"Hurry up and line up! Let me stand! Just follow your previous infantry code, yes, that's it! Don’t stand too crowded, it will leave you no room to attack, and don’t stand too sparsely, which will cause the undead I rushed into the queue! Okay, that's it, just leave half a position between each other!"

　　Old Tom, his current subordinates have a full 200 selected soldiers, and all of them are veterans with combat experience! And the opponent? There are only about three or four hundred undead, and there are not too many high-level units. Now, with the same number of troops, Old John is fully confident that if his own loss is relatively small, all will be destroyed. This small batch of undead!

　　 Anyway, the food in these two large warehouses must be shipped back today, otherwise, in another three or two days, people in the camp will start starving to death!

　　 This is something Old John never wants to see. Now that he has become a garrison officer, then he must take responsibility! He wouldn't learn from those noble lords, he would be happy and happy regardless of the life and death of the people below! This is why this time, he has to personally lead the team out, he will never allow the failure of this operation! Had it not been for the fire elements that were not allowed to go out of the canyon, he would be able to lend out at least two hundred lava dogs now, that would be foolproof! Unfortunately, now I can only think about it.

"Brothers! Hold your shields and weapons steady, can you see it? Just a small amount of undead is definitely not enough for us to kill. Everyone only needs to kill two to kill them all! Attention, priority attack Their heads! When there is no chance, you can chop off their hands and feet first!"

　　 Old John drew out his flame rune sword, walked to the first row of the team with a shield, and started shouting loudly to boost morale.

　　 His special one-handed long sword, after leaving the scabbard, began to burst into flames, and there were several bright red strange runes on the sword. This is a small gift from the fire demon Shatulu. To the fire demon, this short sword can only be regarded as a dagger. In the hands of a human being, the length can be used as a one-handed long sword. Up!

　　 "Attention! They are coming up! Hold your shield firmly, pay attention to using your shoulders to borrow force...preparation for impact! Lift the shield!!!"

　　 Seeing the 30-odd ghouls in front of them took the lead in leaving their formation and rushing up at high speed, Old John was not only not worried, but he was greatly relieved.

　　 Now, their behavior shows that these undead are only acting on instinct. It seems that in their team, there is no such terrible necromancer commanding them.

　　 Then, for this battle, he is more confident! Just use the fastest speed to destroy these ghouls who have left the undead team, and then chop the **** abomination into pieces, then this battle will be won on their side!

　　 "Stay steady, don't worry! Get ready to... bump!!!"

Seeing that the ghoul team finally rushed to his side, Old John roared fiercely. Then, all the shield infantry in the first row of battle lines put their shields on their shoulders, and they were on the corpse. The moment the ghost rushed over to make contact, they exhausted all their strength and knocked out.

　　 嘭... 嘭... 嘭~! ! !

Numerous dull sounds of metal and physical collisions sounded. While the human infantry briefly lost their balance due to the impact of the opponent, most of the ghouls were also staggered by their full impact and lost their forward momentum. Some of them were not good at focusing, and they were even knocked to the ground by shields.

Before these ghouls had time to attack, the soldiers in the back row of battle lines tacitly took two steps forward, grabbed half of their body position directly from the gap left by the first row of comrades, and then chaotic swords. Chopped off, in just one breath, more than half of this batch of ghouls were killed or injured, and when they were about to pounce, the soldiers in the second row retreated just right, the soldiers in the first row. He raised his shield and stood in front of them.

　　 "Stay in formation! Move forward in small steps! Free to attack!"

With a shield attack, Old John slapped a ghoul who was about to pounce on him and raised its ugly head, and then a long sword with a blazing flame quickly stabbed it directly from its jaw. In his mind.

　　 "Bah!"

　　 Old John withdrew his weapon and spit fiercely at the ghoul who was lying on the ground and began to twitch. In just two rounds, these twenty or thirty ghouls have been wiped out by them! The loss of his own party was nothing more than an unlucky ghost bitten in the leg by an undead ghoul.

　　 Fortunately, a powerful priest came to Flame Canyon yesterday. Otherwise, the kid can now consider whether to chop off his own leg. After giving a sword to a ghoul who seemed to be still convulsing, Old John had time to glance at the back of the team. The hapless boy was carefully removing the armour of his leg. I wonder if it will be possible. Being infected, I hope he can hold on and don’t become a dead spirit before returning to the camp, otherwise...

　　 After kicking the head of the ghoul, Old John gasped. These ordinary ghouls are just mindless souls! If they are willing to attack with the undead squad, they may have to pay a lot of casualties to destroy them.

　　 But now, these idiots have escaped from the team and rushed over first. With their number of twenty or thirty, they dare to attack their nearly 200-man infantry array? Is this tired of living? Oh..., in fact, they are all undead, they are tired of living early!

　　 Wait, that's not right! What is this sound?

　　When Old John and the others wiped out these disjointed ghouls and were about to continue to order to attack the undead group not far ahead, he suddenly heard a buzzing sound, which he was familiar with. This is...

　　 "Protection arrows! Raise your shield!!!"

　　 They still have archers? Old John finally reacted, trying to understand what these sounds were, and he was so frightened that he ordered the soldiers to raise their shields to defend.

When he was squatting and leaning his shield upwards to cover most of his body, he looked far away from the corner of his eye. Behind the undead, they still had a small group of skeletons that did not follow the team. Rushing up, but just standing in place, they are bending their bows and shooting arrows, those are the skeleton archers of the undead! This was the first time he saw such a rare thing.

The first batch of arrows rained down quickly and looked sparse. After a dingling sound, most of the arrows were shot off by the soldiers’ shields and plate armor, listening to the sound of collision, There are probably only dozens of them, which also made Old John quickly know the approximate number of archers on the other side.

However, although the opponent's archers are not many, there are also two rusty arrows that penetrate through the layers of armor and shields, and penetrate deeply into the gap between the armor of the two soldiers...Fortunately, there are gaps in the armor. The place is not a critical point, but this kind of damage is enough for them to temporarily lose their combat effectiveness. Look, the two hapless babies have now begun to fall to the ground and wailing. This is the best proof.

"Damn! Jude! Lead your reserve team immediately, go around and smash those skeleton archers! Others, charge with me! Destroy these undead! Brothers, everyone!" Old John didn't care. The two hapless guys who fell to the ground after being shot, instead gave an urgent order for everyone to charge.

Now that the opponent has long-range troops, Old John dare not fight with the undead in a neat formation. Otherwise, just the archers behind, a few rounds of arrows will be enough for them to drink. Pot of it! He didn't want to be **** the undead in front of him, but at the same time he had to guard against the bows and arrows falling from the top of his head at any time!

　　 So, after seeing the situation clearly, he made a decisive decision, and now it is better to rush up to enter a hand-to-hand fight, and directly defeat these undead, those archers handed over to the elite team led by Jude is enough! Anyway, these undead will never be their opponents to these veterans!

　　 "Come on!!!"

Under the leadership of Old John, more than one hundred human infantrymen quickly slammed into the undead’s uneven formation. For a while, bright red blood and broken corpses and bone scum began to collide on both sides. The place was dancing, and from time to time one or two human soldiers wailed and fell to the ground, but at the same time, more undead were chopped into pieces and bones...

　　 "Kill! Kill! Kill them all!"

　　 "Chop!"

　　……

　　 "Roar!" "Heh!"

　　 "Wow!"

　　……

"what!"

　　 The two men and horses quickly collided, and various shouts of killing, the roar of the undead, the sound of weapons colliding, and the screams of human soldiers when they fell to the ground, all came out from the chaotic battlefield where the two sides were twisted together. However, in general, the human side has an obvious advantage. Most of these undead are fighting in their own way, and there is no cooperation at all. In addition, their number does not have any advantage! Therefore, the battlefield situation has become very clear...

　　……

The two sides combined a **** battle of no more than five or six hundred people. After Jude and their twenty-man veteran team eliminated the skeleton archers and raided the back of the undead formation from the back, the battle soon ended. At this time, On the battlefield of the farmland, the dead souls are still resisting the last patch of hatred, but it has also been surrounded by human soldiers.

"what!"

Another human scream sounded, and a soldier who was eager to take credit for the hated chrysanthemum gave his sword a sword, and was slammed backhand against the shield by the giant meat cleaver in the hatred hand. There was Rodin. The iron shield with the logo of Lun was instantly shattered, and he was also knocked into the air at the same time. The left arm holding the shield was hit by the abhorrent force and twisted into a strange arc. It seems that the bones of his left hand It must be broken!

　　 If the two comrades next to him had quick eyes and quick hands, grabbed him by the collar in time and dragged him back quickly, maybe the chain that hated the second attack would be able to kill him alive!

"Idiot! Spread the encirclement a little bit, don't get too close to it! Attention! Be careful of its chain, if it is thrown, it is not a joke!" At this time, there are even idiots going up to die, old man John couldn't help but reprimanded.

"Soldiers, you have to remember that the shield in your hand is useless against a big guy like this! If you want to block its attack with a shield, it will only make you die faster! Dealing with this big body Monsters, all you can rely on is your agile skills! Never try to compete with them for strength. Doing that is just looking for a dead end!"

　　 John Luo said while letting the soldiers spread out, forming a larger circle. Monsters like hatred that are only powerful but slower in action are easier to deal with. If it is the powerful orc of the Second War, it is a real nightmare!

　　 Old John still remembers that many of his comrades in arms were beaten on the ground by the shield, and they were easily harvested by the next two combos!

　　 "Now, you pay attention to see clearly, let me teach you a trick now, how to deal with this kind of monsters with powerful power but not corresponding agility!"

　　 After Old John lost his shield, he walked a few steps in front of Abomination and stood still, and then hooked his finger at the opponent provocatively. Now, he is going to explain to the soldiers how to deal with this stupid guy with infinite power!

　　 "Roar~!!!"

　　 Seeing this weak human being standing in front of him, he dared to provoke himself, hating him without thinking, and after he roared directly at the opponent, he raised the weapon in his hand and rushed forward.

　　 "Remember! Never try to block their attacks, but...should be like this!"

When hatred rushed towards him, Old John suddenly drew forward dexterously, easily avoiding the cross-cutting of its huge meat cleaver. At the same time, at the moment when both sides passed by, he Under the high speed, the flame sword pulled up a dazzling red light, and cut it directly from the slightly smaller right leg of hatred...

　　 "Woo~!!!"

With a scream of hatred, its right leg has been separated from its body by the sharp flame rune sword. Its only left leg is not enough to withstand its huge body, and then one cannot stand firmly. , Just fell directly to the ground.

　　 However, even if he lost a leg, the hatred did not stop resisting. Instead, while falling down and screaming, he threw the chain on his hand toward Old John's position.

　　 "Did you see clearly? From now on, remember that your own power is not trustworthy to deal with such monsters. In front of them, you should rely on your body and skills!"

　　 After estimating the length of the opponent's chain, Old John took two steps back calmly, letting the chain smash a huge mud pit on the ground in front of him.

Then, before the opponent had time to withdraw the chain, he exerted force under his feet and rushed at high speed, and another flash of red light flashed by flames. Before the hatred could be blocked, the huge ugly hideous head was just so Spinning and flying...

　　……

　　 "Ha! What a beautiful blow! Perfect!"

"With proper command and agility, he was able to clean up a powerful undead abomination in two straightforward ways! I'm sure that the man is not only an elite fighter, but he is definitely an orc who has experienced an orc war. Veteran! And his weapon is also very sharp!"

On a hillside far away from the battlefield, the tall paladin, the Commander-in-Chief of the Silver Hand, Grand Crusader Saidan Dathrohan, was riding on an equally tall and strong horse, his back On his back, carrying a huge silver-white two-handed warhammer, he was leading a group of cavalry, stationed on this high ground, observing the battle in the distant farmland.

　　 Originally, when they noticed the movement and rushed here, they found Lordaeron soldiers fighting the undead on the farm in the distance, they actually wanted to help the first time.

But when Dathrohan saw that the human infantry commander began to charge, mingled with the undead, and another small group of elite soldiers outflanked the skeleton archers behind the undead, he knew that these brave soldiers won. Yes, they don’t need help from outsiders!

Therefore, in order not to cause chaos to the Lordaeron warriors below, Dathrohan hurriedly stopped the Knights of the Silver Hand, and forcibly terminated their plan to charge down~lightnovelpub.net~ With Dathrohan’s eyes It seems that the brave soldiers below are not only set to win, but also a big victory! Now what is the cause of the dozens of cavalry they charge down? A group of cavalry rushed to the battlefield where the melee was together, it is estimated that the possibility of helping the undead is even greater! Isn't this messing up the other party?

　　 Sure enough, the following battle happened quickly and ended sooner! After that team of elite infantry eliminated the skeleton archers in twos or twos and turned their heads back to impact the back of the undead, there was no suspense about the victory or defeat. It took less than a quarter of an hour. Those undead, there was only one left. Detested and surrounded by those brave soldiers.

　　 When Dathrohan was preparing to go down and help them clean up the difficult monster, he did not expect that the opposing commander would end the battle so simply and cleanly, which made Dathrohan have to sigh in admiration.

　　 Dathrohan asked himself, if he hadn't been assisted by the power of the Holy Light, he wouldn't have done better than the opponent, right? Without the Holy Light, he would solve a powerful abomination in two strokes, even if he replaced it with himself, it would be the case.

Today is really lucky. They went to the outskirts of Stratholme to investigate and return. In this place, they could encounter such a powerful fighter, and they seemed to be very proficient in commanding operations. In Dathrohan’s view, this time But he really found a treasure, he must find a way to recruit this group of soldiers!

　　 "Let's go, brothers of the Silver Hand, let us go down and help them. I saw that they have come down from this battle, but there are many wounded. I think they need the help of the Holy Light."

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