Chapter 1725: Air Raid

A great wind rises, the clouds fly away; how can I find brave warriors to guard the four corners of the land?

These are the words of an ancient emperor of Longyan, and they could not be more fitting to describe the mood of the King of Saxony at this moment.

He wants brave warriors to guard the four corners of his land.

But he does not know that while the great wind rises on Halei Mountain today, it is the beginning of Saxony's disaster.

At the summit of Halei Mountain, Liu Zheng stands with his hands behind his back, his gaze seemingly piercing through the mountain mist to see clearly the most important city in Saxony at the foot of the mountain.

Dresden!

This city is the most important heavy industrial zone of the Kingdom of Saxony, the heart of the entire country of Saxony.

For the King of Saxony, this place is of vital importance.

According to intelligence, in order to protect this city, the King of Saxony has stationed 150,000 troops, specifically to guard against an attack by the Longyan Army.

Thinking of this, Liu Zheng chuckles.

The Longyan Army indeed wants to destroy Saxony's heavy industrial zone, but certainly not through a frontal assault.

On Halei Mountain, the Saxon troops have absolutely no way to fight the Longyan Army.

But at Dresden, at the foot of the mountain, the Longyan Army also has no way to engage in a head-on confrontation.

They only have 50,000 troops, and no Cavalry; a frontal battle is simply unrealistic.

But this does not mean the Longyan Army has no way to destroy this city.

In human history, ever since there were airplanes and bombs were invented, there has been aerial warfare.

From the very first day aerial warfare was born, it directly influenced the changes in war; airplanes can almost ignore any natural barriers to launch devastating attacks on ground troops.

In this era where there is no concept of air superiority, an attack from the sky is absolutely a means of offense that no country or troop can counter.

Although current technical levels are limited, Liu Zheng cannot manufacture airplanes.

To have a true aerial battle.

However, a combat plan where gliders carry large amounts of explosives to crash into Saxony's heavy industrial zone is not something any troop can withstand.

Even the battlefield's great killers, the Heavy Cavalry, can only meet their doom on the spot when facing such an attack.

Wang Congyang bows deeply, the wind whipping his clothes, and shouts aloud: "My lord, the gliders are ready, the operation can begin at any time."

Liu Zheng glances at Dresden at his feet, turns around, and says coldly: "Begin."

Wang Congyang cups his hands and says in a deep voice: "Understood!"

Wang Congyang waves a Flag, pointing toward the direction of Dresden, and shouts aloud: "Advance!"

The Longyan Soldiers spread out, pushing the gliders, their speed increasing more and more, and finally, when the speed reaches its peak, the Longyan Soldiers shout in unison!

The gliders are pushed off the cliff, like great eagles battling the sky.

They cleave through the wind and waves, soaring forward in the air.

Soon, the Longyan Army is pushing one glider after another to soar in the air.

Humans have yearned for the firmament since long ago, and Liu Zheng has also manufactured Gliders that can soar into the firmament; although they can carry people to soar in the air, they cannot be used like gliders to carry large amounts of explosives to launch a direct air raid.

But now, the Gliders can do exactly that.

The not-so-large Gliders, after soaring for a distance in the air, draw a beautiful arc and fall heavily.

At this time, the Saxons in Dresden see things falling from the sky—not large, looking like birds—and scream repeatedly.

They quickly dodge.

Seeing these things, the Saxon troops are immediately alerted; these must be things dropped by the Longyan Army.

But they do not know what these things are.

The Saxon troops are merely evacuating the populace on the ground and do not take these strange things, which look like birds magnified several hundred times, to heart at all.

But soon,

They realize something is wrong.

The distance from Halei Mountain to Dresden is too far for Cannonballs to reach, yet these things manufactured by the Longyan Army are able to crash into Dresden; there must be something fishy about this.

The Saxon troops immediately become alert.

Soon, the Longyan Army's Gliders fall and crash directly into a Factory in Dresden.

The massive impact shatters these Gliders, but it also causes the Fire Stone loaded inside to expand violently.

The cotton cloth, already soaked in Alcohol, ignites crazily under the sparks of the Fire Stone, directly igniting the explosives.

Boom!

A violent explosion erupts instantly, scattering sparks everywhere and igniting countless fires.

They are instantly buried in a sea of fire.

The power of the explosion is immense; before these Saxon troops can even react, those nearby are blown to pieces.

And as the gliders disintegrate in mid-air, the sparks that fall cover an even wider area.

At this time, the King of Saxony has just received the news.

The Longyan Army has launched an attack from the air; he was originally bewildered—an air raid, that is unrealistic!

The distance from Halei Mountain to Dresden is too far; even if the Longyan Army's attack could reach, it would be impossible to cause any major damage to Dresden.

After all, he has stationed over 100,000 troops in Dresden now; no matter how powerful the Longyan Army is.

He does not believe these forces cannot handle it.

But the next second, the King of Saxony feels how ridiculous his thoughts were.

A servant stumbles in, nearly falling to the ground, and before the King of Saxony can speak, he says urgently: "Your Majesty, Dresden is finished, our heavy industrial zone has turned into a sea of fire!"

"What!" The King of Saxony is stunned, then rushes out.

After rushing out of the Wanggong, he sees rolling thick smoke in the sky, and the sky in the direction of Dresden is already a fiery red color.

The King of Saxony is struck as if by lightning, his hair standing on end, and a chill rushes from the soles of his feet straight to his crown.

Dresden is gone.

This thought emerged, instantly weighing him down until his whole body felt powerless; he staggered back a few steps, lost his footing, and fell directly in front of the Wanggong.

"Gone, how could Dresden be gone!"

A servant hurriedly helped the King of Saxony up and said with a mournful face, "Your Majesty, the Longyan Army descended from the sky, as if it were a divine punishment sent down by the Lord."

"Our army had never seen such a method of attack, nor did they know how to block it."

"The fire spread very quickly; Dresden has now turned into a sea of flames, and we have no news from the front lines."

"Your Majesty, the Longyan Army is truly like the Lord's army; let us surrender!"

The King of Saxony looked at the flames shooting into the sky, and after hearing these words, he gave a dazed laugh.

"Dresden is gone, and Saxony is finished too!"

After saying this, the King of Saxony could no longer suppress the blood in his chest and spat it out; his vision suddenly went black, and he fainted.

Liu Zheng looked coldly at the sea of flames in the city of Dresden.

Without speaking, he watched the Longyan Army, which had long been prepared to leave, and gave a faint order: "Retreat."

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