion of the holy city in his heart was crumbling and was about to be turned into ruins by the dragon.

Leonie shouted like crazy: "Fadlan will not lose--"

While shouting, he used all his strength to swing his saber at the seemingly invincible steel behemoth in front of him, just like a knight rushing towards the windmill.

"Never!"

"Swish--"

The golden sword light shot up into the sky, and a strong wind swept across the ground, and the space seemed to be divided. Under the fierce attack of this Fadlan extraordinary warrior, the armor of the tank was easily cut open, and even the body behind it was even split into two neat sections, opening a huge crack!

The cross section was neat and the fracture was extremely smooth, which also exposed the dragon vein goblin driver hidden in it.

"Damn human!"

The goblin yelled sharply, he huddled in the corner of the cockpit, holding the handrail with one hand, and picked up the pistol next to him with the other hand, shooting at Leonie indiscriminately.

And from the moment he saw the goblin, Leonie suddenly erupted in an outrage, like a erupting volcano, difficult to suppress.

Goblin! The one who crushed his army and crushed his last hope was the goblin who was regarded as worthless by the Ethel Winged Hussars!

This was a naked humiliation! It could even be said to be a humiliation to Fadlan!

The goblin kept pulling the trigger, still shouting: "Go to hell, cowardly southerner! Long live His Majesty Cassius!"

However, the winged hussar did not fall down as the goblin imagined. Instead, he rushed over with bullets, swung his saber wildly, and split the weak but arrogant goblin in two.

Leonie rode on the top of the tank wreckage and raised his saber high: "Warriors! These things are not invincible! They are just iron shells with strong exteriors and weak interiors!"

However, when he looked around, there was only thick smoke filling the fields, corpses that were crushed into meat paste mixed with armor fragments, blood all over the ground, and two deep ruts left by the tracks.

At this moment, no one would listen to Leonie's call.

There were also winged cavalry who managed to escape from the gaps between the tanks, but they had lost their comrades and their faith had already collapsed. They had lost their fighting spirit and just drove their horses away numbly.

Leonie shouted: "Have you forgotten the glory you once had? We are from Fadlan--"

"Boom!"

The strong explosion almost blew him away, and also made the wreckage of the tank in tatters.

Leonie looked up and saw the wyvern flying across the sky again. Several bombs whizzed down, sweeping away the remaining winged cavalry and blowing the earth into pieces.

"Come on, kill me! Decades ago, you would have been defeated by me!"

The steam tanks in the distance turned their heads and surrounded them in a loose formation, chasing the winged cavalry on the grassland like ferocious wolves.

The gun barrels of more than a dozen steam tanks were aimed at Leonie, and the black muzzles suddenly spewed out flames.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Intensive and fierce explosions occurred one after another, almost overturning the ground, causing dust and gravel to rise into the sky.

Leonie relied on his superb riding skills to shuttle back and forth in the thick smoke, avoiding explosions again and again.

But soon, the warhorse under his crotch also neighed weakly and fell to the ground - the warhorse's originally smooth and beautiful fur was covered with dust and scars, and it was covered with broken shrapnel, and the blood was almost drained.

This warhorse that had been with Leonie for decades died just like that.

However, Leonie had no time to regret and feel sad. He jumped off the horse's back with a saber in his hand and rushed towards the tank cluster alone.

The next moment, accompanied by a loud "boom", several shells fell where he had originally stopped, and the horse's corpse suddenly exploded, and charred pieces of meat flew everywhere.

"Kill him!"

"This human is very strong! He destroyed a tank, everyone be careful!"

The drivers communicated through the transmitter, and the steam tanks dispersed and surrounded from different directions, forming a huge semicircular formation.

The machine gun turrets on the top of the steam tanks aimed at Leoni, and fierce flames burst out from the muzzles.

"Dangdangdang--"

In an instant, bullets poured down like a storm, washing Leoni's body, and his hard armor also had dents.

However, Leoni was fearless and charged almost frantically under the dense artillery fire and bullets.

"Focus on the fire!"

"He is only one person! Don't save shells!"

The firepower of the steam tanks was even more fierce, and the two-legged dragons kept flying low, and the shells almost flattened the land around Leoni by three feet.

The continuous explosions and shootings gradually broke his armor, and Leoni's strong body was also covered with a charred shell, which was inlaid with dense shrapnel and bullets.

However, he did not give up, and walked forward unsteadily, avoiding countless fatal attacks.

Finally, he walked to a place 40 meters away from the steam tank with difficulty, raised his saber with his shaking arms, but he had no strength to charge, and let the bullets shoot into his body full of holes.

"Kacha-"

Accompanied by the crisp sound of gears biting, the turret slowly turned, and the black muzzle was facing Leonie.

Leonie raised his head, and there was a trace of despair in his eyes. At this moment, the earl finally recognized a cruel reality.

——The Holy Fadlan Empire he was loyal to had long been destroyed.

And in the army of the Burning Empire, Leonie actually saw the pride, confidence and tyranny that should have belonged to the former Fadlan Empire.

"The old king is dead."

He moved his lips and wanted to continue to say something, but the thrilling fire had already occupied his eyes.

"Boom!"

Another earth-shaking explosion, in an instant, the ground trembled, and dust and smoke rose to the sky.

The last Essel Winged Cavalryman of Fadlan died just like that, and this unit will completely disappear in the dust of history with the passage of time.

On July 11, 1789, the Burning Empire declared war on North Essel with almost no warning and launched a fierce offensive.

According to the words in their declaration of war, North Essel committed the great crime of "insulting the Burning Emperor".

The Burning Empire used its 4 armored divisions, 3 light armored divisions and 2 air force divisions as its main assault force, and tore through the simple defense line of 80,000 people in the dukedom in the flat western part of North Essel Plain.

They didn't have time to prepare, and even didn't receive the news of the Burning Empire's declaration of war, and were suddenly swept away by the steel torrent that appeared on the plain.

The empire's armored forces, air forces and magic forces formed a force for rapid deep advancement, quickly tearing apart and encircling the old and huge old Fadlan Empire army.

Millions of players swarmed out like locusts, almost frantically chasing the army that appeared in their sight, and their traces were all over the plains.

This series of bad news made the remaining troops of Duke Walter tremble and shrink in major cities, waiting for external rescue.

At this moment, countless people in the city looked up at the sun and silently prayed to Amaunator. Their only hope was the former "Wings of Fadlan" - Walter Graham.

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The "Secret Treasure of Cassius" event is still in progress, and the prize will be drawn at 12 noon tomorrow, so stay tuned. (End of this chapter)