"Why ......"

While our forward foot knights and ogres were in full swing, the commander in place of the viscount had quietly separated the front and rear formations, the reorganized archers had shrunk to the second line, and the sword and shield soldiers had reinserted their shields into the earth and rocks in front of the archers, completely isolating us from our allies.

The pikemen then sprinted forward, their glittering iron spears sticking out of the gaps in the shields, and once they were in formation, they were the best defense against the ogre's close-range onslaught—but for that reason, the mercenaries on the flanks who were entangled with the ogres fell victim to delaying time.

"Shoot the arrows!"

"Shoot the arrows!"

The archers formed a second net of defensive arrows, like flying locusts, mercilessly sweeping away the ogres who were rushing to the rescue.

All of a sudden, the long-range slaughter of the archers was staged again, and countless streamers that burned the sky tore through the sky, striking the soldiers behind the ogres with a suffocating thickness.

Of course, there will be a few arrows that will hit our warriors who are still stuck in the melee, and the sharp dysprosium on the top of Uruk's helmet will break the flowing arrows to pieces, but in the melee, no one will pay attention to the sudden damage.

"Really...... Cool and efficient. ”

Looking at the broken sword that slipped out of my hand, I didn't notice it, I was laughing.

The casualties of the ogres are getting bigger and bigger, and the primitive and rough bloody lines are sketched in the wild and brutal wind and wilderness, the turbulent and tumultuous dust, and the blurred flesh that is unwilling to be lonely is repeatedly drunk.

However, the ogre's flying axes also gave the archers a taste of death again.

The ogres, who couldn't squeeze forward to tear them apart, threw their axes at the second-line archers behind us.

Dozens of streamers carrying the sharp wind flashed, and the mournful howls in the archer camp began to boil the theme of death, and in the face of the pale streamlines of the chariots, the soldiers sang a sad and sad cry in the blur of flesh and blood.

Wave after wave of ogres rushed out of the forest, I don't know how the battle is going on in the Chinese army, but our Zenda foot knights are fighting less and less. The scales of strength have long been tilted towards each other without hesitation, and in the face of the blood-cripping atmosphere of palpitations and trembling, our fighting spirit has almost reached the limit of collapse.

I wonder if Lord Viscount wants to sacrifice us foot knights and unruly mercenaries in exchange for time for the baggage team and the so-called core people to leave the battlefield.

Poof———

"Uh......"

Blood, splattered up, quickly scooping down the increasingly miserable dust mist in the air.

Damn it, I'd been hit by an ogre's axe—a thick hand axe stuck diagonally in my shoulder, a blood-stained blade digging deep into my muscles, sipping on my stinging raging nerves.

Is that the end of it......

"Foot knight, retreat!

"Han, quick, stand up! we need to get back to the line!"

Confused, I felt someone pull me off the ground. Subconsciously, I reached out and grabbed the broken sword at my feet——— the battle was not over yet.

The wind that travels between land and sea brings the message that is not far away to the ears.

"Uruk...... It's time to attack. ”

"What nonsense are you talking about?!"

Looking at my blood-covered face, the old knight scolded loudly, but in the next moment, hope lit up in his eyes. yes, he saw it too.

"Roar————

The sky shook, the waves thundered, and the sound of beast hooves soared wildly, causing a bronze light to boil at the edge of the field of vision. Through the atmosphere of the empty and bleak night, a fierce and fierce iron horseman, with an unstoppable sharp edge, penetrated deep into the unsuspecting ogre camp from the rear wing.

In the trembling blood light, countless Nirvana souls in the flames rose and jumped one after another, and the shattered blood fire took on the brightest color of the season.

The ogre camp was bathed in a storm of slaughter, and in a state of unpreparedness, the Layton tomahawk dragoons had stretched the surging front from the corner of the breakthrough to the entire camp. In an instant, the vast and magnificent wilderness surged with a mighty and rugged flow of force, and the roar of death and the reckless shadow of blood held up the grinding golden sound in the blazing wind and wilderness.

Many ogres were stunned before they were slashed to the ground by the furious Layton battle axe, and the fierce iron flow plowed out the bloody grooves behind the knights.

Witnessing too much helpless blood, the ogres' nerves were tormented to the brink of collapse.

All of a sudden, the orc formations were in disarray, and many ogre warriors were caught in a dilemma, not knowing whether to turn back to meet the hearty, iron-clad Tomahawk knights, or to continue to attack the Terran positions.

This confused and panicked mood also surged like a tide to the ogre warriors who were tearing in front of the battle, and the chaotic and decadent battle situation made them no longer able to concentrate on fighting with the Terran warriors.

"It's Wichel's dragoons! Long live the King!"

"Kill!!"

Roar———

The creatures that shook the earth roared with their riders, cutting into the ogre's chaotic formation from the flanks. And the cavalry led by the Viscount also launched an attack on the ogres we faced from the flanks.

Yes, we finally have the moment for a full-scale counterattack.

When the Tomahawk Knights broke through the Ogre's already chaotic formation, the commander of the Chinese army stopped the long-range slaughter of the archers. As soon as the blood-colored battle flag of the charge and counterattack danced, countless swords and spears with Como two-handed swordsmen as the tip rushed out of the formation, rushing into a mighty and soaring force with the overwhelming momentum of the torrent.

The frightened and dejected figures of the ogres seemed to be involved in the high-spirited iron flow of thunder and lightning, and they disappeared in an instant. Everywhere there was the churning of fire, the boiling of blood, the outpouring of power, and the power of the Terran warriors, which became the eternal solidification imprinted in the lingering nightmare of the ogres.

The positional battle between humans and beasts quickly turned into a one-sided slaughter battle, and no matter how desperate the brave ogre warriors fought to the death, they could not recover the situation of total collapse and retreat. The war skills of human beings have allowed the orcs, who only know the bravery, to truly experience the fear of death and the despair of frustration.

The ogre army, of more than a thousand people, was defeated in this worthless contact battle with a tragic three-quarters of the casualties. Although this hard-won victory is worthy of our celebration, the pale of its strategic significance makes the hearts of the surviving people shiver with bitterness.

At this point, I began to understand why the Terran warriors hated orc warriors so much——— because they often fought and shed blood for worthless targets, and usually, Terran warriors could only fall victim to such foolish actions.