"Huh, with your barren brain, what do you know?"

Su Ya sarcasm.

"You... forget it, I won't quarrel with you, subpoena, stick to the defense line, I can't let you consume the hilly indigenous corps as cannon fodder!"

The blood mallet scolded righteously.

Su Ya pouted, and the sneer was self-evident. He understood the blood hammer's careful thinking. As an aborigine, as long as he leaned against the hills, no matter who finally took control of the free trade zone, he had to trade with them, so he would never do his best Combat.

"Why are you laughing?"

The blood mallet was a little angry and angry.

"You know!" Su Ya quipped, "Do you know why Lord Downton gave me the command of the hilly indigenous corps, not you?"

The blood mallet was horrified. Suya commanded all soldiers who had been rigorously trained by Kasimodo and Blackhand. Although the number of indigenous people he controlled was large, it was a crowd of people. The equipment and the quality of the soldiers were far away. Not enough.

"Reserve?"

Cold sweat suddenly oozed from the blood hammer's forehead. Did Downton see through his mind?

"Hum, let the order go, let the troll hunter prepare, and the hunting begins!" Suya growled, "Soldiers, remember the glory of the thousand-year empire, and use blood and life to defend our dignity and land!"

"Death fight!"

"Death fight!"

"Death fight!"

The trolls roared, turning over and riding on the bears, riding out of the formation.

These trolls are somewhat deformed. Their torso is slender, but their limbs are thick and full of muscles, especially their arms, which are thicker than their thighs. They wear light leather armor, except for a seven-meter long The dragon gun, a battle axe with a waist-down, also carried six gun pockets, which were filled with javelins.

These javelins are not poisonous, because for the real troll hunter warrior. No need at all.

Using a twelve-pound javelin, you can throw a shot and hit a hummingbird a thousand yards away while running at high speed in the jungle. In order to get the title of Troll Hunter.

It is important to know that hummingbirds are only about the size of human fingernails and have flexible movements. Even face-to-face, most people cannot catch them.

"Is it necessary to pretend to contain the enemy?"

A head of a two-headed ogre soldier invites to fight, these guys have low IQ. It was **** and belligerent, so under the radish and stick policy, he became Downton's loyal loyalty, and he wanted to use the enemy's first level in exchange for a good life.

"Now is the show time for our troll hunters!"

Suya refused.

Because of the slightly flat terrain, the Red Bank line was chosen by the orc commander as the main battlefield. He also studied at the Fulongzhi Military School, so the layout is quite satisfactory, so that people can't fault it.

Due to range problems, the Masters cannot be placed in the rear. So the commander chose the deciduous forest belt on the right, where there is a hillside, not only hiding his own formation, but also standing high to deter the enemy formation, but also taking advantage of the wind in winter.

Although he didn't think the enemy could break through the front line and reach here, the commander arranged a garrison of the Bearmen Guard.

boom! boom! boom!

When the first wave of tentative magic between the two sides collided in the air and a brilliant elemental halo burst out, the orcs showed an expression of victory.

"This battle is won!"

The generals are all from the class. So at a glance, you can see the situation on the battlefield. Your own mage power crushes your opponent. As long as you defeat the indigenous shamans, you can bomb the opponent's front. All that's left is to send cavalry and harvest the heads to clean the battlefield.

"Look at the arrangement of the various armies and regiments so neatly, I think the commander is worthy to be called the first star in the north!"

"After this battle, the commander-in-chief is the first star in the mainland."

"Huh, aren't these natives scared? Are they standing still waiting to be beaten?"

The staff sent them farts.

The orc commander touched his beard and accepted with a smile. He looked at the battle line and didn’t think he would lose. The enemy didn’t move. He was passively beaten. If he charged the dead, he would be hit by a long-range attack from the archer regiment. Then he would be crushed by heavy cavalry. Even if they were miraculously killed by iron blood and bravery, there was a barrier of heavy infantry waiting for them.

"Today we will score a hundred miles, and grab a few human chicks to enjoy at night!"

The commander lost his mind and wondered how to celebrate at night. As a high-powered general, he did not lack a woman, but he was ravaged by this kind of conquering instead of buying it.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise from the direction of the Master Group, and it became a scream and a cry.

"what happened?"

The commander frowned.

"Go check it!"

The general immediately dispatched heralds.

"Blow the trumpet and advance the whole army!"

Su Ya ordered that, despite his bravery, he cherished the lives of his men, so he displayed a strong attack and involved the enemy's attention.

Buzz! Buzz!

The magnificent and desolate horn resounded through the forest, and the battle flag was flying.

"Notify the ministries and prepare to fight!"

The commander was excited. The natives of the hills were really stupid and wanted to charge, so that they could fight a beautiful annihilation battle.

Flanking Front!

Three thousand troll cavalry charge.

"Lift the shield!"

The head of the regiment shouted, the tauren raised the two-meter-high tower shield in his hand, and instantly turned into a steel great wall, reflecting the sunset and revealing the **** color.

"The archers are ready!"

As the commander of the Corps shouted, the herald continued to slogan.

The archers pulled out the arrows and inserted them on the ground to facilitate access after the war, while watching the deputy commander shoot a arrow with silk.

"Directing things, the wind is thirty!"

The deputy head tested the wind speed within a few seconds and reported the results.

"Arrow!"

The commander of the regiment widened his eyes and stared at the three yellow horizontal lines in front of the battle formation.

The orcs are powerful and constantly send cavalry to harass and compress the range of activities of the indigenous corps, so they have absolute control over the battlefield. The three horizontal lines are the archers’ indicators.

"Shall we put it in the second line and attack?"

The commander-in-chief hesitated. For archers, naturally, the closer the distance, the greater the lethality, but that also means that the danger to oneself increases.

Just before the commander of the brigade had thought about it, a depressive whisper came from the battle front, which was then covered by a sharp roar, and he suddenly looked up. Seeing a ‘black cloud’ in the sky, it was the troll cavalry’s shooting.

"Are they throwing in this position, are they stupid?" The commander of the regiment doubted, but he shouted loudly. "What's it called? Military judge, take note of the soldiers who made a noise, and fight ten sticks each after returning!"

"Don't be afraid, at this distance, the bow and arrow can't be shot. Not to mention the javelin!"

"Yes, even a bear hunter has no such great strength!"

"Everyone's hard work, shoot them into hedgehogs in a moment!"

Experienced veterans whispered. One was to unleash the recruits and cheer themselves up. The other was really disdainful, because this distance was too safe.

"I tell you, the human woman is in bed. It's much more fun than the orc woman!"

A deceased commander chattered, while the comrade-in-arms next to him was still waiting for him to continue to burst into yellow, a javelin pierced the sky and nailed him **** his face.

puff!

The hot and humid blood splashed, and the ten commander fell to the ground.

Everyone was dumbfounded, and before they even reacted, they heard the puff of javelin coming into the body, followed by howling and screaming, and then looked up, the bow corps had turned back.

"Damn. How did these guys throw their javelins? Are they humanoid crossbows?"

Not to mention the archers, even the infantry phalanx was stunned. As soldiers, everyone is not proficient. I have more or less been in contact with these weapons. The javelin throws farther than the bow and arrow. What international joke?

Uh! Uh! Uh!

Three rounds of volley.

All the orcs saw the trolls get up, control their mounts on their legs, and then pulled out of the gun pockets, the whole body bent backwards. Almost bent into a circle, and then suddenly straightened, the whole spine projected the javelin like a bowstring of a crossbow.

Because the javelin is made with a groove on the handle, a sharp roar will sound when flying, just like the mourning of death.

"Thousands of years, people have forgotten the terror of the troll hunter?"

Su Ya closed her eyes slightly, listened to this voice, and was intoxicated. This will be the restart of their glorious era.

"I see how you broke the infantry phalanx!"

The blood mallet gritted its teeth.

puff! puff! puff!

In the sound of javelin shooting, for a moment, the bow corps was like a cake eaten by a wild dog, and there was a blank.

"They are millennial trolls!"

Finally, someone saw the bright red flag with the javelin and the head dyed together and woke up.

"Fight back, fight back!"

Hundreds of people yelled, but the heavily wounded bow corps, and the arrows they shot were scattered. As for the commander, as early as the first wave of attacks, the troll hunter set fire and became a hedgehog. Died on the spot.

"Second echelon, burst arrow, ten o'clock direction, target reloaded infantry, project!"

After defeating the Archer Regiment and resolving the long-range threat, the Commander of Thousands immediately issued a new order.

The troll hunters withdrew a javelin from a gun pocket marked with blue paw prints, thundered, and threw them at the heavy infantry.

The Tauren infantry covered themselves tightly and waited for the arrival of the cavalry. As for the javelin, they could not penetrate the half-finger tower shield, but soon they found that they had made a mistake.

The javelin hit the tower shield, with a bang, it exploded directly, a huge flame exploded, the impact was raging, and the dust on the ground was scattered.

boom! boom! boom!

The infantry phalanx suddenly turned upside down and made a gap.

"What is this?"

The chiefs were dumbfounded and did not feel the magic energy fluctuate at all. Why did this javelin explode? And the power is too scary?

The second and third rounds of javelin shots hit the infantry even more. Less than 10% of the soldiers could stand on the spot. The others were either blown into pieces or lying on the ground and wailing with blood.

The infantry of the other phalanxes were dumbfounded. In their perception, like breaking through the defensive formation, in addition to magic, it was cavalry hedging. What tactics is this now?

Seeing the trolls pulled out the javelin with a large head, the infantry took a subconscious step back.

"Stop, stop, charge with all your strength!"

Thousands of people hurriedly stopped it, and the cost of this javelin was thousands of gold coins. It could be eaten for two months for food, but one round of projection was gone.

"Kill!"

In the past, there was no death or injury, but this time, the opponent had collapsed before the enemy, and the group of troll hunters could not be more excited, and the fighting was even more high.

"Is this the product of Goblin Technology, so horrible!"

Bloodmaul focused on the battlefield and was frightened by the javelin's lethality.

"Yes, it's called Iron Fist. It was made by Chief Downton based on the drawings of the goblin bombs. It was modified and manufactured, and originally had a batch of incendiary bombs, but it was equipped for the abomination of the undead."

Su Ya's proud display, his confidence, also stems from this new weapon.

"Don't be too happy, there is also a bear-man pike corps!"

The blood mallet was indignant.

With the breakthrough of the infantry phalanx protecting the mage regiment, the archer regiment was destroyed, and there was only this 5,000-person bear-man army between the troll hunter and the mage regiment.

"Stop them!"

The commander screamed that if the Shaman priests were lost, he would be dealt with by military law even if he won the war. After all, in terms of the orc's educational level and success rate, every shaman is a gem.

The Bear Warrior, as the troop troop, is well equipped. In addition to the superior armament, the crotch is also a fierce war bear. After the command of the chief, they rushed down the hillside. It was like an irresistible storm.

"Ordinary spear!"

Thousands of people were angry.

Zi! Zi! Zi!

Throwing the gun and rubbing the gun pocket made a harsh noise, and every troll hunter had no grim, wild, and no fear.

"Take out your bravery and prove your loyalty to Chief Downton!"

Thousands of people are chiefs and even warriors, so instead of ordering the use of iron fist, he uses ordinary throwing guns to decide the outcome.

"For the glory of Chief Downton!"

The troll hunters shouted, vigorously, projecting javelins.

At this time, over the battlefield, the space suddenly fluctuated, twisted like a mirage, and then a huge warship full of undead style completed the plane jump and appeared under the clear sky.

The scouts first discovered the sky and were preparing a report. As a result, one battleship after another jumped out.

More and more soldiers looked up~lightnovelpub.net~ Looking at this uninvited army, everyone's face was terribly pale.

The Orcs also have an air force, which was originally used to fight against Saint Gerald and used to seize the site. Now after discovering the abnormality, it is hurried into the air.

"Listening to this high-spirited call, Downton, it seems that your prestige is still very high?"

In the bridge, Ni was ridiculous. As the crew operated the viewfinder to rotate the angle, the troll hunter regiment charging was displayed on the screen, "But when did you become an indigenous chieftain?"

"Both teams are elite regiments!" The chief of the Imperial Guard immediately gave an assessment. "As long as the bearmen are defeated, the sacrificial regiment is finished."

Downton didn't speak, staring at the battlefield, his fists clenched tightly, and it was really the pressure of the army.

The trolls and bears didn't pay attention to the sky. In their eyes, only each other was left, squeezing their spears, and throwing them out with all their strength. For a time, the sky was flying like a fox, and all were the noise of tearing air. (To be continued.)

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