Yamafu Military Affairs

Chapter 247 The Night of the Red Dragon's Dance (V)

After smashing the two [Macedonian Formations] into pieces, the crimson dragon with arrows all over its body did not waste any time. It immediately raised its giant blade and leaped away with a dense stream of steam, passing by the buildings on both sides of the street in an instant.

Bang bang bang!
The next wave of interceptions began. Countless black shadows flashed from the alleys, shadows, and rooftops. Rifle fire, barrage of rapid-fire guns, sword lights, and wire-controlled infantry mines enveloped César from sky to ground.

The [Red Dragon Modified] vibrated and roared, operating at three times the power. It pulled out the [Can Opener] from the weapon rack on its back and strode into the encirclement.

Every time Xizel pulled the trigger, a knight was blown away. At the moment before the infantry mine exploded, it was caught by the red dragon's claws and thrown out, exploding on the visor of a [Charge Knight].

Xizel finally reached the end of the street, grabbed the visor of the last knight with his iron claws, and threw him hard against the outer wall of a building.

Excessive blood loss blurred his vision, and the huge physical consumption had already exceeded his limit. Professor Franco said that his advantage was that his nerve connection was almost perfect, and his weakness was physical fitness. Although several months of physical training made up for a lot, the battle tonight was too tragic. The condition of [Red Dragon Modification] was also very bad, and the left leg joint that had just been replaced was damaged again.

But it doesn't matter.
Isn't it common for him to break through his limits? He is the kind of madman who can always squeeze out strength from his almost exhausted body, not to mention that he is now holding one of the most important people in the world to him.

Madam Linlang cried and screamed. This woman, who was only 18 or even 16 years old mentally and had an intelligence level of only 4 or 5 years old, could not understand all this. She probably felt that she was robbed by some tyrannical dragon, so she cried and wanted Xizel to let her go.

Xizel threw away the [Flash Tiger] in his right hand, raised the [Wall of Sighs] to cover his mother, and then covered her head with his right claws to prevent any sneak attacks from the gunmen in the dark.

"Don't be afraid, Mom. Don't be afraid, Mom."

This was the only ability he had left to organize his words, and he himself was already shaky.

But suddenly he became alert again and stood up straight, this action was like a person tightening all the muscles in his body. Hong Long drew his sword from the weapon rack behind him and suddenly found that the weapon rack was empty, leaving only the Seven Deadly Sins that required a lot of energy and physical strength to use.

In the heavy rain at the end of the street, the knights stood shoulder to shoulder in the steam cloud, holding black iron spears, like a wall of steel.

The Crusaders and the main force of the Seraph Knights have finally arrived at the battlefield!
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The flames burned slowly between the two sides. It was the effect of Cesare tearing off a knight's red mercury steam bag and throwing it as a bomb during the battle just now.

The fire illuminated the flaming military emblems on the chests of both sides.

The battle did not begin immediately. The knights stood silently with their spears in hand, and the [Red Dragon] slowly retreated to create distance.

Those are all Seraphim. The scale of Seraphim deployed in such a group is almost comparable to the Parthian War. Is this the decisive battle?

The performance of [Red Dragon Modification] is stronger than that of ordinary Seraphim, but it is hard to say whether it still has such a great performance advantage in the case of severe damage. The most troublesome problem is that there is no weapon. Maybe it is possible to quickly knock down a Seraphim and take a weapon from him, but perhaps tearing off the blue rune, quickly recovering from the injury and using [Seven Deadly Sins] is the best tactic.

Xizel smiled silently, and just as he was about to move, a crack suddenly appeared in the Seraph formation. Xizel thought that the commander was going to leave the line, but in fact he didn't. The knights stood quietly in the rain and made way for him.

Are they trying to get me out? Why? The military order has been issued, and those who don't follow it will be court-martialed, even if they are Seraphs, the best soldiers in this country.

Or was this a trap, to lure him into their midst and then suddenly attack? But this was not the style of the Seraphs, and those proud knights would not allow themselves to do such a thing.

Xizel had no time to think, his energy was about to run out, he had to hurry to the relay point, otherwise he would become a pile of scrap metal. He picked up his mother and rushed forward, passing through the iron wall formed by the Seraphim. The barrier formed by the knights prevented the snipers hiding in the dark from aiming at Xizel.

At the last moment when César was about to leave, the knight at the end of the queue whispered.

"Cesare, go bravely, I'm always behind you!"

A familiar voice sounded, and Xizel turned his head sharply, and saw another pattern on his chest, a bright silver holy sword emblem.

Brother Jose!

Yes, he should have thought of it earlier. As the Pope's confidential secretary and instructor Jose Torres, who holds a pivotal position in the Seraph Knights, how could the [Silver Holy Sword] be captured by the Inquisition?

At this time, after rescuing Adele and settling her down, Jose Torres finally came to Césaire.

Although it was pleasant to see hope emerge in desperate situations, Cesare had no time to hesitate. He could not and would not recognize José.

At the end of the passage was a black iron spear, which was of course the weapon left for him by the Seraph, but it could not be handed over to him personally, otherwise it would be evidence in the military court. Even if he had taken the weapon away, under the heavy pressure of the state machine, this was all the knights could do for him.

The Red Dragon drew up his spear and stumbled into the wind and rain. Behind him, the Silver Holy Sword, which had been repainted, quickly broke away from the formation and "hunted down" the traitor.

The Seraphim all raised their heads in unison and looked upwards. On the church's bell tower stood a dark Seraphim, holding an enhanced [Unicorn Long-Range Sniper Rifle]. Driven by the power of red mercury, the bullets it fired were enough to penetrate the armor plates of the [Red Dragon Modified], but its muzzle was always pointing to the sky.

The dark knight whispered ancient poems, which were transmitted to the ears of every knight through the radio.

“We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; cut off, but not out of hope; persecuted, but not forsaken; struck down, but not destroyed. We always carry about in the body the gift of death, so that the gift of life, given by God, may also be made manifest in our body.”
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"The situation is out of control!"

Someone pounded the table angrily. He didn't care about his manners at this moment. "The regular army is simply his accomplice! Doesn't anyone think that those knights are his teacher's students and his comrades in the Eastern Expedition?"

"Where's the Black Dragon? Didn't the Black Dragon go out? Didn't the Black Dragon have the latest enhanced Unicorn Long-Range Sniper Rifle?"

"[Black Dragon] is the commander of that team of Seraphim."

"Did anyone of you monitor their radio? When the Red Dragon escaped, the Black Dragon we valued did nothing but recited poetry! Did we spend so many resources to raise a poet?"

Someone couldn't help but roar, wishing he could call for an artillery attack immediately.

"This is the first time that Black Dragon has disobeyed orders since he joined the army. Why would he rather disobey military orders than help Red Dragon?"

"Now is not the time to analyze the [Black Dragon], but how to capture the [Red Dragon]! Didn't the report from the front say that his energy is about to run out? Isn't this the best chance to capture him? If the [Black Dragon]'s troops don't obey, will we be unable to stop the Red Dragon?"

The people behind the scenes finally got anxious. How many years had it been since they had gotten anxious? But tonight they made an exception for a boy.

"Where can he escape to?"

Finally someone spoke, breaking the long silence.

"Judging from his route, he should be heading towards the embassy area."

The secretary compared the intelligence with the map and answered, "That area enjoys diplomatic immunity. It can be said that it is not the territory of the Papal States, so the Crusaders cannot pursue in."

"He wants to use the Legation Quarter as a temporary safe haven and then escape from Florence? Ridiculous! We grant diplomatic immunity to the Legation Quarter! If the embassies of various countries watch the Red Dragon escape into the Legation Quarter without stopping it, they will have to bear the wrath of the Papal States!"

"I'm afraid they will really sit back and do nothing. Xizel is wearing the Red Dragon Modified Armor, which embodies our highest technology at present. If it enters the embassy area, I'm afraid it will be disassembled and studied by mechanics from various countries. Which country doesn't want to get the secrets of the Seraph? Besides, those people don't care about any weapons control regulations."

This group of powerful people at the top of the Papal States followed the speaker's gaze towards the embassy district on the sand table. As the battle report was updated, they saw that a circle of villas built for the Orientals there had turned into ruins.

Outside the window, countless violent lightning flashed over the embassy district, and merged with the heavy rain in the sky to form a blue tornado that hooked the sky and circled the earth. How could such a natural disaster be prevented by human power? !

The same thought occurred to these old guys, but at this time they could do nothing more than believe in St. George.

"How does he get to the embassy district?"

"He would have crossed the Tiber River on that bridge, and at the end of that bridge was a lock, and after crossing that lock he would have reached the embassy district."

The secretary immediately pointed out the bridge on the map with accuracy and speed, and it was obvious that he was an elite.

"Lower that gate! Block his path!"

"That gate is not under our control. It belongs to the embassy area."

The secretary whispered a reminder, but these powerful people did not listen.

"Then the last resort is to destroy him on that bridge! Pass the order, all units aim their firepower at that bridge. No need to wait for further orders, fire at the Red Dragon as soon as it arrives!"

Lightning flashed from the sky, illuminating the pale faces of the people at the table, like vampires who had just awakened from their coffins.
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The white bridge spans the Tiber River in the wind and rain. The river water that has swollen due to the rain washes the bridge piers. Thousands of gun barrels and cannon barrels are distributed on both sides of the bridge, and the mouths of the gun barrels and cannon barrels are covered with tarpaulins.

As many as three divisions were deployed near the Tiber River. Right now, all the heavy firepower of the three divisions was concentrated near the bridge. Dragon Roar Cannons, City Incinerators, and various large-caliber firearms were all aimed at the bridge.

Hundreds of elite soldiers gathered here, wearing rubber raincoats over their military uniforms. The Stein heavy motorcycles under their crotch rumbled, and the exhaust pipes spewed out thick clouds of steam that floated over the Tiber River before being dispersed by heavy rain.

Looking at the huge tornado rising into the sky above the embassy district on the other side of the strait, they looked at each other quietly, with fear and confusion in their eyes.

They are not Seraphim, nor are they qualified to know much. They are just here to defend the bridge at any cost.

Lightning snakes danced wildly under the raging rain, and continuous flashes of lightning kept illuminating the sturdy iron gate.

There were a number of black armored limousines parked behind the door. None of them had their country's flags flying, but ambassadors or the highest-level military attachés from various countries were sitting in the cars.

They had all learned about the knight rebellion in the Papal State through secret channels. This matter had nothing to do with them, but they were all happy to see how events developed while taking refuge.

After all, there were two lunatics fighting recklessly in the eastern part of the embassy district, and no one wanted to stay in the villa in fear and take the risk of being affected by the battle to rest.

Moreover, it was said that the rebellious knight was wearing the most confidential new armor of the Papal State. The elite of the Crusader Guards, the Seraphic Knights and the Inquisition combined were unable to stop him. Everyone wanted to know what kind of amazing ultimate military power that was.

All kinds of deafening sounds came from far away and got closer, as if the ground was shaking slightly, mixed with sporadic gunshots.

The ambassadors and military attachés in the car all raised their binoculars to look across the river, while the soldiers fired their guns in unison. Most of them had never witnessed a fight between armored knights up close, so they were both nervous and curious about the sound.

On this side of the bridge are several churches and large luxurious residences with towering walls and stone lions lying on top of them.

At this moment, heavy footsteps could be heard from time to time in the deep alleys formed by high walls, as if the evil dragon that was wreaking havoc on the world was dragging its wings; sometimes there were loud noises of metal hitting and stones smashing; sometimes there was the hum of engines running.
Steam clouds with a strong smell of burning floated over from above the high wall. The high-temperature steam and smell of gunpowder emitted by the armored knights fighting to the death on the other side of the wall were no less than those emitted by the thousands of people on this side.

It really is worthy of being a groundbreaking weapon from a hundred years ago. It is said that as long as you wear the Seraph, you can fight against a hundred people alone. But can they really cause the same destructive power as those two monsters?
The battle in the distance sounded very intense, with those mechanical evil spirits running and tearing wildly, wielding sharp blades and claws.

No one saw the fatal fight with their own eyes, but everyone imagined different scenes in their minds.

The old bronze bell in the church's bell tower suddenly began to ring as if possessed.

A few seconds later, the bell tower collapsed with a loud bang, and the mechanical demons pierced each other's bodies with spears, hugging each other and breaking through the wall.

The chapel was a historic site, with black marble walls and exquisite carvings, but it had not been renovated for a long time. The walls with many hidden dangers inside and the sculptures of angels, demons, lions and dragons all collapsed under the impact of the armored knights. They grabbed each other's bodies and smashed them against the wall, and used sharp iron claws to grab wire parts from each other's wounds.

The roar of machinery replaced the knights' roars, but every onlooker could feel the pain and tragedy.

In the end, the largest crimson Tyrannosaurus tore off a dark golden rope from the challenger's back and completely won the dragon-slaying battle.

[Red Dragon Modification] Grab the remaining red mercury steam backpack from the opponent's waist and quickly connect it to the back armor behind you.

Although it was not a liquid red mercury tank specially designed for Seraphs and had more powerful performance, and it still had many hidden risks, he had no choice at this time.

He finally walked out of the rain, exposed in front of everyone, and let the heavy rain wash over him.

People were surprised to find that the huge and terrifying body contained a boy. His visor had fallen off during the fight, revealing a pale face. Half of his face was covered in blood, and the other half was as delicate as a girl's.

"Is that a [Red Dragon]?!"

There were always people in European countries who read the war reports from the front line and knew that this young man had once resisted the Oriental army and played an indispensable role in the Battle of Chachi.

The hero who was expected to lead the Seraph Knights fell into the hands of the nation early on.

Was it for the woman in his arms? It was incredible. The woman looked much older than him, more like his elder sister. But she was also stunningly beautiful. When she emerged from behind the huge shield, everyone who could see her face felt their heart skip a beat.

The cherry-like woman's eyes were full of tears, her hands were tightly plugged into her ears, and her beautiful but blank eyes swept across countless black holes of gun muzzles, as if she was in an endless dream.

The boy turned his wrist and pulled out the bloody spear from the chest of the mobile armor beneath him. The spear shaft rubbed against the cracked armor plate, making a teeth-grinding sound.

Xizel smiled silently. He was mentally prepared to encounter the main force of the Crusaders here.

From his route, it was not difficult to see that his target was the embassy district. His enemies were definitely not fools. On the contrary, they might be the smartest people in the world. Compared to them, he was just an impulsive child.

He was able to arrive here by chance, partly because those people underestimated him and his madness as a desperate criminal, and partly because of the unexpected release of the Black Dragon and the secret help of Brother Jose. Xizel knew very well that when he rushed into the street full of ambushes, the black figure was standing on the top of the bell tower in front of him, and the holy sword silently blocked countless cold guns and hidden arrows for him.

Because when the Black Dragon recited the poem that the Seraphim often recited, the same radio frequency allowed Xizel in the [Red Dragon Transformation] to hear his voice.

“We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; cut off, but not out of hope; persecuted, but not forsaken; struck down, but not destroyed. We always carry about in the body the gift of death, so that the gift of life, given by God, may also be made manifest in our body.”

Is this the chivalry of the Black Dragon? Does the young man who is favored by the higher-ups also feel that he is surrounded by enemies? Is it because of that Oriental man? What happened to him in the East?
Unfortunately, no one could answer his questions.

The world is silent and desolate, with only the rustling of wind and rain.

(End of this chapter)