The Last Hero

Earl Jacob did not sit still and wait for death. He relied on Fighter's agility and powerful dynamic vision to shuttle through the artillery fire and avoid being bombarded by artillery shells again and again.

However, he knew that this was not the end.

Earl Jacob raised his head and looked into the distance, his eyes slightly narrowed, and his sight seemed to penetrate Gunsmoke.

Over the past few months, after many brutal positional battles, at the cost of tens of thousands of lives, he had thoroughly figured out the "three axes" of the Burning Army's tactics.

First use artillery to bombard, then let Wyvern mop up, and finally finish with ground troops such as infantry and cavalry.

"Roar——"

Sure enough, a long dragon roar sounded.

Rows of chaotic black shadows appeared on the horizon, rolling in like dark clouds and pressing towards Fayol City.

Earl Jacob roared, "Wyvern! Watch out for the sky!"

However, before the soldiers could climb out of the fortifications, Wyvern dived to the top of the city.

Mixed shadows danced wildly, and blazing flames lingered on the city walls.

The soldiers who were unable to dodge were burned, struggling constantly, and finally turned into charred corpses.

However, this was just a wave of offensive. After those Wyvern swooped across the city, they climbed up again, skillfully made circuitous turns, and were about to launch the next wave of offensive.

"Spread out! Spread out!"

Earl Jacob roared.

These three thousand remaining soldiers are his last support, and they are also the soldiers who are most loyal to himself and Northern United Kingdom.

He had already experienced several such attacks, each time causing heavy losses to his army.

But even so, Earl Jacob is still helpless.

Any individual will be limited by factors such as origin, education, and era. Jacob Rosa is already considered the top general of the North, but in the face of this cross-era, land-air attack, there is still no solution.

He could only summarize methods to minimize losses, such as building fortifications and dispersing troops, but he had almost no strategy for counterattack.

And just these few rounds of shelling and Wyvern were pitiful, causing him to lose his precious 500 troops again.

Earl Jacob Full of anger and nowhere to vent, he stretched out his hand.

"Give me a strong bow."

Immediately, a soldier handed over a huge black bow more than two meters long.

Earl Jacob nocked the arrow skillfully.

His arm muscles bulged and his veins bulged.

He actually relied on his long-honed strong physique and unparalleled strength to fully draw the long bow that even the orcs could hardly pull.

"Embers of the Burned Kingdom's monster!"

"For my soldiers - buried with them!"

Only a piercing scream came through the air.

"Whoosh——"

The sharp arrow directly penetrated a Wyvern and the knight on its back at the same time. Wyvern waved its wings feebly and struggled, wailing and falling to the wilderness.

It even caused several Wyvern that followed to collide and become chaotic in the air.

Earl Jacob roared: Monster! You can never defeat Scania People! "

"Shoot them down!"

"Master Earl!"

However, the number of Wyvern was too much, even though the soldiers fired arrows to fight back.

But after all, not everyone is a Fighter as powerful as Earl Jacob, and there are only a few Wyvern who can be shot down by them.

More arrows fell down weakly as they flew into the air, but the flames spewed out by Wyvern were enough to kill the soldiers who shot the arrows.

This is an unequal contest.

After several more rounds of swooping and sweeping, the city wall was already covered in flames and corpses were everywhere.

Dolo looked at the city wall in the distance, lowered his head at the watch on his wrist, and coldly ordered, "Notify the melee troops to prepare to attack the city."

"Yes, Marshal."

His general Hobgoblin responded quickly.

Snowflakes fell one after another, falling to the top of the city.

Create a chilling atmosphere.

There was deathly silence on the city walls.

Earl Jacob looked at the Embers of the Burned Kingdom army that was marching like a thick wall in the distance, his eyes flickered, as if he had made some kind of determination.

"Even if I die, I will die on a glorious battlefield! Prepare your horse!"

"Everyone, follow me out of the city to attack!"

"Boom!"

The city gate slowly opened.

Jacob Rosa held high the broken flag in his hand and rode a white horse to the front, with five hundred knights behind him.

He wanted to die in a glorious charge.

Become a part of the North's death epic, become a heroic figure who can sing and cry, and forever associate the name Jacob Rosa with bravery and loyalty.

The sound of trampling horse hooves sounded.

Facing the torrent of the kingdom's army, this cavalry of less than 500 people was like a trickle flowing into the ocean, looking extremely weak.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Intensive gunfire rang out.

The knights who followed Earl Jacob's charge fell one after another. Only Jacob, wearing a rare armor, was still charging, as if nothing could stop him.

Soon, he was the only one left charging alone on the battlefield.

"That's the enemy's commander!"

"Kill him and we will be knighted!"

Embers of the Burned Kingdom's soldiers roared excitedly and rushed towards him brandishing their swords and guns.

"Holy crap, that boss has Purple Equipment!"

"Fight him! Kill him!"

"Don't rob me!"

The players screamed excitedly and used various professional methods to throw spells, hidden weapons and even sundries on him for free.

Facing the enemies coming in like a tide, Earl Jacob sneered and roared ferociously:

"You can't defeat me!"

"You will never be able to make a real Scania People surrender!"

"Maybe I will die here today, but my unyielding soul will wander around this land, and I will become a nightmare that you will never forget in your lifetime!"

"Come on, come on -"

His voice suddenly stopped, his eyes became a little sluggish, and his eyes glowed red Blink.

Under the attention of everyone, Accord Earl dismounted like a puppet, then raised his hands and even took off his armor on his own initiative.

Did he surrender? "Don't worry about anything, just grab the equipment!"

The players rushed forward one after another, fearing that the rare treasure would be snatched away, and the scene suddenly became chaotic.

"Bang!"

Only a sudden gunshot was heard.

Earl Jacob has a blood hole on his forehead.

His expression suddenly became painful and twisted.

People turned around quickly and saw a thin human being holding Steel Gun. The barrel of the gun was slightly hot, and the hand holding the gun was still trembling - there was also a mark symbolizing serfs on his neck.

Immediately afterwards, more gunshots rang out, and spells came overwhelmingly, drowning this Earl.

In the end, his strong body was covered with bruises and he slowly fell backwards.

The players swarmed around like wild dogs snatching food. The rare relics of Jacob Rosa have become the focus of competition among players.

"Damn it, let the NPC steal the monster!"

"That guy again?"

"What damn good luck."

"Wait, go grab the equipment!!"

The North The last hero died like this.

A ripple in space appeared, and Ogre Archmage held a staff and Lang Pu appeared next to Military Recorder with an expressionless face.

"Master Lang Pu?!"

"What are your orders?"

Facing this sudden distinguished visitor, Military Recorder's words were trembling, and he didn't even hold the pen tightly in his hand, almost falling to the ground.

"Mark what I say."

"Third Era In 1786, Jacob Rosa, the remnant party of the Northern United Kingdom, surrendered to the kingdom, but in the process they were beaten to death by angry serfs."

"Yes, sir!"

"I will follow what you said verbatim, and every word you said is the absolute truth."

Jacob Rosa made a mistake——

History has always been written by the victors.

Rather than mourning the dead.