OBS Chapter 789 Trap
Chapter 789 Trap
Chapter 789 Trap
Next to Admiral George, a Paladin in ordinary military uniform was fiddling with a small and exquisite crossbow in his hand. It was golden in color and shone with holy light, making people feel a sense of holiness that made them want to worship it.
But if you look at it for too long, this sense of sacredness will quickly be replaced by brutality.
The sacred golden light seemed to hide a sea of blood and corpses, with piles of white bones and a pungent stench of decay. One could also hear roars of resentment one after another. Even though it had been enshrined in the church for nearly half a century, it had not changed the nature of this murder weapon.
This is the "dragon-slaying holy weapon" that Marshal Julian promised to him. It was the compensation given by the Ottomans to the British during the Crimean War - the artifact of the last Palaiologos dynasty of Rome, the dragon-shooting crossbow!
The Ottomans, who dominated the Mediterranean in their heyday, marched to Vienna several times, and forced the Habsburg emperor to abandon the city and flee, have now fallen into decline, even trading away the sacred artifacts that are related to their own lifeblood.
Admiral George had a smile on his face. He was indeed the sick man of West Asia. Could it be that even they themselves did not expect the royal family to produce another emperor who could tame the dragon?
These ancient empires that once flourished in history have indeed become corrupt. Greece has become a semi-colony of the empire, Egypt has become the empire's cotton plantation, and India is the brightest pearl in the empire's crown. Only the Eastern Empire, relying on its ancient heritage, can still resist the empire's strong ships and powerful guns, but it is only a matter of time before its door is knocked on.
Compared with the rising British Empire, these dying old men should have been buried long ago.
At this time, a general on a white horse galloped over from a distance. He clutched the whip and angrily asked: "Why didn't you use your full strength? It was clearly a great opportunity just now!"
The visitor was the commander of the Quebec Division, Major General Andrew.
"My soldiers are here to make achievements, not to be cannon fodder!"
Just one wave of dragon fire wiped out half of the regiment, which is more severe than the loss from attacking the enemy's artillery. If the enemy's dragon is allowed to wreak havoc, no matter how many lives are lost, it will not be enough to make up for the loss.
He was indeed prepared to deal with the dragon, but that was based on Admiral George's promise to send people to deal with the enemy's dragon as soon as possible!
"Major General Andrew, you don't understand the situation. Our target is not the three-headed dragon, but a much larger ancient dragon with only one head. This three-headed dragon once appeared on the battlefield in Mexico. Judging from its size, it has only just reached adulthood."
Major General Andrew's expression was slightly tense. "The enemy has more than one dragon? Where did these lucky Texans get so many dragon riders to help them?"
Admiral George shook his head and thought, the enemy is not only the Dragon Knights, but also the Paladin volunteers sent by the French, even including Knight Yao, the Grand Master of the Holy Knights.
However, he did not intend to tell this information to anyone else in order to prevent the situation from escalating. The French wanted to use the Texans to fight a proxy war, but they did not know that they also wanted to use this opportunity to measure the quality of the French army, which had been gaining increasing popularity in recent years.
"The enemy is waiting for us to make a move. The existence of the dragon-shooting crossbow is top secret. The crossbow only has one arrow, and it can only be used to deal with that big demon dragon."
Major General Andrew's expression eased a little: "But even if we can't use this holy object, we should at least send the Royal Mage Corps to take action!"
Admiral George shook his head, but did not intend to continue explaining: "Major General Andrew, I have my reasons for doing this. If you have any dissatisfaction, you can go to the Marshal to ask him to entrust you with the important task of slaying the dragon."
Major General Andrew's expression froze. He did not expect that this guy who had suffered a series of defeats could still be so arrogant. He sneered, "Thank you for reminding me. I will. I hope that when the Admiral returns to London and accepts the questioning of the Parliament, he can still be as arrogant as he is now."
Having said that, he raised his whip and left.
Admiral George did not take it as an offense, but sneered in his heart. He did not believe that anyone would be willing to take on the task of slaying the dragon at this time. The spellcasters and the dragon-shooting crossbows were all prepared for the big dragon.
Even if that little dragon with three heads is squeezed dry, how much dragon fire can it spew out?
A bite from the great dragon can kill more people than all of them.
He couldn't help but recall the soldiers who died in the Battle of New Naples and sighed with mixed emotions - these were necessary losses in order for more people to survive, even if some people didn't understand.
...
Enrique was awakened by a jolt.
The mountain road was rugged, but the two wolf warriors carrying the stretcher were walking on it with ease. They could walk on many rugged grass paths that seemed impossible to walk on as if they were flat ground, although there were some bumps on the ground.
"Where is this?"
His voice was very weak, but the wolf warrior carrying the stretcher heard it immediately and gave a reply: "On the way to send you back to the city, we thought you were all dead. It was Mr. Losa who said that there was a survivor on the battlefield."
"Turret No. 1...I am really the only one left."
Although he had guessed it, Enrique still felt a sharp pain in his heart for a moment.
"Ah."
The wolf warriors were very restrained. When they arrived, they were also shocked by the tragic scene on the battlefield. This ordinary soldier, lying against the flagpole, was the only living person on the entire battlefield.
"You are all good."
"No, it's not us, it's them."
Enrique's voice was a little weak, and tears flowed down: "They are all braver than me, but I am the most cowardly, so I survived, which is not right."
The wolf warrior whispered to comfort him: "Don't talk, brother. What you should do now is not to have wild thoughts, but to go back to the city to have a hot meal, take a hot bath, and have a good sleep, and live well with their share."
Enrique was silent for a while before he spoke: "I'm not actually injured, am I? I wasn't hit by a bullet, I was just shocked by the enemy's shells a few times. Can you send me to the No. 2 battery? I want to continue fighting."
The wolf warrior was speechless for a while, and whispered: "I don't even know how many ribs you have broken. You are just an ordinary person. You have done what you can. The rest of the battle should be handed over to others."
"But I don't want to go back to the city. Everyone's family is there, and I don't know how to face them."
Enrique sobbed softly. He hated his cowardice and his current behavior. He was not like a soldier at all and he disgraced the reputation that Company No. 1 had earned with blood, but he couldn't stop.
He thought of the pendant that the cook often wore, which contained photos of two blonde women, one was his wife and the other was his daughter.
I also remembered what the squad leader often told them, that after the war, they could go to their orchard to taste the oranges and berries grown by their mother. That hardworking old woman must be in the city, eagerly waiting for her children to return, right?
The two wolf warriors stopped talking. They could understand this emotion, but because they understood it, they knew how pale the comfort of words was at this moment.
"The enemy only sent the Iron Duke to attack. They must have more than one trap behind them, but perhaps they felt that Ladon was too light to expose them, so they did not attack."
Lothar rolled down from the dragon's back and spoke to Giuliano and others who had been waiting for a long time.
His intuition was sharper than Ladon's. In the enemy camp, he keenly sensed a familiar yet unfamiliar aura. The sense of threat this aura brought to him was unprecedentedly strong.
"In the future, I will continue to ride Ladon to fight and see how patient these British guys can be."
"This is too dangerous."
Giuliano had a serious expression. He knew that having a dragon in battle would reduce his own losses, but almost half of the outcome of this battle depended on Lothar alone. Without the threat of the dragon, it would be impossible for his own spellcasters to intercept the enemy's floating fleet.
As time goes by, the British people's psychological expectations will undoubtedly gradually decline.
At first, they might just want to win the battle with minor losses and not want to risk destroying the white crystal mine. But if the fight gets really fierce, who knows if the British will be so crazy as to use airships to blow up the mine and New Basilicata together?
"Mr. Giuliano, I do have some experience in saving lives."
Losa rejected Giuliano's persuasion and did not say that he had two lives - in fact, he had three lives, but there was no tree of life in this world, and it was impossible for a tree to grow out of thin air for him to be reborn after he died.