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After the construction site was bombarded by the Flaming Battroons, there was a faint sense of agitation throughout the camp, but after Paran escaped from the fire and began to take command of the troops, the panic of the entire camp stabilized considerably.

Soldiers also have feelings, when the military commander who leads himself, when half of his face is burned, still insists on the command post, and even takes the lead in picking up sand with both hands and pouring it into the fire, who will not be moved by this?

Under the command of officers at all levels, groups of soldiers began to get busy. Some are digging sand from the wasteland with sapper shovels, while others are responsible for quickly filling the excavated sand into sacks.

The sack, which had just been filled, was immediately picked up and thrown forward, into the hands of the soldiers who were responsible for extinguishing the flames on the edge of the fire.

Together, the two soldiers threw the sand from the flames that kept spreading out of the sack.

Soon, the sea of fire finally stopped flowing outwards and was contained.

Palan breathed a sigh of relief, after the range of the flames was controlled, at least the losses would not expand too much.

But it is far from time to slacken, and the fire has only just been brought under control.

Paran continued to send troops to the generals. Standing on a high place, the skin that had just been burned by the fire was blown by the wind and sand, and the pain was so bad that it made his head a little dizzy. However, he still gritted his teeth and ran around, conveying orders and further organizing more soldiers to participate in the firefighting.

His efforts paid off.

Three hours later, the fire was extinguished.

A quick inventory of losses is not so good.

The construction site, which had been attacked by Batriders, had been carved out yesterday by Palland for the installation and construction of the siege equipment that had been brought in from Shawan Harbor. In the wasteland, there is no wood that can be used on the spot, and naturally there is no way to make equipment on the spot, so it can only be transported.

Palan had brought a lot of semi-finished equipment from Shawan Harbor, and last night he had ordered his soldiers to work three shifts in a row to make more of them. However, now, it is not completely destroyed, but the loss is not small. Last night's work was almost useless, and a large number of equipment was burned. Although some of them were salvaged, they had to be removed and reinstalled.

In this way, he brought siege equipment from Shawan Harbor, and now he has lost almost half of it.

However, that's not what makes Palan feel the most headache. It was not the loss of soldiers that was a headache for him, although there were more than 300 soldiers working on the construction site in the midst of the fire, and most of them were either burned to death or burned and could no longer participate in the fighting, but some of them escaped.

The most troublesome thing for him is that he doesn't seem to have any way to guard against the batriders who don't know when they will fall from the sky!

Those batriders came early in the morning, and the locations they chose were quite accurate. If you don't fight anywhere, just stare at these siege machines that build the camp, then there must be an intelligence source.

Come to think of it, at night, these batriders have already secretly come to scout.

However, no matter how much Palan worries, the work must go on.

While sending out sentry posts, he didn't ask for anything else, just to be able to warn in advance when he found that another batrider flew in the sky. In addition, he ordered his soldiers to disassemble all the equipment that was still worth salvaging and put them separately to minimize some losses. At the same time, he also urgently gathered some of his archery masters, and specially configured a team of archers, striving to be able to resist a little bit when the enemy attacked next.

Palan has already done a good job, and if someone else is in his place, he may not be as calm as he is now.

But alas, the enemy will not come to him because of his composure.

Just after eleven o'clock in the morning, when Paran had regrouped his troops, which had been busy all morning, the mournful whistle sounded one after another.

This was the alarm that the scouts he sent out agreed upon, and when this sound sounded, it meant that the batriders were coming again.

In the tent, Palan, who was being treated by several military doctors, did not care that his wounds had not been healed yet, so he hurriedly ran out of the camp and began to shout loudly.

"Officers at all levels! Disperse with the soldiers! Troops are absolutely not allowed to gather! Never allow you to go near flammable materials! Prepare a bag of sand! ”

Successive orders were issued, and he, who had already experienced an air raid once, summed up a set of methods for dealing with an air raid in a few hours. He didn't know if it worked, but it was better than a panicked air raid.

But, while he had done something to deal with it, the soldiers were executing it differently. Even with the restraints of the officers, the whole camp inevitably produced many signs of disarray.

And in the sky, the speed at which those battroons came was not much later than the siren! But a moment later, another group of black dots was approaching the sky above the camp at a rapid speed.

It was too far away to see clearly, but in terms of quantity, Paran felt that the Batriders who came this time were probably the ones who came at dawn.

His fists were clenched tightly together, and his heart was quite aggrieved. He would rather the enemy leave the city with all his troops, so that he could fight in a dignified manner. When encountering such a means of constantly using air raids to find trouble, the feeling that the power cannot be used is really quite infuriating.

For now, he could only hope that the order to disperse his troops would minimize the losses as much as possible, and that the improvised teams of archers would be able to make them pay some price when the batriders were diving.

Prepare for the air, and now, Paland is waiting for those Battroons to arrive!

And just as he was about to grit his teeth, a panicked voice suddenly sounded in his ears: "Go up...... Colonel, there is also a group of air cavalry in our rear! ”

When he heard this, Palan was taken aback - where did the air cavalry come from in the rear? He couldn't help but raise his head from the hiding bunker and look in the opposite direction of the iron nail post, and the surprise on his face quickly turned into ecstasy!

Where is the enemy's battroon, it's clearly Lord Dain's griffon! (To be continued.) )