Chapter 55： Long live Allan Hill

"Uh..." A soldier of the Arrant Empire was tortured sober by the pain, and subconsciously pushed away the corpse that was pressing on him. His face was covered with blood, and there was a feather arrow stuck in his body.

He tried hard to recall what had just happened, and then seemed to think of something terrifying, and a look of fear began to appear on his face. He tried to sit up, only to find that he was surrounded by corpses.

It's like **** here, with blood flowing like a river and corpses like mountains. The sulphur in the air was mixed with the smell of decay and burnt, and it made people feel like vomiting after taking a sip.

The Holy Demon Empire entered the battle... After Arrant swept the Dothan Empire, when they thought they had won the most important battle, the Holy Demon Empire brazenly launched a battle to balance the forces between the mortal empires. An attack on the Arante Empire.

Then, the battle became one-sided. The elite troops of the 20,000 Arante Empire and 40 red cannons fell apart in an instant. The ruthless Holy Demon Empire used force without even notifying Arrant.

"Woo..." Seeing the familiar faces lying on the ground in front of him and looking at the corpses of the friendly soldiers in the distance that were burnt to charcoal, the surviving Arante soldier cried in despair.

When he wanted to stand up crying, a black shadow fell quickly on top of his head, and the sound of howling wind followed. The soldier's eyes widened and his head was raised, and he saw a huge lizard-like head, which was swooping down with a mouth wide open.

"Kacha!" Before the soldier screamed, the dragon's mouth tore him in two. Both legs were thrown away with blood, and the upper body of this soldier had entered the dragon's belly.

"Okay! Alright! Mortals will ruin their stomachs if you eat too much, baby!" On the dragon's back, a man in patterned armor gently stroked the scales on the dragon's back with his hands. The dragon became no longer violent, and the forelimbs with their wings retracted pressed to the ground and let out a low roar.

On the hillside behind this dragon, a team of less than a thousand people is setting up its own camp. All of these soldiers wore bright silver armors with inscriptions on them, and each one looked like a **** descending from the earth.

The mounts of these soldiers are not ordinary war horses, but giant white horses with snow-white armor and twice the size of ordinary war horses.

The armor on the head of the person is even more gorgeous, and the engraved inscriptions linger in the sun, making his entire face sacred.

On the periphery of the camp, dozens of giant dragons crawled on the ground, forming the most indestructible barrier of the camp.

The 20,000 troops of the poor Arante Empire were swept away by the Saint Demon Empire troops in front of them, and they were completely slaughtered before the cannon was fired.

What's more terrifying is that they didn't even see the Chinese troops of the Holy Demon Empire until their deaths. The 20,000 elite troops who defeated the Arante Empire were just the forward of the Holy Demon Empire's army, the air force composed of ten dragon knights. And the army in front of him was the main force of the Holy Demon Empire this time.

"General Moss! The enemy's army has been destroyed." Several dragon knights who had just landed came to the head of the general and threw a blood-filled banner on the ground.

"Very good!" General Moss glanced at the blood flag on the ground and nodded in satisfaction: "Those who defy the empire must pay a price."

After finishing speaking, his iron boots stepped on the blood-stained flag with an impatient look: "The magical atmosphere here is too weak. I really don't want to waste a day here."

"I think they have learned a lesson." An officer with the appearance of a deputy said with a sneer: "If it weren't for the magical atmosphere here, how could we tolerate the existence of such a mortal country?"

"Erdo!" The general looked at his deputy and said, "The only thing left is to go to the Arante Empire and tell them who is the master of this world!"

"Our task this time is to investigate how this thing called the Red Cannon appeared in the mortal kingdom..." The lieutenant Ildo's smile on his face was even stronger, giving the dragon knight behind him A wink: "Alan Hill, is it a surrogate from the Arante Empire!"

The two dragon knights turned and walked towards his dragon. Eldor then took two steps back. He respectfully returned to his dragon and turned on the back of the dragon. The three dragons flapped their wings and soared in the flying sand and rocks. Rise.

"These mortals... really don't make people worry." General Moss looked at the three dragons going away, rubbing his neck and sighing while squinting.

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"It's the technology provided by Ailan Hill! I swear by Zorn! I just want to teach Dothan a lesson. I never thought of provoking the majesty of the Holy Demon Empire!" General Zorn knelt in front of Eldo, crying, and sold Arant far to the north.

Ildo held his chin, looking down at the humbling man in front of him, with a look of disdain, and slowly said: "The loyalty of the Arante royal family, of course the Holy Demon Empire is in sight...retreat thirty miles. , Leave these lands to the Dothan Empire."

He drew his feet from Zorn's arms and snorted a warning: "This is the price to punish you for fighting without authorization! Understand?"

"Understand! I immediately ordered the troops to continue to retreat and cede everything here to the Dothan Empire!" Zorn heard the other party saying that, knowing that his little fate was finally saved, and hurriedly thanked him, as if he was seeing a monarch. : "Thank you General, thank you General!"

In fact, Eldor was certainly not a general, he was just the captain of the Dragon Knights in the Holy Demon Empire. This time he came out to be controlled by General Moss, just a lieutenant.

However, he heard mortals calling himself a general, which was very dark and cool. So he didn't plan to trouble Zon, and continued to ask about topics he was interested in: "Then, General Zon, tell me about the Principality of Ailan Hill you know."

Zorn wanted to answer Eldo's question honestly. He really didn't know Alan Hill, and even he was planning to go back and kill Alan Hill after he defeated the Dothan Empire.

But he didn't dare to say that, he could only hesitate to answer some hearsay things, such as those wooden furniture, such as the red cannon, such as the very useful ignition tool match...

His understanding of Ailan Hill was actually less than that of Frenzberg, who was in the Holy Demon Empire two months ago, so Doyle was not much help. After listening to a lot of nonsense, Ildo finally interrupted Zorn's endless talk, and took the trouble to let him go quickly.

"My lord... this is almost as little information as we know..." A dragon knight who was next to Ildo stepped forward and said, "Are we going to go north to Ailan Hill personally? ?"

"What a joke! I'm not crazy!" Ildo glanced at the other person and said impatiently: "General Moss has been impatiently waiting. Of course we can't go to the north to waste time."

Having said this, he put his mouth around the outside of the tent, and said: "Let these mortals go north to Ailan Hill and level there... No matter how much they lose in the end, it has nothing to do with us, right?"

"Mortals beat mortals? Wonderful! Your lord!" His men immediately flattered, as if they had heard of this kind of scheme for the first time.

Ildo was not fooled, and said with a smile: "These are all the old methods we have used for hundreds of years. What are you bragging about?" But he said, without the slightest rant.

"Anyway, after two months, we can wait until the result. Is it true that Ailan Hill was flattened by Arante, or Arante was defeated." In fact, Irdo, who is very proud of his own strategy in his bones, Still very satisfied with this plan: "No matter what the result is, we can run the victor to death, right?"

"Hahahaha!" Several dragon knights pressed their long swords with patterns on their waists, and laughed triumphantly with Eldo, as if they had already won.

And while they were laughing, at the gate of the barracks outside Seris, a line of four columns was walking out of the gate in neat steps. Following their steps, the rows of dark muzzles swayed from side to side, and the gray m42 simplified version of the helmet rolled forward in the sun, with no end in sight.

On the other side of the road, war horses dragged various carriages in the same direction. The carriage was full of soldiers holding rifles. Their eyes are firm and they believe that they will win.

And behind the carriage in which they were sitting, all kinds of artillery, as the wooden wheels rolled, trembled violently. Under the wheels, the dust raised up scattered in the distance, mixed with the dust raised by other wheels, covering the sky and the sun.

"Alan...Hill! Long live!" With the neat pace of this army, the commanders holding their swords shouted a slogan that was louder than a louder. As their slogans ended, all the soldiers stepped on their steps and shouted heroically: "Alan...Hill! Long live!" Wagron, who was riding on the war horse, raised his chin and looked at himself expressionlessly. The army left the training station.

Far away Mayne, the same scene is going on, countless soldiers have opened their own camps; in the more distant Ferry City, a high-pitched "Long live Ailan Hill" resounds across the sky. Farther north of these territories, the black golden eagle flag fluttered in the wind, and countless soldiers drove out of the earthen fort, out of the North County, out of the vast sea...