Although there is an element of exaggeration in Alice's words, it is not groundless, according to Renard's own estimates, if there are really pursuers behind him, the number will not be less than three hundred.

Orcs are not stupid, the opponent can completely eat the formed wolf cavalry team, the strength must not be underestimated, they want to send another hundred and ten people to chase and kill, isn't it no different from delivering food.

So Renard began to formulate the combat deployment: "The chasing soldiers should be between three and five hundred, and we have sixteen high-level fighting warriors, with good weapons and equipment, which is our advantage." ”

"However, these numerical disadvantages alone cannot be compensated, so this battle cannot be fought hard. ”

Alice took a deep breath and reminded: "Don't talk nonsense, we don't have much time, let's talk about how to arrange it." ”

Renard touched his nose in embarrassment: "Then to make a long story short, I found a subsidence area in the western position, the underground river swept away all the lower soil, causing the upper soil to be very relaxed, and a radius of a kilometer is almost a huge natural pit." ”

The crowd was not idiots, and before they could finish speaking, most of them understood his plan.

Alice asked, "Need someone to be the bait?"

Renard shrugged: "That's right, and it has to be attractive enough." ”

Then he added: "I still have twenty exploding arrows in my hand, and you should have them left, plant them in the weakest position around the collapse area, the power of the explosion, combined with the weight of the wolf cavalry itself, is enough to crush the collapse area." ”

Robertson hugged his backpack tightly and asked, "Is it dangerous to be a bait?"

When he said this, everyone else looked at them like fools.

Renard cleared his throat and said with a serious face: "There is definitely a danger, but in order to ensure that the vast majority of people live, someone should make sacrifices for this, and it is not necessary to die." ”

As he spoke, he pointed to a high slope two hundred meters away: "I looked there, and the soil under my feet was hard enough, if the power of the explosion of the blasting arrow and the location of the explosion were accurate enough, it should not affect there." ”

Then he added: "I'm just saying if. ”

Robertson hugged his backpack tighter, because he had a bad premonition, and he asked innocently, "Then who will make this bait?"

Everyone once again showed their stupid eyes, people called you over and said that you don't understand so much?

Why didn't Robertson understand? But he was afraid!

However, everyone else has their own tasks to do, and only he is the least powerful, the most useless, and simply the best person to be a bait, so he ......

Robertson lit the fire where Renard had spoken, still holding the backpack full of suicide notes.

Alice looked at the smoke rising not far away, and once again told the two dozen sergeants who were responsible for detonating the bursting arrows: "You go to the designated position and hide, and then the three long and two short whistles will prevail, and the last whistle will be the detonating signal." ”

The sergeants nodded solemnly, clenched their explosive arrows in their hands, and then dispersed to the ambush site as planned.

Alice looked at the fifteen mentors next to her: "You are responsible for leading away a small group of enemy troops for annihilation, and pay attention to bringing back all the gold and silver they have with them." ”

Fifteen people nodded in understanding, and immediately ran towards the pre-set location.

After the division of labor, Renard came to Robertson's side to comfort him: "It's okay, I'm at least seventy percent sure that you'll be safe." ”

Robertson wanted to cry without tears: "What about the other three percent?"

Renard shrugged his shoulders indifferently: "Then it depends on your luck." ”

Robertson: "......"

With that, Renard began to work, propping up his armor with branches, and sticking his swords and spears all into the ground, spreading them as far as he could, so that they looked more and more conspicuous.

Naturally, this is not to stage a drama of grass and trees, but to attract the attention of the orcs.

With that done, Renard and Alice sat around the fire and began to add grass and leaves to it to make the smoke rise higher and more visible.

The least active during this period was Robertson, who not only did not add firewood to it, but almost rushed in and took it out.

After about two hours of suffering, the wolf cavalry really came.

Dust was flying in the distance, and the dull sound of running beat like a muffled drum in Robertson's heart.

Half a minute later, the orc wolf cavalry appeared on the hillside not far away, two, three, ten, twenty, two hundred.

There were more than two hundred wolf cavalry, and at the same time, there were giant machetes emitting cold light, and their wolves were planted with colorful banners, which meant that they were the elite troops of the orc army.

These wolf cavalry had apparently ransacked a certain town, and the wolf's pockets were bulging, and it seemed that they had gained a lot.

It was precisely because he carried too much loot that the wolf's running speed was affected, so that everyone reached the Red River Rift safely, and at the same time set up traps for them to come.

Renard reminded Robertson softly: "Go according to the plan. ”

With that, he glanced at Alice, and the two immediately disappeared and scattered to both sides.

Robertson stood up as if resigned to his fate, took a deep breath, and then yelled at the wolf cavalry not far away: "Damn dog offal......"

All those who heard this scolding began to mourn for him, and if the plan failed, the fate of this benevolent brother can be imagined.

At the same time, the sergeants had successfully reached their assigned positions, and at the same time prepared their bows and arrows, placed the bursting arrows on the strings, and waited for the order to shoot.

Robertson's scolding was very ugly, although the orc's brain was not very bright, but he also knew that the other party was insulting him, and he was immediately angry.

When they saw the armor and weapons all over the ground, their anger instantly turned to greed, and many orcs who thought they didn't have enough loot began to stir up.

Fortunately, there are also more intelligent beings among the orcs, such as the leader of this team, an orc who is not very strong.

His name is Saru, and the reason why he can become the leader of this team is not because he has a high enough force value, but because he has a good brain, and he immediately saw that this was a trap, so he chirped and ordered something, as if to warn his subordinates not to act rashly.

Then he noticed the fifteen mentors not far away, and with a sarcastic smile on his face, he began to boast of his foresight triumphantly.

The next thing is simple, Saru directly ordered his subordinates to chase them out, wanting to deal with these rats lying in ambush around.

However, what made the leader of the wolf cavalry angry was that his orders did not seem to be very effective, and those subordinates were completely disobedient, and only a few of them followed the instructions and rushed out.

After all, orcs are a race that worships the strong, and a guy like Saru who eats by his brains will never gain the loyalty and convincing of his subordinates unless he becomes a shaman.

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