Chapter 1007： Laozi (1/2)

The roar of Hongguang’s main artillery and the giant cannon finally subsided, and the jitter caused by the power spine in the high-load mode also quickly subsided as the load decreased. The iron throne-the earthly giant python's armor-covered compartment , The normal operation of machinery and the sound of vehicles crushing the track replaced the previous sound of gunfire.

Maryland left the command seat and came to the window on the side of the carriage. Through the strengthened crystal glass window, he looked at the distant plains. Smoke and fire were still rising on the horizon, and the earth scorched by the rays of rainbow light was at the end of the line of sight. With a little red light.

After a while, there was the roar of another train running from behind. The iron scepter, which was previously slowing down in order to create a shooting window, slowly accelerated, and gradually caught up with the earthly Anaconda that was driving ahead, before the two cars met. , And rhythmic lights flashed on their respective car bodies to inform each other of safety.

"The aerial reconnaissance did not detect large-scale enemy activities, and the on-board sensors did not detect abnormal magical fluctuations," a technician reported loudly behind the communication station. "The **** train applied to accelerate the confirmation of the road section ahead."

"Permit," Maryland nodded, "remind the lads and girls in that car to stare wide and watch out for the destruction of the railway by the Typhons-they have learned to place arcane neutralizers and passive triggers next to the railway line. The big bomb."

"Yes, General!"

Maryland nodded and looked out of the east window again. In the sky above, he saw two small black dots flashing across the clouds, and a faintly visible magic halo dragged behind the black dots.

That was the air company escorting the Earthly Monty Python-the Dragoon Reconnaissance Squadron. This air force provides protection for the front-line railways, and is also responsible for reconnoitring enemy movements in the outlying areas of Winterhold and bombing some Typhon strongholds. When the Iron Throne is performing an attack, the main responsibility of the air formation is to protect the armor. Train, beware of aerial attacks by those Typhons.

This was Cecil's response after a Typhon air formation raided the armored train and almost caused huge damage.

From Maryland’s point of view, Typhon’s air force is not strong. Although the number of old-fashioned combat griffons and flying mages is huge, they lag behind the Dragoon fighters by a whole level in terms of combat capabilities. The really tricky thing is to be close to Winter Fort. Afterwards, Typhon’s air defense force-the powerful Typhon Empire built a large number of mage towers in the border area. In the era of new wars, those high towers were unable to resist the chariots advanced by the cluster and the cannons with amazing range. Their long-range lightning and beam arrays have posed a great threat to the relatively fragile dragoon troops, which have been formed for a short time.

During a rash bombing operation, several Dragoon fighters were shot down by lightning and lasers that covered the sky.

This made Maryland, which has been in the upper hand since the beginning of the war, had to carefully measure the Typhon’s warfare capabilities several times, and summed up some experience-air superiority can indeed determine the direction of a war, but it should not be underestimated. In view of the threat posed by ground air defense firepower to air forces, in actual combat, backward weapons may still pose a huge threat, especially when the enemy knows how to learn and adapt.

The communicator not far away rang.

Maryland came to the communicator. After activation, an image of a Dragoon fighter appeared above the projection crystal. The opponent was in the cockpit. The clouds outside the cabin and the dragon wing drive extending from the edge could be vaguely seen in the background.

"Safety in the area, sir," the Dragoon fighter in the communicator reported the reconnaissance situation. "In addition, we observed the gathering of clouds. It seems that another snowfall is coming."

Maryland subconsciously glanced out the window. From his position, he could only see a limited amount of sky. In the direction of Typhon's control area, he could indeed see a patch of iron-gray clouds gathering-the dragoons in the sky could The details seen are obviously more. He retracted his gaze and nodded to the soldier in the communicator: "Severe weather may affect the flight. Please pay attention to safety."

...

The machine made of steel and crystal is flying in the sky. The howling cold wind swept back along the tangent line of the shield and the edge of the dragon wing driver. The fine water vapor and dust in the airflow were disturbed by the force field released by the anti-gravity ring. A wonderful "ring" is formed around the aircraft, and under the protection of layers of shield, steel, and crystal, the pilot in the cockpit has just finished communication.

"The snowfall in the north is really frequent this winter," he said to the mechanic and bombardier sitting behind him, "it hasn't been a few days since it cleared up."

"This reminds me of when I drove the Griffon," the comrade sitting in the back row of the control seat responded, "The Griffin Riders who were able to take off and return in the wind and snow at that time were all recognized warriors-not only had to possess The courage and skills to challenge the wind and snow, and the patience and experience to calm the griffon after returning."

"Yes, my father used to have this technique-he was the most outstanding griffon rider in Sorandor at the time. He successfully drove the griffon in a snowstorm and sent the lord's letter to the manor outside the city. He was rewarded afterwards. Unfortunately, before I had time to master his superb flying skills, the era of the Griffin was over..."

"Ah, your father is a great Griffin Rider...but I'm even more curious about what an important letter it is, and it needs to be delivered in a snowstorm..."

"Ha, that's a **** love letter, written by the lord to his mistress-my father was so angry that he knew what he was going to give, but he had to obey the order, but when he watched it in the manor After arriving at the mistress's lover, his mood improved..."

The comrades sitting in the back row were taken aback for a moment, and then reacted and couldn't help but laugh, so the flying machine made of steel was filled with cheerful air.

The pilot couldn’t help but smile, while watching the data on the dashboard while watching the scene outside the cockpit. He saw that the iron-gray cloud in the distance was thicker and heavier than before, and the surface of the cloud was tumbling. Then, it was as if a storm was brewing inside. This sight made him unable to hold his hands on the joystick tightly, frowned and said, "Damn...it looks like the clouds are coming towards us..."

"Are the clouds gathering and moving so fast?" The mechanic was a little confused, "The anemometer shows that the wind speed outside is not that high..."

"The celestial phenomenon is unpredictable, so be vigilant anyway," the pilot murmured, unable to help but be attracted by the tumbling clouds. In a daze, he actually seemed to see thousands of troops moving in the clouds, but he focused on it. When I looked at it, I couldn't see anything, "...Did you see it just now? I always think this cloud is a bit weird..."

"I didn't see anything?" The mechanic looked out through the side observation window in confusion, "You were dazzled by the reflection of the clouds, right?"