Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

Marching to the tight drumbeat, George's hands holding the rifle were covered with sweat, and his heart seemed to be beating along with the drumbeat. In addition to nervousness, he was more excited.

This is his first time on the battlefield.

He resigned from his job in the factory and handed over his original position to Howard, whom he trusted most. With his status as a first-class citizen, he successfully became an infantryman after training.

In the training camp, George was always the hardest-working and most desperate one. His ambition to climb up allowed him to survive the most arduous test, and because of this, he was promoted to the frontline troops by the hobgoblin commander.

He was originally only qualified as a reserve team, responsible for cleaning up the battlefield.

"I'm going to be a real big deal."

"Maybe. Just today."

George thought as he followed the steps of the soldiers in the front row.

The current attack formation of the kingdom's infantry is a dense column instead of the traditional horizontal formation, and a group of skirmishers are used as cover and leader.

The column emphasizes flexible attack power, quickly breaks through the enemy's defense line, and can quickly change the square formation, rather than the defensive firepower that the horizontal team emphasizes. Although it has firepower, it moves slowly.

This style of play, characterized by columns and skirmishers, is not the original work of Marshal Doro of the Kingdom. Instead, he and the Kingdom's think tanks summarized and applied it through the "Military Tactics of the Napoleonic Period" left by the players. Never really practiced it on the battlefield.

While traveling rapidly, George suddenly felt the earth shaking slightly.

"That's the cavalry?"

He couldn't help but turn his head and look into the distance.

The dull sound of rumbling horse hoofs came, and the black heavy armored cavalry rushed towards the square formation. They were like a torrent made of steel.

The armor shines in the sun, the spear tips shimmer with cold light like a forest, and the lion's flag flutters in the wind - this is the armored cavalry carefully cultivated by the Bosque family. In the face of such cavalry, any traditional army will Feeling panicked.

It's a pity that the army of Burning Ember Kingdom is extraordinary.

The drum beat became more urgent, George quickened the pace, and the trumpeter beside him blew a shrill trumpet sound.

"The whole army obeys the order! Phalanx!"

The herald's voice sounded, and the military flags were raised one after another.

Countless trainings and memories engraved in their bones made these well-trained infantrymen turn into several thick phalanxes that formed horns for each other and formed cross fire in just a few minutes, and George followed the lead. soldiers got in.

Because he stood in the front row, George installed a bayonet in accordance with the drill rules. He was responsible for dealing with the cavalry's close-face impact.

These phalanxes were like moving bastions, moving forward slowly.

And those swarming cavalry finally rushed to the front of the phalanx, gunfire rang out, and the smell of gunpowder smoke and blood filled the wasteland.

The cavalry fell one by one, and screams were heard. The heavy armor they were proud of could not withstand the bullets fired by the kingdom's most advanced semi-automatic rifles.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The sound of gunfire came one after another like ocean waves, as if they would never stop.

Those infantrymen only pulled the bolt of their guns lightly to fire the next shot. The precious cavalry fell one after another during the charge. At this moment, their lives were simply worthless.

Under the heavy siege of cavalry, Laurent's expression looked extremely painful.

"Why the hell is there no such tactic in the intelligence? How could they have such a formation?"

"And those guns, why aren't they loaded?"

If this was the original horizontal formation, perhaps the cavalry could tear it apart. However, these thick square formations are horns of each other, leaving large gaps in the middle.

If you attack one of the phalanxes, it will not only be difficult to break through, but you will also be hit by a flood of bullets from several other phalanxes, because they have formed a crossfire.

Laurent had no choice but to watch the cavalry he had carefully trained fall like wheat being harvested.

The heavy armored cavalry made many attempts to charge, but the impact that was always invincible in the past and made the enemy run away was like paper in front of the kingdom's infantry equipped with semi-automatic rifles, and they were simply vulnerable.

Under the guard of the guards, Laurent led his heavy armored cavalry through the gaps between the phalanxes. At this moment, only one-third of them were left. In front of them was the invincible monster legion, and behind them were the monsters. An infantry phalanx that brought huge casualties.

This was different than he imagined.

In Loren's fantasy, he should lead the armored cavalry and charge into the monster group and start a fierce fight with them.

In the end, he would let the enemy's blood dye his armor red, let the corpses of monsters pile up on the ground, and die heroically under the siege of the Ember Kingdom, creating another story of the Lion of Bosque.

But now, he just rode over and passively accepted the baptism of bullets and tragic casualties.

"No, this is definitely not the ending I want."

"This way my father won't be proud of me."

Thinking of this, Lauren's eyes turned red, he raised his lance high and roared:

"Charge with me!"

"Tear apart their formation!"

"Let these monsters see how powerful we Scanyans are!"

Laurent still set his target on those infantrymen. He wanted to burn his last life in exchange for a grand ending.

Around the phalanx, the piles of corpses were already more than half a man high. One after another, the hit horses and heavy-armored knights fell to the ground. The blood stained the snow on the ground red, but Laurent was desperate.

"charge!"

Lauren roared again.

The remaining hundreds of cavalry seemed to be infected as well. They gathered around Loren and crashed into one of the phalanxes.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Gunfire roared, bullets poured out like rain, and the first few rows of soldiers fell instantly.

Not only did they have to withstand fire from the front phalanx, but they also had to withstand crossfire from the flanking phalanx. It could be said that they had a chance to survive in the hail of bullets.

But Laurent had completely risked his life. He endured huge casualties and treated the cavalry in the front row as expendables. Under the cover of his personal guards, he rode up directly and actually arrived. The phalanx is approaching.

"Suffer death!"

Lauren roared loudly.

The black horse under him jumped up vigorously, jumped over the corpses of the cavalry, and was about to rush into the phalanx.

"boom!"

Just hearing a gunshot, a bloody hole suddenly appeared in the horse's chest, and it fell directly in front of the square formation.

Laurent was caught off guard and fell heavily from his horse. He rolled several times on the ground and even the helmet he was wearing fell off.

Lauren, with disheveled hair and a ferocious face, took out the sword from his waist and struggled to get up from the ground.

The hobgoblins and tiefling infantry opened fire, but the thick armor on Loren's body was a treasure passed down from generation to generation in the family and worth thousands of gold coins. It was carefully made by the archmage and had [protection from arrows] and [brute force]. [Lion's Roar], [Glory Shield] and other spell effects.

Bosque's generals once wore him to charge into battle, walk in the rain of swords, guns and arrows, and lead the soldiers to victory again and again with the majestic roar of the lion.

As the complex magic lines on it lit up, each bullet was blocked by the shimmering barrier, and a faint roar of a lion came from the gap. At this time, Lauren, with disheveled hair and glaring eyes, really looked like the so-called "Lions of Bosque".

"Suffer death!"

He stepped forward with his sword, roared, and cut off the head of the hobgoblin in front of him. Then he turned around and struck at the tiefling who was sneaking up behind him. The blade drew a graceful arc in the air.

Cold light flashed and blood splattered.

The combat skills Laurent had learned since childhood were vividly displayed at this moment. This was the heroic ending he expected!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Intensive gunfire roared, and the power of bullets was far greater than arrows. Even the magic barrier became increasingly bleak under the impact.

However, at this moment, Laurent was already furious. He laughed wildly and pointed his long sword at the Kingdom soldiers in front of him, preparing to complete his final declaration.

"We Bosques will never surrender!"

"Monsters, the person standing in front of you is the descendant of Russell Bosque——"

"boom!"

Before he finished speaking, Laurent stumbled forward suddenly. He felt a sharp pain in his back, as if he was hit by a heavy hammer, and all the strength in his body was instantly taken away.

He lowered his head with difficulty.

Sure enough, there was a huge bloody hole in his chest, piercing through his armor.

He was hopeless.

"How can it be?"

Lauren spit out a mouthful of blood and muttered to himself in disbelief.

It turned out that the moment he raised his sword, the force field barrier that had blocked hundreds of bullets was finally overwhelmed, broken into tiny magic particles, and the armor also shattered.

And someone behind him fired the last shot.

Loren used his last strength and turned around unsteadily. He wanted to see who had killed his "Lion of Bosque".

Whether it is a strong hobgoblin, a devil-like tiefling, or a cruel and greedy ogre, no matter who it is, there is a story about the unyielding death of a Bosk noble.

However, when he looked back, he suddenly discovered that the person who beat him to death was a somewhat thin human being. The human's face turned red due to excessive excitement, and the muzzle of the rifle in his hand was still emitting white smoke.

Moreover, Laurent saw that there was a very familiar mark on his neck - it was the mark of a serf. Once he was branded with this mark, it meant that he and his descendants would always be humble serfs and would never be able to stand up again. .

"Open what."

"joke."

Lauren's eyes widened and he fell straight to the ground. His hands and feet twitched a few times and then stopped moving.

Until he died, he still didn't close his eyes, staring straight at the sky, full of doubts.

Until his death, Laurent never understood why he died at the hands of a humble serf. This was a complete joke and would become a topic of conversation among noble ladies after dinner.

I wrote it for fun, mainly Western fantasy.