"A bunch of bastards! a bunch of bitch bastards!" Cumberland, who was on horseback, furious, led the Knights of Twilight all the way to the forest: "When I catch up with them, I will cut off all their legs and let these arrogant idiots lie in bed for the rest of their lives!"

"Grand Master, we're close to the forest!"

The adjutant's words calmed Cumberland a little, and the latter gave a hive order to his knights: "All men prepare to dismount!

The Valkyries hovered above the knights' heads, and the griffons let out a cry of excitement as they watched the smoke of the forest in the distance.

Cumberland turned and dismounted, drew his sword from the horse's belly, and removed his kite-shaped shield, and said to his adjutant: "Tell those stupid women in heaven to shut up those long-haired beasts for me!

The adjutant lifted the cover on his helmet and spread his arms to block in front of Cumberland: "Grand Master, you are the commander-in-chief of the expeditionary force, and you should not put yourself at risk!"

Cumberland kicked the lieutenant in the lower abdomen and yelled, "Get out of here!"

Looking at the adjutant who had fallen to the ground, Cumberland strode towards the forest and said in a voice that only he could hear: "If the situation is so serious that it is out of control, how can I explain it to Your Majesty......

According to the armament provided by the scouts, the knights followed a pre-determined route and set out towards the nearest small guard post of the enemy.

Ten minutes later, Ackerman chased after him with five hundred Holy Cult troops.

As the commander of the Holy Cult, Ackerman walked up to Cumberland with a look of shame and a pause.

Cumberland walked past Ackerman and said in a deep voice, "I'll talk about it when I go back." ”

The Knights and the Holy Cult came together to have more than a thousand troops.

With the addition of scout-savvy troops, the troops moved much faster and soon reached the first outpost.

There, the battle was over for a long time.

Human limbs were everywhere, bloody intestines could be seen on the treetops, tents were torn into rags by great force and scattered around the sentry posts, and wooden watchtowers were toppled from the bottom and smashed onto the forest ground.

Ackerman walked around the battlefield with several Holy Army scouts, and then returned to Cumberland and whispered, "We only saw the corpses of the enemy, not the remains of our army. ”

Cumberland pointed to the ground in annoyance and said, "The orcs took advantage of the enemy's lunch break to launch a surprise attack. Look at the marks on the ground, they first rushed out of the forest, first knocked down the arrow towers of the sentry, then rushed to the campfire, and before the enemy could shoot, they engaged in hand-to-hand combat. ”

Ackerman looked at Cumberland's face and asked cautiously, "So, they got a perfect victory?"

"Perfect fart!" Cumberland pointed his sword at a string of horseshoe prints north of the camp and roared, "These idiots only think about killing the enemy, but they have forgotten even the most basic blockade exit! The enemy has two cavalry, no, three cavalry took advantage of the gap in the battle and escaped on horseback!"

"I can think with my toes that these three fish that slipped through the net must have gone to warn the surrounding enemy forces!"

Cumberland smashed his fist on the stake beside him: "The most troublesome thing is that if that group of brainless orcs suffers from muskets here and suffers some casualties, maybe they will also assess the strength of the enemy army and consider whether to retreat......"

"However, the one-sided slaughter has made them proud and arrogant, believing that the enemy is nothing more than that, and the orcs who are not satisfied with a small victory will definitely focus on more conspicuous targets around them, and use their so-called power to gain the honor of bullshit!"

Ackerman said palely, "What do you mean...... Will the orcs continue to march?"

"Let go of the enemy's cavalry, continue to advance without reinforcements, lack the minimum vigilance and care for the enemy, and be blinded by arrogance!" Cumberland clenched his sword and shouted, "If we can't meet this group of orcs as soon as possible, I swear that what awaits them will be a fiasco." ”

Ackerman's eyes widened, and he turned to ask behind him in a loud voice, "Aside from those small sentry posts, where is the nearest enemy camp from here?"

Randall, who was following him to send troops, took out the sheepskin map he carried with him, and stretched out his hand to point to the hilly area to the northeast: "Deer Hill Camp, there is a large enemy barracks, 3,700 meters away from here, and about 2,200 enemy troops are stationed......

As soon as the words fell, the earth-shattering sound of gunfire was heard from the northeast, and thick gunpowder smoke once again filled the sky.

Cumberland lifted his shield, tapped the shield with the back of his sword, and ordered in a loud voice: "Everyone, keep the battle line and march to the northeast." ”

When the Knights of Twilight and the Holy Cult arrive at Deer Hill on the map, a brutal battle unfolds before their eyes.

The improvised stone walls of the enemy camp have been breached by the orc army, and the orcs only need to advance another hundred meters to rush into the center of the enemy camp. But the three bunkers in the shape of finished characters and horns formed into each other, with muskets and cannons, formed a tight network of firepower, firmly blocking the fierce orc army from fifty meters away.

An orc captain in iron armor with a flail and a tower shield shouted the name of the dragon god as he slowly approached with six of his clansmen.

Tongues of fire continued to emerge from the musket muzzles on the bunker, shooting lead bullets the size of pigeon's eggs at the attacking orcs.

Bullets struck the tower shield, sparks erupted like fireworks, and the sound of thunderbolts was as dense and piercing as the sound of water droplets on a rainy day.

Enduring the increasing bullet holes in his body, the orc captain used a tower shield to protect his vital points, allowing the blood on his body to slowly flow down his body to the ground, converging into a blood-colored path behind him.

"Dragon God bless!" The orc captain, with the support of his companions, desperately stabilized his body and approached step by step.

One meter, two meters, five meters, ten meters......

The bloodied orc captain and the six tribesmen, who were also covered in wounds, finally walked twenty meters in front of the bunker, and saw that they could jump into the trench in front of them if they walked a few more meters forward.

In the trapezoidal gap in the front of the bunker, a white light flashed, and the explosion of shaking the ground resounded throughout the battlefield.

The enemy ignited the fuse of the shotgun, and countless pieces of iron fired from the muzzle of the cannon, like a storm of steel, instantly swept all the space twenty meters in front of the bunker.

The iron piece with huge kinetic energy roared through the air, piercing the tower shield, and directly stabbed into the head of the orc captain without abating.

The latter wanted to reach out and pull the iron piece from his head, but the huge pain in his brain made him unable to support it anymore, and the tower shield and link slipped to the ground, and the whole person fell to the ground like a small mountain.

The six orcs who were hiding behind him and lost cover wanted to pick up their weapons and rush into the bunker, but they were directly killed in front of the formation by the next burst of muskets.

Such tragedies have happened on the battlefield again and again, and the attrition of the orc army has almost been halfway through.

Looking at the orc corpses all over the ground in front of the bunker, Cumberland slowly lowered the mask on his helmet, shielded his face and chest with his shield, took a deep breath, and ordered all the knights with a hive: "Knights of the Twilight, attack!"