The Iron Mecha Dragon has few friends

Chapter 36
At three o'clock in the afternoon, the gnolls, who had been fighting all the way, finally came to the largest tribe in the Goblin Woodland.

This is a wide open space in the forest. The hobgoblin tribe is in the center of the open space, with a solid stone wall more than three meters high.

This is a tough battle. If Dracon let the cannon fodder go first like the traditional dragon, it will be difficult to attack the hobgoblin tribe even if all the gnolls are dead.

"It's a bit like a monster attacking the city, I like it."

Dragon enthusiastically commanded the gnolls to cut down trees to make siege equipment. Although he couldn't make cannons for a while, he couldn't happily use Napoleon to bombard the goblins, but how many catapults would crash?
Soon, under the watchful eyes of Dragon's kind and friendly gaze, the jackals chopped down big trees one after another as if their tails were on fire, and made the wood into suitable parts.

Then, Dragon can happily assemble the large blocks.

Before dusk, the exhausted and half-dead wolves finally completed their preparations for attacking the city.

Dragon sat on the wooden throne, smoking a wooden pipe that he took out from nowhere, full of vigor and cosplay.

"Little ones, let's end the battle before dark!"

"attack!"

"Oh!"

The starting gun sounded, and the jackal standing next to the two light counterweight catapults immediately untied the rope.The wooden box loaded with counterweights fell immediately, and the potential energy was converted into kinetic energy, and the stone projectile was thrown out.

Two [-]-jin stone bullets smashed into the wall with a whistling sound and a wonderful parabola.With a bang, it shattered into pieces, and at the same time, it also left a lot of pits on the stone wall.

The sense of the times is full, and Dragon is very satisfied.However, there is no way to attack the hobgoblin tribe before evening only by catapults, and infantry must be charged.

"GO! GO! GO!"

He waved his paw lazily, and the twelve unlucky gnolls could only forcefully rush towards the gate of the hobgoblin tribe with a shield in one hand and a push car with the other hand.

Dragon feels like he's playing a live-action monster siege, but the hobgoblins standing behind the walls don't feel like it at all.

It doesn't matter if you crash a car, it's nothing more than a wheel strut and a wood bump, and monsters with a little organization can play it.

But the catapult is still a very advanced counterweight catapult!The other side is really a jackal with an intelligence of only 8?It's not a cunning human being in disguise, is it?

The hobgoblin warriors defending the city panicked, and the hobgoblin priests in charge of commanding the city defenses panicked even more.

"These damned puppies! They are not afraid of elves!"

"Look at me sending bed crossbows, send them to the sky one by one!!"

At the order of the hobgoblin priest, the hobgoblin warrior immediately pushed the four bed crossbows hidden behind the wall to the shooting position, quickly aimed at the crash car that was still advancing towards the gate, and pulled the trigger hard.

collapse!
collapse!
collapse!
collapse!
A dozen crossbow strings twisted from beef tendons buzzed and trembled, and four heavy crossbow bolts, nearly two meters long and thicker than a thumb, directly shot through the five-centimeter-thick wooden baffle of the crash car.

The two unlucky guys were directly shot over by the bed crossbow, and Dragon was furious. These gnolls were all mining machines he had worked so hard to abduct. How could they be allowed to be killed before they got their money back?
"Kouya! What a hobgoblin! How dare you kill my dog!"

He raised his front paw and fired.

The 18.5mm caliber high-explosive armor-piercing projectile directly shattered all the exposed bed crossbows, and the hobgoblin shooter who operated the bed crossbow was also seriously injured by flying shrapnel.

"Damn! What kind of spell is this!!"

The young priest who hid behind the battlements and observed broke out in a cold sweat. A young dragon should not be able to cast advanced spells. What kind of spell is so powerful after more than 300 meters?
"strangeness……"

The old priest wearing heavy chain armor and holding the Morningstar Hammer walked to the burning bed crossbow fragments and pulled out a piece of shrapnel.

"It doesn't seem to be a spell, but an arrow that will explode."

The old priest approached the battlements suspiciously, and looked at the mechanical thing sitting on the wooden throne in the distance, which looked like a dragon but more like a construct.

"What the hell are you..."

After the bed crossbow was destroyed, the crossbow in the hobgoblin's hand couldn't shoot through the crash plate at all.

Ten minutes later, the young priest became more and more anxious as he saw that the Gnoll's crash car was about to be pushed in front of the gate.

"High Priest, the gate of our tribe can't stop the collision! Should we use spells or pour oil? You have an idea of ​​what to do!"

"Don't worry," the old priest observed Dragon calmly, "wait and see."

"Wait again? Wait any longer and the city gate will be shut down"

Boom!
Before the young priest could finish his sentence, the bumper hit the heavy wooden door covered with a layer of iron.

Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Once, twice, three times, the gate trembled slightly. Although the gate of the hobgoblin tribe was five inches thick, it was nailed with a layer of one-centimeter-thick iron plate, and there were five ten-centimeter-thick square wooden bolts pinned to the back of the door. .

But none of the hobgoblins thought that this alone could stop the gnolls.

"High Priest!!!"

The young priest was so anxious that his forehead was sweating, but the old priest had only one sentence.

"Wait and see..."

The young priest was anxious and angry, speechless, waved his hand fiercely for a long time, turned around and went down the city wall to organize a battle.

"The high priest is really old and confused..."

Ten minutes later, with the unremitting efforts of the jackals, the gate of the hobgoblin tribe finally... held on.

In fact, the connection between the gate and the city wall had been broken, but the five bolts that penetrated into the stone wall still supported the gate.

After all, crashing a car is no match for a cannon.

"Crash and move left five meters."

Dragon gave Hogg an order, Hogg nodded, turned around and grabbed a gnoll who was watching the fun, and stuffed it with a shield.

"The boss told me to move the car five meters to the left after the collision."

The gnoll who took the shield looked at Hogg stupidly, so Hogg raised his battle axe.

"Wow woof woof woof!!!"

The unlucky Gnoll covered his head with a shield, and under the cold arrows of the hobgoblin, he rushed to the crash team.

The crashed car moved away quickly, and Dragon determined the position of the door latch from the middle of the cracked and moving door, and directly opened the way with high-explosive armor-piercing projectiles.

"Oh ha ha ha ha, all kinds of spells, this is ten companies of high-explosive armor-piercing bullets!"

Amid Dragon's wild laughter, the heavy wooden door fell to the ground.

Hogg led a group of the strongest hunters, wearing the armor that had just been stripped from the hobgoblin soldiers, holding a wooden shield in one hand and a steel sword generously donated by the hobgoblin in the other, and charged towards the hobgoblin tribe that had broken through the last line of defense .

It's time for hand to hand combat!

Dragon also spread his wings, and steam mixed with flames burst out violently, pushing Dragon, who already weighed more than a thousand catties, into the sky.

"It's finally coming..."

The old priest held the morning star hammer tightly, his cloudy eyes were as cold as ice.

"A baby dragon of a metal dragon can be changed for at least another 20 years..."

(End of this chapter)