Chapter 133 The troops are approaching the city

Author: Conquer people with virtue

Chapter 133 The troops are approaching the city

Following the signal to signal the attack, the four thousand crossbowmen on both sides of the valley launched their arrows into the air and aimed at the ogres down the slope.

In an instant, a sound like the buzzing of a swarm of bees sounded. It was the sound of thousands of bowstrings vibrating, followed by dense arrows.

The ogres who were fighting for supplies in the valley finally realized that they had been attacked, but at best they could only realize what had happened and could not make any response.

Thousands of arrows were thrown down from the sky at high speed, and the ogre, who lacked protection, suffered almost as soon as he encountered them.

The huge body now became a burden. Thousands of arrows covered a thousand ogres, and three to four hundred ogres were hit by arrows in just the first round of throwing.

A luckier ogre may only be hit by one arrow, which is considered a minor injury. But some unlucky ones may even be hit by more than a dozen arrows, and some who are shot in vital parts may even be seriously injured and on the verge of death.

After all, Turuan is the leader and has a slightly better brain. He has already realized that they were ambushed.

"Despicable green-skinned monkey!" he cursed, and found that the warg cavalry that attracted them had disappeared.

"Tear all those guys hiding up there into pieces, and I'm going to kick their heads like balls!"

Following Turuan's roar, the ogres had already launched an offensive along the hillside.

Although many ogres were injured in a round of volleys, only a few dozen of them were actually killed. Most of them were not seriously injured, and the anger in their hearts was fully aroused.

Seeing the ogres trying to rush up, the Osfir soldiers on the mountain did not panic at all. The angle of the hillside was close to 45 degrees, so it was not easy to get up. But it was much easier for them to attack down the mountain.

"Second round, fifteen volleys ready!"

The ogre reacted, but Osfir's attack had just begun.

After the soldiers shot the arrow, they quickly took out another arrow from the quiver, drew the bow, and stringed it.

The training of archers has been vigorously developed a long time ago, and Theos attaches great importance to it.

When the orcs invaded, the quality of most archers was still very poor, but after a few years, Osfir has grown into a large number of excellent archers.

Races with stronger physical strength, such as lizardmen, can fire powerful bows, while races with stronger physical strength, such as goblins, can also use crossbows and arrows.

"Buzz!"

Under the command of their respective mid-level officers, four thousand crossbowmen kept pouring firepower on the ogres below. The sky was full of flying arrows, one after another, flying downwards in unison.

The ogres at the front turned into hedgehogs after only two or three rounds of shooting. Dozens of arrows were already embedded in their bellies and arms.

Those rushing behind were also in trouble. The Osfir soldiers stood on the mountain and were looking down from a high position. They had many shooting angles, and their arrows could effortlessly pass over the ogres in front and attack behind them.

However, under the command of the officers, the focus of the archers' attack was still the ogres that rushed into the forefront.

It has to be said that these big guys do have two brushes. Not only are they fierce, but their flesh is also ridiculously thick. Most of the ogres can still charge after being shot into hedgehogs. They will only stop if they accidentally hit a vital part.

But Osfir's arrow rain was too dense. After the salvo, a free-fire order was issued. This gave the crossbowmen more room to play.

After all, the ogre is still a flesh and blood body, and there is no hard protection on the body. After being hit by too many arrows, it will inevitably lose a lot of blood. In addition, the hillside is indeed a bit steep. With the blessing of many factors, the vanguards who rushed to the front began one by one.

Fall down.

By doing this, they actually helped to harm their own people.

The heavy and heavy body rolled down the hillside, smashing a large piece of the people behind it. For a time, these ogres knocked down more people than the Osfir army's bows and arrows.

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Turuan stood below, feeling furious for the failure of the warriors. Different from ordinary ogres, he had already put on a set of crude iron armor and held a giant mace in his hand. He looked imposing.

amazing.

The bows and arrows shot from the mountain couldn't hurt him at all, but that didn't mean he could change the situation.

"What should we do? Boss, our soldiers can't charge forward." The ogre next to him asked.

While the arrows of Osfir's army have not been exhausted, the battle situation on the field has fallen into an endless cycle that is not conducive to the ogres.

"Let our soldiers retreat and stop wasting blood. As long as we rush through the intersection ahead, those guys on the mountain will be powerless."

Turuan pointed forward with his finger, which was exactly the direction the Warg Knights had left.

There is only one road and two openings in the valley, and Turuan hopes to let the tribesmen leave from the front.

As for returning the same way?

Let’s not talk about whether the ogres have the habit of retreating. Just considering their marching quality and discipline, retreating is not a good choice. It will be more efficient to move forward and leave.

Under the roar of some of the ogres that Tuluan had accepted, the Hanhan charging ogre army stopped committing suicide and tried to leave forward under the command.

Although Turuan stopped his losses in time, at least two to three hundred of them died in this battle.

"Sir, those ogres are going to run away!" On the mountain, the lizardman officer reported to Duyin.

"Don't worry about them. Send the order and tell the soldiers to quickly replenish arrows!"

"yes!"

Duyin observed the movements of the ogres with a telescope built by the Logistics Department. In his field of vision, they began to move towards the mouth of another valley without looking back. Only a few ogres could not let go of the property on the ground and were still fighting for it.

"They can't run away." Duyin smiled slightly.

This is exactly what happened. Before the ogre had gone far, a new situation appeared at the intersection ahead.

Dozens of iron bulls with shiny silver bodies stood across the mouth of the valley, their heads facing the ogres, and their front hooves pawing the ground restlessly.

The hobgoblin officers next to them carefully controlled these petrified cows, especially the storm petrified cow at the front. The reason why they could command the actions of these iron guys relied entirely on this petrified cow variant with a slightly higher IQ.

"It's up to you."

These petrified cows are the treasures of Osfir's army. You can see that their originally gray-white skin has been maintained by the soldiers until it emits a silver light.

"Attack!"

Seeing the ogre approaching, the two soldiers nearby moved a log in front of the petrified cow.

"Boom!"

The petrified cows, which had long been unable to restrain themselves, kicked their hooves and ran towards the ogres.

Earthshaking charge!

They are covered in thick iron armor, and once they charge, they are as fast as a tank, plus their sharp and forward-curved horns...

Just imagining it, all the soldiers stopped and shivered.

Soon, the petrified cow and the ogre collided. Almost instantly, the ogre team was overwhelmed.

Petrified cows are almost like lumps of iron, and ogres cannot withstand their huge impact. If a more miserable ogre hits their horns, they will be disemboweled and die on the spot.

The moment Turuan saw the petrified bull running towards him, he clenched the mace in his hand. As a leader, he couldn't always hide behind him, so he took aim at one of them.

Seeing the right moment, he did not confront him head-on, but shifted his position and attacked with the mace.

"when!"

The crisp sound of striking iron sounded, and Turuan could hardly hold the weapon in his hand, and almost let the stick fall out of his hand.

After receiving this blow, the petrified cow was also a little confused, and its momentum suddenly stopped and slowly stopped among the ogres.

Seeing the petrified cow stop, the ogres attacked it one after another and beat it randomly, but it had no effect.

It is true that they are strong, but how can they break the defense of these iron bulls with weapons such as wooden sticks and stone axes?

"Moo!" The petrified cow vigorously waved its horns on its head, forcing the ogre back. Then, a stream of green mist spurted out from its mouth and nose.

Petrified soil!

The mist with special poison enveloped the ogres, making them feel dizzy and sluggish. At first, these ogres who felt abnormal did not pay attention, but they soon paid the price.

After just a while, the bodies of these ogres, which were continuously affected by the petrified poisonous mist, began to turn gray and white, turning into stone.

More than half an hour later, the seven to eight hundred ogres were stirred into chaos by the dozens of petrified cows, causing at least two to three hundred more ogre casualties.

Facing these guys is like a human holding a wooden stick to deal with a steel husky. There is no way to start and can only restrict it.

But after all, there are only a few dozen petrified cows, and it is impossible for them to hold back hundreds of ogres.

However, this is enough.

The crossbowmen on the hillside also took this opportunity to shoot continuously without worrying about accidental injuries. When the arrows rained down, the petrified cow was safe and sound, but the ogre turned into a hedgehog.

"Quick, run!" Turuan shouted. He told his tribe not to get entangled with these iron bulls anymore. The most important thing at the moment was to get out of here.

As the casualties continued to increase, the ogres' fighting spirit began to dissipate, and their desire to escape became stronger and stronger.

But unknowingly, another group of people appeared at the mouth of the valley ahead.

They were a group of equally tall warriors, but what was different from the ogres was that their entire bodies were covered in heavy armor.

In the front row were the strong bugbears and black-scaled lizardmen. There were not many, only about eight hundred. But this number was desperate for the ogres.

And in the gaps between these heavy infantry, there are rows of six-meter-long iron guns.

Each of these iron guns was held by two soldiers. The gun barrels were held flat, and the sharp spearheads were pointed at the ogres.

These spears will first meet the impact of the ogres, and then the big men shrouded in the iron cans will attack them hand-to-hand.
To be continued...