Chapter 33 Dragon Riding Legions? Where?
On the plain in front of the Dragonscale Fortress, the horn blew again. This time, France did not design any traps as before, but chose to attack below.
Lucifer looked at the rows of troops below, roughly making an appointment. The number of the entire French army is at least 130,000, but it should be less than 160,000. This is only 150,000, and the opponent's force is at least nearly one-third more than his own.
The number of flying dragons in the sky has reached more than four hundred, but it looks like a tingling scalp from a distance. Lucifer also didn't want to investigate why the air force on his side had so little, he focused on dealing with the situation that might arise next.
"Duke Georgios, are all the previous strong archers and magic crossbows concentrated in one place?" Lucifer looked at the huge siege, and the enemy was approaching.
"Assembled, they will complete their mission to the death. Until the last person."
"They are all brave warriors, and I will not let their lives be sacrificed in vain." Lucifer raised the holy sword in his hand and shouted to the surroundings.
"My fellow citizens, take your weapons and fight. This battle will be recorded in history, turned into an epic, and passed on to future generations. For Britain!"
With this as a starting point, all the soldiers on the wall began to shout the same slogan.
"For Britain!"
The national flag stood up side by side, and countless soldiers held up their weapons, demonstrating their determination to fight to the death.
In the distance, with the sound of a huge horn, French troops began to line up along the plain. The huge war machinery is already in place, and countless huge rocks burning with flames fly out of the trebuchet and fly into the fortress.
The vanguard troops rushed to within the range of the fortress's bows and arrows, and countless flying arrows fell like rain. Rows of people fell down, but there were still rows of people who set up a ladder and climbed up to the city wall. At the same time, the flying dragon legions in the sky are also invading the air at this time, and they are madly pouring down dragon flames.
Countless people fell, but the same number continued to fill their vacancies.
Behind a black flying dragon sits a middle-aged earl whose name is Farrar, who is also the field commander of this force. In the chaos, he remained relatively calm.
He understands that the most important thing now is not to attack the soldiers below, but to find a way to first kill those who are threatening to their army. That is, the remnants of the White Dragon Legion and the strong archers and magic crossbows specially trained by Saint Georgios. As long as these things are destroyed, they will not be threat.
Then you can burn as much as you want.
Several hundred meters high in the sky, he was earnestly looking for the source of the attack on the flying dragon. Finally, leaning back on one side, but higher than the safety, he found the dragon hunting unit that had been concentrated.
"Originally, he deserved to be called Saint Georgios. After discovering that his dragon hunting troops were scattered and unable to pose a threat to us, did he choose to use it in a concentrated way? This way, he can indeed kill some flying dragons. But in this way, you also gave me concentration Annihilate your opportunity. Inform all ministries, leave the other units alone, concentrate on the firepower to solve the one below." Farrar said loudly to the adjutant behind him.
"Yes!" The adjutant nodded, sending an order to the magic behind him.
The magician immediately began to use magic to convey this command to the other people around him. Suddenly, the flying dragons that had been scattered began to concentrate in a certain place. Other people on the wall also reduced a lot of pressure.
"It's completely caught by the king. The next thing is to see the performance of that unit." Saint Georgios see that the flying dragon in the sky flew towards where they put the bait down, and he clenched the holy sword in his hand.
Now is the most critical time. If these flying dragons can be defeated in one fell swoop, it will undoubtedly cause a huge blow to France's morale.
In the flames, he chopped down a French soldier who had just climbed up, liberating the holy sword in his hand. The huge sword of light swept past, and the eight ladders on the city wall were instantly shattered. The attack caused a burst of cheers.
But before the cheers were over, the ladder at the rear had been erected again.
At the current speed, if he keeps using the Holy Sword, Saint Georgios may be too exhausted to fight these things.
At this moment, a fire flashed, and the huge Siege Tower collapsed in front of everyone. Directly killed a piece of nearby soldiers.
"All magicians and crossbow arrows are aimed at the joints of these big guys. Their weakness lies in the joints." Lucifer put down the longbow in his hand and commanded loudly to the surroundings.
With Lucifer's hint, the others seemed to have found the trick, and they madly outputted to the joints of these big guys. Although the accuracy of these soldiers is not very good, the number of them is a lot, and the accuracy is not so important.
A wagon collapsed in front of France's eyes, and at the same time many soldiers were affected, and Lothar's face in the distance was a little ugly. He originally wanted to use these things to consume the power of Lucifer or Saint Georgios, and when their power was almost consumed, the holy swords on their side were dispatched together.
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