Lu Xi's speech made this group of pure-hearted ordinary soldiers all enthusiastic and high-spirited, and they all wanted to fight to the death for their goddess, no, the commander. From this point of view, the working people at the bottom are indeed quite simple, as long as you make them believe that you are your own people, and you are willing to lead them to seek honor, interests and even fate, they are willing to follow you to the end of hell. This is where there is room for black-hearted ruling classes like Lu Xi and careerists from all walks of life to operate.

His mouth cannon boosted the morale of the soldiers, and his war skills were upgraded to level 4 with skill points in the "Jungle Array", making the soldiers' movements more efficient when they were arrayed.

So, by the time the enemy army on the wolf cavalry arrived, the huge army of more than 30,000 men had already completed the formation, waiting for the other side to appear.

Then, as the smoke and dust on the horizon due north grew louder and louder, the murderous and bloodthirsty howls of wolves rang out from above and outside, intertwined, and turned into some kind of harsh and terrifying sound wave, which came with the bitter cold wind. If it was really a recruit who had never seen blood before, such a roar alone would scare them into the point that they would no longer have the will to fight. However, this group of rookies of the Fourth Legion, who had really never seen blood, faced the roar of the beasts that were getting closer and closer, but they all clenched their blades one by one and held their heads high. Even the most cowardly soldier, although he was taking a deep breath and the expression on his face was a little nervous, he was far from the dazed or panicked loss of fighting spirit.

"All of these guys have taken potions? But that's not magic! Nearly 40,000 people, all of whom have been fed a potion to increase their courage and fighting spirit, and this alone will bankrupt the federal finances! "The officers of the legion, big and small, feel that today's events are full of all kinds of incomprehensible metaphysics from the very beginning. However, they must admit that even if it is themselves, when they see the figure of Mount Tai sitting under the Iron Rose, all fear and nervousness are gone, and their chests are full of excitement and blood, and they feel that all the enemies in front of them will be as vulnerable as a chicken. Even those bureaucratic old fritters and gate valve disciples who feel that the blood in their hearts has long been cold, they all feel this blood that seems to have been lost for a long time.

"Some people say that person is the Goddess of Radiance?" A middle-aged colonel born in a well-known family has a complicated face.

“…… I think it's clearly the daughter of Pallas, the goddess of war and wisdom, no, son! The aristocratic officer's nemesis, a certain "civilian" colonel who had been in the agency for most of his life, also sighed, touched the hilt of the sword at his waist, and for the first time did not feel that this thing was a burden.

"That's it, it's just death! At this age, it's not surprising that you end up squandering, right? The two looked at each other, and each saw this in each other's eyes, and for the first time, they felt that the other party was actually quite pleasing to the eye.

At this time, the true face of the enemy finally appeared on the horizon. The first to emerge was a group of elaborate chain mail (orcs who lacked metal products could afford to wear this kind of pure metal armor either the powerful or the elite), wrapped in thick fur cloaks, and carrying double-edged broadswords. The mounts under their crotches are on average one size larger than the average Orgrimmar wolf. Their jaws are thicker, their heads are oval-shaped, and their bite force is extremely impressive. The fur is mostly grayish-blue, and it is much taller than most black and brown common wolves.

"The Belka Hills Wolf, the trump card of the Stormwind Clan! This is the legendary Storm Wolf Knight, right? Colonel Grimmar narrowed his pupils. As the chief commander, he stood in the third platoon of the queue, and was responsible for directing the first line of array infantry, almost facing the enemy at the front. His lieutenant stood behind him, holding a sword and shield coat of arms one size smaller than the Chinese Army's Iron Rose Banner, representing the position of chief commander.

Colonel Grimmar glanced back at the position of the Chinese army and saw that the first command flag had been erected there.

"Ready!" He walked briskly through the array, shouting loudly.

The shieldmen stuck their huge shields on the ground, holding their short swords in one hand and hanging down their bodies and carrying them on their shoulders. The spearman pressed down the weighted repellency, which was more than two meters high, clamped his hands and supported the front end of the repelling rifle with the front shield and the shoulders of his comrades.

This was originally the standard tactical maneuver that these soldiers had trained countless times over the course of several months. However, in the face of such a formidable enemy, being able to meticulously perform the movements learned during training was something that only a hundred warriors could do in this medieval era when the literacy rate was less than five percent and the minds of most civilian soldiers were chaotic and mushy.

Without waiting for the officers of all ranks to give the order, the archers also took off their war bows one after another. It's just that compared with the Wood Elf marksman, they seem to be separated by several dimensions in terms of equipment and spirit, which is simply the difference between a pencil scribbling on a notebook and a top-level oil painting that buys millions of dollars at every turn. The Federation has never been a country of marksmen, and not only are there only a limited number of crossbowmen, but most of the bows and crossbows they use are ordinary hunting bows and crossbows - which is normal. We must know that the kind of war bow that can easily weigh hundreds of pounds can only be pulled away by top archers with excellent strength and control. The training time required to train such an elite soldier is not even less than that of a knight.

However, Lu Xi originally did not pin the responsibility of long-range output on his own projection troops. In fact, if it weren't for the lack of production capacity for a while, he was even ready to directly cancel the thousands of crossbowmen in the legion.

So, the soldiers, dressed in simple leather armor or even linen armor and wearing iron helmets, took off their cylindrical weapons on their backs, concentrated their breath, held their breath, and watched the enemy approach.

Soon, more than 3,000 elite wolf riders riding the Belka Stormseat wolf had poured out. Each of them seemed to be able to fight ten at a time, but unfortunately, by the standards of cavalry charges, their ranks were relatively loose, but there were only more than three thousand people, and the charge line spread out for more than a kilometer.

It is said that when the Knights of the Forbidden Army of Auckland charged in formation, their spears and banners were as lush and tight as the trees. Lu Xi imagined that those guys probably already had the ability to charge against the wall. The army of the Middle Ages actually mastered the skills of modern cavalry, although Lu Xi knew that in a world where the occult was rampant, he could not look at history with the scientific development concept of that world, but he still felt a bit of a drama.

Of course, the Forbidden Knights of Auckland are, after all, the world's "No. 1 Riders", and if they charge like a forest, the famous Storm Wolf Knights are probably only about the level of sparse thatched grass.

However, even with such a slightly loose charge, the wolf knights, with their machetes in their hands and the fierceness of the huge wolves under their crotches, were able to easily crush an enemy army several times their size—and I was talking about a normal army. These elite warriors of the Storm Clan, seeing the enemy set up in formation in front of them, although they were a little surprised by the efficiency of the other party, but the situation at this time did not allow them to think too much. The enemy is the Federal Army, which has not won any serious battles in more than 100 years, and they are all shelf goods, as long as they are pressed up, they can teach them to be human with the sword in their hands! No matter what the situation is, the wolf knights believe in it in their bones.

The orc wolf knights drove their crotch partners and picked up speed, accelerating one last time before starting to charge. Behind them, several Kodomon, much larger than the average rhinoceros, also appeared on the horizon. The orc's drummer rode on the back of the behemoth, beating the war drums hanging at his sides.

The rumbling sound of war drums resounded on the side of the sky, like the sudden explosion of thunder in the clear sky.

Hearing such a drum sound, the morale of the orcs was even higher. More wolf cavalry appeared on the horizon, forming a second echelon of charging waves. But this time, it's basically an "ordinary" cavalry riding a "normal" wolf. On either side of the wolf cavalry, the sudden sound of dense horse hooves even drowned out the roar of the wolf, which was a large group of centaur soldiers. Compared with the wolf cavalry, these orc vassal soldiers are too much of a dick just in terms of equipment. Many did not even have armor, so they could only be wrapped in thick linen and fur, which was used as a defense. However, as long as the centaurs held a powerful bow that was almost a man high, no one dared to underestimate their lethality on the battlefield.

To the beat of the drums of war, the centaurs quickened their advance, pressing on either flank of the Fourth Legion. In fact, when the centaur started to gallop at top speed, it was actually faster than the wolf, and the endurance was far superior. They quickly caught up with the Storm Wolf Rider who was charging ahead, and immediately added considerable momentum to this wave of charge, as if it were a surging tide.

"Five hundred meters ......," Colonel Grimmar silently calculated the direction of the enemy's distance from here. He glanced at the banner of the Chinese army behind him again, but he didn't see any movement. Lu Xi is still sitting under the banner, but at this moment, what kind of expression he is, after all, he can't really see it.

"Hold ......," he said loudly.

The wolf knights and centaurs moved on. At this time, not only the roar of the wolf, but also the soldiers could clearly see the hideous expressions and various angry howls of the orc riders.

"Steady!" Colonel Grimmar continued to command, while silently drawing his two-handed greatsword and slamming it directly to the ground, like a statue of a warrior.

The orcs continued to gallop, while the centaurs began to maneuver towards their wings as they bent their bows and arrows. As a result, the Storm Wolf Knights, who had more than 3,000 people, formed a salient of the charge, like a standard arrow.

"Two hundred meters ......" Colonel Grimmar glanced in the direction of the Chinese army behind him again, raised his sword and shouted: "Shield! ”

Before the centaurs could release their arrows, the shields in the first three rows of the legion were erected, and the soldiers hung down as they did during training, allowing the shields to cover as much of their bodies as possible.

Arrows whizzed and flew in, and the sound of breaking through the air was terrifying. However, in the middle of running, it is actually difficult to achieve a dense salvo, and besides, the range of the centaur riding a bow will never exceed two hundred meters. These arrows look terrifying, but their lethality is actually quite limited. After two crazy waves, more than 60 percent of the arrows were caught by the shield, and more than half of the other arrows were missed. Of course, there were also soldiers who fell from arrows. If it is a normal recruit, it may have begun to stir up by now.

However, the soldiers of the Fourth Legion, who were obviously mostly recruits, really looked like veterans of a hundred battles, and greeted the enemy head-on without any fancy without any fancy like a dam to meet the waves.

"Thirty meters!" Colonel Grimmar looked at the enemy and walked into the first row with his broadsword, followed by Captain Amin and other old men. Now, the soldiers in the front row could even see the blood and slime in the fangs of the wolf.

Thirty meters, for the charging Belcas wolf, is just a matter of instant pounce. But for these elite Storm Wolf Knights, it was enough for them to launch their first attack. But I only saw that these orcs who were riding on the wolf's saddle and moving at high speed controlled the reins with one hand with their miraculous movements, and quickly pulled out the throwing spears behind the saddle with the other hand and threw them out. Quite a few spears miraculously penetrated through the gaps between the shields and the edges above, piercing the soldiers' bodies. There was even a spear that directly pierced through the thick wood-clad iron shield, nailing the shield hand behind him to the shield together.

This wave of throwing alone caused hundreds of casualties. Painful wails and screams inevitably resounded in the ranks of the Fourth Legion.

The wolf knights didn't feel any joy. They originally thought that with this "bombardment" of guns, it would be enough to make the opponent's gun forest and shield wall appear a gap that they could obviously use. With a combination of agility and impact, the Stormrider Wolf Rider can burst into enemy arrays with the slightest room to loosen up, expanding their wounds until they tear them apart.

You know, even the more elite enemies, even the Aiman spearmen of the Virgin Empire, will inevitably fall into panic when they are bombarded by such a throwing gun. However, these Federation soldiers in front of them originally thought that they were a group of recruits who had never seen blood, and they had obviously suffered enough blows that would make the veterans panic, but they did not move.

There was no longer a chance for the orcs to adjust, and the wolf's fangs soon slammed into the giant shield, like the impact of a car, and the arms and shoulders of many soldiers behind the shield were almost broken. However, at the same moment, more wolf knights, and even the ferocious wolves under their crotches, were impaled by the wood-like repulsion rifles. Just by the first charge, the Wolf Knight's losses surpassed those of the Federation Army. In terms of cost performance, it can be said that it is a big loss.

Enraged, the orcs jumped off the wolf's back and into the shield wall, ready to tear a hole with their broadswords. Many of the wolves who had been pierced and seriously injured were even ferocious, and with their last breath, they simply lifted the shield in front of them with their claws, and bit off one or two enemies behind them, and then swallowed their last breath.

The archers behind the shield wall began to shoot. However, with this level of projection ability, the damage is almost negligible on this kind of battlefield.

Fortunately, at this time, the Federation finally showed that they were different from ordinary countries. The battle mage regiment, hiding behind the battle line, finally activated the ambush they had prepared before. Five hundred stone golems came out of the ground and appeared right next to the wolf cavalry. Their strength is actually stronger than that of ordinary soldiers, but they are only puppets, and there is no fear, and for a while, they really disrupted the pace of the wolf cavalry's charge.

On the other hand, after unleashing three rounds of fire, the centaurs also lost their room to make a detour, so they could only put down their warbows and force them with spears in their hands. Compared to the bear-like giant Belka Storm Wolves, their impact power is much inferior, but for the centaurs who rush up like cavalry and stop to be infantry, they can adapt to the fighting situation more quickly. They brushed aside their rifles, leaped to their feet, and pressed their own body weight directly against the enemy's shield. Of course, ordinary human soldiers could not bear such a heavy burden, and many of them were crushed on the spot with human shields.

After all, the wolf cavalry and centaurs did not directly break the enemy's formation at one time. However, they still inflicted enough losses on the Union soldiers in the front row, and if nothing changes, sooner or later they will tear the opposing defense line apart like peeling an onion.

As long as these shield walls are torn apart and a passage wide enough, the follow-up comrades will arrive, and we will be able to complete the goal of the central breakthrough! The orc warriors looked at the Iron Rose Banner in the distance, and felt that they really couldn't be far from there, and as long as they tried harder, they would definitely be able to rush through. 21010