Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

Chapter 365 Qiu has no fault
Sending out dragon "bombers" to destroy the protective shield of Delon Castle was something that had been planned long ago.

However, the specific solution was not confirmed until Drogo spoke with Figithin.

Because the city defense formation here has not been deployed for hundreds of years.

We can only judge what the situation is after it unfolds.

The goal is to try to ensure that not too much damage is caused to the city.

In the future, Dronburg will serve as a fortress in the North to resist the counterattack of the Sutton royal army for a period of time. If the entire city is demolished this time, it will naturally be unusable.

At the same time, it is also necessary to avoid excessive harm to civilians. This is an important code of conduct for the Northern Legion as the "Army of Justice."

Different from those old-style armies with a long history of bad deeds.

It not only wins the hearts of the people, but also reduces labor losses.

Chen Shuai once said: Killing rats in a porcelain shop.

But the good news is that Drogo has more props for "killing rats".

After testing the defenses a few times with anti-aircraft machine guns, Figosin sent the information he had obtained to Drogo.

After research by the Hogwarts teaching team, two feasible solutions were proposed.

Create a series of analytical spells, which are released by ground troops on the protective shield. After analyzing its weaknesses, specifically create anti-shield grenades and take it away with one shot.

Or, based on the principle that spells have a restraining relationship, by traversing spells of all attributes, you can always try out the effective ones. And because the protective shield has a load limit, it is also possible to "grind off" the protective shield before it is tried out.

In this regard, Drogo’s choice was, I want them all!

Because the mages said they were not sure which solution was more efficient.

Theoretically, the parsing is faster, but if you are lucky, you can't say for sure whether it will be faster when tested.

So, Drogo asked his most dedicated little green dragon to drink two barrels of luck potion first, and then he carried a full backpack loaded with grenades with different spells, took off into the air, and flew straight to Dronburg.

No need for a cannon, just use your claws to throw grenades, but you have to throw them one by one to avoid throwing too many and causing the protective shield to explode without noticing, and the grenades to fall and cause civilian casualties.

In addition, a team of mages was sent with analytical spells to complete the investigation on the ground.

Saturation breakthrough.

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At this time, the people in the city of Delonburg were in chaos.

People ran back home in panic and hid in basements, praying that the city defense array would hold.

All the mages in the city are trying their best to replenish the magic power for the protective shield.

The way that giant dragon used magic had completely destroyed their understanding of magic.

It was as if everything they had learned throughout their lives had suddenly lost its meaning.

An entire corps of mages, after days of preparation and hours of casting and channeling, were casting high-level, large-scale spells. Now they were bombarding the protective shield at a frequency of three times per minute.

The huge gap caused many mages to lose the will to resist.

As before
"Don't we have any way to fight back?" Count Medellin asked loudly.

“He was flying too high.”

"What about intercepting it? Can't we intercept the falling objects before they turn into a magic circle?"

"It should be possible, it should be possible, but it is falling too fast, it is very difficult, very difficult..."

“It’s difficult, but we have to find a way.”

Medellin gave the order, but he knew in his heart that there was no other way.

This was an unequal war from the beginning.

It's like an adult bullying a child, no, even a baby.

The baby used all his strength to crawl to the enemy and delivered what he thought was his strongest punch, but was kicked away before he even touched the person.

The only question is why such an "adult" suddenly appeared in the North.

Finally, as countless grenades were deployed above the protective shield, cracks appeared on the translucent light curtain.

I can’t hold on any longer.

To Count Medellin's surprise, the dragon returned at this time.

He was not so naive as to think that the other party had let them go.

I will definitely come back to repair or replenish supplies.

If they leave the city now, the Northern Army will have already formed up their formation and are waiting for them. If they continue to hide in the city, they will only wait for the protective shield to completely fail.

He felt like a lamb to be slaughtered, with his limbs tied up and watching the butcher sharpening his knife.

Sure enough, not long after, the dragon flew back and continued to cast spells.

But this time, each shot was no longer the same, all of them were the same type that had just caused cracks in the protective shield.

They found a weakness.

After several rounds of attacks, the protective shield could no longer hold and turned into tiny fragments, disappearing into the air.

Count Medellin closed his eyes and prepared to die.

Memories flashed before my eyes like a revolving lantern: a happy childhood, regrets during adolescence, years of hard work for the territory, and the warm embrace of my mother, which was covered with holy glory...

Eh? wrong.

Medellin opened his eyes and wondered why he wasn't dead yet, what about the overwhelming spell bombardment?
The atmosphere has been set to this point, the emotions are all there, and there is no follow-up.

He walked out of the room in confusion. A few more dragons appeared in the sky. They did not attack the city, but held...

Medellin pulled a telescope out of his pocket, opened it, and aimed it at the dragons in the sky.

Are you holding a speaker?

He wasn't quite sure because speakers weren't something that should appear on the battlefield.

But those things looked like large speakers no matter how he looked at them. He was a music lover himself, so he had bought some and was familiar with them.

Soon, a voice from the sky confirmed his guess.

Several dragons were lined up and circled the city, ensuring that the sound from the speakers could be heard throughout the city.

"Hello, residents of Dronburg. I am Figsin Sutton. The Northern Army will carry out a targeted demolition of all military facilities in the city tonight, including the following locations: Lord's Castle, Armory, Barracks, Mage Tower..."

Directed demolition, what is directed demolition?

I have never heard of this word in Medellin, but it is not difficult to tell from the literal meaning that these buildings will not survive the night.

But from what Figesin said, he only intended to attack military targets.

This princess is far more merciful than her brother.

"Please all residents please stay away from these buildings. Tonight, I hope you can stay at home to avoid accidental injuries."

This is actually a disclaimer.

It goes without saying that anyone in their right mind would not be wandering the streets when a fight is about to break out.

The point is to never underestimate species diversity. As long as there are enough people, there will always be some with abnormal brains.

When the Northern Legion enters the city to clear out the remaining resistance forces, it is inevitable that civilian casualties will occur.

When someone makes a fuss about this, we can put out a disclaimer.

"In addition, to all the knights, soldiers, and mages in the city, please do not resist in vain and cherish your lives."

Hearing this, Count Medellin laughed. It was the first time he heard someone speak of a threat in such a fresh way.

Cherish life.

"Put down your weapons and gather at the city gate. I guarantee your safety with my personal integrity."

Figosin's voice was repeated over and over again in the sky above Dronburg.

Inside the lord's castle, the adjutant and the guards looked at the earl, saying nothing, and no one knew what they were thinking.

Count Medellin sighed and said, "Go outside the city gate. There is no need to resist anymore."

He believed that even if he asked them to resist, no one would really listen and there would be a high probability of mutiny.

After hearing what the lord said, the tense expressions of several people relaxed. They turned around and prepared to leave. When they reached the door, the adjutant suddenly asked again: "Lord, what about you?"

"Me?" Medellin poured himself a glass of wine. "I can only die in battle, I can't surrender. I am the lord, and the lord has no choice."

The adjutant opened his mouth, swallowed back what he was about to say, and only said "Good luck to you."

The Count of Medellín swirled his glass.

His son is still in the royal city.

For his only child, he could only have a father who died in battle, not a father who surrendered.

Based on his understanding of King Sutton VII, surrendering there was the same as mutiny.

"Wish me good luck." Count Medellin drank it all in one gulp and said his final farewell to his adjutant who had followed him for several years. This castle will be his final destination.

Meanwhile, the city was in chaos.

There are also a few small forces that are loyal to the point of being "stupid", and soldiers who do not believe their safety can be guaranteed, who are building barricades and trying to make a final struggle.

As for the civilians, they were desperately trying to find a place to hide.

Figosin said a lot, but to them, it was just one thing: the Northern Army was about to enter the city.

The army is coming.

In the minds of almost all Felin people, the arrival of the army is a huge disaster.

Although Figesin made many promises to prevent civilians from being harmed, no one took those words seriously.

There is rarely any truth in the mouths of nobles, let alone members of the royal family.

Even if, even if what she said was true, and this person who wanted to overthrow the kingdom really wanted to protect civilians, that was just her idea.

How can I control so many soldiers under my command?

To them, the army is the opposite of morality. A group of people who have been under the pressure of life and death for a long time will naturally be indifferent to life. This is what people think.

Therefore, the army is coming, and they are going to burn, kill and loot.

The groom in the castle saw the guards dropping their weapons and heading towards the city gate. He realized that there would be no counterattack and he would have to rely on himself from now on.

He picked up the weapon dropped by the guard, intending to use it for self-defense, but after hesitating, he threw it back to the ground. He was afraid that if he took the weapon, he would be mistaken for an enemy and shot dead without even a chance to speak.

There was no time to waste, and he ran desperately towards home.

He returned home panting, pushed open the door, and saw his wife squatting in the corner crying. She was terrified.

In war, civilian women face greater dangers than men.

Those "military officers" might just beat up a man and then let him go if they didn't like him.

But when you see a woman, it’s not just a matter of beating her up.

The groom was tongue-tied and could not think of any words of comfort. It was useless to comfort his wife at this time. He just picked her up, hid her in the cellar, and told her not to make a sound, not to make a sound at all.

Then he threw all the women's clothes, shoes, jewelry, photos, and everything that could prove there was a woman in the house into the cellar.

He would face the approaching Northern Army alone.

After doing all this, he took out all the valuable things in the house, piled them up, and placed them in the most conspicuous place.

I hope the military commanders will let him go because he is so “sensible”.

Finally, I picked up a handy knife and hid it behind my waist. This is the final backup, and it is also a backup that I hope I will never need to use.

After completing all the preparations he could think of, it was already dark. He sat on a stool and began the most difficult night of his life.

The first thing I heard was the explosion caused by the casting of the spell.

He understood what the so-called "directional demolition" was, which was to use magic to flatten all the target buildings.

The spell used should be similar to the one used to bombard the protective shield during the day, but this time the distance was closer and the huge roar made his ears tinnitus.

Not long after, even more terrifying sounds appeared.

Footsteps.

He could clearly hear a lot of footsteps outside the door.

Then there were the sounds of spells and guns firing, as well as screams, and the sound of something burning and wood crackling.

All kinds of sounds penetrated his eardrums, but he could only face the dark room and endure the pressure.

He clutched his pants tightly and his legs were shaking.

Fear was about to consume him.

Soon, the noise in the street gradually weakened. Most of those who tried to resist were cleared out and did not cause any trouble to the Northern Legion. Perhaps their bodies would be hung in the square for public display tomorrow morning.

Then, it was the quiet that the night should have.

The groom didn't know what was going on or why everything became so quiet, but he didn't have the courage to go out and see.

I still sat in the house and endured the whole night.

However, nothing happened from the late night to the early morning.

The night passed peacefully.

It was completely different from what he had imagined.

What about the Northern Army?
The sunlight shines into the house through the window, it is already morning.

He plucked up his courage and looked out the window, but there was nothing on the path in front of his house.

Was everything that happened yesterday just an illusion?
A ridiculous idea popped into the groom's mind.

The silence outside the window gave him a lot of courage, so he opened the door and planned to go out to see what was going on.

I walked along the path, tiptoeing all the way to the street.

Then, he saw the most outrageous and unforgettable sight he had ever seen in his life.

Soldiers of the Northern Legion, thousands of them at a glance, were sleeping on the streets, one next to another.

These soldiers looked young, and many of them still had childish faces, and they were not even twenty years old.

They had guns in their arms, and they still had guns in their arms.

The groom didn't know what to say. A group of soldiers with guns in their hands, who had just won a victory in a battle, entered the city without looting or even entering the houses. They just slept quietly on the ground.

He doubted his eyes and wondered if he was asleep or dreaming.

But the clear feeling of the road under my feet proves that this is reality.

A group of soldiers who don't rob.

The impact this had on him was greater than those grand magic arrays.

More and more people appeared on the street, probably those who had not slept all night, and they were as shocked as the groom.

The groom stood at the street corner in a daze. It was difficult for him to say what he felt at the moment, but he was very clear about one thing.

The times have changed.

(End of this chapter)