Chapter 35: Attack

"Bang!" a clattering sound mixed with metal deformation came out, it was Zhao Mian waved the hammer in his hand, knocking down a strong guy - this guy should be those so-called strong orcs, they are much higher than other orcs, and in terms of strength and other aspects, they are better than orcs. Before Zhao Mian rushed to his side, he was trying to regain his composure and re-formation of the barbarians and orcs around him, but the roar of strong anger did not receive any response, the soldiers ignored the orders from their commanders, ran with their backs to the enemy, and even many of them fled to the bank of the river in a panic, and then were driven into the water by Rohan's iron hooves - this spring river must have calmed their brains that were ignited in the explosion.

This strong orc is not the first to die under Zhao Mian's hammer, many of his brave compatriots have died before him, and the strong orcs with strong combat skills and strong physique have been highly used by Saruman, and they hold many positions in the army, such as squad leader, squadron leader, and group leader. However, it is precisely because of their superiority that Zhao Mian, who knows that the troops he leads cannot have a tough battle with the other party, is the first to set his goal on these guys - to be precise, not to stare at them, but to kill every guy who intends to unite the surrounding allies and fight against Rohan's iron cavalry, but the strong orcs do account for a very large share.

The two partisan forces, most of them armed with bows and arrows, dressed in gray-green cloaks and leather armor, also emerged from the bushes near the riverbank, most of them excellent archers, and they rushed towards a mound near the camp, pouring their few remaining arrows into the large camp. There were also some cavalrymen who rode agile horses and did not wear heavy armor also rode out of the bushes, and these light cavalry quickly caught up with the pace of Zhao Mian and the others' charge, and guarded themselves on both wings of the troops, using their good mobility to solve a lot of possible troubles for Zhao Mian.

The camp was on fire, and the effects of the explosion turned it into a scorching purgatory, red flames igniting everything that could burn in the camp - and there were some enemies among them. With their long tangled hair and skins, and the grease of the beasts smeared on their bodies, the barbarians of Denland were like a bunch of walking torches, and all it took was a little spark for them to ignite in that moment, and burn everything they had to illuminate all those in their vicinity - or set them on fire.

Since leading the team into this camp, Zhao Mian has been fighting for nearly an hour, thanks to the blessing of the explosion, Luo Han's cavalry did not meet the enemy's head-on attack at the beginning, the number of troops stationed in this huge camp is not light, Zhao Mian slightly estimated, it has reached about 20,000, which is enough to pose a threat to 2,000 cavalry - In particular, Zhao Mian also found a lot of wolves in the camp, these trembling beasts in fear under the firelight, like thugs in a desperate situation, howling wildly, and hoping to tear apart all the enemies around him - or his own people.

During this hour, the enemy had organized a powerful counterattack - probably part of Saruman's elite troops, heavily armoured, blades bent at the tip of their swords and spiked shields clenched tightly in their hands, and all of them orcs. The men gathered quickly in the sudden explosion, and soon formed a defensive formation, and the enemies who passed by them soon joined their ranks, and this force gradually grew until by the time Rohan's cavalry collided with them in an open area in one of the camps, they had assembled a force of about three thousand men- The cavalrymen, who had lost their speed, received a head-on blow, and the tin cans, who stood up more than two and a half meters, easily smashed the neck of the horses with their shields, and then cut off the heads of the Rohan cavalry with their sharp blades, while the spears and swords that the Rohan riders threw at him only sparked a series of dazzling sparks on his armor.

However, these guys who hid themselves deep in their armor eventually all died in the fire, and Zhao Mian could smell the subtle smell of roasted meat far away from there - because many of them were probably burned. The orcs were not harmed by much of their weapons in their armor, but the fire that spread around the camp didn't care about the meager armor, the scorching flames burned their armor red, and countless orcs wailed to death in their armor - with the smell of rotting garbage being burned.

Rohan's cavalry were not newcomers, and when they first discovered that their weapons could not do damage to their enemies, they urged their horses to bypass them, and used their weapons to attack the orcs and barbarians who were in a hurry and did not wear armor - the strong orcs were strong, but their armor also severely limited their mobility. So after the price of Rohan's riders was close to three hundred, these stubborn resisters were also swept up in the spreading fire - many orcs and barbarians fled in all directions, but the lightly armed cavalry were more than happy to harvest their heads, while the strong ones, shrouded in flames, launched a final charge against Rohan's cavalry under the watchful eyes of Zhao Mian, and then died in the way of the charge. The last of them, and the one who had always been at the forefront, was perhaps the commander of this elite force, he was taller than the strong orcs around him, his armor had been scorched by the flames, and gradually merged with his skin, a strong pungent smell emanated from his body, he howled and waved his weapon, and charged again alone- During this period, countless cavalry sent countless arrows to him, maybe many feather arrows only left a scratch mark on his body, but there were still a lot of feather arrows through the joints of his armor, piercing into his flesh, at this time he was like a monster with burrs, with a roar full of anger, rushed towards Zhao Mian in front of the crowd - Oh, and then Zhao Mian took the head, after all, unlike those Luo Han's cavalry, the hammer in Zhao Mian's hand is not those swords that rely on sharpness to win, this thing directly smashed the helmet that has gradually softened, and the warrior of the strong orc didn't even let out a last cry, and fell into the flames with arrows all over his body.

It was the last organized rebellion, and after that, sporadic resistance continued, but it did not bring more damage, and the power of the flames gradually spread throughout the camp, until finally, Zhao Mian waved the war hammer in his hand, and the incomparable holy light opened a small hole in the high wooden wall, and Rohan's cavalry was able to leave the fire of the camp.