After leaving at least a few soldiers to maintain law and order in the occupied area, all the troops followed the order and began to return to the southern border. Five days later, nearly 150,000 troops had gathered, like a long dragon with no end or end in sight, marching majestically on the road.
Move forward swingingly.
One-half of them are the main force of the Southern Border, and with enough troops, it is a deterrent in itself. Therefore, the morale of the Southern Border Army is very strong. Even if there is a giant dragon blocking them now, they dare to fight.
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Most of the generals enjoyed the unstoppable marching atmosphere. The only blemish was the natives of the Western Region who were constantly harassing them like flies. In the past few days, they had caused nearly 10,000 casualties.
There were many soldiers in the northern border, but due to the terrain, they could not fully utilize their strength advantage. In addition, Commander Kevin was in a hurry to return to the army and did not launch a large-scale offensive, so he allowed the western border army to be arrogant for several days. However,
Today, he decided to swat the fly to death.
The sun was high in the sky at noon, radiating heat unbridled, making the soldiers carrying more than fifty kilograms of weight sweat profusely.
"This damn weather is so hot that my big bird will drown in sweat!"
"Which regiment suffered today?"
"The direction where you heard the sound of fighting should be the Eighth Army Corps. There is no other way. We are responsible for the logistics defense and must face the attack directly."
The soldiers of the Third Corps chatted. As a main force, they have natural pride and are not afraid of fighting.
"Attention of the Third Corps, after entering Fore Town ahead, take time to rest and wait until the Eighth Corps passes by to take over the defense tasks of the Logistics Corps."
Several messengers, with battle flags behind their backs, rode horses and ran past the avenue, holding magic pickups in one hand and shouting loudly.
Curses and complaints immediately rang out among the soldiers. They were not afraid of fighting, but that didn't mean they liked fighting. Fighting against those savage natives who liked to eat people, to be honest, they were under a lot of psychological pressure.
Fore Town has become an empty town. After the Third Corps moved in, it used hundreds of troops as a unit to demolish some houses on the spot and use them to make fires for cooking.
"We are here to fight, why can't we rob?"
The soldiers were full of resentment as they ate dry, hard bread and drank watery rice soup that was no different from water.
Soldiers go to war just to plunder and make war fortune. They don't understand why they can't even get a big meal of fish and meat even if their side wins the battle.
"I heard that in order to facilitate future rule, the Duke also issued a tax reduction policy."
"Maleboy, why do the Westerners still enjoy this kind of policy even after they were defeated? Has the Duke lost his mind?"
"I heard that the Second Corps was the first to invade Nottingham City. The loot each soldier grabbed was so heavy that they could not walk!"
The soldiers sighed and envied their comrades' good luck.
"Eat quickly and stop talking nonsense!"
The centurion held a piece of dried meat and chewed it. He inspected his subordinates and urged them loudly.
"Sir, you should also eat dried meat. Arrange a small team to hunt down a wild boar to eat. We haven't eaten meat for a few days. Everyone's mouths have faded away!"
The soldier and the centurion have a good relationship and often tease each other.
"Should I find you some more milk?"
The centurion rolled his eyes angrily.
“Human milk is the best!”
Someone picked up the fight, which resulted in a roar of laughter and all kinds of nasty words blurted out.
The centurion leader laughed and cursed, and was about to continue patrolling. Suddenly, there was a sudden sound of wind, and then a wooden stake half a meter high, enough for a person to hug, fell from the sky.
"careful!"
Some soldiers shouted, but it was too late.
The wooden stake was splashed with kerosene, burning with raging flames. With a bang, the centurion was smashed into a pulp. Sparks were flying, and the wooden stake bounced up and rolled far away.
"Enemy attack!"
Following the soldiers' warning sounds, hundreds of burning wooden stakes were fired into the town of Fore.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The roof was smashed through, the wooden structure was ignited, and the large pot of broth on the campfire rack was knocked over. Not only was it poured all over the floor, but it was also poured all over the cook, causing him to roll on the ground and scream in agony.
"The enemy is on the small slope in the nine o'clock direction. The third, fourth and fifth thousand troops should organize a counterattack as soon as possible to delay their offensive."
As expected of the elite, in less than three minutes, the orderly soldiers were running down the long street with the orders of the highest officer, making loud announcements.
"What do the cavalry do? Haven't you driven the enemy away yet? Are you asking the infantry to charge?"
The soldiers cursed, grabbed their helmets and put them on their heads, held up their shields and carried their weapons, and gathered in the direction where their immediate superiors were shouting.
On the hillside, teams of ogres were busy operating catapults, trying to throw as many burning wooden stakes into the town as possible.
"Sir, the cavalry has appeared!" Jackson pointed to the town, and two teams of cavalry had already rushed over. "Are you going to attack them?"
"Continue to attack the town!"
The commander in black armor was unmoved.
"Idiot, use a projectile vehicle to hit the cavalry? If the hit rate reaches 1%, I will take your last name!"
Quasimodo hates iron. Seeing that Downton has more and more cronies with outstanding abilities, as the first abomination to follow him, it hopes that Jackson will grow up, otherwise the master will not be able to promote him by just flattering him.
Excuse.
Of course, Stitch Monster, who looks rough but is actually careful, will not tell Jackson that the black-armored commander is Downton. Although he doesn't know why the master is disguised, he wants to help keep it secret.
"I know, by the way, where did this guy come from? How did he directly gain the master's trust and get the position of supreme commander?"
Jackson stared at the black-armored commander, puzzled, "By the way, I smell the master's scent from him. Do you think they are related in that way?"
"Why do you care so much?"
Quasimodo frowned, "When do you have time to think about things?"
"I'm just asking!"
Jackson actually spoke to show his presence, but unfortunately he chose the wrong time.
"Quasimodo, defensive formation, Barty, prepare to attack!"
The commander gave the order neatly.
"As you command!"
After Quasimodo received the order, he immediately ran to the front with a hundred selected ogre guards, while Barty jumped on the Iron Spine Dragon and formed a team with his subordinates, ready to charge at any time.
Phew! Phew! Phew!
The regiment on the right is light cavalry, good at field combat and mounted shooting. During the charge, they have drawn their short bows and started firing to suppress fire.
"Raise your shield!"
As Quasimodo shouted, the ogre battle formation, consisting of ten people in a row, all exhaled and raised their voices, raising their large shields.
Their shields were made by orc craftsmen. Although the workmanship was rough and they were completely pieced together from pieces of wood, they were still large and thick enough.
The shield is a giant tower shield that is two meters long and one and a half meters wide. It is also one inch thick. When it is raised, several shields are connected and look like a huge log city wall.
Tuk! Tuk! Tuk!
The arrows hit it and made a dense sound, unable to penetrate at all.
Except for the tall and powerful ogres, even barbarians cannot use this kind of log tower shield.
Downton was very satisfied with this effect. Ordinary wooden shields need to be wrapped with iron sheets to increase defense because they are not thick enough. But log tower shields do not need it. Not to mention arrows, even crossbows are strong enough to shoot through them.
"Quick, before the enemy's archer group and mage group are mobilized, smash out all the wooden stakes!"
Jackson yelled, but it was a pity that the natives ignored this ghoul who was as thin as a bean sprout. Because their commander was Thiessen.
As a Krupp giant, he has a natural deterrent to these natives.
The opponent's more than 2,000 cavalry had already charged up the hillside and were within 200 yards. Downton waved his arm.
"Attention everyone, charge!"
Barty understood. He pulled off his face armor and led the charge.
The cavalry were not stupid. They would only charge against the heavy cavalry if they were out of their minds, so they moved aside to both sides, forcing their companions next to them to deviate from the direction of the charge.
"Prepare the flying ax, three consecutive shots!"
After Barty finished shouting, the short-handled flying ax made a harsh whistle, and with the attitude of a steel storm, it swept away the cavalry in front who did not leave in time.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
With the dwarves' honed throwing skills, more than 90% of the battle axes hit the target. Hundreds of light cavalry were seriously injured. They fell off their horses in an instant, spurting blood, and were trampled by the cavalry behind them.
After this round of offensive, a large area was cleared in front of the battle formation, and the crisis was alleviated.
"Defend both sides!"
Quasimodo improvised on the spot.
The next moment, the cavalry rushed through, but looking at the infantry formed by the ogres, which was as tight as a tortoise shell, they did not rush into the formation, but went around from both sides, throwing as many arrows as possible, but in the large
Under the protection of the tower shield, the ogres operating the projection vehicle were intact and could continue to attack boldly with confidence.
Watching the cavalry make a circle and reorganize their attack on the opposite side, Downton no longer felt nervous at all. Over the past few days, he had become familiar with this attack routine.
Only the opponent's mage group can pose a danger to your own projection vehicle position, so you can attack with confidence before they arrive.
A few minutes later, the entire town of Fore was completely engulfed in fire, and the soldiers were like ant nests doused with boiling water, running around helplessly.
Looking at the soldiers who were screaming and their whole bodies were set on fire, Downton was very satisfied with the effect of the attack.
When he raided the northern border, he had actually arranged a lot of things. It was at that time that he ordered the orc craftsmen to make these projection vehicles.
There is a shortage of stone bullets, but the Western Territory is close to the Dragon Hills. The vegetation here is dense and covered by huge forests. It is vast and vast, so there is no shortage of logs.
Directly fell the logs, cut the logs into thick wooden piles, and then pour kerosene on them to make wooden pile incendiary bombs, which can be used to attack infantry and fixed targets, and the effect is outstanding.
Thinking of this, Downton couldn't help but sigh, Abagong is really a good steward. This guy probably lived too many hard lives in the past and was full of crisis awareness, or he felt that other forces must be coveting the great harvest of the Western Territory.
They will definitely come to plunder, so I have stocked up a lot of war supplies in advance, and there are three cunning rabbit dens. Among them, there is a lair near Xiquan Town. This is why Downton chose to meet there in the first place. (To be continued...)
