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

Beside Admiral George, a paladin in ordinary military uniform was fiddling with a small and exquisite crossbow. It was golden in color and shone with holy light, which made people feel a sense of holiness that they wanted to worship.

But if you look at it for too long, this sense of holiness will be quickly replaced by ferocity.

The sacred golden light seemed to hide a sea of ​​blood and corpses, white bones, and a pungent stench. There were also resentful roars in your ears. Even though it had been enshrined in the church for nearly half a century, it did not change the nature of this murder weapon.

This was the "Dragon Slaying Sacred Weapon" promised to him by Marshal Julian. It was the compensation given by the Ottomans to the British during the Crimean War. It was the artifact of the last Palaiologos dynasty of Rome, the Dragon Shooting Crossbow!

The Ottomans, who dominated the Mediterranean in their heyday, marched to Vienna several times, and forced the Habsburg emperor to abandon the city and flee, are now in decline. Even the artifacts related to their own lifeline can be traded.

Admiral George smiled, worthy of being called the sick man of West Asia. Didn't they themselves expect the royal family to produce another emperor who could tame the dragon?

These ancient empires that once flourished in history were indeed rotten. Greece became a semi-colony of the empire, Egypt became the empire's cotton plantation, and India was the brightest pearl on the empire's crown. Only the Eastern Empire, relying on its ancient heritage, could still resist the empire's strong ships and cannons, but it was only a matter of time before it knocked on its door.

Compared with the rising sun, these dying old men should have been buried long ago.

At this time, a general on a white horse galloped from a distance. He held the whip and asked angrily: "Why didn't you go all out? It was a great opportunity just now!"

The visitor was the commander of the Quebec Division, Major General Andrew.

"My soldiers are here to make achievements, not to be cannon fodder!"

Just now, a wave of dragon fire destroyed half of the regiment, which was more than the loss of attacking the enemy's artillery. If the enemy's dragon is allowed to wreak havoc, no matter how many lives are used, it will not be enough.

He was indeed prepared to deal with the dragon, but that was based on Admiral George's promise to send people to deal with the enemy's dragon as soon as possible!

"Major General Andrew, you don't know the inside story. Our target is not the three-headed dragon, but a larger ancient dragon with only one head. This three-headed alien species appeared on the battlefield in Mexico. Judging from its size, it has just reached adulthood."

Major General Andrew's expression was slightly condensed: "The enemy has more than one dragon? Where did these lucky Texans get so many dragon knights to help?"

Admiral George shook his head and thought to himself that there were not only dragon knights, but also paladin volunteers sent by the French, including the Knight Yao, the Grand Master of the Holy Knights.

However, he did not intend to tell others about this information casually, in order to avoid the situation from escalating. The French wanted to use the Texans to fight a proxy war, but they did not know that they also wanted to weigh the quality of the French army, which had been gaining popularity in recent years.

"The enemy is waiting for us to make a move. The existence of the dragon-shooting crossbow is top secret. The crossbow has only one arrow and can only be used to deal with the big dragon."

Major General Andrew's expression eased a little: "But even if we can't use this holy object, we should at least send the Royal Mage Corps to take action!"

Admiral George shook his head, but did not intend to continue explaining: "Major General Andrew, I have my reasons for doing this. If you have any dissatisfaction, you can go to the Marshal to ask him to entrust you with the task of slaying the dragon."

Major General Andrew's expression froze. He did not expect that this guy who had suffered a series of defeats was still so arrogant. He sneered: "Thank you for reminding me. I will. I hope that when the Admiral returns to London and accepts the questioning of the Parliament, he can still be as arrogant as now."

After that, he raised his whip and left.

Admiral George did not take it as an offense, but sneered in his heart. He did not believe that anyone was willing to take on the task of slaying the dragon at this time. The spellcasters and the dragon-shooting crossbow were all prepared for the big dragon.

Even if the little dragon with three heads was squeezed dry, how much dragon fire could it spit out?

The killing of the big dragon with one bite was better than all of it.

He could not help but recall the soldiers who died in the Battle of New Naples, and sighed with mixed emotions - in order to survive more people, these were necessary injuries, even if some people did not understand.

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Enrique was awakened by a bump.

The mountain road was rugged, but the two wolf warriors carrying the stretcher were familiar with it. Many rugged grass paths that seemed impossible to walk on were as smooth as flat ground for them, but they were inevitably bumpy.

"Where is this?"

His voice was very weak, but the wolf warrior carrying the stretcher heard it immediately and gave an answer: "On the way to send you back to the city, we thought you were all dead, but Mr. Losa said that there was a survivor on the battlefield."

"I am the only one left on the No. 1 battery."

Although he had guessed it long ago, Enrique still felt a pain in his heart for a moment.

"Yeah."

The wolf warriors were very restrained. When they arrived, they were also shocked by the tragic scene on the battlefield. This ordinary soldier, lying against the flagpole, was the only living person on the entire battlefield.

"You are all great."

"No, not us, but them."

Enrique's voice was a little weak, and tears flowed down: "They are all braver than me, but I am the most cowardly, so I survived, which should not be the case."

The wolf warrior whispered to comfort: "Don't talk, brother, what you should do now is not to think about it, but to go back to the city to have a hot meal, take a hot bath, and have a good sleep, and live well with their share."

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Enrique was silent for a long time before he spoke: "I'm not actually injured, am I? I wasn't hit, I was just hit by the enemy's shells a few times. Can you send me to the No. 2 battery? I want to continue fighting."

The wolf warrior was speechless for a while, and whispered: "I don't know how many ribs you have broken. You are just an ordinary person. You have done what you can. The next battle should be handed over to others."

"But I don't want to go back to the city. Everyone's family is there. I don't know how to face them."

Enrique sobbed softly. He hated his cowardice and his current behavior. He didn't act like a soldier at all. He humiliated the reputation earned by the No. 1 Company with blood, but he couldn't stop.

He thought of the pendant that the cook often wore, with photos of two blonde women, one of whom was his wife and the other was his daughter.

He also remembered what the squad leader often told them, that after the war, they would go to their orchard to taste the citrus and berries grown by their mother. The hardworking old woman must be in the city, looking forward to the return of her children, right?

The two wolf warriors stopped talking. They could understand this emotion, but because they could understand it, they knew how pale the comfort of words was at this time.

"The enemy only sent the Iron Duke to attack. There must be more than one trap behind them, but perhaps they felt that Ladon was too light to expose them, so they did not attack."

Lothar rolled down from the dragon's back and said to Giuliano and others who had been waiting for a long time.

His intuition was sharper than Ladon. In the enemy's camp, he keenly sensed a familiar and unfamiliar breath, and the threat brought to him by this breath was unprecedentedly strong.

"In the future, I will continue to ride Ladon to fight and see how patient these British guys can be."

"This is too dangerous."

Giuliano looked serious. He knew that having a dragon to fight could reduce his own losses, but almost half of the victory of this battle depended on Lothar alone. Without the threat of the dragon, it would be impossible for his own spellcasters to intercept the enemy's floating fleet.

As time goes by, the British's expectations will undoubtedly decline.

At first, they may just want to win the battle with a slight loss, and are unwilling to risk destroying the white crystal veins, but if they really fight, who knows if the British will be so crazy as to use a floating airship to directly blow up the veins and New Basilicata?

"Mr. Giuliano, I still have some experience in saving my life."

Losa rejected Giuliano's persuasion, but he didn't say that he had two lives - in fact, he had three lives, but there was no tree of life in this world, and it was impossible for him to be reborn out of thin air after his death.