(Alliance leader gavemepower plus more 720)

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The best way to get rid of fear is to face it!

There is nothing like a real battle to train a soldier.

A soldier who has never seen blood will always be a rookie.

Even if these recruits have seen the tied up orc warriors, and have carried out righteous group beatings on some orc warrior captives, it feels like a different thing to really have to face the orc army that is surging like a tide.

"Hold on! Resist! Don't use one hand! With both hands! The squad leader roared loudly. Let the muscular heavy infantry at the front end stand against the shield of death.

After improvements, the heavy infantry has long since used ordinary kite-shaped shields.

Unless promoted to a professional, he can't bear the rampaging drug-addicted orcs with arm strength and kite-shaped shields alone.

Today's heavy infantry uses large tower shields, 75 cm wide and 150 cm high.

Outside, it's a frantic 1cm thick Mithril, and if it weren't for the many X-shaped structures made of wooden planks in the middle, it would look like a metal door.

Inside there is a binding hand for the left arm, and an additional handle for easy support for both hands.

There are also two movable brackets in the lower part of the shield, which can be opened at up to 60 degrees to serve as a support for the shield.

Even such a super shield, in the face of the impact of the orcs, is still almost unable to withstand it.

“Lok’Tar!”

With a roar, he rushed to the front orc, stunned by four or five crossbow arrows on his shoulder, and killed him bloodily.

In the last three meters, the whole person jumped up, in mid-air in a C-shaped reverse bow, all the muscles and muscles were full, and when the head came down, it was a jump!

"Boom-"

The loud bang exploded, and the feeling of the heavy infantry was that the ground was shaking!

His ears were buzzing, his head was dizzy, and it took him a few seconds to come back to his senses in horror.

The large shield he was struggling to hold on to had a huge dent in the top, almost enough for a human head.

Replaced with an ordinary iron shield, most of them have exploded on the spot, and even the human soldiers who resisted behind the shield are all finished, at least two arms will be broken, or the kind that will be shattered.

But despite the signs of cracking, the Mithril shield stubbornly carried it.

The reason why the bloodthirsty orcs did not make up for the blow was simply because a few pikemen behind the heavy infantry mustered up their courage and stabbed the heavy infantry's broad green chest into a broken sack while the heavy infantry carried the first blow.

"Haha!"

"I'll kill him!"

"Here's help—"

"Ahh

Despite the embarrassment, and despite the fact that many people were injured in a single round of impact, the golden light that flashed above the wounded soldier's head gave the soldier infinite courage.

It was the Holy Light Flash cast by the paladins and clerics standing at the top of the city.

As long as it's not a troublesome injury like a broken bone, a common stab wound, a scratch, or even a broken neck, the Light has a good chance of saving your life.

More than a thousand priests and paladins overdosed on the front-line soldiers throughout the whole process, which was outrageous for Nima.

Don't forget, in the entire Eastern Kingdom Continent, the place with the most priests is Stratholme!

The godfather of a certain duke is the chief scoop of the Holy Light Church of the Seven Kingdoms, ahem, archbishop.

Unlucky ghosts were constantly wounded, and they could not recover for a while, and they were dragged out of the line by their companions from the predetermined passage in the rear, and their own men carried them away on stretchers.

But the front line, after the recruits had overcome the initial panic, was maintained.

On the walls of the Urn City, Rivendell's originally raised hand was slowly lowered.

"Take a break!"

One by one, the crossbowmen, who had been aiming at the orcs, retreated silently behind the battlements.

The attacks of the orcs, wave after wave, seemed to oppress the human formation, but no one noticed that the human beings actually formed a circle formation, and every time the front was damaged, they collectively moved clockwise. And constantly retreat the wounded soldiers in the process of moving.

Every orc who rushed forward had to face a large shield soldier with a dead shoulder, a light infantry with a sword, and the spears of four pikemen at all times.

The orcs roared and advanced, seemingly compressing the human formation, and in reality not many human soldiers actually died.

The battle went on for almost an hour, and the orcs didn't even notice that the enemy in front of them had been replaced by a third legion.

The so-called one blow, then decline, three and exhaustion.

The orcs finally realized that they could not win this battle.

They instinctively fled to the gate, which was blocked by the jack gate.

"Knock knock!" Several of the burliest orcs, with a strong desire to escape, frantically smashed the stainless steel gate with the weapons in their hands.

Then they were pulled away, and the ogres behind them were upset, and these terrifying humanoids were generally more than three meters tall. An ogre wields a large metal rod that is supposed to have been dismantled from a statue, and is as thick as an adult's thigh in diameter alone.

The seemingly hard steel door was actually pierced.

These creatures, who were too savage, tore the large steel plate like a piece of paper, tearing it into a hole that could be passed through by ogres.

The most outrageous thing is that next to it, there are also a few ogres who can't wait, carrying a big tree trunk that two people hug together, and slam directly to the city wall.

After three minutes of perseverance, the walls were pierced.

Thousands of orcs rushed to the ground, not minding the rain of soft arrows falling over their heads as they passed the bridge.

A human crossbowman couldn't help it, so he wanted to give an arrow to the orc deserter, but he suddenly found that the crossbow he had raised was pressed down.

"What are you doing...... Sorry, Brigadier General. ”

It was Rivendell.

Not only the archer, but everyone else was puzzled.

Rivendell said loudly, "I know everyone wonders why I don't let you shoot those greenskins. ”

Everyone nodded in unison.

"Our lord, Duke Stratholme, has said, 'The biggest difference between us and the orcs is the infantry, and only if all the legions have combat experience can we win this final battle against the orcs!'" Rivendell pointed to the bottom of the city wall, and it was a young face that was a mixture of excitement and excitement: "Now, our second, third, and fourth legions all have combat experience!" ”

The entire urn city in front was filled with orc corpses, but there were few human soldiers with white cloth on the ground behind.

Everyone was immediately convinced.

"Long live Duke Stratholme!"

"Long live Lordaeron—"

"Long live the Alliance—"

The shouts of cheers echoed throughout the fortress.

At the top of the rear fortress, McDonald smiled at the corner of his mouth: "Do you understand?" My vassals. ”

Serijek's eyes lit up: "The lord is clever. ”

"I can't beat the orcs, I want them to enjoy the 'fruits of victory' little by little, and only after we finish training can we allow them to fall into the abyss of death!"

Right!

From beginning to end, it's just a training conspiracy of Mai someone.

The main structure of the fortress was originally three layers inside and three layers outside. The layer that the orcs had just smashed through was a temporary wall made of ice, and it was smashed when it was smashed.

The 4,000-pound jack gate...... How good do you want a temporary wall?