Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

However, everything is not over yet. For the dwarf defenders in the Grinding Road, this is just the beginning of the nightmare.

With the detailed intelligence provided by Cassius, the military engineers of the Burning Empire knew the internal structure of the fortress very well and developed targeted tactics.

For the current empire, as long as accurate intelligence is obtained, the victory of the war can basically be locked.

"Boom--"

The engine roared, steam filled the air, and the steel behemoth roared dully, rolling over the ground of the Grinding Road.

The trip ropes, hidden nails and other traps set by the dwarves were ruthlessly crushed by the hard tracks of the tanks, which was like a joke.

And those triggered arrows coated with poison, burning stones, and iron spikes falling from the sky could not break through the heavy armor of the steam tanks.

In previous wars, the dwarves used various means to deal with the orc army and caused huge casualties, accumulating a lot of experience, but when these means were used on the imperial army, they did not work at all.

Instead, the Empire's bullets swept through, causing heavy casualties to the dwarves hiding in the dark.

"Code, go to the third dark room!"

"Quick, start the rolling stone!"

"We will smash these iron lumps, otherwise we can't stop them at all!"

"Damn, how did they make such a big piece of steel move, what on earth is this!"

The dwarf warriors shuttled back and forth in the passage, anxiously communicating with each other, using their special skills, but they were helpless against these terrible "iron lumps".

Listening to the dense sound of bullets and looking at the dwarf corpses piled on the ground in front of him, Code's legs trembled, but he still went to the dark room and turned on the mechanism at the urging of his companions.

Shrinking in the observation tower at the top of the valley, Code muttered to himself: "It must be possible. When encountering the rolling stone I designed, even the strongest beast giant will be crushed into a meat pie, and those iron lumps can't"

Accompanied by a crisp sound, the lever was pulled and the mechanism was triggered instantly.

"Crack!"

After a series of clever chain reactions, boulders weighing hundreds of tons rolled down from the top of the grinding road, causing dust to fly, stone chips to splash, the ground to tremble, and a rumbling sound.

"Boom--"

These heavy boulders kept rolling and roaring towards the steam tanks, and due to the narrowness of the valley, there was no space for them to avoid.

Looking at the boulders that were approaching and accumulating terrifying power, Code's heart was pounding, and he muttered: "Hurry up, break them, and drive these imperialists out of the mountain kingdom."

In previous wars, the rolling stones designed by Code had caused huge casualties to the orcs.

Faced with boulders weighing hundreds of tons, even the strongest beast giants were powerless, after all, they were just flesh and blood.

A rolling boulder often caused hundreds of casualties to the enemy and crushed a large number of orcs into meat patties.

However, at this moment, something strange happened. The steam tank slowly turned the main turret, and the black muzzle was aimed at the boulder, bursting with fierce and dazzling flames.

"Boom!"

Accompanied by a loud bang, the boulder was hit by the shell and exploded on the spot, turning into countless pieces of rubble in the dumbfounded eyes of the dwarves.

Under such an explosion, the whole valley was shaking, and even the top of the secret passage had broken stones and dust falling.

In the cockpit, a goblin was sitting in the position of the main gunner, and said excitedly: "Boss, we hit it!"

"Ouch!"

The commander behind him, Bill, the dragon vein goblin, slapped him hard and shouted angrily: "Did I tell you not to fire in the valley! Do you want to bury us all in it?"

The goblin covered the back of his head and shrugged, and the tank observer next to him shouted: "Boss, the next wave is coming!"

Bill ordered unhappily: "Start the impact protection!"

The remaining boulders also rolled down one after another. As the steam tank in the front row, Bill's crew had to bear more defensive pressure.

Just when those boulders were about to hit the armor in front of the tank, several sharp steel spikes suddenly stretched out, and their sharp tips flashed with the aura of magic - that was the constant disintegration spell.

"Keng——"

The moment it touched the iron spikes, dense cracks suddenly appeared on the boulder, and then it shattered and turned into powder in mid-air.

"What on earth is this. Moradin, God of Craftsmen, how could there be such a thing."

On the observation tower at the top of the valley, Code took a breath of cold air. These invulnerable iron lumps were far beyond his imagination.

He had also heard about the horror of the steel golems of the Fadlan Empire, but even Fadlan would not send out hundreds of steel golems at a time.

——But the steam tanks of the empire were different. At this moment, they broke into the grinding road one after another, rushing around, and tearing open the dwarves' defense line.

At the end of the grinding road, there were dwarf heavy infantry holding huge shields, like a city wall, but could they withstand the impact of the empire's steel frenzy?

The tragic scene in the cave just now appeared in his mind. The bodies of the dwarves were piled on the ground, their bodies were full of bullet holes, and the smell of blood and pungent gunpowder filled the cave.

Kod's heart sank to the bottom of the valley, and endless despair filled his heart.

Could they really resist such an army?

Outside the plain, Drol looked at the valley where the gunfire continued, and said to the adjutant beside him: "Have all the 30 tanks of the first armored battalion entered?"

"Yes, Admiral, they have all entered the road of sharpening, and the current situation is good." The adjutant replied in a deep voice.

Drol smiled grimly, then turned on the intercom and whispered: "The time is almost right, let these dwarves taste the special barbecue of the Empire."

At the command of the hobgoblin general, several metal gun barrels stretched out from both sides of the steam tanks in the valley, emitting the pungent smell of gasoline.

Suddenly, Code at the top of the valley had a bad premonition in his heart and felt something was wrong.

Having seen the power of machine guns and main guns, the dwarf craftsmen did not dare to underestimate those mysterious metal pipes, and he also smelled the smell of kerosene

Code muttered to himself: "Is it not good!"

"Boom!"

Accompanied by the sound of air bursting, long dragons of hot flames suddenly rushed out of those gun barrels and rushed into the secret passage of the dwarves.

This is the gift specially customized by the Empire for the dwarves who like to hide in the secret passages - the flamethrower, affectionately called the "barbecue expert" by the Imperial military.

This is not a magical flame, but a technological creation that can spray a mixture of napalm and certain thickeners, which will emit burning liquid flowing everywhere, effectively hitting various shooting blind spots.

When the driver pulls the trigger, the spring valve opens, and the high-pressure flammable liquid flows through the ignition device and sprays out from the nozzle.

"Whoosh!"

The terrible flames poured into the dwarves' secret passages, and those dwarves lurking in the secret passages could not avoid it in time, and their whole bodies burned.

Even the dwarves hiding behind the stone bunkers would be contaminated by the splashing gasoline and quickly burn.

"Fire! There are flames everywhere! Damn it!"

"I'm on fire! Where is the water?"

"I, I can't see clearly! There is thick smoke everywhere. Moradin, is this hell?"

The thick black smoke filled the cave. A series of sturdy and short figures were burning all over. They struggled and wailed in the flames and smoke, and were finally burned to death, turning into charred corpses all over the ground.

And this is not the most terrible thing. The napalm sprayed by the flamethrower continued to burn, constantly producing thick smoke and consuming the oxygen in the secret passage.

Soon, the thick smoke poured into the connected secret passages, causing many dwarves in them to cough, suffocate to death, or even choke to death.

"Hell. This is hell! We are trapped here!"

Listening to the dwarves' wailing, Bill, the dragon vein goblin in the tank cockpit, couldn't help humming softly, humming a widely circulated ditty.

Bill grinned: "Hehehe, let these stubborn dwarves taste gasoline and flames."

At this time, the secret passages on both sides of the grinding road have become a purgatory on earth, filled with flames and thick smoke everywhere, and the dwarves' wailing and coughing are continuous.

Code's luck is not bad. He is at the top of the secret passage and at the exhaust vent, so he is not affected too much.

"No, it's not like that."

But listening to the crackling sound of the burning flames, listening to the cries and coughs of the dwarves of the same race in the secret passage, and feeling the pungent smoke and heat waves coming towards him, Code's psychological defense line almost collapsed.

"The traps I made and the secret passages I built are obviously perfect."

The dwarf craftsman didn't know that when they were forging day and night in the mountains, the world had quietly changed.

The fire dragons spewing out of the steam tanks were like brutal red dragons, ruthlessly slaughtering the dwarves in the secret passage.

Thick smoke filled the valley and continued to pour out from the caves.

The secret passage that the dwarves were proud of, this defensive position that once made orcs and giants helpless, has now become their burial ground.

"Charge, charge, crush these dwarves, and occupy Avondeldan!"

In the cabin, the dragon vein goblins cheered enthusiastically, howling and driving the steam tanks through the smoke, heading towards Avondeldan.

Code looked at the huge black shadows in the smoke with a deathly pale face, and stretched out his trembling hands towards Avondeldan.

"Avondeldan must not fall"

"Bang!"

With a gunshot, a small hole with blood flowing appeared between Code's eyebrows, and his body fell to one side.

Just like that, the body of the dwarf craftsman fell from the top of the valley without a sound. On this battlefield, life is so cheap.

The old dwarf who called himself "Master Craftsman" and "Master of Trap" never thought that he would die so easily.

"Hit!"

The imperial soldiers holding rifles below cheered.

According to the tactics designated by the Imperial General Staff, tanks are responsible for the main offensive and advancement, while infantry will follow behind the armored forces to provide cover and finish.

They should have experienced a round of artillery bombardment first, but considering the special nature of the valley and fearing that it would collapse, they did not do so.

These soldiers who followed the tank troops and did the finishing work were basically half-red dragons covered with scales. They were not afraid of flames and thick smoke and moved freely in it.

In this way, even if there were dwarves who escaped from the secret passage and hid above the valley, they would be easily killed by the soldiers with superb marksmanship.

"Kod, Kod died just like that!" At the top of the valley, another dwarf warrior witnessed the death of the old dwarf, his master, and immediately fell into a huge panic.

His name is Bourne, also a dwarf craftsman, not good at fighting, and often called a "coward" by his fellow tribesmen.

Having seen the miserable state of his master, Bourne shivered and shrank into the cracks of the stone, trying not to expose his body to the imperial soldiers below.

Suddenly, Bourne felt a black screen in front of his eyes, and some kind of smelly and sticky liquid dripped on his face. He touched it and immediately felt something was wrong.

"This is... No way."

The dwarf raised his head in despair, only to see an incredibly huge two-legged dragon landing on his head, with saliva dripping from the corners of his mouth.

"Roar--"

The dragon spread its ferocious wings, let out a roar, and the smelly hot wind blew in his face.

"No, don't eat me, our dwarf meat is very hard!" Bourne trembled violently, covered his eyes with his hands, and tried his best to squeeze into the cracks of the stone.

But soon, the dwarf was taken out by the wyvern, torn into pieces in midair, and bloody body parts fell like rain.

At this time, hundreds of wyverns had already flapped their wings and landed on the top of the valley one after another, constantly falling from the air and killing the dwarves on it.

The dwarves never thought that they would not only face the fire underground, but also the attack from the sky.

"Boom--"

The steam tanks were still advancing in front, and they were about to break through the obstruction of the grinding road and come to the wall of Avendeldan.

The observers in the cabin could even see the light at the exit of the valley and the majestic fortress built on the mountain in the distance.

But soon, a wall appeared in front of the tank army-it was the dwarf heavy infantry.

These dwarf heavy infantrymen were wearing shiny heavy armor, holding huge shields, and lined up in a dense formation to block the exit of the valley, with a firm look in their eyes.

This legion had resisted countless attacks by orcs and repelled the tide of beasts.

But for the nearly three-meter-high tanks of the Empire, these dwarves blocking the exit were not a wall at all, not even a low wall, but only a low earth slope.

If they were closer, the driver in the cabin would not be able to see them.

In the cabin, Bill looked at the dwarf heavy infantry in front of him and showed a ferocious smile: "You actually want to use your flesh and blood to stop the tank charge of the Empire, it's really... a fantasy!