Chapter 158 A hearty victory!

When the tribe's most proud warrior of God fell, all the gnolls also lost the confidence to continue fighting.

"Great Shaman, let's retreat!"

Ward shouted to Samir. At this time, there were fewer and fewer Jackals still fighting around, and the army had already been reduced to less than 400 people.

"There's nothing we can do, there's really nothing we can do."

Samir murmured, not being too pedantic, and he did plan to run away.

Even Birol had stopped thinking about casting spells. Since he was already wet, he couldn't let himself be seen with his gun raised.

The situation on the frontal battlefield quickly evolved into a rout. As the Blood Flag was ruthlessly cut down by the companion guards, no Jackal dared to turn back and fight.

Cannons harvested the lives of the defeated troops from time to time. Fortunately, to the joy of the jackals, the rats did not launch a pursuit.

The partner guards were immediately mobilized to support the river bank, while the third and fourth battalions stayed in place to defend the encirclement.

The current situation is just as Samir analyzed. The human actually only used more than 400 ratmen to surround them.

Several gnolls tried to climb over, but were quickly shot to death with crossbow arrows.

All the warriors who were guarding here to ensure their retreat were killed. What's even more cruel is that those rats even burned the suspension bridge!

Now all the jackals were trapped and died here.

Rather than saying it was a battle, it was more like the gnolls killing the goblins.

These warriors, riddled with holes and dying tragically, broke through the last psychological defense of the jackals.

There are more than 200 gnolls. If they are all conquered, they can be used as both labor force and food reserve.

Now the two attacking forces could finally be reunited.

Snapped!

Birol became so angry that he slapped the adjutant in the face.

Birol asked his most trusted lieutenant, his tone full of joy.

As for the goblin who died tragically, he was naturally ignored by both parties.

And when Ictor fires, he doesn't care whether there are goblins in the shooting area. He will only weigh whether the shot is profitable or not.

Outside the trench, a centurion composed of the Hawkeye Brigade and the House Rats were staring at them.

Dozens of corpses were left behind along the way, but they never thought that before they found the Jackal troops on the river bank, the kingdom's warriors took the initiative to join them.

"Wilbur, shout for them to surrender."

Ward's words rekindled the fighting spirit of the warriors, because surrender would only lead to a worse death.

"Useless thing! Trash! Beast! You even took the initiative to come into the encirclement!"

In this situation, Samir could only let out a long sigh, knowing that the situation was over and no matter how hard he struggled, it was useless.

With Windsor's grain harvest this year, it can fully afford to feed these guys.

Immediately afterwards, Samir, who was trying to cast a spell, was also given special care. A whole round of shotguns was aimed at him alone. Seventy-eight rounds of shotguns tore his body apart, and nothing could be done to save him.

"Go to the river! There is a glimmer of hope there!"

"Warriors of the tribe, we can't survive anymore! Rather than being humiliatingly eaten by those rats, it would be more satisfying to kill a few more!"

Three hundred goblins armed with strange-shaped weapons rushed towards the gnolls, and they were defeated as soon as they met.

"Did you break through the lines of those rats?"

After repeated blows, only a few kingdom warriors were still resisting, but after Ictor used the "Fire Storm" that was as high as a city wall, everyone became honest.

"Let the goblins out."

However, when the Sasha Maria cannon fires canisters, each shot can dump more than 120 pellets forward.

"Great Shaman, let me lead the warriors to charge again."

Under the leadership of Ictor, the cannon loaded with shotguns also moved straight towards the gnolls.

These more than a hundred kingdom warriors came from the river in a mighty manner. Doesn't it mean that they have finally secured a retreat?

Unexpectedly, the adjutant said:

"Yes, I'm sorry, Priest Birol, we were pushed back here.

But! But you can’t blame us! We’ve already killed most of them! Who knows those rats haven’t collapsed yet!”

At the critical moment, Priest Birol realized that the warriors should have the advantage on the river bank, and they would only need to escape by boat!

The large army quickly followed Birol and turned around.

However, Iket had ulterior motives in conquering them, which was related to the improvement of the territory's troops.

At this time, Iket also had to swallow the consequences of the three-light policy. Even though the jackals were surrounded to despair, they still ignited the last vestige of morale.

A warpstone bullet fired from a distance penetrated Birol's chest. Facts have proved that a transcendent without the blessing of corrupt power cannot survive a round in the gunman.

Regardless of whether they are ordinary soldiers or warriors wearing armor, in front of large-caliber artillery, all living beings are equal without any discrimination.

In this case, the gnolls, who had seen Ict's killing methods, decided to fight to the death.

After that, the partner guards fought out from the outside, cooperated with the remnants of the second group, and finally rescued the remaining rat troops, and also drove the jackals on the river bank to the center.

The priest who controlled the power of the sun died on the battlefield in frustration.

If they had a head-on confrontation with the current gnolls, they would inevitably have to kill a hundred elite rat-men.

At the same time, the firepower of Dimensional's guns did not stop for a moment. The jackals were knocked down after being shot, and they no longer knew where to flee.

This is the first time that the tribal warriors have charged so happily.

In order to reduce the casualties of the ratmen and gain more time for the output of long-range weapons, Ictor ordered the release of the goblin cannon fodder that had been prepared long ago.

When the jackals dragged their bodies covered in mud and rushed to the trench tiredly, they found that the previously erected ladder had long since disappeared.

The Jackals who rushed towards them saw the power of shotguns for the first time, and more than fifty people were killed in one encounter.

Ward finally requested, and Samir, who was desperate, could only let him give it a try.

Under the continuous bombardment of artillery, the jackals also reached their limit. Those warriors who were not afraid of death were almost dead because they rushed too far.

The conversation between Birol and his adjutant also attracted heavy firepower from the territory. In addition to the empty dimensional lightning cannon, the guns and artillery were all greeted at the same time.

Under Wilbur's persuasion in jackal language, the last two hundred jackal cowards had no choice but to put down their weapons, follow the rat people's request and squat on the ground with their hands on their heads.

The entire Windsor Territory was already littered with corpses, and the farmland was dyed red with blood. The shields and minced meat floating on the blood-red farmland fully demonstrated to Ictor what bleeding oars are.

The rat people who finally won the victory roared, venting the pressure of the battle to the sky, mourning the loss of their fighting comrades.

And after the short-term heartache passed, the victory brought about an extremely happy mood.
Chapter completed!