At the city gates, the dragon's battle was very glorious. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

But when the attack of the dragon's breath is placed in the entire Iron Horse Grip town, the effect is actually not so exaggerated.

Iron Horse Grip is not a big town, but it is a town after all, and 50,000 people are thrown in it, which seems like a lot, but in fact it is far from that crowded. Besides, there were only seven dragons in total. The dragon's breath is very strong, and the dragon's power is also very strong, but it is impossible to cover the entire city with the dragon's breath.

In such a situation, the soldiers are not a target to stand still, they will flee, no matter how chaotic the escape is, they will always move. As a result, after the dragons turned their target to the city, the results they could do were not as good as those at the city gates.

At this moment, it seemed that the losses of the coalition forces were very large, and even the two supreme commanders of the upper echelons of the coalition forces, Count Sneijder and Count Taud, were killed together. However, despite this, the number of soldiers who were actually killed by Dragon's Breath was not as many as imagined, except for the thousands of people who were burned at the city gate, in the next attack, the number of soldiers burned to death may be less than half of the city gate.

But even so, so what? Now, even if the gods were alive, they could not imagine that they could reunite their armies in the city under such a blazing night sky.

Soldiers who have lost their unity of command are no better than flies flying around.

Everyone, including Admiral Mars, can only control themselves, and it is impossible to save the whole situation.

Mars knew this, and he didn't make a pointless attempt. He did his best to maintain order in the Victorian Order, and led the army to break through to the north gate, where no flames had yet been seen.

He had only one thought on his mind now: to get out of the city as soon as possible.

Along the way, there were quite a few routs, with a large number of soldiers, and even blocked the way of the retreat of the Victorian Knights.

At first, Mars was in the mood to put the soldiers under command, but later he found that it was a waste of time and not very effective. So, later, when he encountered the rout soldiers who were blocking the way, he directly ordered the knights to reprimand and drive away. Later, they didn't even bother to scold and drive away, and the elite knights simply galloped on horseback, and those who stood in front and didn't have time to get out of the way were all trampled to death.

The decision was cold, cruel, and unkind. Those coalition soldiers, many of them felt that they had found a savior after seeing the figure of the Victorian Knights, but what they ushered in was the cold iron hooves of the armored knights, and they didn't understand until they died, obviously everyone was in the same camp, they were all comrades who fought side by side, how could these Victorian knights do this.

No one would explain anything to the dead, and besides, after running around the city with his troops for a while, Mars felt that his decision was still very wise: the north gate of the Iron Horse's grip was already close at hand, and his troops were about to jump out of the city like a fire pit.

In Mars's view, the defeat of the coalition was inevitable. Now, the only goal he had in mind was to live with the Victorian knights. The thousand knights in his hands, but one-third of the strength of the Victorian Knights, if they were buried here, it would be a very heavy blow to the entire kingdom. As a kingdom general, he would never allow this to happen.

Even if his decision were known to the coalition forces in the future, it would definitely bring some diplomatic trouble to the kingdom - and it would probably not be a small trouble. But it doesn't matter, no matter how big the trouble is, it is no bigger than the lives of a thousand Victorian knights.

At the northern gate of the Iron Horse, there are quite a few coalition soldiers gathering. The soldiers were not stupid, and of course they all knew that they had to escape from the city, but they had to go through the city gates. The entire east gate has been melted down, and only the three gates in the northwest and south are left. It's all too normal for a few soldiers to gather at this north gate.

At this moment, in front of this city gate, at least more than three hundred soldiers were crowded together. They scrambled to escape through the city gates, and there was no organizational discipline to speak of.

Obviously, everybody wants to get out of the city early, everybody squeezes forward, but that doesn't make it easy for everybody to get through quickly. The entire city gate has been crowded into a pot of porridge, and the efficiency of getting out of the city has become extremely low.

A lot of people can see this, but so what? Honest queuing? Then never want to leave the city, and people will crowd in front of you in no time.

There were several coalition officers, shouting among the soldiers, trying to restore order. They knew that the situation was the worst, they wanted to change, but they couldn't do anything about it—God, how could soldiers follow the orders of their officers at will? A few school officers tore their throats, even if they slashed people with knives, there was no way to restore discipline.

After all, even some squad leaders have begun to lose discipline and keep squeezing out.

It was in this situation that Mars and his Victorian knights arrived.

The officers were overjoyed, and when they saw Admiral Mars's banner, they hurried over, hoping that the highest-ranking commander of the coalition army would be able to maintain order at the city gates. However, when they approached and showed their ranks, they found that no one was paying attention to them.

All the Victorian knights were just riding their horses and rushing forward. Of course, they are not like those ordinary soldiers, who are crowded in a swarm, but they are arranged in a fairly orderly manner. No one paid any attention to the officers, no matter how much they talked.

The officers didn't understand it at first, but when they looked at the knights, who didn't slow down in the slightest as they were about to rush into the crowd, they understood what the knights were trying to do.

A Florentine man with the rank of lieutenant colonel shouted with a pale face: "No! You can't do that! ”

However, he was only answered by the sound of horses' hooves falling to the ground. He watched as thousands of Victorian knights, as if they were attacking the enemy, rushed into the crowded coalition soldiers in a tight formation.

The scene was extremely tragic!

Those coalition soldiers who were crowding and wanted to leave the city never imagined that such an army would 'kill' from their backs. They were completely caught off guard, and the soldiers who had first come into contact with the Victorian knights were all knocked over and trampled to death by their horses.

Angry scolding and screaming followed. The soldiers instantly became panicked, but soon there was a bloody spirit of bravery: no one wanted to die, especially at the hands of their own people. These Victorian knights, who clearly wanted their lives, were so arrogant, and these soldiers would not obediently lie on the ground and let others trample on them.

Cannibalism began.

But that didn't help. These coalition soldiers, even if they formed a meticulous formation, under the unified command of the best commanders, faced the group charge of the Victorian Knights, they could only end up defeated, not to mention that they were still in an extremely chaotic state, or they had already been broken in.

Under such circumstances, the scattered coalition soldiers could not stop the pace of the Victorian knights.

Soon, within three minutes, all the soldiers blocking the north gate were either hacked to death or trampled to death by their horses, and only some of the slightly wiser ones hid to the side and saved their lives.

Admiral Mars, who was in the center of the Knights' formation, had a cold face. All the orders were given by him personally, and he did not estimate the lives of the Florentines and Pudri at all, and it was the most important thing to leave the city as soon as possible.

Moments later, however, the Victorian knights, while still in the process of passing through the gates, were punished.

They attracted the attention of two dragons.

The reason for such a punishment may be that Mars is so ruthless that even God can't see it; Most likely, of course, due to the fact that there were too many people gathered at the North City Gate.

Two dragon breaths fell from the sky.

Mars's face was extremely dark. The single strength of the Victorian knights is very strong, even if they are covered by the dragon's breath, with the knights' equipment level and their personal strength, they should not be like ordinary coalition soldiers, and they will die if they are sprayed by the dragon's breath. If you are directly hit by the dragon's breath, you will definitely have no life to live; But if it's just a little bit of contamination, it's not a sure death.

However, despite this, the Knights of Victoria kept the entire formation very dense in order to leave the city, which was not conducive to avoiding the attack of the dragon's breath in the sky. If you really let this green flame cover down, the damage will become very huge.

Mars does not accept such an outcome. He drew his sword and shouted, "Get out of the way!" ”

Riding forward, he caught up with one of the dragon's breaths.

At the predetermined landing point of the dragon's breath, this admiral from the Kingdom of Victoria burst out with a golden light! In this way, his body soared directly from the war horse, and the long sword in his hand flashed with extremely violent holy light, directly slashing towards one of the dragon's breaths.

Admiral Mars, but also a paladin with sixteen professional ranks!

Under the sword, the holy light dimmed, and Mars himself was a little embarrassed by the green dragon flame. But in any case, this dragon breath, which was the most threatening to his army, was completely resisted by him with the strength of one person.

As for the other one, it still fell. However, this dragon's breath does not cover a very large number of people. Moreover, the Victorian knights are not lambs to the slaughter. In the area covered by the dragon's breath, twenty or thirty knights simultaneously activated the power of the Holy Light of War. The combined strength of these knights is not small. Although in the end, it was still unable to completely resist the power of the dragon flame, but when the dragon breath landed, both the range and strength of the flame had been greatly weakened.

This time the dragon's surprise attack didn't look very good. The two green dragons fought together, and under a round of breathing, there were less than ten knights who were burned to death, and only five or six were injured, and some of the other knights who were affected were a little mentally exhausted at most, but they were still galloping on their horses.

These two green dragons were very unhappy.

After the Battle of Iron Horse Grip started and the Green Dragons arrived, every breath they breathed took away at least dozens, if not hundreds, of lives. It had never happened before, and the two dragons had used their strength together to kill less than ten people.

It's just that these green dragons are also a little tired. From the beginning of the war to the present, it has lasted for more than half an hour. For more than half an hour, seven dragons kept setting fire to the city. The power of dragons is strong, yes, but there is a limit. Dragon's breath is not something that can be spewed out indefinitely.

In fact, the dragon that is still wreaking havoc in the city is not as frequent as it was when the battle first began, and everyone is tired.

However, although the dragon's breath is not very good to continue to squirt, the dragon's Lilang is more than that. These behemoths, which together with their tails, reach a length of thirty or forty meters, and are themselves the ultimate fighting bodies in the world. Even if they don't rely on dragon breath or dragon magic, they are the best warriors in this world if they only use their flesh and the fighting skills that have been passed down from the dragon's bloodline and are exclusive to dragons.

Their sheer size, agility, and strength give them formidable combat power.

In the case of not being able to continue to use the dragon's breath, the two enraged dragons plan to use their powerful melee abilities to teach this group of knights a lesson-especially the commanders among these knights, who are very hated.

However, their thoughts were eventually stopped by the dragon knight sitting on the straddle.

Dragons don't need dragon knights to help them fight, they're not even mounts - and not many people can use dragons as mounts. The so-called dragon knight is just a role equipped on the dragon to complete the commander's combat commands.

Their relationship with the dragon was not bad, and under their appeasement, the irascible green dragons finally restrained their aggressive personality and did not really pounce.

Mars has a few regrets. He had seen that the two green dragons had the intention of coming down. If these two green dragons really dared to come down, he wouldn't mind going into battle himself, and then taking the Victorian knights to complete a feat of slaying dragons.

However, he didn't have to pity it for long, and a huge crisis came-in the formation of the Victorian Knights fleeing north, dozens of blue arcane doors suddenly flashed!