When those dark mages escaped from the war fortress that was about to explode, the eagle roared past them, just passing by them.
Under the disturbance of the strong air flow, the dark mages stood unsteadily in mid-air and almost fell from the air.
They all looked at it intently, and then they were all stunned in shock.
What a weird thing that is~!
Its dark appearance, slender body, wide wings, eagle-like tail, and lightning-like speed...
At first glance, I thought it was some unknown magical creature.
These completely subvert the dark mage's understanding of the war fortress.
In their thinking that has been unchanged for more than a thousand years, a war fortress should not be like this.
Whether it is the Maple Leaf Danlin Linzhao War Fortress, or the lightning squadron chasing and circling in the sky at this moment, despite their different appearances, they still conform to the traditional concept of a war fortress - a wide and solid base, and a magic circle obelisk that runs through the entire war fortress.
There are also hard and thick outer walls and powerful cannons on the war fortress.
It is said that everything changes but never departs from its origin.
No matter what kind of change, there should be a limit.
Let everyone have a basic ideological tolerance. But... But this flying machine as flexible as a loach is not in line with the common sense of dark mages. It is not even in line with the common sense of magicians.
Some people even couldn't help but groan, murmuring helplessly and desperately: "This... this is so unscientific."
They couldn't even understand how a huge magic array could be crammed into such a small space.
Not to mention its breathtaking flexibility, which is no longer magic, but a miracle.
The dark mage who was escaping in the air saw helplessly that the war fortress like a big bird was swooping down vertically with its head down and a sharp whistling sound.
At a distance of 100 meters, a shot was fired at the head of a black war fortress of the undead.
Immediately afterwards, a gorgeous firework exploded from the lookout post on the spire of the war fortress.
In the rumbling explosion, all the people who were sitting inside flew out like tattered ragdolls. They were mixed with the falling bricks and fell to the ground together.
Everyone couldn't help but sigh, those unlucky guys were definitely dead.
But at the same time, they were also vaguely happy, because the big bird was only a few dozen meters away from the war fortress, and it looked like it was about to hit the exploding war fortress in the next second.
Flying at such a high speed, if it hits the hard wall of the war fortress, it will definitely turn into a pool of blood like an egg hitting a rock.
But in the next moment, their eyes widened in surprise.
I saw the big bird pulling up at an extremely incredible angle, instantly changing from a vertical dive to flying sideways, its belly almost brushing against the thick and hard wall of the Undead War Fortress as it passed by at high speed.
Some people even saw the big bird's belly rubbing against the wall of the war fortress, creating a trail of sparks.
At this time, the dark mage in the attacked war fortress also saw the Eagle Style, and then used all his strength to desperately change the angle of the magic cannon.
But when they turned the magic cannon to attack the Eagle, the Eagle had already rolled to the left, the fuselage sank, and disappeared from the dark mage's sight.
For the undead in the sky, a nasty little thing suddenly appeared among them, buzzing around them like a fly that couldn't be driven away.
The dark mage wanted to grab it, twist off its head, tear out its intestines, and tear it into pieces to relieve its hatred.
However, because the Eagle was too fast and its flight was too flexible, the dark mages in the War Fortress had no time to take aim when they saw it. By the time they turned the magic cannon around, the Eagle had already disappeared without a trace.
The most hateful thing is that the pilots in that weird war fortress always let out a crazy scream or laugh whenever they get close to the undead war fortress, as if they are mocking their incompetence.
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"Come and hit me, come on!" In the cockpit of the Eagle, pilot Ferreira burst out laughing wildly.
At this moment, his spirit was highly excited, his eyes turned red, and he stared at the black war fortress in the sky, his nostrils opened and closed, and he breathed heavily.
He kept mumbling: "Next, who's next? Aha. Baby, it's you."
Ferreira's eyes were fixed on an undead war fortress in front of him, he grinned and let out a "Jiejie" evil laugh, and said affectionately: "Baby, don't be afraid, brother, I'm coming, don't run away,
Don't run away, let me take one shot, brother, just one shot..."
The tone sounded like he was expressing his emotions to his lover. The disgusting person would even spit out the meal he had the day before yesterday, but his eyes were as fierce and greedy as a jackal. He pressed his hands firmly on the console and at the same time put his feet down.
Push the pedal that controls the wing firmly.
The Eagle suddenly began to climb vertically, feeling the smooth flight of the Eagle from the sharp change in acceleration. Ferreira stroked the console with his hands and said affectionately: "Oh, my dear, you are so obedient. I
Love you so much."
Along with the high-speed maneuver of the Eagle, the bright red scarf around Ferreira's neck hung down. He released one hand to grab the beautiful scarf, put it on his lips and kissed it affectionately, saying: "If you want to hit, hit."
Hit, you must hit."
With an "arrogant" roar, the Eagle lifted up from a low altitude like an assassin and rushed towards the war fortress in a blind corner that the dark mage could not see.
"Get ready, get ready, it's close, it's close." Ferreira leaned forward with his upper body, staring at the black base of the undead war fortress above his head, and kept muttering "It's close, it's close...".
The shape of the undead war fortress expanded rapidly in his eyes. When it approached a distance of more than a hundred meters, the huge figure of the war fortress almost filled the entire line of sight.
Ferreira immediately shouted: "Fire~!"
As his voice fell, the Eagle suddenly trembled, and the cannon located at the lower part of the nose quickly sprayed out a stream of flames. A muffled sound exploded in the cockpit.
In the blink of an eye, the base of the war fortress exploded above his head, and a ball of orange flames bloomed like a flower.
"Haha..." Ferreira trembled and burst into hysterical laughter, shouting: "Did you see it? Hit, hit again~!"
Are we geniuses?"
There was first a muffled groan from the cockpit behind him, and then a cold voice said: "I saw it."
That is the co-pilot on the Eagle - the fire controller. He is responsible for loading and firing. And in order to fight against dark spells, he also has another profession: the priest of the Holy See.
However, due to the Eagle design, I could only sit in the cabin, which was extremely boring compared to Ferreira's position. I could only keep my head down and fire according to Ferreira's instructions.
In addition, Ferreira was like crazy and kept yelling and screaming.
Therefore, although as a gunner, he cooperated with Ferreira and made many achievements, he was never very interested.
The base of the undead war fortress was penetrated by this cannon, and thick smoke billowed out from the gap.
Since the cannonball penetrated the base, it also destroyed the magic array located on the base. Therefore, the war fortress lost most of its power in an instant.
Although the dark mages inside tried their best, the war fortress still trembled and fell toward the ground.
At this time, the Eagle was already roaring towards the ground, and was about to hit the base of the war fortress. Ferreira's foot stamped hard on the pedal, and at the same time, he poured mana into the console with both hands.
The eagle made an agile roll. It flew out from under the punctured base and rushed into the air against the undead war fortress.
The moment they passed each other, Ferreira's cockpit roof was facing the window of the war fortress. He raised his hand and gave a middle finger to the dark mage in the war fortress, and yelled at them crazily: "Does it feel good?
?Son of a bitch~!”
Through the glass window on the top, he could clearly see the panicked dark mage in the undead war fortress.
At this time, there was a clanging sound of metal coming from the back seat. Then there was a pleasant metallic clang.
A brass cannon shell emitted gray smoke and jumped out from behind the barrel.
A pungent smell instantly filled the cabin.
Kicking the hot shell to the side, the loader in the back seat skillfully unlocked the holder on the shell storage rack, grabbed a shell in his hand, and stuffed it into the gun barrel without looking at it, clatter.
He locked the gun door and said in a deep voice: "Loading is complete. You can fire again."
"Ah. You are so good, Shard, I love you so much. What would I do without you?" Ferreira happily shouted to the loader in the back seat without looking back.
"Death~!" Shard replied lazily, grabbed the shell casings rolling on the ground, and stuffed them into an iron bucket that could only be opened in one direction. There were already more than a dozen shell casings filled there.
Ferreira laughed loudly and shouted: "You are absolutely right, Shard. Hey, I caught another slutty little bitch from the undead tribe. Where do you think we should shoot it from this time?"
If it were in the past, after hearing such filthy words, Shard would have crossed himself on his chest and then devoutly reported his thoughts to the God of Light. But at this time, the loader just shrugged helplessly——
He had long been accustomed to Ferreira's madness. In fact, he had always suspected that the pilot was really a madman.
He was normal on the ground, but once he rose into the air, Ferreira seemed to be on stimulants. He would keep yelling, stamping his feet crazily on his seat, and cursing all kinds of things.
The dirty words that hit my ears. At the same time, he controlled the Eagle pose to perform extreme maneuvers.
Ferreira was even more desperate during the battle. Although the latest artillery installed on the Eagle had a range of three thousand meters, and the best range was more than one thousand meters, Ferreira, a madman, just liked to get close and fight.
And he had to get even closer. He always rushed to a distance of two to three hundred meters from the undead war fortress before firing. At such a short distance, he would naturally hit the target with perfect accuracy.
The purpose of firing from such a close distance is to show off to the dark mage after getting close to the target, and clearly tell the undead: I am the one who hit you, what can you do?
It was because of this that the dark mage was so angry that he screamed.
For Shard, this is not fighting, this is risking one's life.
Schalde has long seen that Ferreira is extremely arrogant and showy at heart, and his mind is abnormal.
But his flying skills are really good, and all the seemingly dangerous close movements can be performed with ease in his hands.
"Where did the company find such a top quality person?" Shard wondered secretly.
"Then it's head-on," Ferreira shouted, controlling the Eagle to rise high into the sky. Then he turned around and dived bravely with his nose down.
Since the undead's thinking had already gone astray during the design, their war fortress was an idiot from the beginning.
It is not designed for air combat at all. It is only used as a flying mobile fortress.
Therefore, it has many shortcomings. In the words of Lord Luo, this thing looks mighty, but in fact it is just a sieve from top to bottom, full of flaws and loopholes.
The best direction to attack is at its bottom, where the magic array is located. And there is not much armor protection, just like a person's soft lower abdomen. Just one shot can penetrate the base and destroy its magic array. Then
The war fortress will lie motionless like a dead dog.
When it lies still, the rest of the time, whether you want to put candles on it, use a leather whip, or bind it with turtle shells... you can torture it however you want.
The second is its top, because that is not only the defensive blind spot of the war fortress magic cannon, but also the location of the enemy's bridge headquarters. If you are lucky, you can take out all the mages inside with one shot.
Next is the rear. It is extremely difficult and slow for the magic cannon to turn on the war fortress. Look at the direction of the magic cannon, then turn behind it and kick its butt as hard as you can.
The air-piercing scream of the Eagle aroused the ideas of the dark mages on the War Fortress, and they captured the graceful appearance of the Eagle.
The black war fortress began to maneuver to the left and escape.
"Hey, don't run away if you have the guts, you bastard~!" Ferreira yelled in the cockpit, constantly adjusting the direction of the Eagle. He tried hard to aim the nose of the aircraft at the war fortress below, and stretched out his tongue to lick the dry and cracked skin.
His lips said sternly: "You can't run away, little girl."
Compared with the Eagle Style, the war fortress of the undead was too clumsy. In Ferreira's eyes, his target was like a fat woman weighing 400 pounds, shaking her fat butt on the street.
Pendulum 'run'.
He only needs to move the tail fin, and the Eagle's muzzle will firmly lock on the target.
At a height of more than 100 meters above the head of the Undead War Fortress, Ferreira shouted angrily again: "Fire~!"
Shard, who was in the back cabin, pulled the trigger hard.
The Eagle shuddered, and the shells ejected from the cannon, accurately hitting the war fortress, tearing apart one of its walls in the explosion.
Ferreira clearly saw a man in black robes being blown away from the war fortress by the explosion. He rolled towards the ground and fell.
"Hey~! Hit again, hit again~!" He shouted excitedly: "Which number is this?"
"Fifteen." Shard's steady voice came from the back seat and said, "But you only shot down two."
Ferreira seemed to have been stabbed by someone, his face immediately darkened, and he said angrily: "It's not because the artillery is too powerful. That bastard Hicks is only willing to install a 40mm cannon for me."
Schaald's tone was cold and he said unceremoniously: "With a one-hundred-millimeter caliber, our plane will disintegrate after one shot."
Hicks curled his lips helplessly, looked at the sky outside the window, and suddenly shouted: "They retreat~!"
Shard also saw through the glass window that the war fortresses of the undead gathered together outside, firing at the lightning squadron that was chasing them while flying rapidly to the west, obviously trying to escape.
The Lightning Squadron chased for a while and then stopped, watching the undead war fortress leave. Kappeler seemed too lazy to chase them.
Ferreira's eyes showed a fierce light and he said: "Let's catch up. If I kill one more, I will become a trump card."
"I want to remind you," Shard's old-fashioned voice said: "We only have enough magic crystals for ten minutes. If you don't want to land in the demon camp, you'd better retreat now."
Ferreira seemed to have been hit on the back of the head with a stick, his expression suddenly fell, and he said with a sad face: "Asshole, why didn't you warn me earlier? If you had known, you wouldn't have played. My ace was gone."
Shard said coldly: "You deserve it. I reminded you three times twenty minutes ago."
The Sky Lightning Squadron is still circling to prevent the Undead's war fortress from counterattacking.
On the ground, the battle in the trenches of Weizi City was raging.
Orlandini invested 200,000 Semitic soldiers and attacked the trenches surrounding the city of Vizi from three sides.
There are still 200,000 people on standby in the rear. Once the front successfully opens a gap in Weizi City, the reserve team will rush into Weizi City and completely occupy this important northern town.
At this time, in order to resist the Semitic attack, all the defenders in Vezi City were pushed out, and the elite Eastern Legion soldiers fought with the enemy in the trenches.
Even the militia and volunteers composed of citizens were pulled up to the city walls.
Nian's Orc Panzergrenadier Regiment played a key role in the close battle.
The Ruman soldiers stood in front to block the Semites, while the Orc grenadiers held bundles of grenades and threw them from behind, causing the Semitic soldiers to howl like ghosts.
Although the Semites had superior military strength, it was difficult to exert them in the ecstasy formation composed of narrow trenches and barbed wire.
Under the command of front-line observers, the artillery used ferocious firepower to block the road for Semitic reinforcements, and at the same time continued to cover the trenches where the Semitic people gathered over and over again with firepower.
But Orlandini, who was commanding from the rear, did not care about the sacrifices of the soldiers, but nodded with satisfaction: the goddess of victory had already lifted her skirt towards him.
There are hundreds of thousands of Semitic soldiers on the battlefield, while the Rumans only have 20,000 or 30,000. The Rumans can resist for half a day, or even a day, and kill tens of thousands of Semitic soldiers.
But what does that matter? He has enough soldiers to fill this millstone of flesh and blood until the Rumans are defeated.
However, the Ruman people in Weiji City did not have the capital to fight with him.
So he definitely won.
Orlandini showed a victorious smile and said leisurely: "The "On War" written by Lorraine got one thing right. Concentrating superior forces is the key to victory."
The Semitic generals let out a burst of sarcastic laughter, and someone said happily: "I think in the future, Lorraine can incorporate this battle into his battle examples, and use the defeat of the Ruman people to prove that his theory is correct.
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The Semitic generals laughed heartily. It was so ironic.
At this moment, two rows of fuzzy black dots appeared in the sky south of Weizi City, forming two triangles in front and back, slowly flying towards the north.
Looking at their formation, they look like migrating birds.
But the strange thing is that it is October and migratory birds should fly south instead of north.