Queo suddenly raised his head and raised his hand to cast a "Flame Spear" into the sky. The long spear condensed from fire elements quickly drew a bright trail in the sky. The power of this lord's hateful attack was truly astonishing. But soon, the "Flame Spear" that flew from below to above began to slow down in the sky.
The "Albatross" transport plane looked slow, but that was because of the long distance. In fact, after all the bombs were dropped, it could reach a speed of more than 250 kilometers per hour, which was not slow at all compared to land transportation. Even though Queo's spell was locked on by the spirit, the attack from below had to fight against gravity and the strong wind at high altitude.
As a result, when this "Flame Spear Technique" flew to an altitude of a kilometer or so, it deviated from its original flight path by a large margin. When it rose to an altitude of two kilometers, it had already lost its original flight speed and began to sway unstably.
Although Queo was a Demigod, he had not reached the point where he could ignore time and space. He had hurriedly launched this attack out of hatred and did not consider the impact of the "ground to air". Thus, no matter how hard he tried to control the "Flame Spear", it was still more than a kilometer away from the "Albatross" due to its lack of strength.
Therefore, the entire Enrique City, including the soldiers in Efta's camp, witnessed the scene of the "Flame Spear" being shaken off by the "Albatross".
When Queo wanted to cast a second attack, the "Albatross" had already flown far away. It flew higher and hid among the white clouds.
"You will pay the price!"
Queo knew that there must be Dragons around him who had witnessed him "making a fool of himself." Finally, he could not hold back the anger in his heart and shouted this sentence with a ferocious expression.
However, this angry lord did not realize that in the ruins beside him, inconspicuous vines were spreading through the cracks.
*****
The bombardment lasted until the sun set.
In order to ensure the life of the crystal cannons, after the first three rounds, the subsequent bombardments were basically more than 40 minutes apart. But even so, there were still six crystal cannons that had problems. At this moment, they had been hauled by trucks back to Lannis Town, the first rear base, for maintenance.
On this day, the infantrymen who were on standby in the trenches were the most bored. The most they did was to plug their ears during the bombardment. Later on, the commanding officer ordered them to continue digging trenches and bunkers. Thus, this group of soldiers experienced the boring experience of digging trenches in the middle of a 'decisive battle'.
On the other hand, the engineering company was much busier than them. When the platoon leader, Roshak, was finally replaced, his uniform was covered in white sweat that had been left behind after his sweat had dried. This was because they had been solving various problems caused by the resonance vibration in the cannon truck workshops. After all, Afta Military was still in its infancy. These trucks were put into use after a long journey of thousands of kilometers, and it was inevitable that there would be many minor problems.
Fortunately, the quality of these people in the engineering company was excellent. By nightfall, most of the problems had been solved or replaced. The barracks behind the position lit up, and the aroma of food filled the air. Roshak could not help but swallow his saliva. Before the battle in the morning, everyone was given individual rations, so everyone had lunch in the trenches.
But no one expected that the war had only been going on for a day, and everyone could still take turns to eat in the "canteen" at the frontline...
Hearing the order for the company to assemble not far away, he hung the kettle on his waist, got up, and called his soldiers to stand in line. Soon, the engineering company came to the rear camp area shouting the slogan "One, two, one". They first lined up to wash their hands, then cleaned the lid of the kettle, and used it as a container to receive dinner. Dinner was mutton soup and bread with meat stuffing. The logistics staff saw Roshak and said with a smile, "You are the busiest today. Eat more!"
As he spoke, he gave Roshak two servings, and the latter also thanked him politely. He then realized that this was indeed "preferential treatment" for the engineering company because each soldier of the engineering company received more food than the infantrymen.
The so-called "canteen" was an open space specially pulled out. There was not even a table. More than a dozen logs were placed as stools. Everyone had a place to sit and eat. It was also a rare moment of relaxation in the day. It was just that the soldiers had developed the habit of not talking during meals. Everyone sat there and listened to the chirping of the insects. They quickly swept away the food in their hands and then left under the leadership of the platoon leaders to make room for the next batch of people.
"Platoon leader, are there any missions tonight?"
"The company commander said it's a rest night. Everyone, go back and sleep early."
He took the three squads back to the camp. It was now free time to rest, but everyone still spoke in a low voice.
"After a day of bombardment, will the royal army attack again at night?"
"This is not something we should think about. We are now in a state of Level One combat readiness. Even when we rest, we have to be ready for battle. Keep your armor and weapons by your side. Got it?"
"Got it! Platoon leader! "
"Good. Dismissed. Go and rest."
Compared to a normal army, the Eiffel Camp had so many rules that it made people's hair stand on end. The most insane thing was that any soldier randomly picked from the camp could memorize these rules. With such management rules, the camp could be so orderly.
Roshak often thought about the difference between this army and the gangster-like army he knew in the past. The biggest difference he could think of now was that every soldier remembered the "rules" in their hearts, and under the influence of the accumulation of time, they had developed the habit of abiding by and even protecting it together.
These rules made the management of the entire army extremely simple and efficient. It also gave the soldiers a sense of honor they had never felt before. As long as Roshak saw his epaulets, he would feel an inexplicable sense of pride spread from the bottom of his heart. This was something he had never experienced before.
Seeing that the soldiers under him had all returned to their dormitories, Roshak also planned to go back to his tent to rest. But before he reached the tent, lightning flashed above his head.
Thunder followed. It was the rainy season, and the soldiers were used to it. They only complained that such weather would make the trenches muddy. Roshak looked up and suddenly found something wrong. In his field of vision, dense raindrops had begun to fall, but he could not hear the expected sound of the raindrops falling. The others also noticed this and ran out to take a look. It did not take long for them to realize that there was a magic array blocking the downpour outside for them.
The constant flashes of lightning allowed them to see the invisible barrier above their heads blocking the rain. The barrier was so large that it not only covered the entire camp but also the trenches in front of them. Roshak was a little stunned because he remembered that it had rained when he was in Lannis Town. But why was there no such barrier at that time?
But it was better than nothing. Everyone just took it as Sir Sodelor's preparations to ensure their safety and went back to sleep happily.
*****
In the city of Enrique, the heavy rain made the wounded under the ruins suffer even more.
Charles II and the nobles had moved to a tavern in the city to rest. This was one of the few buildings that had not been completely destroyed. Except for more than half of the second floor that had been blown away by the impact, the main stone structure of the first floor was still there. The tavern owner had prepared meals for these nobles and emperors, but the atmosphere of their meal was similar to that of a funeral.
The rooms on the second floor were basically destroyed, and these nobles could only barely sleep on the floor on the first floor. At night, the heavy rain poured down, and the leaking water made people wet and uncomfortable. Charles II took the lead in plugging the leaking floor on the second floor, but in the end, only they knew how many people fell asleep.
The next morning, when the ashen-faced Charles II sat up, he suddenly heard a strange hiss.
He rubbed his neck, which was a little stiff, and stepped out of the house. The door of the house had actually been shaken down in the bombing, and now it was simply left open. He reached out to push it, and the door fell to the ground with a bang. The dazzling sunlight made Charles II squint his eyes. He raised his head with two dark circles under his eyes, but he suddenly froze in place …
In the sky in his field of vision, there were huge red figures hovering.
"Dragons! It's Dragons! "
A noble behind him suddenly shouted. These old fellows immediately broke away from their dejected state and walked out of the tavern one by one, stepping on the puddles and mud. Charles II was escorted out, and only then did he realize that there were far more Dragons in the sky than he had just seen. Looking around, there were nearly a hundred of these crimson dragons, more than ten meters long and with huge fangs!
"The Dragons are finally making their move."
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