In the Middle Ages, people drew cards to be promoted to nobility.

Enrique was blown away by the shock wave again.

It may have been a long time, or just a moment, he felt like he fell into a bottomless swamp, his body was so heavy that he couldn't get up.

He tried to open his heavy eyelids and wanted to regain control of his body, but found that in the mud in front of him, there was a half-bloody broken hand, and the red and white bone fragments made him faintly want to vomit.

He immediately struggled hard, but with all his strength, he could only barely turn over.

Looking at the sky filled with smoke and a few flames from time to time, Enrique thought: "It's okay to die like this, and everyone will be reunited."

The enemy's flag rose from the edge of the trench, and the British had already touched the position.

In the trench, a figure suddenly jumped out. It was a werewolf that was not as burly as the horned head, and even a little skinny-Enrique didn't know who he was.

Screaming, flesh and blood were torn, and gunshots continued.

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 knife. The wolf head rolled far away on the ground and returned to its human appearance.

It was Stephen!

The thin-looking man who always said that after the war, he would return to New Naples, redecorate his restaurant, and continue to work as a cook.

A strong emotion of "I have to do something" suddenly emerged in Enrique's heart, and this emotion even overshadowed the fear of death.

He saw the broken flag buried in the soil not far away from him, the yellow five-pointed star, lonely, just like himself.

The lonely five-pointed star occupied all his sight, the battlefield, the smoke, and death - it seemed that the whole world had left him, and unknowingly, he had crawled to the edge of the flag.

He stroked the rough flagpole, tried his best to support his body with it, and stood up shakily.

"Battery No. 1 has not fallen yet."

He said so.

The British troops under the trench immediately found this Texas soldier who was seeking his own death.

But when they were about to shoot, they suddenly heard a hurried whistle, which represented the signal of "emergency evasion". Although they didn't know why, the British soldiers who were about to capture Battery No. 1 in one fell swoop still looked for shelters and crawled to avoid.

The pain and death that Enrique expected were all absent.

When he opened his eyes, he found that the trench had turned into a sea of ​​fire, with the screams of the enemy and the explosion of ammunition everywhere.

The pungent smell of gunpowder mixed with the stench of burnt 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 doubts, wanting to see where the shells came from.

The next moment, the "culprit" of this scene appeared from the clouds - it was a terrifying dragon with three heads.

It was swooping down like a cannonball, and three dragon flames like iron plows crossed the ground, leaving deep gullies and dividing all the fleeing enemies into flames.

"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 just raised the Lone Star flag in his hand and shouted loudly.

Until he was choked by the billowing smoke and coughed loudly, his face was full of tears. He curled up and hugged the flagpole and cried bitterly.

Comrades who had been together day and night, and had eaten together in the morning, but now the whole empty trench was left with only debris and broken limbs.

I should have followed them, but why did I, the most cowardly and incompetent, stay behind?

The demon dragon Ladon looked at the people running away below, and the faces of the fire dragon head and the poisonous dragon head showed cruel smiles.

"Burn, burn, purify all these lowly insects with fire!"

"Look, those poor bugs are still planning to fight back with the fire sticks in their hands. Do you really think that Master Ladon will stand there and be a target for them when he just woke up?"

The knight on the dragon's back said coldly: "Don't get carried away, unless you want to taste death again."

The biggest feature of Ladon is that he will not learn any lessons from the lesson - at least the dominant fire dragon head will not. Lothar doubts that its irritable brain 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. The strength should not be underestimated. Now that we have appeared, we will definitely attract the enemy's full-scale elimination."

The cursed dragon head is still as cautious as usual.

Before the appearance of the floating airship, the dragon has always been the king of the sky.

Any army must be extremely careful of this target. Even the equally powerful ancient giants did not appear as often in ancient war history, and their impact on the battle situation was far from that of dragons.

This also led to the fact that as long as the dragon appeared on the battlefield, it would inevitably become the enemy's primary target of restraint or even annihilation.

"What are you afraid of? If one comes, kill one. If two come, kill a pair!"

The poisonous dragon head was quite arrogant, thinking that if the sky fell, there would be someone taller to bear.

Losa ignored Ladon's chattering and looked at the enemy camp with a serious expression. The bait had been thrown out. It was up to the enemy to respond. In this battle, he would not rashly use the true dragon transformation.

When no one was playing Landlord, he would throw the king bomb.

"It's a pity that it has been confirmed that there are all mineral veins under New Basilicata. There is no way to root the divine domain here like we did against the enemies in the Alps. Otherwise, one explosion will destroy both the enemy and us."

If he fought with the essence of Texas, killed 100,000 British troops, and buried most of the elite mobile forces of the British, the French would probably respect him as "Napoleon of Texas" and "Father of France", but not everyone is as internationalist as their king who was sent to the guillotine.

Boom--

In the smoke, a red beam of light filled with the breath of destruction flew over.

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, drawing an arc in the sky and shooting towards his head.

"Help, boss!"

Ladon's cry of surprise was undoubtedly a majestic dragon roar to outsiders.

Boom——

The red beam of light exploded, and the smoke filled the sky.

And the attacker, the towering armored monster, also showed his figure - the Iron Duke.

"Solved?"

The captain of the King's Blade beside him asked.

He was also the successor of the next generation of the Iron Duke. Once the Iron Duke of this generation died, he would take over.

Buzz——

The Iron Duke answered with practical actions. He drew out the chainsaw sword, leaped up like a meteor, and killed the dragon.

However, immediately afterwards, an identical red beam of light flew out from the smoke - that was another function of the King's Ring besides storage, collecting the enemy's attack and returning it.

Boom——

This was completely beyond the Iron Duke's expectations. It hit his body accurately, and threw the giant into the ground like slapping a fly.

Following him, the King's Blade and King's Shield raised their hand cannons to support.

But until 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 of the ground unscathed, with a cold murderous intent on his face.

"Then let's now..."

The Iron Duke said simply: "Retreat! If we don't deal with the enemy's dragon, we won't win this war."