Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

"No, it shouldn't be like this."

"Shouldn't..."

"I am a knight chosen by the Duke."

Joseph rode his horse and stayed not far from the battlefield, watching the sharp rout of the "Legion of Honor".

The "soldiers" under his command fled in all directions, howling and crying, followed by those short but extremely ferocious monsters chasing after them.

In Joseph's countless fantasies, he should have led the army to charge back and forth, defeating the enemy, and finally received a special commendation from the Duke, was granted a territory, and became a real noble.

No matter what happens, he will heroically kill the enemy in front of everyone and die of exhaustion, becoming a tragic hero passed down by bards orally.

And now, he is leading a group of "gray animals" to defeat, and is about to die unwitnessed and meaninglessly in this wasteland.

"It shouldn't be like this!"

Joseph's expression suddenly hardened and he made up his mind.

When the crowd was swarming to flee, he jumped up high on his horse and went against the flow of people, trampling and wounding several people one after another, and even used his sword to cut off the head of the first deserter.

Joseph held up the deserter's head, his face covered with blood, and shouted ferociously:

"See? This is what happens to deserters!"

"You cowards! Animals!"

"Fight me! Fight to the death!"

At this moment, in the eyes of the soldiers, he was nothing more than a monster being chased behind him.

Joseph's temporary supervision of the battle really had an effect, causing the crowd to evacuate slightly. Faced with the choice of dying in battle or being killed by the general, many soldiers still mustered up some courage to make a final resistance.

But soon, they were overwhelmed by the tide of monsters and fell into a more complete rout.

Surrounded by kobolds and goblins, people could only instinctively flee backwards.

"Go to hell, you monsters!"

Joseph rode on his horse and cut off the head of a kobold with a sword.

But soon, several goblins swarmed up from all directions, jumped on Joseph, hugged his arms, scratched his eyes, and bit his face.

"boom!"

He actually fell directly from the horse.

Joseph fell heavily to the ground, ripped off the goblin holding his arm and stabbed him to death, his expression extremely ferocious.

"You damn bitches! Go to hell!"

His voice was hoarse, and spittle spewed out from his roaring mouth. He burst out with the last strength in his body to stand up, and even shook off all the goblins on his body.

However, before he could swing his sword, several more goblins jumped on him. The weight made him, who was already exhausted, unstable and fell to the ground.

He struggled again and again, but this only attracted more goblins and kobolds to pounce on him with their claws and teeth. Dozens of monsters were like a hill, suppressing him tightly and unable to move.

"Go to hell, go to hell"

"go"

His voice grew weaker and weaker, and was eventually drowned in the wave of monster cries.

"For the Burning Nest!"

"For the great red dragon master!"

The kobolds and goblins continued to chase and kill.

When the piles of monsters dispersed, only a pool of blood, scattered bones and torn clothes were left on the ground. The eagle and sword emblems on the chest of the clothes were soaked in blood and no one cared about them.

It was the symbol of nobility that Joseph was so passionate about.

But on this bloody battlefield, it was nothing, not even the kobolds bothered to pick it up.

Aiden, the leader of the first regiment of the North Wind Eagle Guard, landed on a giant eagle, strode into the camp, and reported in a deep voice.

"My lord, the Legion of Honor is in defeat."

"About six thousand broken troops are approaching our position."

Robert nodded slightly and said calmly: "We only lasted less than an hour. It was almost as I expected. The only role of these rabble is to explore the way for our army and reduce unnecessary losses."

He tapped his hand on the table rhythmically: "What's the situation of the other side's army?"

"Mainly goblins and kobolds, about 20,000 of them. Some of them have dragon minions, but they can only defeat the so-called 'Legion of Honor'. They shouldn't pose much of a threat to us."

"Very well, it's time to show these stupid and ignorant monsters—"

"What is a real war?"

Robert stood up slowly and walked out of the tent.

Aiden and Schneider followed closely behind.

Wearing gray robes and holding guns and shields, the "Eagle Claws" lined up neatly, forming airtight square formations. The shields in their hands were engraved with eagle feather patterns, which were five meters long. The tip of his spear shone with cold light, like a steel forest.

The horses neighed, and the cavalry in plate armor stood ready, ready to charge at any time.

In the sky, hundreds of Eagle Guards flew around in an orderly manner, always alert to the surrounding situation.

In the open space behind the camp, the soldiers worked together to push the heavy ballista and advanced slowly.

"My soldiers—"

Robert's voice was not loud, but due to the spell, everyone present could hear it clearly.

"The real war is coming, and the enemies we face this time are unprecedented - they are brutal monsters: goblins, kobolds, ogres and even dragons."

"They may be strong, they may have great strength, they may be able to spit out terrible flames, but please remember that behind you is the Principality of Lachman, where your parents, wives, children, and friends are. The red dragon’s expansion is endless, and the only thing we can do is to fight back as hard as we can to let these monsters know how powerful we are!”

"The principality has given us peaceful protection for many years, and you have also grown up under the protection of the Duke. Now, any bloody man who knows how to repay kindness should know how to repay this kindness, fight to the death for the Duke, and for the Principality of Luckman And fight to the death!”

"For the Duke, for the Principality of Luckman!"

Robert raised his silver sword high, raised his arms and shouted.

Most of these elite soldiers of the Luckman family were born in the city. They were often the descendants of urban petty bourgeoisie or small nobles. They received top-notch military education since childhood. This set of rhetoric of "protecting the people around them and repaying the country's kindness" was in their ears. Very contagious.

So the soldiers also shook their weapons one after another, and the gun barrels made a rhythmic sound on the ground, bursting out waves of cheers.

"For the Duke——

"For the Principality of Lachman——"

This exciting cheer lasted for a long time and echoed in the army.

However, a haze appeared on Robert's face.

He turned his head to the side and asked in a low voice: "Aiden, why hasn't the Sixth Regiment returned yet?"

Aiden's heart sank and he quickly replied: "I don't know, but they may have encountered the giant dragon."

There should be two more chapters tonight. Today is 12,000.