Long Live Fifty-Five Ireland Hill

"Uh..." A soldier of the Arrant Empire was sobered up by the pain, and subconsciously pushed the corpse away from him. His face was covered in blood, and there was a feather arrow stuck in his body.

He tried hard to recall everything that had just happened, and then seemed to remember something terrifying, and a look of fear began to appear on his face. He tried to sit up, but found that there were corpses all around him.

It's like hell here, blood flowed into rivers and corpses piled up like mountains. The sulphur in the air is mixed with the smell of corruption, making people feel like they want to vomit when they take a sip.

The Holy Demon Empire has entered the war... After Arrant swept the Dothan Empire, when they thought they had won the most important battle, the Holy Demon Empire brazenly launched a campaign to balance the power between the mortal empires. An attack on the Arrant Empire.

Then, the battle became one-sided. The 20,000 elite troops of the Arrant Empire and 40 red-clothed cannons collapsed in an instant. The arrogant Holy Demon Empire used force without even notifying Arrant.

"Woo..." Seeing the familiar faces lying on the ground in front of him, and looking at the charred corpses of friendly soldiers in the distance, the surviving Arlantean soldier cried in despair.

When he wanted to cry and stand up, a black shadow quickly fell on top of his head, and the whistling wind followed. The soldier raised his head with wide eyes, and saw a huge lizard-like head, swooping down with his mouth open.

"Crack!" Before the soldier could scream, the dragon's mouth tore him in two. The two legs were thrown into the distance with blood, and the soldier's upper body had already entered the belly of the giant dragon.

"Okay! Okay! If you eat too much, mortals will have bad stomachs, baby!" On the dragon's back, a man in patterned armor gently stroked the scales on the dragon's back. The giant dragon became no longer violent, and pressed its forelimbs with its wings on the ground, and let out a low roar.

On the hillside behind the dragon, a team of less than a thousand people is setting up its own camp. These soldiers were all wearing bright silver armor with inscriptions engraved on them, and each looked like a god descended from the earth.

The mounts of these soldiers are not ordinary war horses, but giant white horses that are covered in snow-white armor and twice the size of ordinary war horses.

The armor on the head of the person is even more gorgeous, and the engraved inscriptions are lingering in the sun, making his whole face sacred.

On the periphery of the camp, dozens of giant dragons crawl on the ground, forming the most impregnable barrier of the camp.

The poor Arlant Empire's 20,000 troops were swept away by the Holy Devil Empire troops in front of them, and they were slaughtered cleanly before the cannons were fired.

What was even more terrifying was that they didn't even see the central army of the Holy Demon Empire until their death. Those who defeated the 20,000 elites of the Arlant Empire were only the vanguard of the Holy Demon Empire's army, an air force composed of ten dragon knights. And the army in front of him is the main force of the Holy Demon Empire dispatched this time.

"General Morse! The enemy's army has been destroyed." Several dragon knights who had just landed walked up to the leading general and threw a blood-stained banner on the ground.

"Very good!" General Moss glanced at the blood flag on the ground and nodded with satisfaction: "Those who disobey the empire must pay the price."

After finishing speaking, his iron boots stepped on the blood-stained flag with an impatient look on his face: "The magic atmosphere here is too weak, I really don't want to waste a day here."

"I think they have learned a lesson." An officer who looked like a deputy said with a sneer, "If it weren't for the fact that the magical atmosphere here is almost zero, how could we tolerate the existence of such a mortal country?"

"Ildo!" The general looked at his deputy,

He said, "The only thing left now is to go to the Arrant Empire and tell them who is the master of this world!"

"We have another mission this time, which is to investigate how this kind of thing called the red-clothed cannon appeared in the mortal kingdom..." The smile on the face of the lieutenant Ildo was even better, and he gave the dragon knight behind him an ambassador. With a wink, "Ailan Hill, is it a scapegoat from the Arlant Empire?"

The two dragon knights turned and walked towards their giant dragon. Yildo then took two steps back, respectfully returned to his giant dragon, turned over on the back of the giant dragon, and the three giant dragons flapped their wings and vacated in the flying sand and stone. Get up.

"These mortals... It's really worrying." General Moss sighed while rubbing his neck while looking at the three giant dragons that were far away.

...

"It's the technology provided by Ailan Hill! I swear by Zorn! I just want to teach Dothan a lesson, I never thought of provoking the majesty of the Holy Demon Empire!" In the central tent of the Arlant Empire, which had already retreated across the board, General Zorn cried and knelt down in front of Yildor, and sold Arante, which was far in the north, clean.

Ildo raised his chin and looked down at the servile man in front of him, with a look of disdain, and slowly said: "The loyalty of the royal family of Arrant, of course, the Holy Demon Empire will see it... retreat thirty miles. , leave these lands to the Dothan Empire."

He pulled his feet out of Zon's arms and snorted a warning: "This is the price of punishing you for fighting without authorization! Do you understand?"

"Understood! I immediately ordered the troops to continue to retreat and cede all this place to the Dothan Empire!" Zon heard what the other party said, knowing that his life was finally saved, and hurriedly thanked him, as if he was seeing a monarch. : "Thank you General, thank you General!"

In fact, Ildo is of course not a general, and he is only the captain of the Dragon Knights in the Holy Demon Empire. This time he came out and returned to General Morse's temperance, just a lieutenant.

However, when he heard mortals call him General, he was still very dark. So he didn't intend to trouble Zon, and continued to ask about topics of interest to him: "Then, General Zorn, talk about it, talk about the Duchy of Alan Hill that you know."

Zorn wanted to answer Yeldo's question honestly. He really didn't know Alan Hill very well. Even, he was going to go back and kill Alan Hill after defeating the Dothan Empire.

But he didn't dare to say that, so he could only hesitantly answer some of the things he had heard, such as those wooden furniture, such as the red-clothed cannon, such as the very useful kindling tool matches...

In fact, he knew less about Alan Hill than Franzberg, who was far away in the Holy Demon Empire two months ago, so Doyle didn't help much. After listening to a lot of nonsense, Ildo finally interrupted Zon's babbling, and took the trouble to let him go.

"My lord... This is almost as little as the information we know..." A dragon knight who was beside Ildo stepped forward and said, "Do we still have to go north and go to Alan Hill in person? ?"

"What a joke! I'm not crazy!" Ildo glanced at the other party and said impatiently: "General Morse has been waiting impatiently, and of course we can't go to the north to waste time."

Having said that, he pouted outside the tent with his mouth and commanded: "Let these mortals go north to Ailan Hill, and step down there... No matter how much they lose in the end, it has nothing to do with us, right?"

"Mortal beats mortal? Wonderful! Your lord!" His subordinates immediately flattered, as if it was the first time they had heard of this kind of trick.

Ildo was not fooled either, and scolded with a smile: "This is an old method we have used for hundreds of years. What are you brag about?"

"Anyway, in two months, we can wait for the result. Whether Alan Hill was beaten by Arland, or Arante was defeated." In fact, Ildo, who was very proud of his own strategy, Still very satisfied with this plan: "No matter what the result is, let's go and crush the victor to death, right?"

"Hahahaha!" Several dragon knights pressed the long swords full of patterns on their waists, and laughed triumphantly with Ildo, as if they had already won.

While they were laughing, at the gate of the barracks outside Seris City, a four-column team was walking out of the gate in neat steps. As they walked, the rows of dark muzzles swayed from side to side, and the gray M42 simplified steel helmet rolled forward in the sun, with no end in sight.

On the other side of the road, horses dragged various carriages in the same direction. The carriage was full of soldiers with rifles. Their eyes are firm, and they believe they will win.

And behind the carriage they were sitting in, a variety of artillery pieces vibrated violently as the wooden wheels rolled. Under the wheel, the dust raised in the distance is scattered in the distance, mixed with the dust raised by other wheels, covering the sky and the sun.

"Ailan... Hill! Long live!" Following the tidy pace of the army, the commanders who followed the long sword shouted a slogan that was louder than ever. After their slogan ended, all the soldiers stepped on the footsteps and shouted boldly together: "Ailan... Hill! Long live!" Waggron, who was riding on the horse, raised his chin and looked at his own face expressionlessly. The army left the training garrison.

In the distant Mayne, the same scene was going on, with countless soldiers moving out of their camps; in the farther Ferry City, the high-pitched "Long Live Alan Hill" resounded in the sky. Further north of these territories, the black golden eagle flag fluttered in the wind, and countless soldiers drove out of the earthen fort, out of Beijun, out of the vast sea...