Volume 1: The Rise of Elanhill Chapter 0075 Dragon Knight
"Attack the Elanhill troops scattered outside!" This was a solution that Irdo thought of to solve the current troubles after losing half of his dragon knights.
Avoid the real and attack the fake, this is the tactic that any normal commander would choose, but the dragon knights in the past disdained to choose such a tactic, or in their eyes, the real and fake of mortals are actually the same. But now it is different, they have encountered a tough nut to crack, an impenetrable city!
If the Holy Demon Empire is willing to let this history pass on, then the city of Maritsa is destined to be recorded in history: as many as 10 dragon knights have been shot down here.
On an ordinary anti-aircraft artillery position, a group of anti-aircraft gunners were cheering desperately, because in the battle that just broke out, they had shot down three giant dragons. They could be said to be true dragon slayers: among all the dragon slayers throughout history, perhaps only a few had such a dazzling record of slaying three giant dragons.
"Retreat! We can't keep wasting time like this!" Seeing another giant dragon trying to dive and being shot down, Irdo knew that the knights on his side were already frightened, and it was very difficult for them to continue the attack.
Although the other side also paid a heavy price, with perhaps hundreds of people killed - but compared to the dragon knights, such losses can be considered negligible. These mortals in front of them have already gained momentum, and if they want to continue the fierce battle, it will only make the other side more courageous.
"Hoo!" The giant dragon under his crotch flapped its wings, turned its head and flew away. When the other dragon knights saw the knight leader leading the way, they followed. For a moment, the giant dragon flying in the sky retreated in disgrace.
"Long live Elanhill!" An Elanhill grenadier who was holding a rifle and guarding against the giant dragon above his head saw the enemy retreating far away, raised his weapon high and roared at the top of his lungs.
Around him, hundreds of soldiers were reduced to ashes by the dragon's breath, and he saw his comrades burned to charcoal. But now he saw victory, and those seemingly invincible dragon knights had retreated.
"Long live Ailan Hill!" All the soldiers around him shouted the same cry. This was their way of venting their inner fear and showing off their victory. They had reason to do so now because they had just defeated the arrogant dragon with their performance.
Now, dragon blood is still flowing on the top of the city, and the bodies of giant dragons are still hanging on the top of the city, lying under the city, and falling in the ruins of the city's buildings. It has been proven that dragon knights can be defeated. The industrial power of Ailan Hill can prevent mortals from being enslaved by the magicians and dragon knights of the magic empire.
"Come here if you have the guts! We will send you to hell! Bastards!" A soldier lay on the battlement of the city wall, looking at the giant dragon still struggling on the ground in the distance, and shouted with all his might.
"Is it possible for us to capture that dragon?" Looking at the struggling beast in the distance of the city wall, an officer looked at the anti-aircraft artillery commander beside him. The commander in red uniform shook his head and replied, "We can't find such a thick chain at the moment, nor do we have the right equipment."
"It's a pity that we can't bring a living dragon to your majesty." Hearing this answer, the infantry commander felt very sorry and said, "I really want to give this gift to your majesty... He will definitely like it very much."
"There is no other way. If there are more casualties at this time, your report will probably cause you to lose your current position as commander." The anti-aircraft artillery commander of the Air Force looked at the giant dragon in the distance through the telescope and said with a sigh, "What a pity, it looks like it's seriously injured."
"Deal with it." The army commander knew that if he sent people to catch the dragon, there might be casualties. It would be difficult to write his report, so he had to give up unnecessary attempts.
His companions had already chosen a way to deal with it, so the officer in red uniform waved his arm forward. On the anti-aircraft gun beside him, the gunner in charge of elevation began to shake the handle quickly, making the gun barrel quickly point to the ground.
"Bang! Bang!" The anti-aircraft gun fired two shells at the giant dragon that could hardly move. The first of the two shells pierced the dragon's wing, then smashed one of the dragon's ribs and shattered the internal organs in its abdominal cavity.
Another shell hit the dragon's struggling neck, leaving a huge bloody hole on it. The bright red dragon blood continued to gush out from the hole and formed a small stream under the dragon's body.
"Now, send out the troops to deal with these corpses! At least, let our enemies not forget today!" Looking at the giant dragon struggling twice and then not moving again, the commander of the Air Force anti-aircraft artillery suggested with a smile.
"I know what to do even if you don't tell me! Let them think of death when they mention Maritza!" The army officer pressed his sword and walked to the bottom of the city wall. There, a troop was waiting. They were going to go out of the city to check all the dragon corpses.
In the city, among the ruins of collapsed houses, a giant dragon was leaning against the edge of the ruins, gasping for breath. It could no longer spit out deadly flames, nor could it make those roars that made people and livestock tremble.
It could only lie there quietly, breathing ordinary air without magic, continuing its life which was about to come to an end. Its pupils, which were erected like a poisonous snake, were losing their luster bit by bit, but it was still too stubborn to close.
"I'm sorry I couldn't lead you to victory." Beside the giant dragon, a dragon rider put his hand on the dragon's still trembling neck and whispered to comfort his companion.
Just like the war horses of the grassland people, dragon riders also take good care of their dragons. Because dragons have longer lives, the dragons ridden by many dragon riders are precious treasures passed down from their fathers or even ancestors.
These dragons are the dragon riders' "comrades-in-arms" rather than mounts in the traditional sense. They fight side by side with their companions and serve the magic empire - until they die, and then are gloriously sent back to the dragon tomb to be transformed into magic energy to nourish their unhatched offspring.
"Now, I'm going to fight! Man! I won't let you get hurt any more!" The dragon knight said as he put his hands back to his side. He drew a long sword shining with magic from his waist and looked at the Elanhill soldiers who were surrounding him at the edge of the rubble.
"I have to say, you still underestimated me!" Looking at those Elanhill soldiers holding rifles, he waved the sword in his hand and shouted loudly: "Go to hell! Foolish mortals! You are ants after all! You only deserve to be stepped on!"
As he shouted, his sword suddenly burst into a dazzling light, and a lightning bolt jumped out from the blade of the sword and struck an Elanhill grenadier in the distance. After the lightning bolt struck, the light on the blade of the dragon knight's sword became much dimmer.
He had seen the weapons of the Elanhill soldiers on the opposite side being fired, and he knew that he could not withstand the attack from the other side, so he was ready to use the fastest attack to kill as many enemies as possible.
"Crack!" The next second, he pointed his long sword, and another bolt of lightning surged out from the sword, striking an Elanhill grenadier who was pulling the bolt to prepare for an attack. This strike directly split the soldier into charcoal, and he fell to the ground and broke into pieces, still steaming.
The remaining Ailan Hill soldiers were in no mood to be polite, and they immediately opened fire, pouring fire on the dangerous "magician". The bullets hit the gorgeous armor of the dragon knight, and sparks flew.
This armor seemed to have much better protection than ordinary armor, but it could not completely stop the bullets. A bullet penetrated the armor, and the dragon knight immediately knelt on one knee, unable to move forward even half a step.
The light on his armor was gone, and the long sword in his hand also lost its light. Blood kept pouring out of his mouth, and he was completely drowsy and had no strength to fight any more.
Finally, he struggled to move forward, but was knocked down by the rubble under his feet and fell to the ground. He lay on the ground, looking at the dragon's body beside him, which had stopped breathing and was no longer moving, with a bitter smile on his face, not knowing what to do next.
In his desperate sight, he saw that the Elanhill Grenadiers in the distance had already inserted bayonets into their weapons. Those slender three-edged bayonets reflected a chilling light in the sun.
Am I going to die here? What a pity... The dragon knight tried to prop himself up, but he could only turn over with all his strength. He was lying on the ground, but now he could finally see the sky where he once flew.
Black smoke swept past his eyes, making the sky look extremely ugly. Soon, in his sight, several bayonets divided the sky.
"Stop!" Just as the bayonets were about to pierce through the gaps in his armor and into his body, which had already used up all its magic, a voice suddenly came from a distance. The grenadiers finally stopped and did not stab the sharp bayonets into his neck and chest.
"If we can't catch the dragon, we can capture a prisoner from the Holy Demon Empire!" An officer holding a sword came over and stood beside the dragon rider. He looked down at the "monster" from the Holy Demon Empire and said, "Catch him alive and present him to His Majesty!"
