The fleet stopped in the sky above Dragon's Maw habitat. The chiefs crowded on the side of the ship and looked curiously at xiamian.
In the past, we only knew that this clan was one of the most powerful tribes in the Dragon Hills. Today, the chiefs finally had the opportunity to see its beauty.
There was smoke from the cooking pots, and there was a lot of people's voices.
Houses made of stone and thatch are dotted on the habitat in an orderly manner. In the center is the prayer place of the great shaman, and next to it is the council hall of the great chief.
There are countless houses that look like mushrooms after the rain. Moreover, this tribe has rarely built stone walls to resist attacks by wild beasts and other tribes.
"Look, those kids are practicing killing skills!"
A chief screamed in surprise.
Some small tribes, even children, would hunt with the team because they were too poor and if they didn't work, they would have nothing to eat, but Dragon Throat was able to feed so many children.
"This is the root of their strength!"
Chief Frostfire lamented that this tribe obviously has a more complete inheritance.
At the sight of a stranger, a rapid trumpet blast sounded, and the adult warriors rushed up to the walls and towers, while the women hurried home with their children to hide.
In just a few minutes, the entire tribe entered a state of war readiness.
"Are the fortifications well built? Gee, I actually saw dozens of catapults and ballistae. If we attack from the ground, we will definitely injure a lot of soldiers."
Measure the layout of the habitat.
The chiefs figured that Downton was here to raise an army to accuse them, and when they were hesitating about which camp they would stand on, they suddenly heard Downton speak.
"let's start!"
Downton walked to the front deck, where the maid had already set up a parasol and served iced juice.
"What do you want to start?"
Chief Skullbreaker asked subconsciously.
"Of course it's war!"
Downton answered naturally.
"Ha ha!"
Someone chuckled. War is not a child's play. Downton's tone was too understatement, just like saying he was going for a walk!
"This is a large tribe of more than 100,000 people!"
Chief Brutalbone was both a reminder and a mockery. How many troops did Downton bring? Even if they were fully calculated, it would only be ten thousand. Even if they were defeated, let alone destroyed, it would take several days.
"It's impossible to beat it down!"
Skull Crushing teases.
The Dragonmaw clan is a kind of green-skinned orcs. It is said that their ancestors were a creature of the evil god. After the Holy War, they fled here and gradually multiplied and multiplied. Their fighting power is not inferior to that of ogres, otherwise they would be talking with their fists.
Even in the hills, such a large territory cannot be conquered.
The officers didn't see it that way. As the flagship signaled an attack, they immediately ordered the soldiers to move. The atmosphere was solemn and scary.
The battleships turned around and rushed to their respective combat areas. After a while, the magic stone signal light flashed.
This is the language of lights. It is used for long-distance communication.
"Your Majesty, all battleships are ready."
Adjutant's report.
"attack!"
Downton gave an order, and three red magic flares shot into the sky with bright tail flames, exploding into a brilliant dazzle.
"He actually doesn't even understand the advantages of concentrating troops. Is the title of Northern General a fake one?"
Chief Stormbone laughed at the joke. He was about to watch the battleship land and be blown away by a swarm of dragonmaw orcs. However, he suddenly discovered that a black iron ball was dropped from the bottom of the battleship.
"What's this?"
As soon as Broken Skull finished asking, he saw an iron ball hitting a stone house. With a bang, a huge fire ball rose up like a mushroom.
The scorching flames directly scorched the surrounding ground black, and the powerful shock wave blew the stone house to pieces.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The earth shook and the mountains shook. It was obviously just an iron ball with a radius of less than half a meter, so why did it have such destructive power? A large crater more than ten meters deep would appear on the blasted ground.
There were scattered stones everywhere and choking gunpowder smoke everywhere.
Even the strong bodies that the natives were proud of were not as fragile as a piece of white paper in the face of bombs. They were blown to pieces, not even a whole corpse was left.
The chiefs crowded on the side of the boat and watched this scene in disbelief.
The scorching hot air rushed towards their faces, stinging them so much that they could not open their eyes. Their hair was upward, as if they were about to be torn off their scalps, but no one left. They looked at this hell-like miserable scene and were stunned.
The battleship began to move, like a hen laying eggs, dropping iron balls along the way.
What a strong warrior he was, worth half a month's worth of rations to win over him, but now he was blown into a tattered corpse without even seeing the enemy's face.
A soldier with a broken leg is climbing on the ground.
A child who lost his mother sat on the ground crying.
An old man knelt on the ground and prayed for the blessing of the forest goddess to save them from this disaster, but in the end, they all died under the bombing of the warship.
"Where's Chief Dragonmaw? Where's the shaman?"
Chief Brutal Bones roared subconsciously.
"Dead...dead!"
Chief Shattered Skull's lips were trembling, and he felt cold all over. He had just seen that as a landmark building in the habitat, the prayer place was immediately taken care of by depth charges.
The great chief ran out, and then he was smashed into the sky and torn apart by wave after wave of shock waves.
He was a strong man who could destroy himself, but he died under an iron ball? Until now, the chiefs have not come back to their senses, thinking that they must have been under an illusion.
The bombing continues and the death spreads.
Fifteen minutes later, the huge habitat that the chiefs envied was completely engulfed in flames, with death and wailing becoming the main theme.
The indigenous people who encountered the air raid for the first time were completely at a loss. They spontaneously formed a small team to resist according to their usual response. However, this state only made their casualties even greater.
It has to be said that the Dragonmaw Orcs are full of cohesion and have extremely strong desire to fight. They have not given up until now, but they can't reach the enemy!
Arrows were fired, javelins and slings were fired, but they could not even touch the floor of the battleship.
"This is a massacre, this is a bloody massacre!"
One of the chiefs trembled and shouted. Some of them are not afraid of death, but this kind of meaningless death is unacceptable to them.
Life is too cheap at this moment.
"Your Majesty, a group of suspicious characters have been discovered!"
Staff officer's report.
"Cheap God, Firebird, Sister Addie. Please take a trip."
Downton took a sip of juice and walked to the side of the boat.
Without anyone's instructions, the chiefs subconsciously made way for an open space.
"Evil spirits? It turns out they are the ones behind it!"
Downton saw those guys trying to escape through the smoke and fire. They had the appearance of elves, but their bodies were covered with purple demon tattoos. Their eyes were also shining with purple light, which was eroded by evil energy.
unique physical signs after.
After the air attack, the battleship landed. The Krupp giant, who had been waiting for a long time, jumped off the deck, rushed into the burning tribe, and started killing.
"Except for children under one meter tall, shoot without mercy."
The centurions shouted orders.
This was a devastating sweep. Krupp didn't even use his musket, and relied on his strong brute force to directly push past.
"It won't be zero casualties, right?"
Chief Frostfire marveled that the war so far has been a one-sided killing, and not even a single wounded soldier has appeared in the Downton Legion.
"Absolutely not!"
Chief Stormbone roared.
There are actually many bunkers in the tribe, hiding some natives. They use ballistae to shoot and intercept the giants.
"Look, if you break through these bunkers, people will definitely die."
As soon as Bao Gu finished speaking, he saw the Krupps taking out an iron can and throwing it into the bunker, and then orange flames spurted out from the hole.
Without even checking the battlefield, the Krupps rushed to the next position, which meant that they trusted this weapon, and there would be no survivors left in the bunker.
"Let's land, let's meet the chief!"
The flagship landed, and Downton walked through the gangway. He stepped on the ground and crushed it with his toes. The soil was as muddy as it was soaked in blood.
The smell of gunpowder smoke was very strong, so Downton took out a handkerchief and covered his mouth and nose.
The chiefs had no such thoughts. As they walked, they observed the damage caused by the bombing and were deeply shocked.
"Do you want this kind of weapon?"
Downton joked.
The chiefs' eyes suddenly stared at it, their expressions became wild, and even the chiefs of Bones and Skullbreaker, who had been naysayers, swallowed covetously.
"Everything is negotiable."
Downton sold out.
Everyone quickly arrived at the prayer place. There were already soldiers waiting, and there were more than a dozen heads placed next to them.
"Your Majesty, these are the leaders of the Dragon Roar Clan!"
The chief's report made the chiefs' hearts skip a beat, and they stared at the chiefs who had turned to Downton a long time ago. They must have told the secret, otherwise Downton would not know so clearly.
If it were before, these chiefs would have been scared to death, but now, after seeing the military power of Delankfurt, they all raised their chins high, glad that they had chosen the right camp.
“Well done.”
Downton nodded, "Chief of the Burning Blade, this year's tax-free quota is yours."
Wow!
Several chiefs immediately exclaimed in envy. The tribe with the highest contribution to the free trade zone every year will receive a tax-free quota, which means huge profits.
"Thank you, Chief, for your appreciation."
Chief Burning Blade knelt down on one knee and offered his loyalty.
Some chiefs started to hesitate. The first one to defect will always get more benefits than the next ones.
"Your Majesty, the remaining natives have been surrounded. What should we do now?"
Officer's report.
"What are my orders?"
Downton frowned and spoke in a bad tone.
"Except for children under one meter tall, shoot without mercy."
the officer replied.
"Then what should you do if you come to ask me?"
Downton scolded.
"But...most of those are women!"
The officer hesitated for a moment and then said it.
"What happened to the women? Their husbands and children should have expected this day to come when they killed my envoys."
Downton roared, "Don't my men have wives and sons? But now, they can't even see his body. A cold medal, even if it is full of glory, cannot make up for all this."~^~.