Black-haired Knight King of Chaldea

Chapter 355 Rebels in Bordeaux

Southwestern France, the city of Bordeaux.

France is famous for its perfume and red wine, and Bordeaux red wine is also a leader in French red wine.

Of course, in France where the evil dragon is now invading, no one has the heart to make red wine.

If it is an ordinary riot, those in power and the nobles can still firmly believe that these foolish people cannot touch themselves, and they can taste the sense of leisure and wealth while shaking their red wine glasses.However, dragons and sea monsters are unreasonable.

A furious person may calm down and listen to you, but a flying dragon that doesn't understand the language will never listen to what its food is saying.

Because the big nobles have no demand, naturally there are not many people to make wine.It's a pity for Bordeaux's signboard.

In a blue sky, the flying dragon roared and flew low and skimmed the ground.

Before, it vaguely discovered something on the ground.

Flying dragons are fantasy species, and such creatures did not exist in the world originally.All its abilities are conceived by people based on some creatures in reality.For example, vision, similar to that of a goshawk, has unique conditions when capturing dynamic objects.

It was looking for food just now, as if it found something on the ground, so it flew over at low altitude, but it didn't find it.

I think I may be wrong.The flying dragon lifted up, ready to fly into the sky again to continue searching——

"Close the net!"

Suddenly, the 【Haystack】 on the side shouted violently, and saw a man wearing a disguise made of thick grass leaves jumping out. The cyan chain grabbed the dragon's feet all at once.

Starting with this blow, four people around jumped out together, holding rifles in their hands, aiming at the restrained flying dragon and shooting indiscriminately.

It is of course impossible for ordinary firearms to break through the scales of flying dragons. Firearms, which lack mystery, are difficult to cause damage to fantasy species. Coupled with the super high defense of dragon scales, this is naturally even more so.

However, after the ammunition of these soldiers flew out, each shot was swaying with a beautiful flame. Once hit, the flaming shrapnel, like a drill, ruthlessly drilled into the scales, sank deep into them, and even directly began to tear the flesh .

The severe pain caused Feilong to wail several times, and finally drowned in his own wailing.

"Do it, do it!"

The commander breathed a sigh of relief, and sat down on the ground in a relaxed manner while wiping off the cold sweat from his forehead.

Although it has been the tenth time that he has hunted flying dragons, he still feels so nervous every time.

Yes, it is not uncommon to kill flying dragons on the Western Front.

Still thanks to Commander.

The commander thought so.

He was originally a soldier of the Accordbins, and he followed Robespierre to resist the Dragon Witch.Originally assembled the French elite, but did not expect to fall short in the end.

Discouraged, he just obeyed the survival instinct of a creature and fled with the large army, but he did not expect to meet the "hero".

No, in this case, it should be called [Savior], right?

Looking at her hair and attire, she should be a woman, with beautiful golden braids, and holding a huge flag in her hand. Anyone who has raised a flag before should know that the flag is actually very heavy. If you don’t have any strength, you can’t do it. Pick it up and use it.Look at this blond woman again, but she can wave the battle flag without paying attention at all.

On the pure white flag, there are beautiful irises tattooed on it.That is the flower that symbolizes France.

However, I don't know why, this woman is wearing a fancy mask, which is the kind that is occasionally seen at balls. It must have been found in the mansion of a wealthy businessman or noble?From a personal point of view, he didn't want to believe that the woman who saved him was the kind of superficial woman who went to the ball.

Thanks to her guidance, and the man in white who came to help everyone before, and the gentleman who is called the saint in white who can use wonderful spells.Protecting most of the people, the two rushed out of Lyon all the way, and fled westward in the chaos.

It seems that those flying dragons have received some kind of order, once everyone is too far away, they will stop chasing.Just surround Leon.

The two went back and forth many times. Except for some stubborn villagers who practiced ostrichism, they finally brought out all the soldiers and residents that could be brought out of Lyon.In this way, we finally came to Bordeaux, a city in southwest France, alive together.

Losing Robespierre, everyone originally planned to nominate a new commander according to military rank. As a result, these high-ranking ones are more evasive than the other, saying that they are not capable enough, and they don’t want to die, so no one will do it.

That's not it, being a commander means that you have to bear the greatest risk, because things like beheading tactics are definitely aimed at commanders.Look at Robespierre, the whole madness, who dares?Moreover, to be honest, being a commander means being responsible for the lives of your subordinates.In this world, who has the sense of responsibility?

As a last resort, two outsiders were appointed as commanders in the end.

My team, which is divided into five or six people, hides itself with weeds and hunts flying dragons acting alone. This tactic that the regular army disdains to use was proposed by the blond masked woman.

As for the specific details of the unit, it was the suggestion given by Second Lieutenant Buwanaba.

Seemingly referring to related books about the East, Second Lieutenant Buwanaba suggested that the army should be divided into teams of five to six people, scattered and concealed.

Use dense camouflage to disguise yourself as a bush to avoid predators from wyverns.

For a large army to fight, this kind of behavior is too irrational, because everyone is not stupid, a lot of bushes suddenly appear on the prairie, this is obviously a problem?

However, Feilong doesn't have such a brain.They don't think about what vegetation is suitable for growing on what terrain.

Moreover, the white-clothed magician is also assigned to the capture formation with magical effects. First, let a person act as a bait to lure the flying dragon down, then use the capture formation 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, we will definitely wipe them all out one day.)
He had such a feeling of pride in his heart.

Of course, there are also thoughts like "Maybe I can stand out from this battle and show my masculine charm, and that masked beauty will favor me more".Man!Occasionally it is a dream!
"It's coming again! Another flying dragon is coming from the sky!"

Upon hearing this, the man in command of the small unit waved, and everyone dispersed, dropping a capture trap, wrapping turf around the body, and camouflaged.

"Huh? On the prairie, how can there be so many shrubs..."

The next moment, a woman's voice sounded.

A huge, dark shadow of some kind obscured everyone's vision.

The capture formation took effect, two chains flew out and grabbed the black dragon's front legs, however, it just moved its body and broke away from the thing.

After all, the physical difference between it and the flying dragon is too great.This difference is like a mouse and a tiger. Although they both have similar pronunciations, and both of them are mammals, the difference is indeed too far.

Although this black dragon belongs to the dragon species, it is definitely the upper dragon species among the dragon species.No, it can even be said that the highest level of dragon species is not an exaggeration.

On the black dragon's neck, a displeased woman stood holding a flag, her golden eyes filled with disdain and hatred.

"Huh? What is this thing? You want to lock Fafner with this? Tsk... burn them."

She gave an order, and the black dragon spit out high-temperature flames. It was a powerful dragon's breath that would turn people into charcoal in an instant without even pain.

"Bordeaux...hmph...the idiots who are stubbornly resisting, they are staying here...hmph, anyway, let's go to that inferior lizard first and ask about the situation."

When she flicked her hair, that disdainful face couldn't be wrong...

Joan of Arc.

It's her.

(End of this chapter)