Stratholme God

   Chapter 352 Our Air Force

   Frontline, Base No. 4, this is a group of bunkers 40 kilometers away from Andorhal Fortress.

   With this as the core, the defense line of the Christmas tree shape has been shrunk to a very low level.

   "Gargoyle! Gargoyle!" shouted an Alliance lieutenant.

   But the other party is too fast!

Taking advantage of the dark, the shadow of a smudge of ashes swooped down at a high speed, a very simple and practical right flip escaped the attack of the last two ballistas, and blew the ballista with sharp and strong claws. Captivate a ballista into the sky.

   "No! Ah, save me—"

   The mournful cry for help made the hearts of all the surrounding Alliance soldiers aching.

   Within three seconds, the last scream was heard, and a small area of ​​blood rained again from the sky.

   He was dismembered by two gargoyles.

   "Damn it! Where's our air force? Where's our anti-aircraft artillery!?" A soldier punched the wall of the bunker angrily.

   The lieutenant's face was filled with sadness and helplessness: "They must give priority to protecting the artillery positions."

   "I know, but..."

The truth of    is understood by every veteran.

The fact that the    Alliance can achieve what it is today is amazing.

   A few years ago, everyone was still a 'primitive' with a bow and crossbow. Where did so many anti-air weapons or air force come from?

   The only griffin is also an emergency credit.

   also maintains a squadron of 50 griffins in the royal family of Lordaeron.

   At this time, facing the seemingly endless corpse tide of the Scourge Legion, the long-range artillery must be guaranteed. Without these cannons, the Alliance soldiers would have to fight those undead monsters with flesh and blood at all times.

  Theoretically, 100 of this weakened version of the Bofors M32 can guarantee the alliance's current defense line of 100 kilometers from north to south. After all, this type of anti-aircraft gun (note that it is a weakened version) can have a range of more than 3 kilometers.

   In practice, artillery positions must be protected. The commander of the Scourge Corps is not a brainless idiot. It is military common sense to give priority to taking down the heavy firepower of the other party.

   The last time there were more than a thousand gargoyles in a collective dive, they knocked down the position formed by the alliance's two howitzer companies in one fell swoop.

   Arthas died of heartache.

   At this point in time, I would rather die 10,000 soldiers than lose so many guns and the corresponding gun crew.

   Infantry is relatively easy to replenish.

   There is no other way but to divide the artillery into five major artillery positions and place them in the relatively back positions, and then arrange 12 Bofors anti-aircraft guns in each artillery camp.

   The last to be assigned to the front line are only rare anti-aircraft guns and old-fashioned ballistas.

  To be fair, the old-fashioned ballista has insufficient shooting angle and insufficient power range. Against gargoyles, ballistas that exceed 200 meters have little lethality. This has left the front line in a situation of passive beating for a long time.

   "Be careful!" The lieutenant of the Alliance suddenly caught a glimpse of a gargoyle who actually lifted a rock the size of a water tank and threw it from a height of 300 meters.

   "Boom!" The loud noise that seemed to turn the world upside down shook the ears of the Alliance soldiers in the bunker.

   Thanks to the excellent construction quality of the bunker, when a large amount of sand and gravel smashed down, the iron helmets of the soldiers were dented.

The    boulder did not penetrate the top layer of the bunker.

  You can see that the steel bar has turned into a funnel shape, and at least caught the big stone thrown down.

   "Damn, if we had an Air Force..."

  A miracle happened!

   As if answering the prayers of the veterans, a shocking dragon roar suddenly came from the night sky.

  “Ow—”

The    bunker was hit by a violent air current, and suddenly the whole thing shook.

  More gravel poured down, causing the soldiers inside to scream.

   In the distance of the bunker, Arthas, who was commanding the battle at the top of a medium-sized fortress, could see it more clearly, and a behemoth was passing through the air.

  It flapped wings wide enough to cover five parallel tanks, and every time the wings vibrated, the wind rolled up like a storm.

   and the bed crossbow arrows that were shot into the sky were all smashed into the air.

   There was a panicked scream from the entire Alliance position.

   For a moment, Arthas thought that this line of defense would be unstoppable.

   The black dragon took a deep breath.

   The next second, a brilliant rainbow swept across the entire alliance defense line. Even on the ground, the temperature instantly rose by more than ten degrees.

  The turbulence formed by the air carried scattered flames, causing the soldiers to subconsciously fall to the ground and dare not look up.

   Contrary to the expectations of all the alliance soldiers, the fierce dragon breath did not pour out on the alliance positions, and it did not cause any ground buildings to catch fire.

   In contrast, a large piece of gargoyle in the air fell with blood mold.

   Their hard bodies were instantly brittle and turned into plaster-like objects under the blow of the terrifying dragon breath with dual attributes of shadow and flame.

   The fan shape of nearly 180 degrees [deep breath], let alone sweeping away more than a hundred gargoyles.

   did not give them a chance to escape. The huge black dragon fluttered its wings and accelerated again, rushing to the front of the remnant enemy, which is a unique aerial flick of the dragon family.

  The meteor hammer-shaped dragon tail, which is even bigger and more brutal than a battering ram, draws an undulating curve in the air.

   A sweep, more than twenty gargoyles were blown up in one second.

   Next, the wing flapper swiped the tail, and the gargoyle in the sky was swept away by this black dragon.

   Until then, the Alliance soldiers looked at each other in disbelief.

   "This black dragon is helping us?"

   "Look at its chest!"

   It wasn't until the black dragon hovered at a height of 100 meters in the air that everyone saw that there was a metal plate hanging on the black dragon's chest, with a very clear golden trident Peugeot on it.

   "Dragon of the Trident Legion!?" Everyone was dumbfounded.

   The black dragon roared happily in the air, then turned around and accelerated towards the fortress where Arthas was.

   "Ah!" Someone screamed.

   The five-story bunker, in front of the black dragon with its head raised, also just flattened its head.

   Looking at the black dragon's uneven, cuticle-covered lizard face, and at the black dragon's huge mouth that seems to be open at any time, many people were too frightened to speak.

   Facing the indifferent look in the black dragon's eyes, Arthas was a little excited.

   He probed: "Katrina?"

  The huge dragon mouth spit out the standard common language: "Bah! I am the great black dragon princess Onyxia!"

  Bah, it's not an onomatopoeia, but she really spit out the saliva of His Royal Highness the former prince. That dragon saliva did not nearly drown the two fools.

  The giant dragon didn't shake the two fools, and turned his head: "Hey! What about the promised supper? I'm hungry."

   Not many people dare to meet the terrifying eyes of the giant dragon. Just being looked down at by these terrifying eyes is enough to make most people lose their courage.

   At this moment, a team of trident operators ran over, pushing a flatbed cart, with a roasted whole cow that was roasted to golden brown exuding an attractive aroma.

   "Come on!"

  The black dragon immediately abandoned the prince and turned his head. The dragon's claws were like a toothpick picked up by a human, and he picked up a steel pipe dressed in cows, and feasted on the beef.

   (end of this chapter)