After hearing what he said, Vechin and Torek were so angry that they were trembling all over and almost fainted.
You must know that in the early stage of the trial attack, you carefully observed the trends, tried your best to find the weaknesses of Lorraine's formation, and finally figured out a way to crack it, and formulated the entire strategy and tactics.
But now that these guys got their plans, they immediately turned against each other.
It would be fine if you really do it your own way, but now these damn stupid pigs...
In order to show their cleverness, they actually changed some key parts and then used it as their own tactics.
Then they turn their nostrils to the sky and arrogantly accuse themselves of being incompetent. As if they are possessed by the God of War and are peerless military strategists.
Not only that, but he also exposed his own scars.
As a peerless hero of his generation, even after experiencing heavy blows such as military defeat, annihilation of his clan, etc., he still has absolute self-confidence, believing that no matter what kind of blow he encounters, he will definitely stand up again.
But these scars still existed in his heart. As long as they were touched even slightly, it would cause his soul to tremble in pain.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel angry, and two cold lights flashed in his tawny eyes.
When the man saw the murderous intent in his eyes, he immediately took half a step back in fear, but when he reacted, he was immediately ashamed of his cowardice.
Although he still did not dare to confront Vechin and Tolek head-on, he shouted loudly and said: "Vechin and Tolek, you defeated generals, what do you want? We are all so
There are many people, but we are not afraid of you~! We are not afraid of you~!"
"Aren't you afraid of me? Really?" Vechin and Torek sneered immediately, reaching out to touch the handle of the knife at their waists, but then they saw all the patriarchs present looking at them indifferently.
I am stagnant at the moment.
Only then did he realize that in order to fight against his anger, the man was so cowardly that he wanted to drag everyone in. If he really wanted to kill him here, he would definitely have to put his butt in the crater of the volcano that was about to erupt.
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These guys will swarm up and cut them into pieces.
He hesitated for a moment, then glared at everyone with hatred, gritted his teeth and said: "Okay, very good. Then I will wait here for the good news of your victory~!"
After saying that, he flicked the cloak behind his back, turned around and left.
The clan leaders looked at his back, exchanged glances with each other, and then sneered: A guy who has no soldiers or generals and has passed out has to act as a big-tailed wolf in front of everyone. He really thought it was a game.
Braised pork?
Without everyone's praise, he would be nothing~!
This is fine. Educating him can make him clearly realize what kind of position he is in. This will save this troublesome guy from gesticulating in front of him again.
They had reached a consensus and immediately returned to their respective troops, passing on the orders as if they were flowing water.
Immediately, frequent mobilizations began among the orc army.
Several troops broke away from the legion's main formation and moved toward the imperial legion on the periphery. Then they stopped, facing them from a distance, and monitoring them.
At this time, the horn sounded continuously.
All the orcs remaining in the formation have rushed out and started to take action.
They formed a dense team and lined up in front of the formation.
In order to mobilize the troops as much as possible, expand the attack front, and gain a numerical advantage, their wings were spread out, black and dense, like a long snake, with almost no end as far as the eye could see.
Then, 'dong...dongdong...'
The war drum unique to the orcs was beating.
The slightly low drum sound is full of a strange and vicissitudes of life. It seems to have traveled through time and space and came from ancient times.
The sacrificial shamans came out of the formation.
They waved their feathered or ox-tailed staffs, stretched out their voices, and chanted strange songs in long tones.
Later, in the sound of their songs, these sacrificial shamans danced.
This is the war song and dance unique to the orcs.
During the singing and dancing, the priests and shamans could see rays of light glowing on their bodies, and then they threw the rays of light at the soldiers in front of the formation as if they were real.
One spell after another fell on the soldiers regardless of their location.
Stimulated by those spells, the orc soldiers began to move.
Their eyes were completely red, their long hair was disheveled, and then they opened their big mouths, revealing their sharp fangs, roaring and roaring towards the empire.
Amidst that roar, the mucus and saliva in their mouths kept dripping.
From a distance, they look like a pack of wolves howling at the silver moon on a full moon night. And they are rabid wolves.
"Dong, dong dong dong..."
At this time, the drum sound became more and more urgent and louder.
And the orcs became more and more manic. They roared crazily in front of the formation and were eager to try. They wanted to rush forward and fight the imperial soldiers in the next moment.
Under this gradually becoming crazy restlessness, the long front began to twist and twist, just like the waves hitting the beach before the spring tide, undulating.
The world was filled with a fierce and violent murderous aura. It was like the feeling of black clouds pressing over the city before a storm came. The heavy pressure pressed tightly on the chest, making people almost breathless.
Everyone is waiting, waiting for the thunder that will inevitably come behind the dark clouds, waiting for the violent storm that will sweep everything away.
The chiefs and chiefs of each tribe saw that their teams were all ready. They immediately drew out their battle axes and swords.
Although the entire army was wiped out by the Imperial Legion in their first attack, to them, it was just a tentative attack put together by various tribes.
It's better to win. If you lose, you don't have to worry about it at all.
You know, they have an army of half a million...er, five million.
These big guys have enough self-confidence. To deal with Lorraine's eight legions, each of them can turn into a big lake with just a spit of spit, and then drown all the human race guys in it.
At this moment, the sound of the war drums suddenly stopped.
There was sudden silence on the battlefield.
Even the everlasting wind on the grassland has stopped~!
There was a silence between heaven and earth.
Not a single sound.
Everyone invariably had the same thought in their hearts: This is so quiet...
But then a trumpet sounded.
"Woo~~~"
That long and dull sound broke the tranquility before the war in an instant.
Immediately afterwards, among the orcs' battle line, the battle flags representing each tribe were seen pointing forward slightly.
"Long live our clan~!" the clan leaders shouted loudly at the top of their lungs.
Suddenly, the world began to boil.
"Long live our tribe!" Half a million orcs shouted together.
The sounds gathered together, shaking the earth and the mountains, reaching into the sky.
Immediately afterwards, I saw those orcs shouting loudly, raising their weapons high, taking long steps together, stepping over the land they had just wetted, and then rushing towards the empire's position crazily.
Came over.
Because the battle formation was too densely arranged, they were all crowded together, not to mention turning around, and there was not even a place to insert a needle in the middle.
"Long live our clan~!"
"Kill all those damn humans~!"
"For the glory of our clan, charge forward~!"
"God Storn will bless his warriors~!"
"..."
Under the instigation of the sacrificial clan leaders, their eyes all flashed with firm and persistent light. They waved the weapons in their hands, roared and roared, and vowed to tear these evil invaders of mankind into pieces~!
Their patriarchs are not just idle people either.
In order to save physical strength so that they could rush through the strike range of the imperial army's bows and arrows as quickly as possible, therefore, under their orders, these orcs did not start charging immediately, but jogged in small steps and accelerated slowly.
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But the Imperial Army didn’t give them this chance~!
One thousand six hundred meters,
One thousand five hundred meters.
When they strode majestically across the thousand-meter line invisible to the naked eye, the Imperial Legion had already begun to take action.
According to the evaluation in war history - the door to hell is now open~!
You must know that the cannons made by Lorraine are the most outstanding cannons in modern times, and are even outstanding products at the peak of the development of muzzleloader cannons.
Their longest range can reach nearly two thousand meters.
In the early 19th century, when the American devils were fighting a civil war and killing each other, this item was a necessary equipment for them to travel at home, fight monsters and upgrade.
The commander of the Empire's artillery unit saw that their formation was so dense that they were almost at the muzzle of his own gun. The opportunity was extremely rare, so he made a prompt decision and fired first.
‘Boom, boom boom boom…’
As streams of white gunpowder smoke rose, dark shells flew out in an instant, driven by the powerful gunpowder power.
Because the distance was too far, the rumbling sound of the cannon stopped for three seconds before it reached the ears of the orcs.
It gives people a very strange feeling. It's like watching an old movie where the sound and picture are completely out of sync.
Immediately afterwards, the cannonball, weighing more than ten kilograms, was seen slowly crossing the vast space on the battlefield like a huge lead ball, flying slowly over at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Looking at its slow and unhurried speed, it seems that if you stretch out your hand, you can catch it easily.
But this is a terrible illusion.
In fact, this kind of heavy cannonball is extremely terrifying. Even if it is exhausted, if it hits it, it will break the bones and muscles.
In the blink of an eye, the shells had already arrived.
Some unfortunate orcs in the front row were immediately hit by those cannonballs, and they were immediately thrown upside down like a group of ragdolls.
The guys behind them were equally unlucky.
In an instant, the team seemed to have been stabbed by a huge vertebra, almost piercing through the thick orc team.
Everywhere he went, there were broken bones and tendons, and blood and flesh flying everywhere, leaving only a bloody gap.
But then, the remaining orcs shouted, stepped diagonally from the side, took up their positions, and continued to move forward resolutely.
But this still isn't the end.
Those orcs were only focused on advancing bravely, but they did not notice that after the cannonballs released all their kinetic energy and finally landed and stopped, there was a strange "chirping" sound from the cannonballs.
That was the sound of the fuse on the artillery shell burning rapidly.
After a few seconds, the fuse on the shell burned to the end.
Immediately afterwards, another explosion was heard.
The pound of gunpowder filled in the shell exploded violently, knocking the brave soldiers who had just gathered to the ground.
Within a radius of five meters, anyone is either dead or injured~!
The broken limbs were blown high into the air, and then fell. The ground was a bloody mess.
'Legs, my legs...'
"My arm..."
"Ah, mom..."
Screams and wails suddenly became loud.
Because their team was too dense, this cannon attack had already caused extremely terrible damage.
Faced with this situation of being passively beaten, the orcs who smelled the smell of blood immediately became even more anxious.
Since they had nowhere to relieve the depression in their hearts, they roared even more violently, waving their weapons angrily at the humans in the distance.
At the same time, their speed is getting faster and faster.
From a trot to a fast run.
Immediately afterwards, I don’t know who started it.
"Long live my clan~!" they shouted loudly.
Upon hearing that cry, the orcs immediately became excited.
"Has it finally begun~!"
They were also scratching their throats and waving the weapons in their hands desperately.
"Long live our clan~!"
Regardless of the fact that they were still eight or nine hundred meters away from the human position, they started to charge amidst the earth-shattering shouts.
The black troops were like a raging and rolling tide, flooding the earth and rushing towards the imperial position.
Vechin and Torek looked behind and stamped their feet anxiously.
He cursed in his heart: "Which bastard started this? He didn't even mention organizing his troops properly, but he started charging at such a long distance. If it were me who was in charge, I would definitely chop off that bastard's head~
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Nearly a thousand meters away, charging rapidly.
By the time they rushed in front of the imperial soldiers, these guys were already as tired as dogs and had all their tongues sticking out, let alone brandishing weapons.
As long as they can stand up straight and not lie on the ground imitating the barking of dogs, that’s already good~”
At the same time, the imperial artillerymen had already started loading cannonballs again.
The officers used all kinds of dirty words to insult their soldiers, stimulating their self-esteem, insulting their souls, and squeezing out every potential in them as much as possible.
The gunner holding the gun brush inserted the gun brush into the muzzle, and then vigorously stirred it twice to clean out the remaining gunpowder residue in the barrel.
Immediately afterwards, the soldiers next to him had already picked up and loaded the gunpowder packets and cannonballs into the barrel.
Then, the gunner just now came over again, used the ejector in his hand to push the shell and gunpowder to the bottom of the barrel, and firmly seated it.
At the breech of the cannon, someone had already punched a hole in the cannon's medicine bag through the fire door behind the cannon and inserted a match rope.
The gunner then used the quadrant in his hand to determine the shooting angle, and then asked them to adjust the elevation of the gun mount while cordially greeting the female relatives of the soldiers next to him.
The two soldiers used all their strength to shake the handle on the tail of the cannon and adjusted the muzzle. Finally, they aimed the muzzle at the swarm of orcs that were rushing towards them.
Finally, under the orders of the officers yelling curses, the fireman next to him held a torch and lit the match at the muzzle.
All the artillerymen immediately turned around and covered their ears tightly with their hands.
"Chi..." The light blue match rope burned rapidly and finally disappeared at the fire door.
Immediately afterwards, a rock-shaking explosion sounded.
In the billowing white smoke, the shells flew out of the barrel quickly.
At this time, the artillerymen all burst into enthusiastic cheers, and then, regardless of the dazzling smoke, they opened their eyes desperately and watched the cannonballs fall into the ranks of the orcs.
They watched the cannonball wade through the crowd, creating an alley full of blood and minced meat. They watched helplessly as the cannonball exploded, sending countless stumps and limbs flying into the sky.
Once they see that kind of scene, they will scream louder, cheer enthusiastically, and then laugh loudly, as if they have won the 5 million Mark Six lottery.
But then, amid the yelling of the officers, they loaded the shells again, fired again, and laughed loudly again...
Amidst the rumbling sound of artillery fire, the orcs still used their chests to withstand the oncoming cannonballs and charged forward bravely.
Even at the speed of an orc, it would take nearly three minutes to cover a distance of nearly a kilometer, and in such a large-scale operation, the charging speed would naturally be even slower.
The artillerymen fought for their lives and fired at a faster speed, but by the time they fired the third round of cannons, these orcs had already rushed to a distance of nearly 400 meters.
During this process, nearly 30,000 orc warriors fell heroically.
But the remaining warriors were not afraid of the threat of death at all. Facing the evil human invaders, they faced them with a more heroic attitude.
At this time, an order was given. The artillerymen immediately changed the shells, using shotgun shells with a shorter range but greater lethality.
With this kind of shells, they don't have to clean the barrel at all, and they can fire four or even five shots a minute, which is extremely frequent.
Just as they were immersed in loading,
At this time, the officer who had just fired an arrow shot another arrow into the sky.
The whistle of the ringing arrow is harsh and unpleasant.
But the archers of the empire were refreshed.
"It's finally our turn to take action. If all the credit is taken away by those damn artillerymen, everyone will be embarrassed to receive wages in the future~!"
These imperial warriors faced the tide of orcs, but they did not have the slightest fear, let alone the worry of defeat, because these proud imperial warriors always believed that no matter how brave the enemy was, the imperial warriors would definitely win in the end.
of victory.
They raised their bows and arrows high into the sky.
The sound of "crunching" bow strings was heard.
Then, an order was given.
"Let it go~!"
Countless arrows were shot into the sky by them.
Then it roared down like a vulture.
It immediately caused terrible casualties.
Screams and wails sounded again.
The orcs used their surging human tide to fill the gap again, and then swooped over like a tidal wave.
At this time, the artillery guns also fired again.
'Boom, boom boom...'
These anti-personnel shotguns are filled with large amounts of metal fragments.
Once it spurted out, it was like a level 12 metal storm, sweeping across the vast space in front of it.
Immediately, countless dead bodies fell down, and there was another mourning.
But these orcs were so powerful that they were not afraid at all in order to defend their homeland. Although the wave of attack was blocked by the bombardment, they immediately plucked up their courage again, shouted loudly, and pounced on them.
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At this moment, countless black spots were seen flying across the sky.
They were all wearing magic robes, fluttering in the wind in mid-air, like giant crows. When they saw the surging tide of orcs below, they immediately turned over the pockets in their hands and took out the explosive crystals inside.
, and poured it all down as if they didn't want any money.
Those shiny red crystals contain powerful explosive power. As soon as they fall on the ground, they explode immediately.
Orange-red flames suddenly rose up, completely engulfing the orcs below.
In this powerful explosion, countless stumps and broken arms were thrown high again, like broken ragdolls.
"Rumble, rumble..." Then the earth-shattering explosion sounded.
This carpet bombing was so effective that it was like a scalpel, cutting horizontally, almost blowing away all the orcs' frontline troops who were the fastest, bravest, and closest to the imperial positions.
Immediately, the momentum of the orcs' charge was stopped.
Luolina was flying in the air, looking down at everything like a god.
"It's pretty good~!" She let out a long breath after seeing the spectacular bombing effect.
Lorraine's artillery gave her a strong mental pressure. If their results were not as good as those artillery, all the magicians would be laid off in the future.
At this time, the magicians did not hesitate to fight after pouring out the explosive crystals in their hands, and immediately turned around and flew towards the camp. They had to replenish their ammunition in the shortest possible time so that they could bomb again.
At this time, another team of magicians also appeared in the sky.
These ruffians who can fly high in the sky are just on a mission.
'Bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb, keep bombing~!'
Lorena was directing the magicians to bomb from high altitude while monitoring the entire battlefield.
She and several other powerful imperial mages condescendingly joined hands to firmly control the entire sky.
Their mission is to completely seize air superiority and prevent necromancers from rushing up to attack the bombing troops.
Although the empire has powerful joint ground and air operations and strong advantages in firepower output, the entire battlefield has been turned into a flesh and blood grinding mill.
But those orcs were extremely brave in order to defend their homeland. And they also had an absolute numerical advantage.
Their offensive only paused briefly, and then they pounced forward again~!