OBS Chapter 788 Hope
Chapter 788 Hope
Chapter 788 Hope
Enrique was blown away by the shock wave again.
Maybe it was a long time, or maybe just a moment, he felt like he had fallen into a bottomless swamp. His body sank so deeply that he couldn't get up.
He struggled to open his heavy eyelids, trying to regain control of his body, but found that half of a bloody severed hand was stuck in the mud right in front of him. The red and white bone fragments made him feel like vomiting.
He immediately struggled hard, but despite all his efforts, he could only barely turn over.
Looking at the sky filled with smoke and streaks of fire from time to time, Enrique thought: "It's okay if I die like this, and everyone will be reunited."
The enemy's flag was raised over the edge of the trench; the British were already approaching the position.
A figure suddenly jumped out of the trench. It was a werewolf who was not as burly as Hornhead, and even a little skinny - Enrique had no idea who he used to be.
Screams, flesh being torn apart, and the sound of gunfire.
Until he saw countless bayonets piercing into the werewolf's body, and then an officer with a command knife chopped off his head with one blow. The wolf's head rolled far away on the ground and returned to its human appearance.
It's Stephen!
The man looked very thin and always said that after the war, he would return to New Naples, redecorate his restaurant, and continue to work as a cook.
A strong feeling of "I have to do something" suddenly emerged in Enrique's heart, which even overshadowed the fear of death.
He saw the tattered flag buried in the mud not far away from him. The yellow five-pointed star was lonely, just like himself.
That lonely five-pointed star occupied his entire vision. The battlefield, the smoke, and death—it seemed as if the whole world had drifted away from him. Unconsciously, he had crawled to the edge of the flag.
He stroked the rough flagpole, used it with all his strength to support his body, and stood up shakily.
"Battery No. 1 has not fallen yet."
he said.
The British troops in the trench immediately spotted this Texas soldier who was seeking his own death.
But when they were about to shoot, they suddenly heard a rapid whistle, which represented the signal of "emergency escape". Although they didn't know why, the British soldiers who were about to capture the No. 1 battery in one fell swoop still looked for cover and crawled to avoid it.
The pain and death that Enrique had expected were all absent.
When he opened his eyes, he found that the area below the trench had turned into a sea of fire, with the enemy's screams and the sound of ammunition exploding everywhere.
The pungent smell of gunpowder mixed with the stench of burning corpses made him want to vomit all the food in his stomach.
"Reinforcements are coming?"
"Or is it our artillery support?"
He raised his head with some confusion, wanting to see where the shells came from.
The next moment, the "culprit" of this scene emerged from the clouds - it was a terrifying dragon with three heads.
It was swooping down like a cannonball, and three streaks of dragon flames like iron plows crisscrossed across the ground, leaving deep gullies and dividing all the fleeing enemies into a series of fiery purgatory.
"It's the Dragon Knight, our Dragon Knight!"
Enrique shouted excitedly. He didn't know whether he was happy or angry. He didn't even know how to describe his emotions. He only held up the Lone Star flag in his hand and shouted loudly.
Until he was choked by the billowing smoke and started coughing loudly, his face full of tears. He curled up and hugged the flagpole and cried bitterly.
The comrades who had been together day and night had eaten together in the morning, but now the entire empty trench was left with only debris.
I should have followed them, but why did I, the most cowardly and incompetent one, stay behind?
The evil dragon Ladon looked at the people fleeing below, and cruel smiles appeared on the faces of the fire dragon head and the poisonous dragon head.
"Burn, burn, purify all these vile insects with flames!"
"Look, those poor fellows are trying to fight back with the fire sticks in their hands. Do they really think that when Master Ladong just woke up, he would stand there and be a target for them?"
The knight on the dragon's back said coldly: "Don't get carried away, unless you want to experience death again."
Ladon's greatest characteristic is that he will not learn any lesson from it - at least not from the dominant fire dragon head. Lothar is very suspicious of its volatile brain, which is only the size of a walnut.
"Your Majesty is right. You two should not get carried away. The enemy is the old enemy of the French who killed us. Their strength should not be underestimated. Now that we have shown up, we will definitely attract the enemy's full-scale elimination."
The Cursed Dragon Head remained as cautious as ever.
Before the appearance of airships, dragons have always been the kings of the sky.
This is an object that any army must be extremely careful of. Even the equally powerful ancient giants do not appear as often as dragons in ancient war history, and their influence on the battle situation is far from that of dragons.
This also means that as long as a dragon appears on the battlefield, it will inevitably become the enemy's primary target of restraint or even annihilation.
"What are you afraid of? If one comes, I'll kill one. If two come, I'll kill a pair!"
The poisonous dragon head is quite arrogant, thinking that there is someone taller to bear the brunt of the sky if it falls.
Lothar ignored Ladon's chattering and looked towards the enemy camp with a serious expression. The bait had been thrown out, and it depended on how the enemy would respond. In this battle, he would not rashly use his true dragon transformation.
When no one is playing Landlord, the king bomb will be thrown out right away.
"It's a pity. It has been confirmed that there are mineral veins underneath New Basilicata. We can't take root here like we did when we fought against the enemies in the Alps. Otherwise, if there is an explosion, both the enemy and us will perish together."
If he had used the elite forces of Texas, killed 100,000 British troops, and wiped out most of the elite British mobile forces, the French would probably have honored him as the "Napoleon of Texas" and the "Father of France." However, not everyone is as internationalist as their king who was sent to the guillotine.
boom--
Amidst the smoke, a red beam of light filled with a destructive aura shot out.
The speed of the beam of light was extremely fast. Even though Ladon tried to evade it immediately, he found that the red beam of light was like a thorn in his flesh. It drew an arc in the sky and shot towards his head.
"Help, Boss!"
To outsiders, Ladon's exclamation was undoubtedly a majestic dragon roar.
boom--
A red beam of light exploded, and smoke filled the sky.
And the attacker, that towering armored monster, also revealed himself - the Iron Duke.
"solved?"
Captain King's Blade beside him asked.
He is also the successor to the next Iron Duke. Once the current Iron Duke dies in battle, he will take over.
hum-
The Iron Duke answered with practical action. He drew out his chainsword, leaped up like a meteor, and rushed towards the dragon.
However, immediately afterwards, an identical red beam of light shot out from the smoke - that was another function of the King's Ring besides storage, it absorbed the enemy's attacks and returned them.
boom--
This was completely beyond the Iron Duke's expectations. The blow hit his body accurately, and the huge monster was thrown into the ground like swatting a fly.
The King's Blades and King's Shields following behind him raised their hand cannons in preparation for support.
But when the smoke cleared, the dragon did not take advantage of the situation to pursue, but disappeared without a trace at some point.
"Admiral George is right. The enemy's dragon is indeed very cunning."
The Iron Duke jumped out from the ground unharmed, with a cold murderous look on his face.
"Then let's do it now"
The Iron Duke said simply, "Retreat! This war cannot be won unless we defeat the enemy's dragon."