Chapter 390: Little Battle (Part 1)

In the whining horn. The Orcs shook off their rough feet, and stepped on the ashes with uneven steps. Begin to advance towards the human camp.
Until Lorraine and they were one mile apart, the team of orcs stopped.
The soldiers are under the leadership of their patriarchs. Raising the weapon in his hand over his head, "Aoao.'s screamed.
Lorraine looked at it and couldn't help being very curious. He stretched out his hand and called a warrior of the orc tribe who had taken refuge in him.
In the early days of the war, many half-orcs living on the border, under the coercion and lure of Lord Lorraine, had already taken refuge in the human race. Moreover, these guys were dazzled by Lord Lorraine's huge ticket, and they followed him resolutely.
If the full score of loyalty is 100 points. Then their loyalty is as high as one hundred and five!
Even, they formed a servant army composed of pure half-orcs, following the imperial regiment, and helping the imperial regiment hard.
Of course, if they occasionally can’t change the way they eat shit, they go outside the border and reach out to their compatriots, rob, rob, rob, or something. But as long as it was divided into Lord Lorraine according to international practice, his old man also pretended not to see it.
Those half-orcs who were called "deeply understand the righteousness and conform to the historical trend" in the five-year compulsory education textbooks of the empire were hated by their kinsmen. They were called the beasts of the orcs. ,like. Maybe" a bit lustful?
Lorraine called the orc, and then pointed to the other side. Asked: "What are they doing?
The orc glanced at it, and then replied respectfully: "Master Hui, that is a moment unique to my clan. And I am invincible. Immortal, no return, extremely brave."
Lorraine stagnated, looking at the pride on the face of the orc, but he was extremely disdainful in his heart: these poor ghosts. Can't afford even the worst alcohol. Only use slogans to leak points
But at the same time, the Ferguson is keenly aware of the huge business opportunities: If I spend some time, let the Flying Eagle Company buy some rotten potatoes at a low price, and refine them into wine, I can definitely sell it for a big price. ,
Just when he was wandering outside and thinking wildly.
At this moment, he saw a half-orc holding a black scorpion banner coming out of the army.
Witchin and Torek walked in front of the Durche alone, and they could not walk beyond the range of the bow and arrow of the imperial regiment.
Hanging their battle axe heavily on the ground, Witchin and Torek looked up at the fortified army formation on the high slope, their eyes flashed with a gleam of light, and the sunlight reflected from the armor and sharp blade narrowed his eyes. Up.
Seeing the well-equipped and disciplined human army at the top of the slope, Witchin and Torek were suddenly startled, and he suddenly thought of himself who was as stupid as a stunned boy three years ago.
"Isn't it? At that time, I was just like these ignorant tribes, thinking that the prairie is the whole world, Vichin and Torek glanced at his compatriots and snorted contemptuously.
"I think I'm at the forefront and kill the most people. I am a qualified patriarch. If this goes on, maybe I can only slowly rot on the sandy beach in the south, and live my whole life to a few beasts and a few women."
"If there was no Deipole, if there were no Deipole Wiczyn and Tolék whispered to himself. Can't tell what he feels in his heart, for that woman like a fairy. There is gratitude, admiration, and Annoyed and angry.
"Soon, as long as I can occupy Nian. Human craftsmen, human farmers, and our orc warriors, I can also build an invincible army. All those who stand in front of me, I will poke them. Shred."
Witchin and Torek raised their battle axe, raised their heads and shouted with all their strength: "Fight."
The black armored soldiers behind him roared with Vichin and Torek, and their momentum instantly overwhelmed the half-orcs on the battlefield, causing the human soldiers to look sideways at them.
Lorraine regained consciousness, then raised his chin slightly.
The orc next to him immediately understood. Lowly introduced him the resume of the orc chief.
Lorraine was surprised now. He stared carefully at Vichin and Torek across. He is also very interested in such a half-orc patriarch who has the ambition to mix in the grassland.
According to his spy intelligence agency, the goblin venture capital company subordinate to the East Factory, the information returned is that the former patriarch of the Abendan tribe is also determined to unify the grasslands.
But the poor guy died in the hands of the opposite person, and Witchin and Torek were ambitious, and they organized an alliance of half-orcs, even though these tribes had their own ghosts.
Lorraine knew that a character like this would either be a mess against the sky or die miserably, and the guy in front of him, Lorraine rubbed his chin. Xindao: Fortunately, it doesn't look like it's against the sky. At least it looks rather frustrated, not in line with the aesthetics of the greatest woman of this era.
As for why men who conform to the aesthetics of strong women can get mixed up. Isn't this nonsense, even. You can count on a man who can't build the world's number one harem.
Seeing the orcs screaming like a wild animal, Vera stared at them dissatisfiedly, Mosuo held her white and tender little hands, trying to give them a teaching lion not to bark in front of them, the same, The dragon could not tolerate other creatures arrogantly.
Although Vera looked well-behaved, she was still suffering from poison in Lorraine, but the decades of compulsory education for the Fang clan was not given for nothing.
As the most powerful race in the world, dare to jump around in front of them, usually with a slap to death. The delicious ones are taken back for hot pot, and the ones that are not delicious are thrown out to feed the dogs.
Lorraine watched Vera's white cheeks bulging. Puffed up, patted her shoulder. Say loudly: "It's a shame to call it high, do you want to go to the orangutan in the forest?"
The half-orc was covered in tattered fur. At this moment, his hands were raised above his head, his mouth wide open, his mouth full of sharp teeth. The yelling look really looks like the screaming orangutan.
When Lorraine said so, everyone around him burst into laughter.
Vichin and Tolek swung their battle axe, pointed at the human army, and shouted: "Kill".
"Kill!" The Durqis behind him raised their weapons and roared towards the human army.
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All the orc soldiers followed with a roar, rushing towards the high like a tide.
General Firdoris was standing under the eagle flag of the Ruman Empire, watching the endless stop. All over the field, the half-orcs whose footsteps shook the earth trembling, but still extremely calm and orderly giving orders.
Officers at all levels stand at the forefront of their respective ranks. Follow the orders of Ferdoris to adjust the team.
"put."
Seeing the orcs come into range, the officer of the trebuchet unit decisively waved down.
The soldier picked up an axe to cut the rope, and with a "boom", the huge handle of the trebuchet cocked. Threw a piece of cobblestone the size of half a person high into the sky.
The heavy stone was under the gaze of the human soldier. It crossed a beautiful arc, then smashed deeply into the team of half-orcs, instantly splashing flesh and blood, plowing a huge blood-colored gap from the half-orcs soldiers.
"Dry Drift"
"it is good"
There was a burst of enthusiastic cheers among the legions.
"Quick, quick, come again for those puppies."
Amid the anger of the officers, the soldiers swiftly returned the levers to their positions. The soldiers who moved the winch gritted their teeth and pulled the handles with a sullen expression. The rope quickly creaked.
The ballista pulled off the camera, and there was a loud noise.
The huge crossbow arrow with the thickness of the arm flew out obliquely towards the sky, and even the ballista bounced off the ground, and instantly fell to the ground, splashing a burst of dust.
The crossbow arrows flew over the heads of human soldiers in a visible trajectory, crossed a beautiful low parabola, and plunged into the crowd of half-orcs.
Due to the high kinetic energy, those half-orcs shot by the crossbow arrows are like glass hit by a rock, being smashed into pieces directly by the huge inertia and heavy arrows, and bursting open like a balloon.
The orc exclaimed, and the formation became chaotic in an instant. The places that were attacked by the boulders and crossbows were scattered, but the other places were crowded together.
At this moment, a long and sad horn came from behind the orcs.
Immediately afterwards, the half-orc who had been yelling, speeded up again. It is almost trying hard to rush towards the human position.
Firdoris raised his right hand slightly and said: "The archer is accurate."
The messengers waved their flags. Yelled, "The archer is ready, the archer is ready"
The command was passed on quickly, layer by layer, like an echo from a distance.
The officers of the bow team in the front row received the order, raised their long swords, and shouted: "Quasily"
The archers drew out the long arrows that had been pierced into the soil and put them on the longbows. Then exhausted the strength of suckling, pulling the bowstring laboriously. There was a sour "crunchy" sound.
The officers yelled at their voices and shouted: "Let the arrows. Let the arrows, let them go."
Arrows like dark clouds were shot into the sky. It was like a terrible metal storm.
The bow and arrow fell, in the team of the orcs. It was like being sprinkled with a lot of sand suddenly. Countless empty spots appeared in an instant, and they were all half-orcs who fell after being hit by an arrow.
But these vacancies were immediately filled by the dashing orcs.
"Prepare," put. "
Another round of arrows poured down. This time some half-orcs shrewdly raised their wooden shields covered with animal skins, but were easily shot through by sharp arrows.
Then the third round, the fourth round
Orcs can only speed up passively. Quickly rushed through the attack of the archers.
At a distance where the tongue from the opposite half-orc could be seen clearly, following the order from the rear, the officers shouted: "The archer retreats
The archers put away their crossbows, quickly turned and ran back, through the gap left by the infantry, and returned to the camp, rubbing their swollen arms while waiting for the order to fight again.
The infantry quickly filled the gap and settled down. Put the shield on his chest and raise the long sword in his hand. Waiting for the impact of the orcs.
The officer in the front row raised the sword in his hand and shouted, "For the Empire."
"For the Emperor"
The soldiers roared to the curtain, their weapons beat their shields, blood rushed to the brain, adrenaline secreted madly, and the arms holding hands trembled with excitement.
"For the empire, kill."
The half-orc running in the forefront "puff puff rumble" crashed into the soldier's shield, brandishing the simple weapon in his hand, and desperately smashing the human soldier on the opposite side.
Human soldiers resisted the impact. Immediately afterwards, the spearman next to him was ordered by the officer. Shout loudly and put the
Suddenly a screaming scream sounded.
At this time, the spear retracted. Countless blood spattered out, followed by a while.
But the remaining half-orcs did not give in. They stared with blood-red eyes, roared loudly, waved their weapons, and slammed into the Throne of God Seal at the human soldiers on the opposite side.
The weapon slashed on the armor, the sound of jingle, the long sword slashed on the naked body, it was a dull "puff".
The human soldiers who had been repeatedly hit and retreated were quickly withstood by their comrades.
Those half-orcs who bravely rushed into the human array had no time to cheer, but were surprised to find that he had to face the weapons extended from three directions. Then in an instant. It was smashed into a colander. The blood dripped into the soil along the blade.
The soldiers in the battle became more and more enthusiastic, in order to be able to slash the opponent, even ignoring the weapons already on them.
The half-orcs are like tides rushing to the coast, one after another on the rocks, splashing waves.
Well-trained human soldiers rely on sophisticated armor and tacit cooperation, and they will not retreat like a rock, clinging to their front.
Half-orcs accumulated more and more in front of the phalanx of human soldiers. In the end, every Orc soldier was pushed by the crowd and hit the human shield continuously. And some half-orcs can even lie above the crowd. Leaping into the phalanx of mankind, they were all pierced with a sword by the soldiers waiting in the rear.
The pressure on the front line is getting greater and greater, and finally involuntarily began to step back. The soldiers in the back row quickly inserted into the gap and took their place.
Hit by weapons like battle axes and maces. The soldier who yelled and fell to the ground, Ye Lixuan was dragged out by the people behind him, and handed it over to the locked soldier guarding behind.
Every second, countless warriors spit blood and wailed to the ground. The sparks produced by the collision of their weapons were always shining between the human soldiers in red and silver armor and the dark-brown orc warriors.
This is a hard-to-fight without falsehood, the top legion in the human world, forcibly shaking the orc warriors who have grown up in battle since childhood.
Unconsciously, a lot of blood was like a stream. It has slowly moistened the dry ground under their feet, infiltrated the already charred weeds, and even covered the soldiers' ankles in some places.
The roar of the soldiers, the tearing of the weapon barrels, the screams of pain, and the screams of wounds converged on the battlefield into a strange and terrifying noise, which made people unable to hear. But it came into the ear very clearly
Under the order of the commander of the Firdoris legion. The human soldiers guarded their phalanx, firmly defending their positions.
The formation of the half-orcs is like a crescent moon in the inner four, constantly impacting the human position from the front and the flanks.
And behind the human position is Lorraine's camp centered on the fortress. The Nian army on the inside line can easily mobilize the reserve team. Going to support the critical striker, Captain Firdoris, can get a clear overview of the entire battlefield and quickly pass his orders to the troops in battle.
The battle continued, and the team of half-orcs became more and more chaotic, and even the human soldiers had to follow them to move in formation. At this time, the formation of the two sides has become two arcs, the half-orcs are in the large arc of the outer circle, and the humans are guarding the inner circle.
The half-orcs tried hard to break through the human formation, but every time they were pushed back by the reinforcements that rushed there quickly.
The Durchis led by Witchin and Torek have been on the front, constantly pushing forward, but they have never been able to rush through a phalanx formed by only a few rows of soldiers.
The crossbowmen on the high posts in the camp even kept shooting arrows at the team of half-orcs.
More and more troops are requesting reinforcements from General Ferdolis at the rear, and Ferdolis, who calmly observed the battlefield, only ordered them to "stand."
The battle lasted for more than an hour, and both sides were now out of breath.
It made the orcs angry and confused. No matter how they attacked, Nian's army just hid behind their huge tower shield. A long sword was stretched out from the gap, and a sword was stabbed fiercely on the orc who hit the shield.
Like a hedgehog ~EbookFREE.me~ with all spikes erected, Nian's army kept shrinking. Reinforcing their own front, so that they can only use their weapons in vain, knocking on the opponent's shield, and they can't attack at all. There is no way to use their numerical advantage.
At this time, the human phalanx has left its original position. Backed out for more than a hundred feet, but the tight and orderly formation has never changed.
Lorraine was still standing on the fortress. Observing the battlefield below calmly, at this moment, seeing the situation of both sides, Lorraine finally let out a sigh of relief and gasped heavily, revealing a trace.
When Vera saw Lorraine’s smile, she knew that the orcs below was dead, but she asked incomprehensibly: "Master, we won there, why can’t I tell?
Lorraine pointed to the team of half-orcs, and said: "In the half hour of the net battle, between the front and rear arrays swapping, our team retreated about 80 feet, the next half an hour. Our line We stepped back about thirty feet, and our front line hasn't taken a step back since just now.
this means. They have exhausted their energy, now, it is time for us to shoot (to be continued)