Chapter 310 An Unexpected Collision

The cold wind whistled, rolling up waves of snowflakes.

The vast wilderness was gradually covered with white, and under the cover of the wind and snow, the outline of the distant mountains could only be vaguely seen.

The Anzeta Desert, known as the "extremely cold land", finally entered a long and cruel winter. At this time, all creatures on this barren land are doing their best to survive.

The climate in the north is always so uncertain. Soon the wind and snow dissipated, leaving only frost all over the ground.

And on the snow-covered road, thousands of troops were struggling to move forward. They were wrapped in not very thick cotton clothes, like a black river in the white world, leaving a long trail of traces on the thick snow.

"Hurry! Follow up!"

"Take advantage of the good weather now and speed up!"

Viscount Farouk Edson rode his horse and waved his long whip, shouting at his men.

He was also a nobleman belonging to the Principality of Bosk. This time, at the request of Grand Duke Leo, he led his family's private army to the battlefield.

However, he did not bring many knights with him, but brought a lot of serfs of varying quality as cannon fodder. Knights are the foundation of their family, how can they be easily consumed?

Looking down at the thick snow under his feet, Viscount Farouk could not help but spit and complained:

"Damn weather."

"I don't know what Grand Duke Leo is thinking, to start a war at this time."

Starting a war at the beginning of winter was a decision made by the northern nobles of the "Anti-Red Dragon Alliance" after many discussions.

Many people in the army of the Burning Kingdom have the hot blood of red dragons flowing in their veins, and in the cold climate of Anzeta, their vitality will be greatly reduced, and they may even lose personnel. The tenacious Scandians seem to be more able to endure the cold winter, so this is also called the "winter offensive" by Grand Duke Leo.

The noble armies from all over the Northland began to mobilize and gather at the borders of the Principality of Bosk, the Principality of Fano and the Kingdom of Burning Embers, preparing to fight a desperate battle with the evil Red Dragon Kingdom. However, these nobles claimed to be "doing their best", but it was unknown how much they could actually do.

For example, the Edson family sent out the unappreciated second son and gave him a group of miscellaneous troops.

"What is that?"

Farouk looked up, and there seemed to be a few vague black spots in the sky.

The expression of the squire knight beside him suddenly changed, as if he remembered some terrible rumors.

"My lord, it may be... yes, the Red Scale Conqueror."

"How is it possible!"

Farouk's face was suddenly filled with fear and his whole body trembled.

He just wanted to make a fortune on the battlefield. He would be successful if he could reach the base and send these cannon fodder to the battlefield. Who would have thought that he would encounter such a danger!

The reputation of the Red Scale Conqueror has been widely spread in the Northland. It is said that it is a group of monsters riding flying dragons, which will come with terrible dragon roars, bringing fire and death to the enemy.

The squire knight reminded:

"My lord, they seem to be just scouts."

"Ah, that must be the case. These red-scale conquerors are not targeting us."

Faruk wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with a forced smile.

The few small black dots actually flew over the sky and just hovered in the air, which also made him breathe a sigh of relief.

"Huh, it's not bad."

"As long as I send these cannon fodder to the front line, my mission will be completed."

"It's almost there."

Faruk muttered to himself in a voice that only he could hear, and kept praying to the gods in his heart.

Through the pass ahead, he will soon reach his destination. At that time, he can stay in the safest tent and completely put his mind at ease.

However, the facts are often not easily fulfilled.

"Buzz--"

There was only a piercing scream from the top of his head.

Faruk raised his head in panic, his eyes full of fear of the unknown, and he saw metal balls falling from the sky.

"What is that?"

"It's going to fall!"

"Get out of the way, don't stop me!"

"Do you want to die?"

His "army" was in chaos. These cowardly people were crowded and noisy. There was even a stampede. I don't know how many lives were lost in the chaotic crowd.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, with a thunderous sound, the metal balls suddenly exploded in mid-air.

Balls of flames fell from the sky, like the punishment of "rain of fire" from the gods.

The fire was reflected in Farouk's pupils, and he murmured to himself:

"Gods"

After the metal ball slowly landed, the fire engulfed everything.

Everywhere were people's wailing and roaring. The cotton clothes on the soldiers were burning. Even if they escaped by chance, they had no intention of fighting.

This is the latest achievement of the Burning Kingdom's arsenal-incendiary bombs, which can cause great damage to the enemy, but this inhumane method has been condemned by some domestic scholars.

After a round of incendiary bombing, the soldiers had already fled everywhere.

Farouk was lucky. He took off and discarded the burning clothes in time, survived the "rain of fire", and rode the panicked horse to the destination.

"Damn, such an enemy."

"Must leave here!"

However, just as he was about to pass the pass, mottled tides and countless pairs of turbid eyes appeared in front of him, and a noisy sound like barking sounded - it was the army of dog-headed people.

"Ah~~"

The leader of the largest and most dragonized dog-headed men raised his head and howled. He was the 33rd child of Jin Ya, but considering Jin Ya's romantic affairs, perhaps his ranking was even lower. However, he was obviously not taken seriously and was assigned to be the leader of the cannon fodder army.

"Just, just some dog-headed men."

"They can't catch up with me."

Facing the aggressive dog-headed men, under the strong desire to survive, Farouk suddenly pulled the reins and unexpectedly showed his riding skills that were difficult to do at ordinary times, and turned his horse's head urgently.

But the dog-headed people behind him laughed grimly. They raised the worn-out bird guns in their hands, added oil from the ammunition paper bag, and loaded it in.

"Bang!"

"Bang! Bang!"

With the chaotic gunshots, wisps of green smoke came out of the muzzles.

These dog-headed men did not receive much training, and the accuracy of these eliminated guns was not enough, and bullets often flew everywhere.

But they had enough numbers. Dozens of muskets fired at the same time, hitting three or four shots from a hundred meters away, directly hitting Farouk's back into a sieve, causing him to fall off his horse and roll on the ground for many circles.

Until his death, the viscount never figured out why he was killed by a group of dog-headed men from a distance of a hundred meters.

"I killed him!"

A dog-headed man said excitedly.

"Get out of here, it was obviously me who killed him, I hit his heart!"

Another dog-headed man pushed and cursed disdainfully.

In this way, the two dog-headed men wrestled with each other, making angry barking sounds like dogs.

Finally, the tall and strong dog-headed leader walked up, lifted the two dog-headed men with one hand, and stared at them with a grin.

"Now, do you know who killed this human noble?"

"Of course it was you."

The two dog-headed men curled up and answered weakly.