The cannon fodder that came in to support this gang can be said to be really cannon fodder.

Even Raymond Southey and Robert Smith couldn't help but wonder if those two guys had temporarily grabbed 50,000 men to fill up after receiving their letter for help.

In fact, it's pretty much the same.

At that time, the two Europa players who received the letter for help were busy expanding their territory in their own world and crusading against the native natives.

In this whole process, in order to maximize profits, they tend to arm the first batch of indigenous people, and then let the armed indigenous people fight other indigenous people.

This can not only avoid the damage of the regular army, but also by the way to the integration of the natives to carry out combat training, and most importantly, a group of natives, even if they are dead or disabled, they do not need to pay pensions, and they can save a lot of money internally.

And this time, according to the meaning of Raymond Sosi and Robert Smith, the batch of cannon fodder sent over was the same group of natives.

What has to be said here is that many ordinary people always have the illusion that even an ordinary person can show a little value more or less when he goes to the battlefield with a gun.

It was as if the easy access to firearms had greatly reduced the gap between ordinary people and regular soldiers.

But in reality, the gap is wide.

That's right, according to the human physique, without wearing effective armor, as long as the bullet hits the vital point, there is no doubt that you will die, but sadly you can't hit the opponent at all, this kind of person, commonly known as the master of human stroke in the game circle.

In reality, a series of effects such as the feel, ballistics, and recoil of the gun are much more complex than in the game.

There is even a high possibility that you will not even be able to pass the psychological endurance, as soon as you go to the battlefield, you will break out in a cold sweat, your hands will tremble, you can't even hold a gun steadily, and you will recognize the reality, this is not a situation that can be stabilized by tapping a keyboard.

Today's indigenous cannon fodder may be a little more reliable than ordinary miscellaneous fish, but compared with the soldiers of the regular army, it is still far from it.

In the midst of a hail of bullets, killing them is as easy as mowing the grass.

A salvo rolled over, and the natives fell in pieces, and a high-explosive shell could directly empty an area.

Obviously, those indigenous cannon fodder did not know how to avoid the flying bullets as much as possible during the charge, how to protect their fatal points, and how to deal with them urgently after being shot, these professional qualities, they did not have.

It can only be said that the gap in combat effectiveness is too big, so big that they don't even have a chance to counterattack when they face the Beishan Army.

Patches of indigenous cannon fodder kept falling, and the soldiers didn't know how many enemies they had shot, anyway, the number of corpses in the canyon had been piled up quite exaggerated.

Even Robert Smith and Raymond Sosi in the rear had to admit that every soldier in this garrison was indeed well-trained!

The difference in strength between the indigenous cannon fodder and those elite soldiers has reached a point where they feel miserable.

However, Robert Smith was in no hurry to let his regular army rush forward.

At this moment, he naturally has his purpose as well.

The use of this group of indigenous cannon fodder is to consume and attract opposing firepower.

But at the same time, he actually has another purpose, that is, to see if he can cheat the hole cards that may be hidden on the opposite side, such as a strategic level of powerful attacks or something.

As long as the opponent opens the hole card and uses it, then his regular army can launch a formal attack with impunity.

"General......

The battle on this side of the main battlefield is not as easy as it seems.

Although the strength of those indigenous cannon fodder is very weak, but the number is amazing, in the face of this suicidal attack, the deputy general standing in the rear, cold sweat has begun to break out on his forehead.

In comparison, Zhao Pan, as the general of Beishan Fortress, is still in that immobile posture at this moment, overlooking the entire battlefield from a calm angle, and carefully analyzing the situation in front of him, figuring out the enemy's intentions.

At the same time, a communications soldier quickly ran over and reported to Zhao Pan about the battle situation in the canyon.

After listening to Zhao Pan, a look of thought flashed in his eyes.

"The battle on the canyon has begun, but only the orc army has come, and the other enemy human regular army has not been seen until now, and the other party, this is testing my hole cards?"

Thinking of this, Zhao Pan couldn't help frowning slightly, and then spoke in a deep voice......

"Get the mage troops ready and wait for my orders."

"Yes!"

Outside the Beishan Fortress, countless indigenous cannon fodder directly paved a bloody road with corpses, constantly approaching the defense line of the Beishan Army.

"Damn! How many guys are there?! ”

Gritting their teeth, the dwarven grenadiers began throwing high-explosive grenades.

100,000 is a far more terrifying and heavier number than they imagined.

The dense corpses were crowded almost everywhere, which increased the psychological pressure of the soldiers of the Beishan Army little by little.

Blood gushed out, severed limbs splashed, looking at the group of enemy soldiers who were getting closer and closer, Zhao Pan finally spoke.

"Do it!"

At the sound of an order, at this moment, in the Beishan Fortress, the brilliance of a spell suddenly shone brightly, adding a bit of magical aura to the entire battlefield.

In the next second, the magic attack that flew out directly raised the defensive firepower of the Beishan Army by a level.

Seeing this scene, Robert Smith, who was in the rear, was obviously in good spirits, but then, his brows couldn't help frowning.

"This is the opposite hole card?"

This was clearly not what he had expected.

Is he overthinking? Or is it that the opponent's real hole cards have not been opened yet?

A pair of eyes stared at the battle situation in front of him, on Robert Smith's forehead, a drop of cold sweat slowly slipped down, there was no time to hesitate, the shot of the mage troops made the firepower of the Beishan Fortress suddenly become more ferocious, and the pieces of combined spell attacks were smashed out, and the efficiency of killing those indigenous cannon fodder was simply terrifying.

In this situation, the remaining indigenous cannon fodder can finally attract another wave of firepower for them, and win the opportunity for their regular army to rush to the front of the Beishan Fortress.

But if you wait any longer, the natives will die less and less, and when the time comes, if you want to cover them again, you won't have a chance......

Thinking of this, Robert Smith couldn't help but grit his teeth.

"Yes, take a gamble! Raymond, let's go on a frontal assault! Let your ironclad rush again! ”

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