Count Jacob did not sit still and wait for death. Relying on his agility as a soldier and his powerful dynamic vision, he shuttled through the artillery fire and dodged the bombardment again and again.

However, he knew that this was not the end.

Count Jacob raised his head and looked into the distance, his eyes slightly narrowed, his sight seemed to penetrate the billowing smoke.

Over the past few months, after many brutal positional battles at the cost of tens of thousands of lives, he has thoroughly understood the "three tricks" of the Burning Army's tactics.

First use artillery to bombard, then let the flying dragons sweep, and finally finish with ground troops such as infantry and cavalry.

"Roar--"

Sure enough, a long dragon roar was heard.

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

Count Jacob roared:
"Flying Dragon! Watch out in the sky!"

However, before the soldiers could climb out of the fortifications, the wyverns swooped down to the top of the city.

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

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

However, this was only one wave of attack. After swooping over the city, the dragons climbed up again, skillfully making detours and turns, and were about to launch the next wave of attack.

"Spread out! Spread out!"

Count Jacob roared.

These remaining 3,000 soldiers are his last resort and the most loyal soldiers to him and the United Kingdom of the North.

He had experienced several such attacks, each of which resulted in heavy losses for his troops.

But even so, Count Jacob was still helpless.

Any individual will be limited by factors such as birth, education, and the era he belongs to. Jacob Rosa is already considered one of the top generals in the North, but facing this cross-era, combined land and air attack, he still can't find any solution.

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

Just these few rounds of artillery fire and flying dragon sweeps caused him to lose another 500 precious soldiers.

Count Jacob was filled with anger and had no place to vent it, so he stretched out his hand.

"Give me a strong bow."

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

Count Jacob nocked the arrow skillfully.

The muscles in his arms were bulging and the veins were bulging.

With his well-honed physique and unparalleled strength, he was able to pull the longbow to its full extent, which even the orcs could hardly pull.

"A monster from the Burning Kingdom!"

"Buried with my soldiers!"

Suddenly, a piercing scream broke through the air.

"Whoosh-"

The sharp arrow directly pierced through a flying dragon and the knight on its back. The dragon flapped its wings weakly and struggled, then fell to the wilderness wailing.

It even caused several flying dragons behind it to be hit and become chaotic in the air.

Count Jacob roared: "Monsters! You will never be able to defeat the Scandinavians!"

"Shoot them down!"

"My Lord Count!"

However, the number of wyverns was too great, despite the soldiers' counterattacks with arrows.

But after all, not everyone is a powerful warrior like Count Jacob, and there are only a few flying dragons that can be shot down by them.

More arrows fell down limply when flying in the air, but the flames spewed out by the wyvern were enough to kill the soldiers who shot the arrows.

This is an unequal battle.

After several more rounds of swoops and sweeps, the city walls were already engulfed in flames and corpses were strewn across the ground.

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

"Yes, Marshal."

The hobgoblin general under his command responded quickly.

Snowflakes fell and drifted onto the top of the city.

Creates a solemn and murderous atmosphere.

There was deathly silence on the city wall.

Count Jacob looked at the army of the Burning Kingdom marching like a thick wall in the distance, his eyes suddenly sharpened, as if he had made some kind of decision.

"Even if I die, I want to die on a glorious battlefield! Prepare your horses!"

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

"boom!"

The city gate slowly opened. Jacob Rosa held high the tattered flag in his hand, rode a white horse and rushed to the front, and behind him were five hundred knights.

He wanted to die in a glorious charge.

Becoming a part of the epic of the death of the North and a heroic figure worthy of praise, the name Jacob Rosa will forever be associated with bravery and loyalty.

The sound of horse hooves could be heard.

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

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Intensive gunfire rang out.

The knights who followed Count Jacob in the charge fell one after another, only Jacob, wearing 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!"

The soldiers of the Burning Cinders Kingdom roared excitedly and rushed towards him waving swords and guns.

"Damn, that boss has purple equipment!"

"Fight him! Kill him!"

"Don't snatch it from me!"

The players screamed with excitement and used all kinds of professional methods to throw spells, hidden weapons and even sundries at him as if they were free.

Facing the enemies rushing in like a tide, Count Jacob sneered and roared ferociously:

"You can't defeat me!"

"You will never be able to bring a true Scanian to his knees!"

“Maybe I will die here today, but my unyielding soul will wander around this land. I will become a nightmare that you will never forget in your life!”

"Come on, come on—"

His voice suddenly stagnated, his gaze became a little slow, and red light flashed in his eyes.

Under the gaze of everyone, Count Jacques dismounted like a puppet, then raised his hands and even took off his armor on his own initiative.

He surrendered?
"Don't worry about anything else, just grab the equipment!"

Players rushed forward one after another, fearing that the rare treasure would be snatched away, and the scene became chaotic for a while.

"boom!"

There was a sudden gunshot.

A bloody hole appeared on Count Jacob's forehead.

His expression suddenly became distorted with pain.

People quickly turned around and saw a skinny man holding a steel gun. The barrel of the gun was slightly hot and the hand holding the gun was still shaking - there was a mark on his neck that symbolized serfdom.

Immediately afterwards, more gunshots rang out, and spells came overwhelming, drowning the count.

Finally, his strong body was covered with wounds and he slowly fell backwards.

The players swarmed in like wild dogs snatching food, and Jacob Rosa's rare relics became the focus of the players' competition.

"Damn it, the NPC stole the monster!"

"That guy again?"

"Damn good luck."

"Wait, go grab the equipment!"

The last hero of the North died just like that.

A ripple in space appeared, and the Ogre Grand Mage, holding a staff and an expressionless Rump, appeared next to the military recorder.

"Lord Trump?!"

"What do you want?"

Faced with this sudden distinguished visitor, the military recorder's words were trembling, and he couldn't even hold the pen tightly in his hand, and almost dropped it to the ground.

"Remember what I said."

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

"Yes, my lord!"

"I will follow your instructions word for word. Everything you say is the absolute truth."

Jacob Rosa made a mistake.

History is always written by the victors.

Rather than mourning the dead. (End of this chapter)