Amidst the whistling horns, the orc warriors shook off their rough bare feet, stepped carelessly through the ashes with uneven steps, and began to advance towards the human camp.
Until they were one mile away from Lorraine and the others, the orc team stopped.
Under the leadership of their respective clan leaders, the soldiers raised their weapons above their heads and screamed "Aoao".
Lorraine looked at it and couldn't help but be extremely curious. He stretched out his hand and called over a half-orc tribe warrior who had taken refuge with him.
In the early days of the war, many orcs living on the border had already defected to the human race under the coercion and inducement of Lord Lorraine. Moreover, these guys were given a lot of money and houses by Lord Lorraine.
He was stunned and followed him firmly.
If the full score of loyalty is one hundred points, then their loyalty is as high as one hundred and fifty points~!
They even formed a servant army composed of pure half-orcs to follow the Imperial Legion and help the Imperial Legion without complaint.
Of course, if occasionally they can't stop eating shit, go outside the border, reach out to their compatriots, and rob, rob, rob, etc. But as long as they follow international practice, they will be given to Luo
Lord Lin was divided, and the old man pretended not to see it.
Those half-orcs who are described in the textbooks of the empire's five-year compulsory education as "understanding the righteousness and following the trend of history" are deeply hated by their fellow tribesmen and are called orc traitors, or beasts, traitors for short - this
The title seems, seems, maybe... a bit lewd?
Lorraine called the orcs, then pointed to the opposite side and asked, "What are they doing?"
The orc took one look at it, and then replied respectfully: "Sir, that is the unique war cry of our tribe. When their cry reaches its highest point and their emotions are at their most passionate, that is the moment when they launch an attack. And I am invincible.
It is extremely brave to live without death."
Lorraine paused, looking at the pride on the half-orc's face, but feeling extremely disdainful in his heart: These poor guys can't even afford the poorest quality alcohol. They can only stimulate their emotions by shouting slogans~!
But at the same time, the lord was keenly aware of the huge business opportunities: If I spend some time and 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 again and thinking wildly.
At this time, I saw an orc holding a black scorpion flag walking out of the military formation on the opposite side.
Vechin and Torek walked alone at the front of the Dulci people, barely out of the range of the imperial legion's bows and arrows.
Putting their battle axes heavily on the ground, Vechin and Torek looked up at the strict military formation on the high slope. A flash of light flashed in their eyes. The sunlight reflected by the armor and sharp blades stung him and squinted his eyes.
.
Looking at the well-equipped and well-disciplined human army on the top of the slope, Vechin and Tolek suddenly fell into a daze. He suddenly thought of himself who was as stupid as a young man three years ago.
"Isn't it? At that time, I was just like these ignorant tribes, thinking that the prairie was the whole world." Vechin and Tolek glanced at his compatriots and snorted contemptuously.
"I think that being at the front and killing the most people means I am a qualified clan leader. If this continues, maybe I can only rot slowly on the gravel beach in the south, living my whole life just to snatch a few beasts and a few women."
"If there is no Deipole, if there is no Deipole." Vechin and Tolek murmured to themselves in a low voice. He couldn't tell what he felt in his heart. He was grateful and admired for that fairy-like woman.
, there is also resentment and anger.
"Soon, as long as I can capture Naian, with human craftsmen, human farmers, and our half-orc warriors, I will be able to build an invincible army. Anyone who stands in front of me, I will kill them.
Tear into pieces.”
Vechin and Torek raised their battle axes, raised their heads and roared with all their strength: "Fight."
The black-armored soldiers behind him roared angrily along with Vechin and Torek, and their roar instantly overshadowed the orcs on the entire battlefield, causing the human soldiers to look at them sideways.
Lorraine suddenly came back to her senses, and then raised her chin slightly.
The half-orc next to him immediately understood and introduced the half-orc leader's resume to him in a low voice.
Lorraine was very surprised at the moment.
He stared carefully at Vechin and Torek across from him. He was also very interested in such an orc leader who had the ambition to mix the grassland.
According to the intelligence sent back by the spy intelligence agency in his hands, Goblin Venture Capital Company, a subsidiary of Dongchang, the previous leader of the Aquitan tribe also aspired to unify the grasslands.
However, the poor guy died in the hands of the man on the other side. Moreover, Vechin and Torek were ambitious and organized an unprecedented coalition of orcs, even though these tribes had their own agendas.
Lorraine knew that a person like this would either be in a mess, or die miserably. As for the guy in front of him, Lorraine rubbed his chin and thought: Fortunately, he doesn't look like he is in heaven.
At least she looks rather depressed and does not conform to the aesthetics of the greatest women of this era.
As for why a man who conforms to the aesthetics of a strong woman can prosper, isn't this nonsense? How much ability do you expect from a man who can't even build the best harem in the world?
Seeing the orcs roaring at the top of their lungs like wild beasts, Vera stared at them with dissatisfaction, rubbing her white and tender little hands, trying to teach them a lesson - dogs are not allowed to bark in front of lions.
Similarly, the dragon cannot tolerate other creatures being arrogant in front of it.
Although Vera looks well-behaved and clever, she always looks like a doormat around Lorraine, but the decades of compulsory education of the Dragon Clan are not in vain.
As the race with the highest force value in the world, anyone who dares to jump around in front of them will usually be slapped to death. The delicious ones will be taken back to make hot pot, and the unpalatable ones will be thrown out directly to feed the dogs.
Lorraine looked at Vera's white cheeks puffed up and puffed up with anger, patted her shoulder and said loudly: "Screaming loud is useful. Do you want to go to the forest to pick up orangutans?"
The half-orc was dressed in tattered fur, with his hands raised above his head, his mouth wide open, showing a mouth full of sharp teeth, and howling, he looked exactly like a screaming orangutan.
Hearing what Lorraine said, everyone around him burst out laughing.
Vechin and Tolek swung the battle axes in their hands, pointed at the human military formation, and shouted: "Kill~!"
"Kill!" The Dulci behind him raised their weapons and roared towards the human army.
"Kill~!"
All the orc soldiers roared and rushed towards the high slope like a tide.
General Firdolis stood under the eagle flag of the Ruman Empire, looking at the orcs all over the mountains and plains, whose footsteps made the earth tremble, but he remained extremely calm and gave orders in an orderly manner.
Officers at all levels stood at the forefront of their respective teams and adjusted their teams according to Firdolis's orders.
"put."
Seeing the orcs entering the shooting range, the officer of the trebuchet force waved his hand decisively.
The soldier picked up the ax and cut the rope. With a "bang-dong" sound, the huge lever of the trebuchet tilted up and threw a boulder as big as half a man high into the sky.
Under the gaze of the human soldiers, the heavy stone drew a beautiful arc, and then smashed deeply into the orcs' ranks. Blood and flesh spattered instantly, plowing out a huge bloody gap among the orcs.
"Nice job~!"
"Okay~!"
"..."
A burst of warm cheers suddenly broke out among the legions.
"Quick, quick, give those bastards another try."
Amid the officers' scoldings, the soldiers quickly returned the lever to its original position. The soldier who pulled the winch gritted his teeth and pulled the handle with a ferocious look on his face. The rope soon made a squeaking sound.
The catapult gunner pulled down the machine gun, and there was a loud "boom" sound.
The huge crossbow arrow, which was as thick as an arm, flew diagonally towards the sky. The entire ballista and the ballista bounced off the ground, and instantly fell to the ground again, throwing up a burst of dust.
The crossbow arrow flew over the heads of the human soldiers in a trajectory visible to the naked eye, drew a beautiful low parabola, and plunged into the crowd of orcs.
Due to the large kinetic energy, the orcs shot by the crossbow arrows were like glass hit by a stone. They were directly smashed into pieces by the huge inertia and heavy arrows, and exploded like a balloon.
The orcs exclaimed, and the formation instantly became chaotic. The places attacked by boulders and crossbow arrows were scattered, while other places were crowded together.
At this time, a long and mournful horn was heard coming from behind the orcs.
Immediately afterwards, the orcs, who had been howling all the time, sped up again and rushed towards the human position with almost all their might.
Firdolis raised his right hand slightly and said: "Archers, prepare~!"
The messengers waved their flags and shouted loudly, "Archers prepare, archers prepare~!"
The orders were passed down quickly, layer by layer, like distant echoes.
The officers of the archery team in the front row received the order, raised their swords one after another, and shouted loudly: "Get ready~!"
The archers pulled out the long arrows that had been pierced into the soil and put them on the long bows. Then they used all their strength to pull the bow strings hard.
It made a tooth-wrenching 'crunching' sound.
The officers shouted at the top of their lungs: "Fire the arrows, fire the arrows, fire the arrows~!"
Arrows like dark clouds were shot into the sky, like a terrifying metal storm.
The bows and arrows fell, and as if a large handful of sand was suddenly sprinkled on the orcs' team, countless empty spots appeared in an instant, all of which were the orcs who had fallen after being hit by the arrows.
But these vacancies were immediately filled by the running orcs.
"Prepare..., let go."
Another round of arrows rained down. This time some orcs shrewdly raised their wooden shields covered with animal skins, but were easily shot through by the sharp arrows.
Then the third round, the fourth round...
The orcs could only passively speed up their pace and quickly rush through the attacks of the archers.
At a distance where they could clearly see the tongues of the orcs on the opposite side, following the order coming from behind, the officers shouted: "Archers retreat."
The archers put away their crossbows, quickly turned around and ran back, passing through the gap left by the infantry, and returned to the camp. While rubbing their swollen arms, they waited for the order to go out to fight again.
The infantry quickly filled in the gaps, steadied their steps, put their shields on their chests, raised their swords, and waited for the orcs' attack.
The officer in the front row raised his sword high and shouted: "For the empire."
"For the Empire~!"
The soldiers roared and banged their weapons on their shields. Blood rushed to their brains, adrenaline secreted crazily, and the hands holding the weapons trembled with excitement.
"For the empire...kill!"
The half-orc running at the front hit the soldier's shield with a "Puff-Puff-Rumble", waving the crude weapon in his hand and desperately smashing into the human soldiers on the opposite side.
The human soldiers resisted the impact with all their strength. Then, under the command of the officer, the spearman next to him shouted loudly and thrust the spear in his hand out of the gap in the shield.
Suddenly there was a shrill scream.
At this time, the spear was withdrawn.
Countless blood splashed out, followed by a burst of people turning on their backs.
But the remaining orcs did not give in at all. They stared with blood-red eyes, roared loudly, waved their weapons, and smashed towards the human soldiers on the opposite side.
The weapon struck the armor, making a clanking sound, and the sword struck the exposed body, making a dull "poof" sound.
The human soldiers who were continuously retreating after being hit hard were quickly resisted by their comrades around them.
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 weapons extending from three directions. Then in an instant, he was smashed into a colander, and blood dripped down the blade.
Into the soil.
The soldiers in the battle became more and more fanatical. In order to cut the opponent with a knife, they even ignored the weapons already on their bodies.
Orcs are like the tide that keeps rushing towards the coast, mounting on the rocks wave after wave, splashing bloody spray.
Well-trained human soldiers rely on sophisticated armor and tacit cooperation to guard their front line without retreating like a rock.
Orcs accumulated more and more in front of the phalanx of human soldiers. In the end, each orc soldier was pushed by the crowd and kept hitting human shields. Some orcs could even lie on top of the crowd and leap into the direction of humans.
In the formation, they were all stabbed with swords by the soldiers who were waiting in the rear.
The front ranks faced increasing pressure, and finally began to retreat involuntarily. The soldiers in the rear ranks quickly inserted into the gaps and took their positions.
The soldiers who were hit by weapons such as battle axes and maces, howling and falling to the ground, were immediately dragged out by the people behind them and handed over to the mail soldiers guarding the back.
Every second, countless warriors fell to the ground wailing and spitting blood. The sparks caused by the collision of weapons always shone between the human soldiers in red clothes and silver armor and the dark-brown orc warriors.
This is a head-to-head confrontation without any pretense. The top legions in the human world are facing off against Orc warriors who have grown up in battle since childhood.
Unknowingly, a large amount of blood, like a stream, had slowly moistened the dry land under their feet and soaked the blackened weeds. In some places, it even covered the soldiers' ankles.
The roars of the soldiers, the tearing sounds of weapons piercing the flesh, the screams of pain, and the screams of injuries converged into a strange and terrifying noise on the battlefield, which was difficult to hear clearly, but it was
It was transmitted to the ears extremely clearly
Under the orders of Commander Firdolis, the human soldiers strictly guarded their square formations and firmly held their positions.
The orcs' formation was like a concave crescent, constantly attacking the human positions from the front and flanks.
Behind the human position is Lorraine's camp with the fortress as the center. The Naian army on the inside can easily mobilize its reserves to support the forward who is in critical condition. The commander of the Firdolis Army is even more important.
You can have a clear overview of the entire battlefield and quickly pass your orders to the troops in the battle.
As the battle continued, the orcs' team became more and more chaotic, and even the human soldiers had to move their formations with them. At this time, the formations of the two sides had turned into two arcs, and the orcs were in the big arc on the outer circle.
, humans stay in the inner circle.
The orcs tried hard to break through the human formation, but were pushed back every time by reinforcements that quickly arrived.
The Dulci people led by Vechin and Torek were always at the front, pushing forward, but they were still unable to break through the phalanx that seemed to consist of only a few rows of soldiers.
The crossbowmen on the high hills in the camp even kept shooting arrows at the orc team.
More and more troops requested reinforcements from General Ferdolis in the rear. Ferdolis, who calmly observed the battlefield, simply ordered them to "hold it, and hold it again."
The battle lasted for more than an hour, and both sides were exhausted and panting by this time.
What makes the orcs angry and confused is that no matter how they attack, the Naian army just hides behind their huge tower shield, stretches out the long sword from the gap, and hits the orcs who hit the shield hard.
He stabbed the sword hard.
Like a hedgehog with spikes all over its body, the Nai'an army has been shrinking and strengthening its front line, leaving them with no choice but to wave their weapons in vain and knock on the opponent's shield, unable to attack at all.
.There is no way to take advantage of their numerical advantage.
At this time, the human phalanx had left its original position and retreated more than a hundred feet, but the tight and orderly formation had not changed.
Lorraine was calm and stood on the fortress, calmly observing the battlefield below. At this time, seeing the situation of both sides, Lorraine finally breathed a sigh of relief, breathed heavily, and revealed a sneer.
When Vera saw Lorraine's smile, she knew that the orc below was doomed. She just asked in confusion: "Master, we won there, why can't I see it?"
Lorraine pointed at the orc team and said: "In the first half hour of the battle, between the exchange of front and rear arrays, our team retreated about eighty feet. In the next half hour, our line retreated.
We retreated about thirty feet, but from just now until now, our front line has not retreated a step.
This shows that they have exhausted their energy, and now it is our turn to take action."