"withstand!"
Soderol's voice was drowned out by the roar of the orcs almost instantly. Although the first row was only in contact with thirty or forty people, this kind of wild impact still made the nobles behind hear the thunderous roar——
The front line was squeezed and deformed. It was the first time that the barbarian soldiers encountered these stronger opponents. They raised their shields solemnly and tried their best to resist the guys in front of them...
"Blessing of Power!"
"Shield Bash!"
"boom!"
The neat formation of infantry collectively used this tactic to force the enemy back, but this time the enemy was not knocked out, but instead staggered half a step and rushed up again—the orcs are strong in body and extremely strong in resisting blows, unless they are knocked out. The long sword hurt the vitals, otherwise it would always be as tough as a wild beast. If the barbarian soldiers were not equipped with excellent equipment, most of the soldiers in the first row would have fallen by now.
However, it was these equipment that really played a role.
Although the orc's impact was fierce, it was quite a "three-axes" style. After the first three impacts failed to open the situation, the compression of the entire front immediately began to slow down—this was mainly because the wolf cavalry were not good at infantry combat at all. , or they don't know how to fight at all!
Their battles are entirely based on instinct, whether it is inter-tribal battles or internal duels, there has never been any "array" or "coordination". Except for Sauron's specially trained troops, all other All orcs are like this.
This also caused the orcs' offensive to slow down immediately after three minutes, and once they lost their momentum, they were completely suppressed at the bottom of the ramp!
The advantage of "condescending" is definitely not just for fun. Originally, barbarian soldiers were about the same height as orcs, but when they were in an uphill position, every time they pushed and collided, the orcs had to use 30 to 40 percent more strength to overcome them. Response—the orcs can resist once or twice, but after ten or eight times, these guys' physical strength quickly reached the limit...
"Ding!"
"Bang!"
The sound of this kind of weapon and armor colliding can be heard everywhere. The orcs advocate "one strength can reduce ten meetings", and great strength is everything, but they don't know... When inferior weapons meet excellent armor, it is difficult to cause unnecessary effects other than shock s damage.
The aristocratic private soldiers they attacked before were basically leather armor, which was no different from paper when facing the attack of the wolf. However, the barbarian soldiers wore "heavy iron armor", which was so thick that ordinary people could not afford to wear it. In addition, this is a face-to-face foot battle, and the attack power of the orcs has dropped significantly after losing the bonus of the warg, and the defense against the tower shield completely has a sense of powerlessness of "nowhere to attack".
After three or four minutes of crazy attack, only three barbarian soldiers in the front row were pulled to the back due to concussion injuries, while the second row of soldiers who followed up from the bench easily blocked the opponents out!
The city wall composed of fifteen tower shields was indestructible. Although there were many orcs, they couldn't deploy more troops on the narrow slope. The side with the advantage!
The short swords of the barbarian soldiers slashed and killed the orcs mercilessly. When the wolf cavalry lost the bonus of the wargs, they completely became a group of stragglers fighting on their own. Facing the united defense array, the first batch After leaving behind twenty-three corpses, the orcs had no choice but to retreat humiliatingly, dragging a group of wounded.
"Did you see it? The enemy is nothing to fear!"
Rody knew that morale must be maintained at this time, otherwise things like self-destruction without a fight would be uncontrollable. Following his words, the soldiers responded with shouts, and then chopped off the heads of the dead orcs on the spot, and placed them neatly in front of the trench.
The nobles, whose faces had always been ugly, also let out a long sigh of relief, and excitedly raised their swords and cheered—the originally desperate mood immediately improved significantly.
But the orcs in the distance couldn't bear this provocation. Even if someone asked Godard for orders to launch a second wave of attack, the warlord reached out to stop them, turned his head to look at the human camp waiting in full force, waved his hand, and led everyone to retreat...
The orc soldiers protested in bewilderment, but Godard was unmoved, and led the large army directly to the camp in front of the mine 300 meters away, and ordered them to station.
It was at this time that the sun completely fell into the horizon, and the surrounding scenery changed from warm to cool, and then completely darkened. The orcs who were still aggrieved finally realized the intention of the warlord, and they calmed down and stopped clamoring, but occasionally someone cursed in a low voice, and then they honestly lit a bonfire to prepare food for the wargs. Already...
"Don't go looking for trouble yourself at night, they won't be able to run away, even if we don't attack, they will rush out hungry after three days of surrounding, understand?"
Godard is not a single-minded fool. The area the opponent is stationing is only that big. There is no food or water in this kind of place. How long can more than 400 people survive without food or drink? If you can't attack by force, you must take the initiative. With the disadvantage of night blindness, you will not be so stupid as to ask for trouble.
Although that place was an excellent defensive position, it essentially cut off his retreat completely. From a military point of view, Rody had set up a "dead end" for himself.
"I thought there was something they could do, but I didn't expect to be so stupid as to stick to it, heh."
Godard also didn't expect things to develop to this point, but he saw the tricks, and now he still takes the initiative, "The patrol team will triple at night, and be careful of them breaking through at any time, and arrange it here. If these humans still have a little courage, then Just send them to death!"
"Yes! Lord Overseer!"
But as soon as these orders were arranged, the black-robed orc appeared in front of him again like a ghost.
"Lord Overseer, it seems that you are in some trouble now?"
"It's not troublesome, it just takes a little effort."
Although it is a cooperation, Godard has always disliked this shady guy. He waved his hand: "These guys will die sooner or later, don't worry about it."
"Of course, your plan is very reasonable, but I can assist a little, for example... let those humans spend this night 'happily'."
Godard frowned. He had noticed the hundreds of undead near the foot of the mountain early in the morning. The summoning technique of the other party was indeed dreadful. He thought for a moment not wanting to conflict with the other party, and simply agreed: "As long as you don't interfere with me Soldiers, then it’s up to you to toss.”
"no problem."
The black-robed orc's cheeks twitched stiffly in the shadows. Godard didn't want to see that creepy smile, so he simply turned his head to stare at the bonfire. The other party didn't talk nonsense, and left quietly.
Ten minutes later, the human camp not far away remembered the cry of battle. Some orcs looked up, but were reprimanded by Godard: "What are you looking at? You can't see clearly when the other party is running, and you can see a fart from such a distance? You should rest, you should patrol!"
*****
"Save your strength, sleep when you should, and don't worry about other things."
Two hundred meters away, Rody said similar words at the same time. His calm tone did not make people feel that the situation was critical—but in fact, the zombies surrounding the ramp had already blocked the ramp for dozens of meters. …
The smell of slightly rotting flesh and fresh blood in the air made one want to vomit. The soldiers of the "Rose Cross" had firm beliefs. Facing these undead creatures, they only had anger but no fear, but the nobles and private soldiers turned pale. Because these undead are basically the private soldiers of other nobles, and you can even see some nobles themselves...
The barbarian soldiers in the front row attacked the zombies in unison, but they did not dodge or dodge, and sometimes even opened their mouths to bite the tower shield. Faced with this kind of attack with no technical content, the soldiers would naturally not be polite, and the team in rotation constantly Cut down the approaching undead, if there are too many people, take a step back, and then rely on the collective "shield attack" to push back the enemy.
This defense has been going on for more than ten minutes, and the barbarian soldiers are constantly consuming their physical strength. Although the fighting intensity is not high, if this continues, they will eventually fall on the front line due to loss of strength.
Of course, Rody would not sit idly by. After lighting some improvised torches, he ordered: "Let those guys who have never fought to go to the front to assist in the battle, and get familiar with dealing with the undead as soon as possible."
He shouted instead: "These guys are no better than the wooden targets on the training ground. As long as you can beat the scarecrow, you can kill these zombies, understand?"
"Don't be afraid of being bitten. We have a bishop and three priests in our team. They are all excellent priests who have experienced jihad. None of them will die! Remember, we will not die here!"
p> Morale must be continuously encouraged by such means. Rody's face is full of confidence, but when he stands in the front of the platform and intuitively sees the number of undead troops that are still increasing, his heart is also tense. string.
"With this rotation, it may be okay to last until the sun rises tomorrow, but if the opponent still puts pressure, then we may be in danger..."
Soderol is also worried, and he also knows that the biggest problem now is not the enemy, but his own supply problem.
"Don't worry about that, just go to rest when it's time to rest. At dawn, we will counterattack."
Rody reached out and took out a stack of scrolls from the storage box next to "Train King", "Thankfully I was prepared..."
Not long after, group spells such as "Holy Protection Barrier", "Holy Light Burning", and "Gaze of the Gods" were released with golden light. The screams of the undead creatures continued, and the offensive was suspended for a while. Let the soldiers breathe.
But it didn't take long before the next batch of undead rushed over again, stepping on the corpses all over the ground...
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I haven't saved the manuscript, and writing a chapter is a chapter. I will try my best to make more updates these days.
Speaking of which, this is also the way of overdraft writing, and I will probably ask for a day off for a day off later. Whenever I see other people update their 4D, I feel envious. Although I have done this before, but now I can’t do it anymore...