"Attack the Iran Hill forces scattered outside!" This was a solution that Ildo had come up with to solve his current troubles after losing half of the dragon knights.

Avoiding the real is a tactic that normal commanders will choose, but the dragon knights in the past disdained to choose such a tactic, or in their eyes, the reality of mortals is actually the same. But now it's different, they have met a tough nail, an unbreakable city!

If the Holy Demon Empire is willing to let this history continue, then the city of Maricha is destined to go down in history: there are as many as 10 dragon knights who have been shot down here.

On an ordinary anti-aircraft gun position, a group of anti-aircraft gunners were cheering desperately, because in the battle that had just broken out, they had already shot down 3 dragons, which can be said to be real dragon slayer warriors: all the dragon slayer warriors throughout the ages combined, there may not be a few people who slaughtered three dragons with such a dazzling record.

"Retreat! We can't afford to spend it like this anymore! Seeing another dragon trying to dive down and being shot down, Ildo knew that his knights were already frightened, and it was already very difficult for them to continue their attack.

Although the other party also paid a relatively heavy price, perhaps hundreds of people were killed - but compared to the dragon knights, such losses can be regarded as insignificant. These mortals in front of them have already gained momentum, and if they want to continue fighting, they will only make the other party more and more courageous.

"Whew!" The dragon under his crotch flapped its wings and turned its head around and flew off into the distance. The other dragon knights also followed when they saw the knight leader lead the way away. For a while, the dragon soaring in the sky retreated in a gray manner.

"Long live Iran Hill!" An Elanhill grenadier with a rifle guarding the dragon overhead, saw the other man retreat and flew away, raised his weapon aloft, and let out a hoarse roar.

Around him, hundreds of soldiers were reduced to ashes in the dragon's breath, and he saw his comrades burned to charcoal. But now he saw victory, and the seemingly invincible dragon knights had now retreated.

"Long live Iran Hill!" All the soldiers around him let out the same shout, and it was their way of venting their fears and showing off their victory. They had a reason to do so now, because they had just used their performance to defeat the invincible dragon.

Now, the dragon's blood was still flowing above the city, and the dragon's body was still hanging at the head of the city, lying under the city, and lying in the ruins of the city's buildings. It turns out that the dragon knights can be defeated, and the industrial power of Elanhill can make mortals no longer enslaved by the magicians and dragon knights of the Magic Empire.

"Come over here! We're going to send you to hell! Bastard! A soldier lay on the battlements of the wall, looking at the dragon struggling on the ground in the distance, and shouted with all the strength he could.

"We could take that dragon ...... Arrested? Looking at the struggling beast in the distance of the wall, an officer looked at the commander of the anti-aircraft artillery beside him. The commander in the red uniform shook his head and replied, "We can't find such thick chains for a while, and we don't have the right equipment. ”

"It's a pity that you can't take a living dragon...... Send it to Your Majesty. Hearing this answer, the commander of the infantry was very sorry and said, "I really want to give this gift to Your Majesty...... He's going to love it. ”

"There is no way, if there are more casualties at this time, it is estimated that your report will make you lose your current position as commander." The anti-aircraft gun commander of the Air Force looked at the dragon in the distance again with a telescope, and sighed twice: "It's a pity, it looks like he's hurt quite badly." ”

"Dispose of it." The army commander himself knew that if he sent someone to catch the dragon, there might be casualties. At that time, his report will be really difficult to write, so he will have to give up unnecessary temptation.

His companion had already chosen what to do, so the officer in the red uniform waved his arm forward. On the anti-aircraft gun beside him, the gunner in charge of the elevation angle began to quickly shake the handle, so that the barrel of the gun was quickly pointed to the ground.

"Bang! Boom! "Against the almost immobile dragon, the anti-aircraft gun fired two shells, the first of which pierced the dragon's wings, and then shattered one of the dragon's ribs and shattered the internal organs of the abdominal cavity.

Another cannonball struck the dragon's struggling neck, leaving a huge hole in the blood, causing the crimson dragon's blood to gush out of the hole and merge into a stream beneath the dragon.

"Now, send troops and dispose of these corpses! At least, let our enemies, don't forget today! Watching the dragon struggle twice and then not move again, the commander of the Air Force anti-aircraft artillery suggested with a smile.

"I know what to do if you don't say it! Let them mention Maricha! Just think of death! The army officer pressed his sword and walked under the city wall. There, there was already a force waiting, and they were going out of the city to check all the dragon corpses.

In the city, in the ruins of a collapsed house, a dragon is leaning against the edge of the ruins to breathe. It was no longer able to breathe deadly flames, nor could it utter the roars that made people and domestic animals tremble.

It could only lie there quietly, breathing in the ordinary air without the breath of magic, continuing its life that was about to come to an end. Its viper-like pupils were losing their luster a little, but they were still stubborn and refused to close.

"I'm sorry I didn't get you to victory." Beside the dragon, a dragon knight reached out and pressed the dragon's still trembling neck, and whispered to comfort his companion.

Like the steppe horses, the dragon knights will also love their dragons. Because dragons have a longer life, many dragon knights ride dragons that are valuable assets handed down from their parents and even ancestors.

These dragons are the "comrades-in-arms" of the dragon knights, not their mounts in the traditional sense. They fight alongside their companions in the service of the Magic Empire – until they die, then are honorably returned to the Dragon's Grave to be transformed into magical energy to nourish their unhatched offspring.

"Now, I'm going to fight! Buddy! I'm not going to let you get hurt any more! The dragon knight said as he withdrew his hand to his side. He drew a glittering sword from his waist and looked at the Iran Hill soldiers gathered around the rubble.

"I have to say, you still underestimate me!" Looking at the Irlanhill soldiers with rifles, he waved the long sword in his hand and shouted loudly, "Die!" Stupid mortals! You're ants after all! He only deserves to be trampled underfoot! ”

With his shout, his longsword suddenly burst into a dazzling light, and a bolt of lightning leaped out of the blade of the sword, slashing at an Elanhill grenadier in the distance. After this lightning bolt, the light on the blade of the dragon knight's sword dimmed considerably.

He had seen the weapons in the hands of the Iran Hill soldiers on the other side firing, and he knew that he could not withstand the attack of the other party, so he came up and prepared to use the fastest attack to kill as many enemies as possible.

"Click!" In the next second, with a finger of his long sword, another thunderbolt poured out of the sword, slashing at an Elanhill grenadier who was pulling the bolt and preparing to attack. This directly split the soldier into black charcoal, and it was still steaming after falling and shattering.

The remaining Iran Hill soldiers were in no mood to be polite, and they immediately opened fire, pouring fire on the dangerous "magician". The bullet struck the dragon knight's gorgeous armor, sending out a field of sparks.

This armor seems to be much more protective than normal armor, but it doesn't completely stop bullets. A bullet pierced the armor, and the dragon knight immediately fell to his knees on one knee, unable to advance another half step.

The light on his armor was gone, and the sword in his hand was gone. Blood kept gushing out of his mouth, and he was dazed and had no strength to fight any longer.

Eventually, he struggled to move on, but was knocked down by the rubble under his feet and fell to the ground. He lay on the ground and pulled his face, looking at the corpse of the dragon beside him, which was no longer breathing and no longer undulating, with a wry smile on his face, he didn't know what to do.

In his desperate gaze, he saw in the distance that the Elanhill grenadiers had already inserted bayonets into their weapons. Those slender triangular thorns reflected a chilling glow in the sunlight.

Are you going to die here? It's a pity...... The dragon knight tried to prop up his body, but with all his might, he could only turn over. He was lying on the ground, but now he can finally see the sky where he once soared.

Black smoke swept before his eyes, making the sky look ugly. Soon, in his line of sight, several bayonets split the sky.

"Stop!" Just as the bayonets were about to pierce through the cracks in his armor and into his depleted body, a voice came from abruptly in the distance. The grenadiers finally stopped, and did not stab him in the neck and chest again.

"The dragon didn't catch it...... It's okay to capture a captive of the Holy Demon Empire! An officer with a sword came over, stood beside the dragon knight, looked down at the "monster" from the Holy Demon Empire at his feet, and said, "Catch a life and dedicate it to Your Majesty!" ”

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