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Chapter 350 Our Air Force

The front line, Base 4, is a group of bunkers 40 kilometers away from Andorhal Fortress.

With this as the core, the defense line of the Christmas tree shape has been reduced to a very low level.

"Gargoyle! Gargoyle!" shouted an Alliance lieutenant.

But the other party was too fast!

Taking advantage of the darkness, a defeated shadow swooped down at high speed, and with a very simple and practical right turn, he avoided the attack of the last two ballistas, and used his sharp and strong claws to destroy the ballista, and by the way.

Lift a ballista into the sky.

"No! Ah, save me——"

The shrill cries for help made all the surrounding Alliance soldiers feel heartbroken.

Within three seconds, the final scream was heard, and a small rain of blood began to fall from the sky again.

He was torn apart by two gargoyles.

"Damn it! Where is our air force? Where is our anti-aircraft artillery!?" A soldier punched the wall of the bunker angrily.

The lieutenant's face showed pain and helplessness: "They must give priority to protecting the artillery positions."

"I know, but..."

Even a veteran knows the truth.

It is remarkable that the alliance can reach the point where it is today.

A few years ago, everyone was still a primitive man using bows and crossbows. How could there be so many anti-aircraft weapons or air force?

The only gryphons are also used to deliver emergency messages.

In other words, the royal family of Lordaeron maintains a squadron of 50 griffons.

At this time, facing the seemingly endless tide of corpses from the Scourge, long-range artillery must be defended to the death. Without these artillery, Alliance soldiers must fight those undead monsters with their flesh and blood every moment.

In theory, 100 of this weakened version of the Bofors M32 can guarantee the alliance's current defense line of 100 kilometers from north to south. After all, this type of anti-aircraft gun (note, it is a weakened version) can have a range of more than 3 kilometers.

In practical terms, artillery positions must be defended to the death. The commander of the Scourge Legion is not a brainless idiot. It is military common sense to prioritize taking out the opponent's heavy firepower points.

The last time, more than a thousand gargoyles swooped down in a collective attack, destroying the alliance's two howitzer batteries in one fell swoop.

Alsace was heartbroken.

At this point in time, I would rather die than ten thousand soldiers than lose so many artillery pieces and the corresponding artillery crews.

Replenishing infantry is relatively easy.

There is no other way but to divide the artillery into five artillery positions, place them relatively far back, and then arrange 12 Bofors anti-aircraft guns in each artillery camp.

In the end, the only ones assigned to the front line were rare anti-aircraft guns and old-fashioned ballistae.

Logically speaking, the old-fashioned ballistae has insufficient firing angle and insufficient power and range. Against gargoyles, the ballistae has no lethality beyond two hundred meters. This puts the front line in a passive position of being beaten for a long time.

"Be careful!" The Alliance lieutenant suddenly caught a glimpse of a gargoyle actually lifting a stone the size of a water tank and throwing it down from an altitude of 300 meters.

"Boom!" The loud noise was like an earth-shaking noise, shaking the ears of the Alliance soldiers in the bunker.

Thanks to the excellent construction quality of the bunker, when a large amount of sand and gravel shattered and fell, the soldiers' iron helmets were dented.

The boulder failed to penetrate the top of the bunker.

You can see that the steel bar turned into the shape of a funnel, and it caught the big rocks thrown down.

"Damn, if we had an air force..."

A miracle happens!

As if in response to the veteran's prayers, an extremely shocking dragon roar suddenly came from the night sky.

"Ouch——"

The bunker was hit by a violent air current, and suddenly the entire bunker shook.

More sand and gravel poured down, making the soldiers inside scream.

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Far away from the bunker, Alsace, who was directing the battle on the top floor of a medium-sized fortress, could see more clearly that a huge creature was passing through the air.

It flapped its wings, which were as wide as five parallel tanks. Every time the wings vibrated, the air flow rolled up was like a storm.

Even the bed crossbow arrows shot into the sky were blown away.

A panicked scream erupted from the entire alliance position.

For a moment, Alsace thought that this line of defense could no longer be defended.

The giant black dragon took a deep breath.

The next second, a brilliant rainbow of light swept across the entire alliance's defense line. Even on the ground, the temperature instantly rose by more than ten degrees.

The turbulence formed by the air carried flying flames, causing the soldiers to subconsciously throw themselves to the ground, not daring to raise their heads.

To the surprise of all Alliance soldiers, the fierce dragon's breath did not pour on the Alliance positions, nor did it cause any ground buildings to catch fire.

In contrast, a large group of gargoyles in the sky were unlucky.

Their hard bodies were struck by the terrifying dragon's breath with dual attributes of shadow and fire, and instantly became brittle and turned into something like plaster. They crackled in mid-air and fell to the ground.

With a nearly 180-degree fan shape [take a deep breath], at least hundreds of gargoyles were swept away.

Without giving them a chance to escape, the huge black dragon flapped its wings, suddenly accelerated again, and rushed in front of the remaining enemies, performing a tail flick in the air unique to the dragon tribe.

The meteor hammer-shaped dragon tail, which was bigger and more brutal than the battering ram, drew an undulating curve in the air.

With one sweep, more than twenty gargoyles were destroyed within a second.

Next, it flapped its wings, claws, and tail, sweeping three times, five times five times two times, and all the gargoyles in the sky were swept away by this black dragon.

Until then, the alliance soldiers looked like they had seen a ghost, and they all looked at each other.

"Is this black dragon helping us?"

"Look at its chest!"

It wasn't until the black dragon hovered a hundred meters in the air that everyone saw a metal plate hanging on the black dragon's chest with a very clear golden trident logo on it.

"The dragon of the Trident Legion!?" Everyone was dumbfounded.

The black dragon roared happily in the air, then spun around and accelerated towards the fortress where Alsace was located.

"Ah!" someone screamed.

The five-story-high bunker has just flattened its head in front of the black dragon with its head raised.

Looking at the black dragon's bumpy, cuticle-covered lizard face, and then looking at the black dragon's huge mouth that seemed to open at any time, many people were too scared to speak.

Faced with the black dragon's cold and scornful eyes, Alsace was a little excited.

He tentatively said: "Katrina?"

The huge dragon mouth spits out human language, which is standard common language: "Bah! I am the great black dragon princess Onyxia!"

Bah, it's not an onomatopoeia, but she really spat on His Highness the former Prince. That ambergris saliva almost drowned the two fools.

The giant dragon didn't even bother to throw the fool away, so he turned his head and said, "Hey! Where's the promised supper? I'm hungry."

Not many people dare to look into the dragon's terrifying eyes. Just being looked down upon by these terrifying eyes is enough to make most people lose their courage.

At this moment, a team of Trident operators ran over, pushing a flatbed cart, on which a whole roasted beef roasted until golden brown exuded an alluring aroma.

"Come on!"

The black dragon immediately abandoned the prince and turned around. Like a human picking up a toothpick, the black dragon picked up the steel pipe covered with a whole cow and started to feast on the beef.


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