After leaving the least-ordered soldiers in the occupied area, all the troops began to return to the southern border according to the order. Five days later, nearly 150,000 troops had gathered together, just like a long dragon that could not see the head and tail. Swing forward.

One-half of them are the main corps of Southland, and with enough troops, it is a deterrent, so the morale of the Southland Army is very strong. Even if there are dragons in front of them, they dare to fight. .

Most generals enjoyed this unstoppable march atmosphere. The only taint was the western natives who harassed like flies. In a few days, they had caused nearly 10,000 casualties.

There are many soldiers in the north, but due to the terrain, they can’t fully exert their strength. In addition, Commander Kevin returned anxiously and did not launch a large-scale offensive, so he let the west army arrogant for several days, but Today, he decided to shoot the fly.

The noonday sun hangs high in the sky, and the heat is radiated unscrupulously, so that the soldiers weighing more than fifty pounds sweat.

"This **** ghost weather, the hot Laozi's big bird will be drowned in sweat!"

"Which corps suffered today?"

"The position of listening to the fighting sound should be the Eighth Corps, there is no way, responsible for the logistics defense, we must face the attack directly."

The soldiers of the Third Corps are talking about it. As a main force, they have natural pride and are not afraid of fighting.

"The Third Corps noticed that after entering the town of Fore ahead, take the time to rest, and wait for the Eighth Corps to pass, then take over the defense mission of the Logistics Corps."

Behind several heralds were war flags, riding horses running across the avenue, holding the magic pickup with one hand. Shouted loudly.

The cursing and complaining sounded immediately among the soldiers. They were not afraid of fighting, but they did not mean to like fighting, fighting against the barbaric indigenous people who like to eat people. To be honest, their psychological pressure was great.

The town of Fore has become an empty town. After the Third Corps was stationed, using the Hundred Team as a unit, some houses were demolished on the spot and used for cooking.

"We are here to fight, why can't we plunder?"

The soldiers resented eating dry bread and drinking rice soup that was indistinguishable from fresh water.

Isn't the soldiers going out to make a fortune for war? They didn't understand why they won, but they couldn't even eat a big meal.

"I heard that it was to facilitate future rule. The Duke also issued a tax cut policy."

"Ma Lei, why do the Westerners defeat and still enjoy this policy? Duke's brain is broken?"

"I heard that the Second Corps was the first to attack Nottingham City, and the loot snatched by every soldier made them unable to move!"

The soldiers sighed. Envy the good luck of his comrades.

"Hurry up and eat less nonsense!"

A hundred people chewed with a piece of dried meat. Under the inspection, he urged loudly.

"Sir, you're gnawing the dried meat too. Arrange a squad to eat the wild boar and eat meat for a few days. Everyone's mouth fades out!"

Soldiers have a good relationship with Hundreds of People, and often laugh at each other.

"Shall I find you some milk again?"

The hundred-person chief rolled his eyes before he got angry.

"Human milk is the best!"

Someone succeeded, and the result caused a big laugh, and all kinds of rhetoric blurted out.

Hundreds of people laughed and scolded and were about to continue patrolling. As a result, the wind breaking sounded suddenly, followed by a piece of half a meter high, and a wooden pile surrounded by a person fell from the sky.

"Be careful!"

Some soldiers shouted, but it was too late.

The wooden pile was splashed with fire oil and burning flames. With a bang, the hundred people were smashed into meat sauce at once. When the sparks were flying, the wooden pile bounced and rolled out far away.

"Enemies!"

With the warning of the soldiers, hundreds of burning wooden pile bombs smashed into the town of Fore.

boom! boom! boom!

The roof was smashed, the wooden structure was ignited, the big pot broth on the campfire rack was smashed, not only splashed on the ground, but also poured on the man, so hot that he rolled over and screamed.

"The enemy is on a small **** in the direction of nine o'clock. The third, fourth, and fifth thousandth men's team will organize a counterattack as soon as possible to delay their offensive."

Worthy of being elite, within three minutes, the herald soldiers rushed on the long street with the command of the Supreme Chief and announced loudly.

"What does the cavalry eat? Haven't you rushed away? Did you want the infantry to charge?"

The soldiers cursed, grabbed their helmets and put them on their heads, carrying shields, carrying weapons, and gathered in the direction of the immediate chief's shouts.

On the hillside, a team of ogres are busy operating the catapult, projecting as many burning wood piles as possible onto the town.

"Sir, the cavalry has appeared!" Jackson pointed to the town. Two teams of cavalry had rushed over. "Did they attack them?"

"Continue to attack the town!"

The chief in black armor was unmoved.

"Fool, hit the cavalry with a projection vehicle? The hit rate reaches 1%, and I will follow your surname!"

Casimodo hated that iron was not steel, and watched as Dunton had more and more celebrities around him, and his ability was outstanding. As the earliest abhor following him, he hoped that Jackson would grow a little bit, otherwise he wouldn’t rely on slipping the horse, and the master wanted to promote him. Excuse.

Of course, it looks rude, but in fact, the meticulous stitching monster will not tell Jackson that the black armor commander is Downton. Although he does not know why the master is disguised, he has to help keep it secret.

"Got it, by the way, where did this guy come from? How did he get the trust of the master directly and get the seat of the highest commander?"

Jackson stared at the Black Armor Chief, and he didn't understand. "Oh, I smelled the master from him. Do you think they are in that relationship?"

"What are you doing so much?"

Casimodo frowned, "When are you still thinking about it?"

"I just ask!"

Jackson actually spoke to show his presence, but it was a pity that he chose the wrong time.

"Kasimodo, defensive formation, Batty, ready to attack!"

The commander ordered neatly.

"Observe!"

Kasimodo took the lead. Immediately with one hundred selected ogren guards ran to the forefront, while Batty jumped on the Iron Ridge Dragon, and his entire team, ready to charge.

call out! call out! call out!

The corps on the right is light cavalry, good at field and cavalry, in the process of charging. He has already pulled the short bow, started to shoot, and carried out fire suppression.

"Lift the shield!"

As Casimodo shouted loudly, the ogre battle array with ten people in a row exhaled and raised his big shield in his hand.

Their shields were made by beast artisans. Although the workmanship was rough, they were made of pieces of wood, but they were big enough and thick enough.

The shield is a giant tower shield two meters long and one and a half meters wide. And it was an inch thick. After lifting it, several shields joined together, and it looked like a huge log wall.

Benedict! Benedict! Benedict!

The arrow hit on it, making a dense sound that could not be pierced at all.

Except for the tall man and the sturdy ogres, even barbarians can't use this kind of log tower shield.

Downton is very satisfied with this effect. Ordinary wooden shields need to be covered with iron skin to increase defense, because the thickness is not good. But the log tower shield does not need it, let alone arrows, even the crossbow gun is enough to shoot through them.

"Quick, before the enemy archers and mages have yet to mobilize, smash all the stakes out for me!"

Jackson yelled, but it was a pity that the natives didn't even bother with this thin ghoul like bean sprouts. Because their commander is Thyssen.

As a Krupp giant, he has a natural deterrent to these natives.

The opponent's more than 2,000 cavalry had rushed up the hillside, and within 200 yards, Downton waved his arm.

"Pay attention, charge!"

Batty knows. Pulled down the cover armor, led the charge.

The cavalrymen are not stupid, and they will not hedge against the heavy cavalry unless their brains are broken, so they give way to both sides, which forces the companions on the side to also have to deviate from the direction of the charge.

"Fly axe ready, three shots!"

After Batty shouted, the short-handed flying axe with a harsh howling sound swept the cavalry who did not leave in time in front of the steel storm.

boom! boom! boom!

With the dwarf's skillful throwing skills, more than 90% of the tomahawks hit, hundreds of light cavalrymen were smashed into serious injuries, spattered with blood and immediately fell on horses, followed by the cavalrymen behind.

After this round of offensive, a large area was vacated in front of the battle array, and the crisis eased.

"Defense on both sides!"

Casimodo was on the spot.

At the next moment, the cavalry rushed over, but looking at the tight infantry town formed by the ogres, it was comparable to the turtle shell. They did not rush, but bypassed from both sides, throwing as many arrows as possible, but in large Under the protection of the tower shield, the ogres operating the projection vehicle are intact and can continue to attack with confidence.

After watching the cavalry around a circle, and reorganizing the offensive on the opposite side, Downton had no feeling of tension at all. After a few days, he was already familiar with this attack routine.

Only the opponent's mages can pose a danger to their projectile positions, so they can attack with confidence before they arrive.

A few minutes later ~lightnovelpub.net~ The entire town of Fowl was completely engulfed by the fire, and the soldiers were like helpless ants running like ants nests flooded with boiling water.

Looking at the soldiers who were lit and screaming, Downton was very satisfied with the attack.

During the raid on the northern border, he actually arranged a lot of things. These projection vehicles were ordered to let the animal artisans rush.

Stone bombs are missing, but the west border is close to the dragon hills, where the vegetation is dense, covered by huge forests, and vast and vast, so the logs are not lacking.

Direct logging, cutting the logs into thick piles, and then pouring fire oil into a pile of incendiary bombs, used to attack infantry and fixed targets, the effect is outstanding.

Thinking of this, Downton had to sigh that Abagong was really a good housekeeper. This guy probably lived too much miserable life in the past, full of crisis awareness, or felt that other forces must have a bumper harvest in the West. There will definitely be looting, so a lot of war materials are hoarded in advance, and it is still the cunning rabbit three caves. Among them, there is an old nest near Xiquan Town, which is why Downton chose to merge there. (To be continued,!

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