Hurry, hurry, hurry

The gnolls were running fast on the ground, they had no intention of continuing to attack at this time, the mammoth's defeat made them not have the courage to continue attacking, and the large pit behind them made them panic, afraid that they would continue to collapse, and they couldn't even retreat if they were slower.

The Scandinavians were still hesitating, and they also had this consideration, whether chasing them out and chasing them would cause the collapse of the pit and fall down into the flesh.

However, the Scandinavian commanders and squad leaders did not miss such an opportunity, they took their weapons, threw away their shields that got in the way, and rushed forward with a roar, constantly cutting down the enemy in front of them.

The gnolls had no intention of fighting, they exposed their unprotected backs to the Scandinavians, and fled in a panic towards the place where the barracks were located, and from time to time you could see the gnolls who fell to the ground being trampled to death by their companions behind, and from time to time you could see the gnolls who were in front of them into the pits next to them because of crowding.

Of course, falling into the pit is not actually dead, the layer of meat sauce and the body of the mammoth below have become a buffer, but not dying now does not mean that you can live.

There is no such thing as a slope in this pit, all around it is a cliff-like ninety degree right angle, with the ability of the jackal, it is impossible to climb up, not to mention that there is no food below, there is no clear water, and there are a large number of enemies around, no matter how you think about it, you know that it is impossible for people to survive in an environment.

The Scandinavians have been chasing after them, and instead of killing everything in front of them, they have instead injured them, and the target of the attack is placed on the feet of the jackal, as long as the opponent cannot move, or it is difficult to move, they will abandon the target in front of them and attack the next jackal.

It's not that they are merciful to these gnolls, it's impossible, every Scandinavia hates these enemies who invade their homeland, destroy their peaceful lives, kill their loved ones, and inflict pain on them, and they want to inflict all the torture imaginable on them.

However, at this moment, they began to suppress the hatred and impulses in their bodies, and when they had rested before, the squad leaders and commanders had told them that suppressing hatred and only wounding and not killing was to be able to kill more gnolls.

In such a cold and snowy place, the gnolls with limited mobility will become their companions and abandon them, they will die of cold, starvation, and be eaten by the beasts of the night, and they will never survive.

Gnolls don't let their injured companions become a burden, and they even take the initiative to kill their wounded companions, crying tears and regret, killing them...... There is no way around it, and the injured gnolls will only become a burden and an obstacle to the development and reproduction of the race.

Every gnolll actually has this awareness, and when they were still cubs, they were instilled with this view by their parents, so that they understood that in the face of the reproduction and continuation of the race, nothing cannot be sacrificed.

On the Scandinavian side, Gohm knew this, and he let go of his pride as a Scandinavian to know, learn, and understand about the Gnolls, a race that had always been despised.

In such a hunt war, it takes several times as long to kill a jackal as it does to wound a gnolloin, and they also need to deal with the gnolls' comeback before they die.

But now, with just the wounds, their job was much simpler, leaving behind them a gnoll that was unable to move with its wounds in its arms.

This time the pursuit reached the front of the barracks, and they were reluctant to retreat in front of the iron wall composed of the white bears and mammoths, and if they could, of course they wanted to rush into Attila's barracks in one go, and once again replicate their previous miracle of victory, but the order from the commander stopped them.

Although the current Scandinavians are still a united army, but a few days of victory, as well as the prestige of Gohm, let the scattered sand coalesce together, forming a very considerable combat effectiveness, at least now they can do the most basic obedience to orders, which is very difficult for lazy Scandinavians.

The successive victories had all Scandinavians in a state of excitement, against a legendary enemy that even Beowulf could not defeat, an enemy that even a being like Sigmund hated.

When retreating, the Scandinavians had not forgotten to clean up the battlefield, and most of the previously wounded gnolls were now powerless, and they were powerless to resist the Scandinavians' mending knives.

Shields, javelins, weapons, throwing axes, and even the simple armor and stones on the gnolls were harvested, and even if they could not be used, they could be used as raw materials for the dwarves to reforge and rebuild.

On the Scandinavian side, with the support of the Baltic Empire and the North Sea Pirate Kingdom, there is no shortage of equipment and ammunition, but the Attila army lacks it, if the battlefield is not cleaned properly, the things left over from the battlefield will become the weapons used by the gnolls tomorrow.

In today's battles, the Scandinavians suffered from this, obviously their own weapons, but the enemy turned their heads and used them to attack them, especially axes and javelins, which caused a lot of casualties to the Scandinavians.

It is enough to suffer a loss, although it cannot be completely avoided, but how much loss can be reduced, how much loss can be reduced, in this kind of game of addition and subtraction, every time others have an extra point of disadvantage, they will have an extra advantage.

The Gnolls, who could only use stone-throwing to carry out long-range attacks, were no longer a threat to the Scandinavians, because with the support of the dwarves, the Scandinavians had begun to popularize metal armor and shields.

The habits of the past have been swept into the trash because of the defeat of one battle after another, and even if someone wants to restore those traditions, such as fighting without any armor, they will be stopped by the unscrupulous higher-ups for the sake of victory, or arrange for them to die directly on the battlefield.

People who have not experienced defeat will not desire victory, people who have not experienced war will not cherish the hard-won peace, and only those who have seen death will truly understand the preciousness of life.

Siegel no longer has the ability to represent all Scandinavians as an emperor, and now that this coalition has appeared, Siegel's prestige is declining day by day, and even the Scandinavians themselves have forgotten their nominal emperor when they fight.

Gohm, the once unfamiliar name, the chief of a small Scandinavian tribe, instead replaced Siegel as a legend of word of mouth, and if Gohm ascended to the top at this time, maybe he could change the master of the empire.

Of course, this world is not a world where people can vote with their feet, and the will of the people also needs to consider the thoughts of the gods, especially in Scandinavia, where the will of the gods can decide many things.

Behind Gohm's death, at least for now, he has not yet gained the support of the gods, because the time of his rise is too short, and the background is too shallow, and it is only half a month before his rise, and half a month is only a meal time for the gods.

Siegel is different, although he is not loved by the gods, but Loki is unusually fond of him, or there is an indescribable relationship between gods and mortals, and their relationship is not just a simple relationship of faith between gods and mortals.

If Gohm starts to target Siegel and start seeking the throne that stands at the top of all Scandinavians, Loki will definitely not be out of sight, even if it is in the way of the pact of the gods, he will find ways to interfere.

Scandinavia was going on a long-lost revelry, which of course lasted less than thirty minutes, with no feasts and no drinks, just singing, dancing, and sacrificing to the gods.

In addition to cleaning up the battlefield, they had a lot to deal with, such as starting to repair the city wall that had been broken down and collapsed, which was very hard, with and without it.

Although the Scandinavians can continue to fight and maintain a certain morale and combat effectiveness even if they don't have a city wall, they can reduce a lot of casualties and kill more enemies with a city wall.

Of course, with the giants and the treants, repairing this wall is not as difficult as imagined, and the real difficulty is in

"It seems that there is no way to continue today, and it has failed again, so blow the horn and withdraw the troops. ”

Plague said as he looked at the defeated gnolls, at the Scandinavians who had been stopped by the mammoths and the white bears, and cheered all the way back.

It's not early now, and it will be night in a while, and the battlefield in the sky is still as stalemate as ever, even if you change tactics, you still can't make any good changes.

"Failure? no, no, no, it's not a failure. ”

There was a hint of joy in the tone of the famine, as if it were not his army that had been crushed and had been hit hard.

"Plague, what have we lost? some gnolls, some trolls and ogres, some trolls, or the three mammoths? Plague, are you in one shoe? If so, I can tell you here that these are within what we can bear, and that the Attila army is much stronger than you think. ”

"On the other hand, if you look at what we've gained, we've dealt a blow to the elves with trolls and gnolls, and we've dealt with the difficult elves and made those explosive arrows less to worry about. ”

"With the poor archery skills of the Scandinavians, the power of the explosive arrows cannot be fully exerted, and the explosive arrows cannot be fully hit, even the trolls and ogres cannot be completely killed. ”

"And the trap placed at the door, just the loss of the three-headed mammoth will be tempted out, and in the future we can let our Beamon play without hindrance, I think the other party should be remorseful now, the carefully prepared trap now only obtained the results of the three-headed mammoth, if it is replaced by Beamon, use this trap to make our Beamon suffer a heavy blow, for them, it is the real victory. ”

"And is this victory really a good thing for the Scandinavian side? Can it really be called a victory? Plague, do they really need a victory like this, which looks like it at this time?"

"Three-headed mammoth, this is something that even Ugland could not do in the war in Upland, even Sigmund could do, and now it is done by Gohm, the once unknown chieftain of a small tribe. ”

"What do you mean, famine?"

"After today, the connection between the coalition forces will be more cohesive, truly become an army, Gohm's prestige will be even higher, our future battles will not be as easy as before, even if there is no city wall, they will not collapse, under the leadership of Gohm, they will fight until the last moment. ”

Famine spoke, but there was no trace of distress in his tone, as if the one who ushered in defeat was not the one who suffered from it, or, as he said, such a failure was insignificant, and it was not worth his distress.

"Wait, one level higher. ”

The plague, his tone paused slightly, and he found something in the sentence of the famine.

"That's right, plague, it seems that you have also grown. ”

Famine nodded in relief, ignoring the disgruntled gaze from the plague, waved his hand, and continued.

"Do you know why such a thing as war happens? In the final analysis, it is because of the existence of interests, usually because of the uneven distribution of interests, and of course because of their own desires and demands, such as the fool in our family. ”

Although they are brothers, although in terms of combat effectiveness, war is actually the strongest combat power of the four knight races, but famine looks down on the war with a single brain tendon, and death is a stuffy gourd, and he will not think about anything other than killing people at all.

Although the plague was a little better, it was only more than enough, and now that he could open his mind and extract such information from his own words, Famine was very relieved.

This means that the messy internal affairs of the Attila Empire can finally be shared by a trustworthy person, as for Atira...... It would only be a very sad story for Attila to deal with these things, famine and even suspicion, and in a month's time, this vast empire that had been built with great difficulty would be torn to pieces by Atira.

It should not be surprising that Attila has an extremely terrible talent when it comes to sabotage, and like her nickname, no matter what it is, it can't last long in her hands.