Chapter 554 Air Raid

"Air raid?"

Only now did Field realize that the roars were coming from the sky, and he hurriedly shouted to command the troops: "Cavalry dismount, everyone spread out and take shelter under the nearest bunker."

"Yes, Lord Baron."

The army, which had been staring blankly at the sky, suddenly woke up from a dream and dispersed in a mess.

Finding a place to hide himself, Field looked up and observed.

I saw that the originally blue sky was blocked by hundreds of figures. Groups of neat flight formations flew over from a distance.

"Feilong, Feilong is here again."

"Damn it, it's the Franconian Air Force! The ballistae is firing, are you deaf!"

"Sir, we can't hit them. Those monsters can fly. We need the support of flying troops."

"Fangs of poisonous snakes, give me my brother's life back!"

The surrounding Griffin Empire troops were roaring, cursing, or throwing their crossbows around in a mess, making a mess everywhere.

The atmosphere changed, and Field knew that the moment he stepped into the portal, he would face a completely different solemn atmosphere.

"That's a blue-winged wyvern, a type of dragon. They are the dragon cavalry of Franvia and the giant eagle knights."

A slightly older voice came from beside him.

With no time to respond, Field carefully observed the enemy's air force. Every piece of information now was extremely important and related to the future war.

Hearing the roar of the giant beast, the fifteen-meter-long giant flying dragon had already penetrated the city's fire defense network and dived towards the ground first. Brutal breath was spit out from the huge mouth, and a blue beam of light was aimed at a military camp of the noble army.

"boom!"

The military camp was directly hit by the blue breath, and the tents and the soldiers inside were all burned to ashes. Not even a scream was uttered, only two or three Pyromen ran out, rolled around twice and died.

"Quickly stop those monsters." A young nobleman shouted, asking his men to line up and fire arrows. However, ordinary arrows lose their power after being shot a hundred or so steps, so there is no way they can shoot down a flying dragon.

After the dragon knight finished attacking, he flew away. Without giving the imperial army a chance to breathe, swarms of giant eagle knights plundered down like dumplings.

The eagle's mouth opened, and it was an energy bomb. The knights on the war eagle raised their magic weapons and fired randomly at the crowd.

Thousands of fierce Griffin warriors were killed by a Franconian air strike before they even had a real fight with swords and guns.

The little nobleman was snatched away by a giant eagle before he could even yell a few words.

"Ah, let me go, you cowards who can only fly around."

The little nobleman's claws were embedded in his flesh and blood, and he drew out his sharp blade and stabbed the giant eagle wildly.

The screams were mixed with the exclamations of the crowd, and after a while, only a mangled corpse fell.

The ballistas and magic towers on the fortress walls kept counterattacking, but very little was gained.

"Don't fight back in vain, child, they will leave after pouring out their magic power."

The old baron beside him was holding his long sword, as if he had been used to it for a long time, and said scary words in a flat tone.

"I am Baron Robert. Boy, you react so quickly and know how to disperse the troops. I have seen many soldiers huddled together and become living targets."

"This is nothing." Field shrugged, "I am Baron Field, what is the current situation of the war? Why can the enemy's air force come here."

"It's very bad. The rebels have surrounded the Duke of Ashes and are attacking the empire from three directions." Robert stroked his pale beard, "Our place is the direction of the rebel attack."

"Indeed, after all, the fortress here is an obstacle that the enemy must clear."

Although the Noldor is poor, it is a rare hill in the flat terrain of the western part of the empire. The geographical location is such that it can defend against any attack from the south.

If the fortresses of the Noldor were bypassed, the supply lines would be exposed to attack by the armies here.

"Where should I report?"

"The command hall inside the fortress, whether it is the noble army or the imperial army, is under the command of the Queen's uncle, Sir Fernando."

Okay, okay, no more pretending.

Field was horrified: "Huh? I thought it would be some famous marshal."

"There is nothing to worry about. It is said that the Queen will issue the order herself."

"I issue orders personally, but she...isn't she in the Gryphon Province?" Field was dumbfounded, "Is it necessary to perform micro-control remotely?"

"Child, Her Majesty the Queen is the greatest and noblest person in the empire, how can you be smarter than her? All we have to do is obey and charge."

"Haha, you're right."

Alarm bells sounded in Field. Although he had been mentally prepared to be at a disadvantage, he felt chilled when he heard that the Queen would command remotely.

The air raid ended quickly, and Asina reported the damage. Two baggage trucks were destroyed, and a truck containing sleeping bags and tent cloth was burned to ashes.

There were no casualties, but there was a stupid mercenary who took advantage of the chaos and poked the goat that someone brought.

But the other troops stationed here were miserable, with crying wounded, burning tents, and broken corpses everywhere. The low morale has even affected the mercenary group of the Night Territory.

After Field organized the team, he summoned the chosen ones to give a brief speech.

"Sir, I feel that the atmosphere is not right." Ashena frowned, "War requires morale, but this is a relatively safe fortress. Morale is so low, and the outcome is unpredictable."

"Because they have been bombed all the time, they died as sadly as ants." After Filomena advanced, she obviously began to think proactively.

Scythe Gehlos also expressed his opinion: "Perhaps, we need a victory to build confidence."

"What you said makes sense, but the Queen's victory is not important at all."

Field nodded, then shook his head heavily. His own chosen one still couldn't figure out the nature of this battle and the purpose of his coming here.

After looking around and making sure that no one was around, Field whispered, "What we have to do is not to try our best to bring victory to the Imperial Army. Put yourself in her shoes. The Queen doesn't look good to us at all, so we don't need to work hard for her."

If she wins, the Queen will benefit, and if she loses, she will lose. Field won't do that.

"At this stage, there are only two things we need to do."

"The first is to obtain as much information about the enemy as possible, such as information about the Chosen Gods and terrain."

"The second is to create opportunities for Philomena to annihilate the Chosen Gods." Field's eyes were cold, "No matter the enemy or us, the enemy's Chosen Gods must be annihilated, and we will kill some of the bastards in the Griffin Empire."

Gherlos was shocked and whispered, "Why?"

"You will know soon."

After simply setting the direction for the Chosen Gods, Field simply reported and followed the order to come to the Third Mercenary Regiment of the Vanguard Corps. As the deputy commander, the empire would theoretically give him a part of the army.