France is famous for its perfume and red wine, and Bordeaux's red wine is also the best in French red wine.
Of course, in France where the evil dragon is now invading, no one cares about getting red wine anymore.
If it were an ordinary riot, those in power and the nobles could still firmly believe that these ignorant people could not touch them, and they could taste the comfortable sense of wealth while shaking the red wine glass. However, the flying dragon and the sea demon were unreasonable.
An angry person may calm down and listen to you, but a flying dragon with a language barrier will never listen to what its food is saying.
Because there is no demand from the big nobles, naturally no one makes wine. It is a pity that Bordeaux's signature wine is lost.
In the blue sky, the flying dragon roared and flew low over the ground.
Before, it vaguely discovered something on the ground.
Flying dragons are a fantasy species. Originally, flying dragons did not exist in the world. All its abilities were conceived by people based on real creatures. For example, vision is similar to that of a goshawk. When capturing dynamic objects,
It has unique conditions.
It was looking for food just now, as if it found something on the ground, so it flew over at a low altitude, but it didn't find it.
I think I may have seen it wrong. The flying dragon lifted up and prepared to fly into the sky again to continue searching——
"Close the net!"
Suddenly, the [haystack] on one side suddenly shouted loudly, and a man wearing a disguise made of thick grass jumped out. With a wave of his hand, two translucent rays suddenly flew out from the ground.
The cyan chains suddenly grabbed the flying dragon's feet.
Starting with this blow, four people around him jumped out together, each holding a rifle in their hands, aiming at the restrained flying dragon and shooting indiscriminately.
Of course, it is impossible for ordinary firearms to break through the scales of a flying dragon. It is difficult for firearms, weapons that lack mystery, to cause damage to fantasy species. Coupled with the super high defense of dragon scales, this is naturally even more true.
However, after these soldiers' ammunition flew out, each shot was swaying with beautiful flames. Once it hit, the flaming shrapnel was like a drill, drilling hard into the scales, sinking deeply into it, and even began to tear the flesh directly.
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The severe pain caused the flying dragon to wail several times, and finally drowned in its own wails.
"Do it, do it!"
The conductor breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and sat down on the ground relaxedly.
Although this is the tenth time I have hunted a flying dragon, I still feel so nervous every time.
Yes, on the Western Front, killing flying dragons is not uncommon.
All thanks to the commander.
The commander thought so.
He was originally a soldier of the Accords, following Robespierre to resist the Dragon Witch. He originally gathered the French elite, but he did not expect that his success fell short in the end.
Frustrated, he just obeyed the biological survival instinct and escaped with the large army, but unexpectedly, he met the [Hero].
No, in this case, it should be called [Savior], right?
Judging from her size and attire, she should be a woman. She has beautiful golden braids and is holding a huge flag. Anyone who has ever raised a flag should know that the flag is actually very heavy. It will definitely not be able to do anything without a little strength.
It's meant to be carried up and used. Look at this blond woman, waving the battle flag without caring at all.
On the pure white flag, there is a beautiful iris tattoo. It is the flower that symbolizes France.
However, for some reason, this woman was wearing a fancy mask, the kind you would occasionally see at a dance party. She probably found it from the mansion of a wealthy merchant and aristocrat? Personally, he didn't want to believe it.
The woman who saved her was the kind of superficial woman who hangs out at dance parties.
Thanks to her guidance, as well as the man in white who came to help everyone before, the man called the Saint in White who can use wonderful spells. These two people protected most of the people and rushed out of Lyon in chaos.
Among them, escape to the west.
It was as if those flying dragons had received some kind of order. Once everyone got too far away, they would no longer pursue them. They would just surround Leon.
The two went back and forth many times. Except for some stubborn villagers who implemented ostrichism, they finally brought out all the soldiers and residents who could be brought out of Lyon. In this way, everyone finally arrived alive in the city in southwest France.
Bordeaux.
After losing Robespierre, everyone was originally planning to elect a new commander based on military rank. As a result, these high-ranking officials were more evasive than the last, saying that they were not capable enough and did not want to die, so they would not do it for anyone.
Isn't that right? Being a commander means you have to bear the greatest risks, because decapitation tactics are definitely aimed at commanders. Look at Robespierre. He is completely crazy. Who would dare?
And, to be honest, being a commander means that you are responsible for the lives of your subordinates. In this world, who still has this sense of responsibility?
As a last resort, two outsiders were finally appointed as commanders.
He was a small team of five or six people, hiding himself in weeds and hunting flying dragons that acted alone. This tactic that the regular army disdained was proposed by the blonde masked woman.
As for the specific details of the detachment, it was the suggestion given by Second Lieutenant Buwanaba.
Seemingly referring to relevant books about the East, Second Lieutenant Buwanaba suggested dividing the army into small groups of five to six people and spreading them out to hide.
Use dense camouflage to disguise yourself as a bush to avoid predators from flying dragons.
For a large army to fight, this kind of behavior is too irrational, because no one is stupid. Suddenly a lot of bushes appear on the prairie. This is obviously a problem, right?
However, flying dragons don't have this brain. They don't think about what vegetation is suitable for growing in what terrain.
Moreover, the magician in white is also equipped with a capture array with spell effects. First, let one person act as a bait to lure the flying dragon down, then use the capture array to catch it, and then kill it.
This is how it is done now.
Although the efficiency is not high, at least it is better than being killed unilaterally, right?
(The number of flying dragons is limited! As long as we work hard to kill them, we will definitely be able to wipe them all out one day.)
He had such a proud feeling in his heart.
Of course, there are also thoughts like "Maybe I can stand out from this war and show my masculine charm, and that masked beauty will favor me." Men! I do dream sometimes!
"Here we go again! Another flying dragon is coming from the sky!"
Upon hearing this, the man who commanded the small unit waved his hand, and everyone dispersed. He dropped a trap and wrapped turf around his body to disguise himself.
"Huh? How can there be so many shrubs on the prairie..."
The next moment, a woman's voice sounded.
A huge, dark, thick shadow blocked everyone's vision.
The capture array took effect, and two chains flew out and grabbed the black dragon's front legs. However, it just moved its body and broke away.
After all, the physical difference between it and the flying dragon is too big. This difference is just like that between mouse and tiger. Although the two words have similar pronunciation, and both are mammals, there is indeed a huge difference.
Although this black dragon belongs to the dragon species, it is definitely a high-level dragon species among the dragon species. No, it can even be said to be the highest-level dragon species.
On the black dragon's neck, a woman with an unhappy face stood holding a flag, her golden eyes filled with disdain and hatred.
"Huh? What is this? Do you want to use this to lock Fafnir? Tsk... burn them."
She gave an order, and the black dragon breathed out high-temperature flames. It was a powerful dragon's breath that did not even cause pain and could turn a person into charcoal in an instant.
"Bordeaux... hmm... the idiots who stubbornly resisted must have stayed here... hmm, anyway, let's go find that low-grade lizard first and ask about the situation."
She flicked her hair and her disdainful face was unmistakable...