"Uncle, look at the firelight, there are at least a thousand trolls, how to play." Prostrate in the grass, Carlos consults Biglas, whom he has met by chance.

"How do I know, in the big forest to fight a field battle, I can also stand you, if you want to die, Danas dares to propose this tactic, I dare to beat him to death." Biglas unreservedly despised Carlos.

In the era of cold weapons, maintaining the control of officers over soldiers was the only way to win wars. And the night battle is the greatest destruction of this kind of control. As an attacker in a night battle, you need to overcome the difficulties of friendly coordination and order issuance in order to effectively control the attack cluster to attack the opponent, otherwise it is likely to be counter-surrounded by the reacting enemy.

"So far, the results are good, the trolls are also confused by us, their forces have been scattered, and those guys in the front camp are the last enemies to become formed." Carlos licked his face.

"Yes, the problem is that with my 100 or so people, there are only more than 600 people around us, what can we use to attack twice the number of enemies." Biglas really wanted to draw Tokaral and stab Carlos to death.

Now that the entire coalition army is scattered in ten square kilometers of forest, it is almost impossible to form an effective command, and if the trolls launch a desperate counterattack after dawn, the troops behind will probably flee when they encounter the rout in front. The current predominance of mankind is likely to turn into a collapse.

Taking out the pocket watch, the faint phosphor inside the case provides a light source for the owner to observe the time.

"Uncle, let's rush a wave, I have made an agreement with Odren that half an hour after the attack is launched, no matter how many troops he gathers, he will come to support us." Carlos said it with ease, but in his heart he was beating the drums.

It was also a mysterious force from the east that dominated Carlos's will, and Carlos, who calmed down, also found himself in danger. Is it really worth fighting too hard and pushing yourself to the edge of a cliff for an uncertain future? Carlos suddenly felt that he understood the psychology of gamblers who bet their lives---- winning the sea and the sky, and losing is better than death. In this case, what are you afraid of, it is the right thing to fight for a white future.

"Are you serious?" Biglas asked sternly.

"The winner takes all, and the loser has no bones. Uncle, the fastest to die is always those who are afraid of death. Carlos grinned toothy in the night, and the faint starlight reflected a mouthful of white teeth, which made people panic.

"I'll follow along!" Such a simple order was passed down by the soldiers by word of mouth and carried out. This is also what Carlos used to know, the more chaotic it is, the simpler the order. "Halley's Comet comes to Earth once every seventy-six years" was conveyed by the GIs as a joke that "the seventy-six-year-old General Halley would come to inspect the camp on a motorcycle" and not be too miserable.

Fearing that General Audren would miss the schedule, Carlos deliberately delayed the impact by fifteen minutes. As a result, in the large forest with visibility of less than five meters, more than 600 coalition soldiers launched a real * decisive charge.

At a distance of more than three hundred meters, a warm up with a silent trot to a medium speed, there is no point in hiding when the trolls notice movement in the bushes.

Angry howls come and go, and the dialects of various accents boil down to three words: dry,, kill.

In the middle of the battle, Carlos threw the magic wolf smoke that he had not used before into a campfire, and the dark red smoke pierced through the shade of the trees and soared into the sky.

"It's too late to have this good thing!" Biglas was furious, and he scared away the trolls by letting out wolf smoke earlier, and he was still fighting.

"If you don't get stuck, the troll will run." Carlos replied.

"What a feud? You don't even want your life? Biglas was stunned by Carlos' madness.

"If you don't work hard, the boss will be sad, and you don't have to fight with your life, how can you build a big crystal palace." Carlos, who was in a state of euphoria, didn't know what he was dragging.

If the trolls are given time to react, it will be difficult for the tired human soldiers to fight head-on with the trolls with superior individual combat power, and they must dig through the trolls' camp in one go.

But even a mighty warrior like Beeras and a muscular monster like Carlos were a little weak after a long march and several fierce battles.

The soldiers who launched the assault had already formed in formation and began to prepare for the battle, and the trolls around them reacted after the initial confusion, and a large number of soldiers surrounded the coalition forces in a circle.

(Exterminate them?) ）

(Half is fine, chase their deserters forward, victory is within reach.) ）

After the troll commanders had finished their discussions, the brutal battle began, and in the face of the troll's spear throwing, the human soldiers lacking shields suffered heavy casualties, and the first round of spear throwing was over, and at least a hundred human soldiers fell.

"This won't work, Carlos, think of a way!" Biglas shouted loudly to adjust the formation, and yelled at Carlos, "The morale of the soldiers is about to collapse, think of a way." ”

What can be done, Carlos took out his pocket watch and looked at it, 20 minutes have passed since the agreed time, where are the reinforcements? Trolls are also at the end of their crossbows, and as long as a force of three hundred men attacks from the flank, victory belongs to the humans. What about the people, where are the reinforcements!

There is no choice but to use the last hole card.

"Soldiers, I'm Carlos. Barov, your future king! I will lead the charge! Carlos roared wildly, unleashing heroic glory.

Four hundred humans against eight hundred trolls, even if Carlos opened a heroic battle with a loss ratio of only one to one, when his magic power was exhausted, it was the time when humanity was defeated.

With seven seconds to go, Carlos didn't have time to think about it, the burning sensation in his lungs burned his sanity, and the fight had gone from skill to instinct.

Suddenly, a flying hammer slashed through a strange arc and shattered the head of a troll trying to sneak up on Carlos from behind.

Under the faint light of the sky, something was constantly shaking in the shadows of the trees, and both sides in the fight temporarily slowed down.

A question filled the hearts of everyone present, reinforcements, which side?

"Aha! Let's try Lord Beckham's hammer! ”

For the first time in his life, Carlos felt that the dwarf's beard was so flowing, and the nose bigger than Ruofeng was so sexy.

Won, Elune was on her side.

At the dawn of the Sun, Oka led a thousand deadwood warriors provided by Grand Elder Kohl to finally bypass the annoying guy in the Terminator Fortress and his interception force and catch up with the human army.

"Scout, how's Cinchero's reinforcements?" Oka asked.

"We found a dying troll of the troll, and he said that a day ago, the battle was over and the troll was wiped out. Patriarch, we're late. The scout replied.

"When is it time to ambush humans?" The subordinate asked.

"No need, go back the way you came, there is no need for this war to go on." Oka sighed deeply.

PS: Salute to the great "The Legend of Brother Chun", the author Jun accepted the transformation and re-education of the master of the audience, and now he will start to add the number of chapters. Well, the author corrects his mistakes when he knows them. It should have nothing to do with push-ups to start counting from nine thousand, and the author Jun should start writing from nine hundred chapters. Probably.