Although the landing took place three days later, the attack began as early as a week ago.


    Alon schueher, a first-class soldier of the fifth brigade of the third group of the radiation dragon corps, was ready. Like every soldier around, he painted his face black with coke and shaved his hair, leaving only a short line from the forehead to the back of his head. He looked like a strange northern barbarian, surrounded by his equipment: dry food and wine, nun, hatchet A light armor and communication crystal.


    Now, the soldiers of the fifth brigade are waiting for the radiation dragon to land. His friend, private Gerald, ran out of a dice booth and shouted to Aaron, "Hey, lend me two gold."


    "Why?" Aaron asked, "if you have no money to gamble, you may have been disabled by them before you go to the battlefield."


    "If they dare to do it, it''s really my intention. Come on, I''ll bet this on you," Gerald said, taking off a silver bracelet from his hand and throwing it forward.


    "All right."


    Aaron impolitely raised his hand and took out the money from his pocket: "the last two gold."


    "Keep it safe, and I''ll redeem it when this operation is over." Gerald''s voice faded away, and the guy ran back to the gambling stand.


    Aron looked down at the bracelet. It was made of polwa silver from the new world and engraved with a string of thin veloste characters. I don''t know which veteran took it back from the expedition.


    Just then someone shouted, "we should go."


    Alon raised his head and found that a large number of radiation dragons were flapping their wings and landing. He put on his equipment and left the square with other soldiers, searched around in the radiation dragons, and finally climbed up a strong distorted bipedal flying dragon.


    "Boss," he said, handing the silver bracelet to the bipedal dragon, "please, if I die, help me return it to Gerald of team 6. I can''t use it."


    The two legged flying dragon hummed twice, opened its mouth and swallowed it.


    "Thanks." Aaron pinned the hatchet and the beast behind him, buckled the rope on his thigh on the saddle on the back of the radiating Dragon Ridge, and held the handle on the saddle after a while of adjustment.


    The fifth group set off from the southern reef island controlled by the deep-sea state. A radiation dragon flapped its wings into the air, circled in formation, roared, and finally disappeared into the heavy night.


    An hour later, the sun never sets in the south of the Empire.


    Sparks hung in the sky in the direction of the coast, and the explosion brought bright and shining fire. Strings of white lighting rose to the sky, shining the dark clouds and the earth. The sun did not set. Cherbourg on the south coast was being bombed, and the radiation dragons roared and dropped mana bombs and incendiary bombs from high altitude.


    Aaron bowed and fell on the back of the two legged flying dragon. The reaction of the imperial south line group army was very fast. As soon as they entered this area, they were attacked by anti-aircraft magic guided guns. The sky was covered with a fire network interwoven by shells and spells.


    "The barrier has been broken, start dropping, you have ten minutes." the commander''s calm voice came from the communication crystal.


    The dragons began to lower their height. Thunderstorms and fire rubbed Aron''s scalp. He was calm and knew what he was going to do. He quickly untied the lock on his thighs, held the handrail and slowly changed his body from sitting to squatting. When the radiation dragon swept the ground, he jumped.


    The plan has already begun. Under the order of the prince of poison fire, the third group of the radiation dragon Corps gathered on hell island in the red dragon sea area and successively put 100000 soldiers into the south land where the sun never sets. These soldiers will act as the advance troops for landing and shoulder the heavy task of investigating the terrain, blocking supplies and blowing up the transmission array.


    "Go, you little bastards."


    The Dragon baherton, the leader of the third group and a confidant of the prince of poison fire, once said to them, "go and do a big job, do some damage and make trouble at all costs. Remember, there is only a dead end to being caught. Let me see who is the most cunning rabbit among you."


    Airborne landing is more difficult than expected. Because the sun never sets, the Empire''s attack is too fierce, many radiation dragons have deviated from the track in dodging. I''m afraid only a few hundred of the 3000 soldiers in the five groups landed according to the set goal. Some jumped into fields, gardens, rivers and swamps, while others fell onto thorns and trees, Some unlucky people fell directly into the camp of the army with the sun never setting


    "What happened?"


    The old Latin American put on his clothes and pushed away the people in the bedroom. Although his assistant kept his voice down deliberately, he woke him up.


    "I''m sorry, your excellency."


    Xiao stood at his desk, straightened his back and said, "we have just received a message that Cherbourg has been bombed and a flying dragon has launched an air attack on us across the sea, but it has been repulsed by the garrison, and we have little loss."


    "Another air raid." Latin Amer rubbed his temples, took the strong tea handed by his assistant and sipped, "Xiao, do you still think Heiyi won''t land here?"


    "It''s just a few small-scale air strikes, maybe under the guise of black wing, I can''t tell." Xiao said honestly.


    "Several small-scale air raids..." Latin Amer smiled and waved to Xiao, "come."


    Together they looked at the huge map hanging on the wall.


    "St. Marlowe, wysenberg, howl channel, Utah embankment... Cherbourg."


    The commander of Latin America nodded his staff and drew a winding arc on the landmark that had been attacked. "Do you see clearly that the black wing air raid covered the South Bank of the Empire. They know very well which are the strategic objectives. Why do they always retreat at one touch and have no key attack? You know, they clearly have such strength."


    "General, i... I can''t guess." Xiao lowered his head in shame.


    "As you said, air strikes are really just a cover."


    Latin Amer was not angry. He knew the level of his assistant: "they did this to send the black winged soldiers into our territory and disturb the rear of the coastal garrison."


    He walked slowly to the door of the house, opened the door of the fortress and looked out. It was midnight. The soldiers of the surge Corps stood quietly in the shadow of the street house with long swords. There was a cluster of torches every 30 steps, which extended to the distance into several long and thin lines of fire, cutting the dark city vertically and horizontally.


    In the distance, the flags on the city wall sounded in the wind. The soldiers riding horses and Griffins shouted and brought orders to the watchers of the city, opened the city gate and began the search for "stowaways".


    "They will land."


    The general held his commander''s staff and whispered, "the black emperor will not rust his invincible fleet in the dock. According to the current situation, the landing is close at hand."


    He then turned and left. The war was imminent. He had to get enough sleep to ensure vigorous energy.


    Xiao looked at the back of Latin America and looked back at the dark and cold night sky. "Who is their commander? If the black emperor doesn''t come by himself, can anyone really attack the strong wall arranged by the general?"