Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

Earl Matthew Nott of the Principality of Nott asked loudly: "What arrangements will you make in terms of the order of the army's attack."

When these words came out, everyone held their breath and concentrated. This was also what the nobles and lords in the camp wanted to ask most.

After all, under the customary enfeoffment system in the North, the army in their hands is their foundation. No one is selfless enough to want to use up their own strength to win. Many nobles even participated in this war under semi-coercion. Of course, the Luckman family also gave up irresistible benefits.

Robert pressed down his white-gloved hands slightly and said calmly:

"Everyone, please be patient, I will not let your army die in vain."

"This time, the Duke has recruited a total of 10,000 civilians to form the 'Legion of Honor'. These brave people will be dispatched as the advance team. They will test the strength of these evil dragon minions for us."

The hanging hearts of all the nobles finally subsided, and no one raised any more questions - it turned out that there was cannon fodder opening the way.

However, Andre frowned on the side and asked again: "How can we let some civilians become cannon fodder? This is not in line with the spirit of heroic and compassionate chivalry."

"Hahahahaha!"

Everyone burst into laughter again, and the atmosphere was quite relaxed.

This fledgling "little lion" is really naive. They are the nobles of the North. Who would take these so-called "grey animals" seriously?

However, seeing Andre's serious expression, Robert still suppressed his smile and explained:

"Well, they are all warriors who volunteered to fight. If they die heroically in the battle, the duchy will compensate their families with a generous compassionate payment."

"It's just hard to say whether they have family members and whether the compassionate compensation can be paid to them." He added secretly in his heart.

Before the war, the "Legion of Honor" might have been farmers in the fields and had not experienced any systematic military training.

Except for inferior weapons, there is almost no armor and equipment. In other words, their main job is not to fight, but to feed the army and horses, transport baggage, and serve as cannon fodder before the elite troops are dispatched.

They were often tenants and serfs under the gentry and landlords. They were poor people without personal freedom. They were not even qualified to own trophies. The military exploits and trophies they obtained were often recorded in the names of their masters.

It's just such a group of guys.

He was looked down upon by the nobles of the North.

Andre felt the slightly mocking eyes around him, lowered his head and remained silent.

Robert pointed to the map and continued to make tactical arrangements.

The "Eagle Claws", an army directly under the Luckman family, with more than 8,000 people, were stationed in the middle army and attacked head-on after the civilians detected the situation.

The 3,000-strong "Lionheart Legion" sent by the Bosque family and the 5,000 reinforcements from the Nott family were arranged on the left and right flanks to guard the flanks of the coalition forces after entering the storm slope.

The private armies of the noble and lords, totaling more than 4,000 people, were mingled among the coalition forces and obeyed the general's command, but Robert did not expect him to be able to command them. The reason for keeping them staggered and separated was mainly because they were afraid that they would start fighting before they started.

The three hundred North Wind Eagle Guards were hovering in the air, observing the situation from a bird's eye view, and waiting for opportunities to strike the enemy from the air at key points. But for some unknown reason, the 6th North Wind Eagle Guards Regiment sent out to reconnoiter the situation has not returned. It must be that they have encountered some troubles, which gives Robert a headache.

A baron from the Principality of Luckman asked in a low voice: "Sir, what should we do about that giant dragon?"

"I heard it was a terrifying existence."

His fiefdom is not far from the Storm Slope, and rumors of the terrifying "Flying Flame Dragon" often come from the north.

In those poems, the red dragon is described as Tiamat's beloved, the incarnation of the Infernal Balrog, the master of endless flames, the destined destroyer of the North Kingdom, the being capable of burning all things.

Robert sneered.

"Oh, the so-called 'Flying Flame Dragon'?"

"Don't be deceived by the stupid poems of those bards. Whether it is the information from the North Wind Eagle Guard or my prophecy spells, they can definitely confirm that it is just a young red dragon with a slightly special breath. It is even better than the youth stage. smaller."

The mage "Grey Eagle" was actually in the camp, he said hoarsely.

"This is Mr. Schroeder, the chief mage of the principality. His magical attainments, I believe, are unparalleled by all of you here."

Robert continued: "Yes, those so-called poems are probably just deliberate propaganda by this vain and conceited red dragon."

"Everyone, please come with me."

As if his words were not convincing enough, Robert strode out of the tent, followed closely by the nobles.

They came to the open space where the baggage was piled.

Everyone's eyes were immediately attracted to a huge object. The object was covered with thick cloth and its shape could not be seen. It was as tall as two people. Just this one required twelve horses and hundreds of people to transport it. There are three shelves on display here.

They had noticed it for a long time and were extremely curious about it.

“Everyone, please look at—”

Robert winked, and the guards on the left and right stepped forward and took off the thick cloth covering it.

This is a huge, bulky mechanical weapon, made of rough black wood and dark gray metal. The boring machine is tall and thick, with an extremely solid iron frame at the bottom, and several metal wheels installed to help it move slowly.

The top is a conical crossbow arrow tube, which is wrapped with iron sheets covered with rivets, and the curved slender crossbow arms are fixed on both sides.

A giant arrow as thick as an arm and more than two meters long lies quietly on the boring machine, with the sharp iron arrowhead flashing cold light, and there seems to be mottled blood on it.

This is a powerful giant crossbow!

"Wow——"

Everyone exclaimed in surprise, marveling at this terrible battlefield killing weapon.

Duke Robert seemed very satisfied with everyone's expressions, and explained in a proud tone: "This is a dragon-killing crossbow. Its arrowhead is stained with dragon blood and can easily penetrate the scales of a giant dragon.

"One hundred and forty years ago, General Turner Rackman used it to kill the old white dragon, Glacier Wing, which was ravaging the north. "

He stretched out a finger and shook it deliberately.

"One arrow, he pierced the heart of the evil dragon with just one arrow."

"At that time, the great General Turner only had one dragon-killing crossbow."

"And now, our Rackman Principality has spent tens of thousands of gold coins to find these three dragon-killing crossbows, and hundreds of horses and thousands of manpower to transport them here. I believe you can understand how much effort we have put in and how much confidence I have. "

"As long as the dragon dares to show up, these three dragon-killing crossbows will shoot it down."

Robert's tone seemed determined.

"Flying Flame Dragon?"

"Oh, I want to make it a fallen dragon."