In the camp of the "Blood Spear Tribe", the gate where logs and iron sheets were simply knocked together suddenly opened.

A wave of angry greenskins rushed out, and a sturdy Boole Rotten in a modified set of black heavy armor rode a particularly majestic brown war boar - two fangs and two long knives, and appeared at the front of the line.

Behind him, there were hundreds of equally menacing orc pig-riding boys, half of them were obviously stronger than the others, this was the most elite orc pig-riding big guy, like a rampaging humanoid tractor, although the number was not much, and the speed was not too fast, but the momentum caused was not inferior to the turbulent green torrent opposite.

But the real main forces are still to come.

More than 2,000 green-skinned boys poured out, armed with all kinds of weapons, machetes, axes, iron rods, and even bows and arrows, and each of them had bloodlust and mania written on their faces, and the sudden attack had completely angered them, and they were in a belly full of anger, and they urgently needed to vent their anger.

At this time, none of them dared to rush out.

The heroic performance and roars of the orc warriors gave Bull Rotten a lot of confidence to the front of the front, and he believed that as long as he could hold back the large army of the enemy in front of him, he would find another opportunity to kill the leader of the opponent, and he would be able to achieve the final victory.

In terms of heads-up, even if the boss of the "Broken Tooth Tribe" comes over, he is not afraid.

However, to the surprise and joy of the orc chieftain, as soon as they left the city, they found that the opponent's army had taken the initiative to split into three, and the goblin riders on the left and right flanks broke away from the large army at the same time and rushed towards the other two gates of the camp.

If it were changed to before, facing the attack of the enemy in three directions at the same time, Bull would still have a headache, but now it is different, which means that the enemy in the head-on confrontation is less than half, and only a group of two-legged orcs are left, not only the number of orcs is instantly reversed, but the quality of the other party is not as good as his side, not to mention the wild boar rider, and even a stronger orc big guy has not seen it.

As for the hometown camp, there are thousands of goblins, as long as the opponent's long-range weapons are eliminated, they can hold out for a while.

Seeing this favorable situation, Bull's belief in victory, which had been shaken by the opponent's powerful weapon, was strengthened again.

The only regret is that the green prophet riding the big boar slipped backwards quickly, and he didn't know when he had retreated two hundred meters away, and was stopping in place at this time, passing by the rushing enemy orcs.

It doesn't matter, as long as he wins this fight, he can't run away alone!

"Boys, run faster! The final victory will surely belong to the sharpest blood spear! aaaagh！ ”

Seeing that the brutal hand-to-hand combat was about to begin, the experienced Bull turned back again to boost his morale, but then he shouted at the orc pig-riding boy beside him:

"Wild boar riders, come with me!"

After saying that, he patted the war pig under him who had been born and died together for many years, and before the two sides were about to fight, he took all the hundreds of wild boar riders with a sudden turn, bypassed the equally imposing enemy in front of him, and rushed behind them.

Of course, the orc chief of the "Blood Spear Tribe" did not flee from the battle, this was a temporary decision he made, since the other party's goblin riders were not there, then these orc pig riders in his hands were the fastest, there was no need to fight the other party hard, it was better to kill directly to the small hill behind, destroy the weapon that made a loud noise, and then turn back to destroy these green skins!

Fighting is also a matter of using your brains! My head is as good as my fist!

Bull was pleased with his quick response, but he didn't forget to yell at the orc shaman Dralg not far away, who nodded firmly and led the rest of the orc boys onwards.

For the two waves of orcs who were spreading their feet and charging at each other, the distance of two hundred meters was just an instant, and the orcs of the "Blood Spear Tribe" had just left, and the warriors who rushed to the front row of the two sides began to make close contact, like two rough slaps full of calluses, slapping together fiercely.

Bright red blood is like flowers, scrambling to bloom in the center of the battlefield.

After the actual engagement, there was a brief lull on the battlefield that should have been noisy, and there was not much nonsense in the greenskins fighting, let alone too many reasons.

Roars and roars were replaced by the metallic sound of blades clashing, but soon this relative silence was shattered, and screams and roars regained dominance of the battlefield.

The area of the battlefield rapidly expanded with the spread of blood, and soon all the orcs were selflessly thrown into battle.

In just a few minutes, hundreds of big men fell in pools of blood, most of them got up again to join the battle, and a few were completely silent.

For the orcs who do not steal and cheat, it means that they can never get up again, no matter which tribe they once belonged to, the soul after death will become part of the second brother of Mao.

Whether it was the "Broken Claw Tribe" who came prepared, or the "Blood Spear Tribe" who was forced to protect their own territory, no one flinched, no one showed a scared look, and everyone enjoyed it.

Groups of orcs fell like green wheat, but as long as they were not breathing, they would get back up and continue to roar and pounce on the enemy.

Although the two sides were similar in number and were all orc boys, they should have been stuck in a quagmire-like stalemate, but as the battle progressed, the casualties increased, and after only a short period of equilibrium, the balance of victory slowly tilted in one direction.

The one who gradually gained the upper hand was the "Broken Claw Tribe" who took the initiative to come to the door.

The reasons for this advantageous situation are manifold, and they have accumulated gradually.

One of the key factors is the Scarface orc who is fighting at the forefront at this time.

Simu, as the least orc of the several major leaders, he usually controls all the orc boys of the tribe, and in terms of combat effectiveness alone, he far surpasses the other two commanders.

This is both a kind of trust and an affirmation of the stone, and it turns out that the black orc lord's vision is still good.

This usually inconspicuous "Giant Knife Commander" showed extraordinary command, and cleaned up the irascible young men of the tribe who were born to be disobedient.

He usually doesn't like to talk too much, and once the battle starts, he will definitely rush to the front of the line, and as for other things, he has already prepared before the battle.

The ugly and vicious Scar Orcs will carefully check that the boys are fully equipped with weapons and equipment, will ask them to control the distance when charging, and more importantly, with the prestige they have built up step by step, the boys will obey his command during the game of Bloodwrist Rugby, and consciously improve their cooperation and tacit understanding with each other.

Even the dull orcs knew that if they did what Smu said, they would win the game.

And when all this is on the battlefield, it has been transformed into another important factor that can affect combat effectiveness in addition to the most basic physical fitness and combat experience.

Compared with the Blood Spear Orcs, who simply rely on instinct to fight alone, the boys of the "Broken Claw Tribe" are not only as savage, as fierce, and as fearless of death as their opponents, but also have some more cover and cooperation.

Although most of them are not intentional, it is clear that through the subtle daily blood wrist football game and the conscious teaching and training of Smu, their teamwork ability has been initially manifested, and can be reflected in the actual battle.

Especially in such a large-scale battle of several thousand people, every small-scale cooperation, every time with the smallest cost to kill the enemy in front of you, can add up to a lot, and it can affect the trend of the entire battle situation.

In this respect, the name of "Villain Instructor" can be said to be worthy of the name.

On the other side, the young shaman of the "Blood Spear Tribe", Dralge, finally sensed that something was wrong. ()

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