"Your Majesty, Your Majesty! It's not good, Your Majesty!" An officer rushed into the temporary palace of the Emperor of the Storm Empire, pointing at the outside and shouting loudly: "The enemy is attacking! The horn has sounded!"
"Why panic? Organize the army! Prepare for war! Follow me out to kill the enemy!" The emperor of the Storm Empire is not a fool. He is also a heroic emperor. At this time, he is still very calm.
This has something to do with the external environment of the Storm Empire. There are four largest empires in the world, and the empires are not in harmony with each other, so the royal family has no choice but to act arbitrarily.
Even if a relatively dim emperor occasionally appears, he becomes shrewd in that environment surrounded by wolves. This is the so-called catfish effect.
As soon as the Emperor of the Storm Empire stretched out his hand, a guard helped him put on his armor. Two people helped him tie up the protective plate armor, and then hung a long sword on the waist of His Majesty the Emperor.
"Where's the war horse? Bring my horse!" The emperor of the Storm Empire ordered loudly as he walked outside.
"It's not good! It's not good! Something bad is going to happen!" Another officer stumbled in, fell to the ground, struggled to stand up, and rushed in front of his emperor.
Then, with a crying voice, he shouted to his emperor: "There are monsters! There are monsters that can breathe fire and attack the city!"
"Monster? What monster? How could there be a monster?" The emperor of the Storm Empire snorted coldly, very dissatisfied with his officers.
Being frightened like this by the enemy, he even doubted whether his generals had the courage to fight.
Before the Emperor of the Storm Empire could scold him, another officer walked into this small room.
As soon as he came in, he knelt down on one knee and reported to His Majesty the Emperor: "Your Majesty! I don't know why, but the war horses were so frightened that they shrank into a ball and couldn't move forward no matter how hard they whipped them! The knights were thinking of a way now, but for a while,
There is no way to go into battle."
"Trash! A bunch of trash!" The emperor of the Storm Empire looked angrily at the officers who rushed in one after another in front of him, his eyes full of anger.
The enemy is at hand, and the trumpets have already sounded. If you bastards don't go to the battlefield to kill the enemy, why do you come here to mourn for me?
While the Emperor of the Storm Empire and his generals were making a mess in the palace, Ildor pulled the reins of his mount and started diving again.
This time, he aimed his action at the city wall. Large crossbows were installed here. Such weapons may be a threat to him.
The opponent's anti-aircraft weapon positions must be destroyed as soon as possible. This is the combat doctrine of the Air Force of the Airanshir Empire.
These regulations are summed up from years of combat experience, so everyone firmly believes that such regulations are golden rules that can save the lives of soldiers.
With the howling wind, Ildor had already swooped down near the city wall. He had already seen some city guards running to the vicinity of the crossbows. Some had even begun to install huge arrows on the crossbows.
To be honest, Ildo doesn't really think so. What threat can these ancient weapons pose to the dragon knights?
In his eyes, these crossbow arrows looked very scary, but the actual aiming attack could only be said to have limited power.
To put it more bluntly, are these crossbows originally designed for ground targets? Are they used to destroy heavy weapons used in sieges? Or are they used to break the opponent's shield formation?
Is such a weapon powerful enough for air attack? But the accuracy of shooting is really unflattering.
First of all? An important difference between such ancient things as crossbows and modern anti-aircraft guns? It lies in their bases.
Modern anti-aircraft guns have complex bases that can support the rapid rotation of the anti-aircraft guns and calibrate the firing elements to achieve the effect of attacking air targets.
But that's not the case with ancient ballistas? That simple base can only achieve basic pitch and translation? It's used against the air. The response speed is too slow? It can't keep up at all.
The second question is that modern anti-aircraft guns have calibrated a precise aiming system based on the artillery trajectory. This complex aiming system includes simple ballistic prediction capabilities.
But in ancient times, there was no way to correct the shooting accuracy of the ballista itself, let alone the shooting and aiming system that only relied on fate. If you rely on chance to attack air targets, it is really just chance.
Despite this, Ildor cautiously swooped over the city wall from the side. He let his dragon open its mouth and spit out another blazing flame.
A line of flame traveled forward along the city wall, engulfing all the people and all weapons on the wall.
The round stone bullets stacked at the top of the city to defend against the enemy's climb even shattered in the high-temperature flames.
At the same time, those crossbow arrows that had just been loaded were burned to ashes by the flames before they had time to raise their heads and aim at the sky.
The people who controlled the ballista were ignited by the fire, screaming and fell from the top of the city. They fell to the bottom of the city and turned into burning flesh. But those who were directly evaporated in the flames did not even have time to scream.
Then, in the flames with terrifying temperatures, cracks began to appear on the stones on the city wall. When the second dragon knight swooped down and sprayed flames at the still burning city head, the entire city wall couldn't help but scorch and explode.
Collapse.
In a sea of fire, six helicopter engines roared over the burning city wall. Harold, who was sitting on the outermost side of the helicopter door, could even feel the steaming heat waves under his feet.
"The action begins! The countdown begins!" Pressing the timer on his wrist, Harold put on his mask, letting a white skull portrait replace his face.
He made a ready-to-fight gesture to his companions, and the helicopter had already descended in the square that had been scouted in advance.
"Go! Go! Go!" Harold jumped out of the cabin of the helicopter. At this moment, the helicopter was still at least 20 meters above the ground.
Harold, who was wearing a powered exoskeleton, hit the ground heavily on the weak ground. His legs were only slightly bent, but the moment he landed, he was as stable as a rock.
The next second, behind him, the second Elanthir Empire heavy armored grenadier landed heavily, splashing a cloud of dust.
Immediately afterwards, the third, fourth, fifth, and sixth heavy armored grenadiers landed on the ground one after another, as if the gods had descended into the world.