Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

In just three hours, the "first line of defense" army, which originally had more than 40,000 people, now only had more than 10,000 people.

They were basically personal soldiers from various families in the North, tied tightly to the chariots of the nobles in the North, and many of them had the status of knights.

They knew that even if they surrendered, they would not get any benefits, and their fate would even be more miserable, and it would also implicate their own families.

Among them were more than 3,000 heavy cavalry from the Principality of Bosk, as well as nearly 7,000 elite spear and shield infantry and more than 2,000 archers.

However, they suddenly discovered that it was not just the front line. The vanguard troops of the Burning Kingdom had already broken through the fragile defense line at the pass, infiltrated into the Principality from the flank, and appeared behind them like a ghost, completely surrounding this stubborn army of only 10,000 people.

This was not just a mistake in battlefield decision-making, but an all-round crushing of marching speed, intelligence, tactics and even military system.

——While the nobles of the North were still immersed in the beautiful dream of defending the natural barrier, the troops of the Burning Kingdom had quickly completed the encirclement of this army through the cooperation of land and air forces and the cooperation of the "Nocturne" intelligence system, and even used propaganda warfare to make the enemy's army collapse before the war.

They were going to fight a war of annihilation.

Looking at the army in front of him, he turned his head and looked at the pairs of eyes flashing with dim light behind him.

Finally, Loren Bosque fell into complete despair. He looked into the distance with empty eyes and shook his head continuously.

"No, it's impossible."

"Things shouldn't be like this."

"I should have won a glorious victory, and then used the momentum of this victory to defeat my brother and become the true heir of the Bosque family."

In such a predicament, he was already a little incoherent.

It was not until the adjutant beside him reminded him that he barely came back to his senses.

"Sir, what should we do?"

The red dragon's oppressive voice came from afar, but at this moment, this voice seemed to carry a hint of frivolity, which made Loren feel even more annoyed, but he had no idea what to do.

"Time is running out."

"Ten."

"Nine."

"Sir, what should we do?"

"Damn that dragon, how dare he treat us like this! And those lowly animals!"

"When the war is over, I will kill them all!"

As the number got closer and closer to the end, the pressure became heavier.

Under this heavy pressure, Loren had completely lost his mind and could only curse.

In the military formation, even the elite private army raised by the nobles, and even those officers with knighthood and land grants, some of them could not withstand the pressure and fled.

Even the soldiers who stayed in the position were trembling and sweating, and had lost their will to fight.

On the other side of the army of the Burning Kingdom, the eyes of the hobgoblins and ogres were already glowing with murderous intent. They couldn't wait to tear the enemy apart, to feel the rare pleasure of killing, and more importantly, to make achievements on the battlefield and become noble dragon-blood nobles.

As for failure?

That was never within their consideration. It was just a slightly cold joke that could be published in the humor section of the Kingdom Daily.

"Four."

"Three."

"Two."

"One."

"I've given you a chance, but it's a pity that you didn't cherish it."

The voice was exceptionally calm, as if stating a trivial matter.

"So. Crush them."

Suddenly, as the red dragon's final order was issued, the entire wasteland seemed to boil.

"Crush them!"

"For the Burning Kingdom!"

"Fight for the great red dragon!"

The drums of the goat men were beating, the roars of the flying dragons were noisy and harsh, and the battle cries of the hobgoblins and ogres were as fierce as burning flames, and there was also the dull sound of the wheels of heavy artillery rolling over the ground.

This chaotic sound reflecting the kingdom's military power was intertwined in the wilderness, making the surrounded enemies tremble.

In the ogre cannon camp in the rear, the ogre Big Head, who was the commander of the artillery, was about to issue an order to bomb the opponent's camp, but was personally stopped by the hobgoblin marshal Doro.

"Stop, there is no need to waste artillery shells here. If it ends too quickly, it will be meaningless."

"They haven't tasted blood for a long time."

Dolo looked at the seemingly solid human positions in the distance, and a ferocious smile appeared on his face.

In fact, Doro was not only considering these things, he also wanted to keep these artillery as a trump card until the end, not giving the northerners a chance to respond in advance.

This so-called "war" was more like an ordinary infantry training. He did not even send out the dragon beast cavalry, nor did he mobilize the flying dragon army. He just let the soldiers holding semi-automatic rifles charge.

Loren stared at the terrifying troops advancing rapidly, sweat dripping from his forehead, and his face became extremely distorted.

"Stop, stop them!"

"Hurry up, you idiots, go to the front!"

However, after repeated reminders from the adjutant, he calmed down and began to use the tactical knowledge he had learned since childhood to think about the corresponding tactical countermeasures.

Loren stared at the enemy with gloomy eyes, but suddenly found that they did not send out cavalry and spearmen to charge as expected, but instead pushed the most vulnerable infantry with guns to the front and let them charge.

This was undoubtedly a kind of tactical contempt from the opponent, but it also gave Loren a valuable opportunity - the opportunity to achieve results.

As the commander-in-chief of this war, he naturally studied the Ember Kingdom's army through magical images.

Those long sticks called "guns" are a formidable long-range weapon, but their disadvantage is that they take a very long time to reload, and they cannot respond to the enemy's impact during this interval.

And he has three thousand of the most elite heavy armored cavalry under his command, enough to tear this group of fragile infantry into pieces.

Thinking of this, Laurent skillfully climbed onto his horse and put on the helmet with the lion's mane.

"Calling all the cavalry and prepare for a mass charge!"

"Let the archers cover us."

"Yes, sir."

The herald hurried to the cavalry position to convey the commander's order, while the adjutant also arranged his armor.

"How dare you despise me like this."

"I'll make you pay."

Lauren gritted her teeth and couldn't help but sneered.

He knew that after losing most of his troops, this might be an unwinnable war.

But he wants to make these guys who dare to look down on him, Loren Bosque, suffer a little, and he also makes himself a heroic figure that can be recorded in the family tree and even the history of the North.

"The lions of the Bosque family will try their best to bite off your arms even if they die."

He put down the heavy visor in front of his helmet and thought viciously in his heart.