"There was no one in the woods, they seemed to have fled."

"Our forward strategy has succeeded, now continue deeper into the woods, or retreat to camp?"

The lion soldier with the shield had a happy expression, never feeling how happy it was to have a shield.

Lo and behold, those gunmen who shoot from a distance can't do anything about them, no matter how far they shoot.

"Our task is to drive them away and create a larger patrol space to prevent them from dragging artillery to fire at the camp."

"So everyone should be careful, two by two, five teams together, patrol the edge of the forest first, don't go deep."

"Yes!"

After the captains gave the order, the lions with shields carefully manipulated their shields and spread them to the left and right.

The lion soldiers were really careful, the people with shields did not dare to look around, and only two people in the fifth team quickly probed and shrank their heads to observe the movement in the forest.

The reason why they were so cowardly was because they were frightened by the skull blasting technique of Tomorrow City, and they didn't dare to stick their heads out for a long time to observe.

The orcs of Tomorrow City are very strong at stationary targets, but there are only a few dozen or so good at hitting moving targets.

Now, the movers were crouching in the shade of the leaves, peering through the cracks in the trees to observe the shield-wielding lion soldiers.

As the minutes ticked by, the lion soldiers patrolling the fringe found that the so-called forest was not so dangerous, and now half an hour had passed, and no one had died, and a large patrol had been completed without danger.

"All have orders, and after handing over to another shield sent by the camp, immediately retreat back to the camp to rest, and patrol again in an hour." The orcs received orders for the handover of work through word of mouth.

"Yes!"

"I can finally go back, and my hands are numb with this shield."

"yes, I hope those cat orcs don't make a fuss."

"No, it's the opposite of what we need to be careful when we hand over, and the Cat Folk may be able to fight back at that point."

These extra-thick steel shields were extremely heavy items, and they themselves were wearing heavy armor such as plate armor, and they were sweating profusely after walking for more than forty minutes, and most of their physical strength was consumed, and they couldn't hold on any longer.

Hearing the warnings of the group members, the orcs also became nervous.

The probe looking at the lion soldier began to increase the expansion rate, making his head like a gopher, lightning poked out of the shield, glanced at the forest, and quickly retracted.

No one laughed at this strange scene, but became more careful.

The orcs who came to hand over set off from the gate of the camp, also holding extra heavy shields, standing in a line and slowly advancing into the forest, handing over patrol posts with the lion soldiers in the forest.

"It's hard work, let's go back and rest for an hour."

The lion soldiers exchanged a few words, indicating that the light armor soldiers were not suitable for patrolling now, and three shifts were implemented to patrol in turns, with two hundred people in each patrol team, all of whom were heavy shield soldiers, and each shift patrolled for about half an hour.

When the two hundred men heard that they had to patrol for an hour, they nodded solemnly, raised their shields and faced the forest, and began to retreat.

It was also at this time that the accident happened.

There was a rustling sound of leaves rubbing against each other in the woods, and the sound was very intense, and something was approaching them at high speed.

It's so close!

They're coming!

The faces of the lion soldiers changed drastically, and the lion soldiers, who did not need to take a shield, drew their swords from their waists.

The archer, on the other hand, flipped his heavy bow to the palm of his hand, drew his arrow, and put on the bowstring to half charge.

As for the arquebus invented by Wang Cheng, no one carries that thing now, because the arquebus needs to be loaded with gunpowder, loaded with bullets, and has to burn ropes, and the preparation time is too long, and it is not suitable for forest encounters at all.

The orcs of Lionheart prefer cold weapons to arquebuses, especially in hand-to-hand combat, where the sword skills they have practiced for twenty or thirty years are several times stronger than the troublesome arquebuses that are difficult to load.

"If they use muskets, we use shields, and after blocking the bullets, they have a period of reloading, and then the enemy is defenseless, as long as we rush up and slash at each other, absolutely one by one."

"Those cat-eared orcs are all spearmen who don't wear heavy armor, and if they go down, they will either die or be injured, haha."

The lion soldiers were both excited and scared, afraid that they would rush out and be shot, and they thought about the look of the slaughter after dodging the first round of shooting.

As they cowered behind the steel shield and waited for the gunshots to go off, the dense footsteps came to an abrupt halt.

"What's going on?"

"They stopped, as if they wanted to throw something." The lion soldier of the lightning probe glanced at it and then retracted.

"Why don't I go out and shoot an arrow?" The archer's eyes flickered, and he felt that now was a good time to strike.

There were archers in the patrol, and they were all first-class archers in the Wangcheng army, because the arquebus was born out of nowhere, which shook the position of the archers, and they very much wanted to prove the military status of the bow and arrow with their archery skills.

"Good!" The leader of the squad nodded in agreement.

The archer pulls the string to the fullest, the string tightens, lifts the helmet to make sure he has enough vision, and then quickly leans out half of his body to scan the forest.

He saw a dozen cat-eared orcs in green uniforms, standing on a large tree branch about thirty meters away, with six cylindrical wooden handles tied to their belts and two wooden sticks in their hands.

The wooden rod looks odd and has a black cast-iron cylinder stuck at the top.

In the next second, he saw the cat-eared orc pull the rope of the strange wooden handle, and with half an arm, he threw the wooden handle out, throwing it into the air in an arc, and flew towards it.

He didn't know what that wooden handle was, he didn't bother to care, and it wasn't a powerful object at first glance, so he shot the cat man with the wooden handle with an arrow first.

His idea was good, but the cat people with the guns had already stared at the archers, and when they saw the archers showing their heads, they even took out their bows and arrows, and the gunners did not hesitate to aim at the enemy's head and press the trigger.

With a thud, Mini's body swelled, and it spun rapidly against the rifling, hitting the archer's head in an instant at an indisputable speed.

The archer's body was suddenly on the ground as if subjected to a great force, dead and blood-stained his skull.

The lion soldiers with shields gritted their teeth, their faces changed slightly, but they could not retreat back to the camp, they could only give the battle order: "Stop shooting arrows, take up your short blades, and fight together!" ”

The surviving archers in the team felt aggrieved in their hearts, looking at the fallen senior, who died in the pursuit of firearms without even aiming their bows and arrows, and presumably the end of pulling their bows and shooting arrows was not much better.

"The era of archers has passed...... "The lion soldier, who has been practicing bows and arrows for thirty years, put his bow and arrow on the ground and sighed.

He really didn't want to give up the bow and arrow skills he had practiced for thirty years, but the scene of the archer just now being shot in the head in two seconds was vivid, ruthlessly shattering the veterans' bow and arrow dreams.

Putting down the bow and arrow, drawing a sharp dagger, the archer turns into a melee warrior.

As the lion soldiers of the Lionheart Patrol were preparing for battle, a strangely shaped "wooden handle" fell behind them, and some of the wooden handles fell in front of their shields.

There was even a wooden handle that smashed directly into someone's helmet, making a loud "dang" sound.

"Damn, what are these things!"

The lion soldier turned his head angrily and looked at the wooden handle that fell to the ground, about a dozen centimeters long, with a black iron cylindrical head on the wooden handle, and there was a faint sizzling sound.