Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

Within the Principality of Lachman, Tello City.

This was once the fiefdom of the legendary General Turner Luckman.

This city is also known as the "City of Magnificence", with more than 10,000 people in the city. As an important military town guarding Beifeng Castle in the northern part of the principality, Tello City has resisted intrusions from the north all year round. The people here are tenacious and brave, in other words, they are "full of martial virtue." For hundreds of years, they encountered successive invasions from frost giants, orcs, and even white dragons, but none of these defeated them.

These Scanlans are like an iron nail, rooted firmly in north-central Anzeta.

But now, people in this city are in panic.

The black army of monsters has surrounded the city for seven days. Traffic has been cut off. Water, people, food, nothing can enter or leave the city of Tello.

However, the shortage of supplies is not the most terrifying thing - what is even more terrifying is the turmoil in the hearts of the people caused by it.

The Telo people, who have not faced war for decades, have become a little relaxed. They seem to have forgotten the glory of their ancestors and are immersed in the peaceful and stable life that has lasted for several years. But their enemies are the Burning Embers whose morale is high and who are eyeing them eagerly.

Even among the elites of the coalition forces, many came from Telo City. After that battle, the city was filled with wailing, which can be said to have broken the backbone of Telo City.

The flying dragon knights whizzed past from above, and dropped countless letters of surrender under the horrified eyes of the residents.

"They won't massacre the city, right?"

"What should I do? Otherwise, surrender."

"Even the elite of the coalition forces were wiped out."

"How can we defend against such an army?"

Such whispers continued to appear in the city.

However, the city defense forces in the city have been put under martial law, and the entire city is under strict military control. Anyone who dares to publicly make such remarks that shake the morale of the military will be arrested by the city defense forces as traitors.

The tall city walls of Tello have gone through many vicissitudes of life and have witnessed hundreds of years of splendid history.

The city defense troops stood at their respective posts and prepared, but they could not launch an attack because the monsters were too far away and even the city defense's ballistae could not hit them.

The current city lord, Count Dawson Villers, is standing on the city wall, looking down at the monsters surrounding the city with a solemn expression.

"Sir, another group of traitors have been captured."

A city defense army captain reported hurriedly.

Dawson's tone was decisive: "Execute them all, don't leave any room for these guys."

The captain of the city defense army shuddered first, and then quickly replied: "Yes, sir!"

"That's it again."

"Have they forgotten the glory of their ancestors?"

Dawson clenched his fists and muttered to himself.

He turned to look at the adjutant beside him and asked: "How many days can the food and water in the city last?"

The adjutant pondered for a moment and then said:

"Three days, three days at most."

"Some people have died of thirst in the city recently. Their relatives took the bodies to the square and cried, and were temporarily detained by our guards. But now the situation is almost out of control, more and more people are making trouble, and the military manpower in the city has... It’s almost running out.”

Dawson's face was covered with a thick layer of gloom. Is surrender really the only way?

No, we must not surrender just like this.

This is for his honor, for the hundreds of years of struggle of the Tero people, and for the glory of their ancestors.

Thinking of this, Earl Dawson looked grim and said to his adjutant: "Go and gather the people in the city. I have something to say to them."

"Yes, sir."

Soon, under the supervision and driving of the city defense army, the hungry, thirsty and complaining people gathered under the city wall.

"I am starving……"

"Is your lord, Lord, asking for relief?"

"These city defense bastards, my family all starved to death, and they even moved the bodies away."

"Let it end soon..."

At this moment, a steady and powerful voice echoed on the city wall, and the residents, or refugees, looked up.

I saw Earl Dawson with a stern face, standing on the tower and speaking loudly and condescendingly.

"Citizens, Telo City is now at a critical moment of life and death. This is the most critical time in the past century!"

"But please don't be afraid, don't shrink back. Our ancestors have lived here for generations, in this majestic city. Please take a look. This tall city wall has resisted countless terrible enemies, including giants, orcs, and dragons. , but no enemy can conquer us!"

A refugee below mustered up the courage to ask: "What about food? Where is water?"

"My lord, with all due respect, our courage needs a material foundation."

Dawson's expression suddenly froze, but he still said sonorously and forcefully: "Courage and will are your sharpest spears and swords!"

"No water or food?"

"Why not! Citizens, put on your armor and pick up the weapons in your hands. They are just outside the city, waiting for you to use your swords to get them!"

…

While Earl Dawson was delivering an impassioned speech, he did not know that someone hundreds of meters away in the countryside was secretly observing him.

"Boss, does your mortar really work?"

"Why do I look so inferior?"

The man in the battlefield wheelchair pretended to calibrate and said to the steel frenzy beside him.

In front of him was a metal smoothbore cannon more than two meters long, but it did not have a gun mount. Instead, it was made from local materials. A tall and strong ogre sat on the ground and held it on his shoulders as a gun mount.

Steel Frenzy stepped forward and whispered: "It should still be usable, at least it won't explode. I used the budget for the gun mount to build Gundam. But... do you really know how to use this thing?"

"Okay, then I'll give it a try."

The wheelchair man in the battlefield stared at the impassioned Earl Dawson on the distant city wall, and said excitedly: "Looking at this outfit, he must be a big monster."

"Big head, go a little to the left."

The ogre tilted to the left impatiently.

"It's a lot more, about um, the distance of a steak."

The wheelchair man in the battlefield thought hard and came up with a unit of measurement that the ogre could understand.

"Wait a minute, this is too much!"

"Yes, it's almost here."

"Load ammunition-"

The other ogre picked up the heavy cannonball, awkwardly loaded the fuse, and prepared it next to it.

The person in the battlefield wheelchair calibrated it for a long time, but couldn't find any clue. He just wanted to try his luck and shouted:

"Prepare—release!"

"boom!"

Thunderous gunfire echoed across the wilderness.

The cannonball drew a high arc in the air, but fell on the moat in front of the city wall, suddenly exploding into a huge crater.

Damn, what's going on? "

Earl Dawson, who was giving a speech, suddenly felt a tremor in the ground. He staggered for a moment and became unsteady, with dirt particles splashing onto his luxurious armor.

"Is it thunder?"

"Could it be that the enemy is attacking?"

"Run for your life—"

The refugees were also panicked, making an uproar, crowding and clamoring to leave.