All this is because the Pigs are born faster and grow faster than Mon.

With an average life expectancy of only 40 years, they can begin to give birth to the next generation at the earliest age, and enter the physiological full maturity period at the latest at the age of eight. The entire Bimon clan is only 40 million, and if there is a Bimon with hundreds of millions of numbers, it will be difficult to say who will be the king of Bimon at that time.

So the death of a thousand Pig Beamon is a trivial matter for this vampire bat commander, although it will be more troublesome for Bielefil to move with a thousand fewer Pige coolies, but it is not unacceptable.

If it was two hundred Minotaur Beamon who died just now, then this vampire bat commander might not be able to cry, and Beamon's main general, Moon, would definitely twist off his head with his own hands!

The highest number of human repeating heavy crossbows is only five consecutive shots, and a larger number of repeating heavy crossbows are almost impossible to equip in large quantities due to the complexity of the manufacturing process, even if the three-shot heavy crossbow is only possessed by the elite legions of humans, so this vampire bat commander will fall into the evil trap of the Southeast Legion.

Moreover, the repeating heavy crossbow was particularly difficult and complicated, and it took at least five minutes after firing to be ready again, and these five minutes were enough for the nearby Beamon warriors to storm the barracks where the heavy crossbows were hidden.

The vampire bat commander suddenly opened his mouth, one long and two short, and three sharp screams rushed out of his mouth, and as soon as the Beamon troops on the ground, several wing commanders heard this sharp and piercing whistle, and immediately shouted in unison: "Kampas!" Offensive!! ”

The clearing where nearly a thousand Pig Beamons had just fallen poured into another group of Beamon, and this time it was still the Pig Race Beamon warriors who rushed in without surprise.

The Vampire Bat Commander had already made up his mind that if the Pyg Beamon did not attack the platoon barracks, he would never send a limited number of strong battle races to the death, but this time he also kept an eye on it, the Pyg Beamon were very scattered, even if the dense heavy crossbow arrows just now came again, the damage that could be caused would be greatly reduced.

He didn't believe that this small camp could have thousands of repeating heavy crossbows.

Wright, the vice-captain of a squad of the Southeastern Legion, has been in the military for five years, and he has long since lost the trembling rookie appearance he used to have when he first entered the battlefield, and at this moment he is crouching under the window, gently wiping the blood from the blade with his sleeve.

A young warrior beside him had trembling hands, trying to clench the spear in his hand, but he could not do so, and he couldn't help but curse in a low voice: "Damn it! ”

Wright smiled silently, and came up in the same deep voice: "Scared? Little cub, is it too scared to hold the gun when you see Beamon? ”

When the young warrior heard this, he cast an angry look: "Captain Wright, don't look at the flat people!" Just now, I was slammed on the gun with an axe by a bear Beamon, and my gun flew out. If it weren't for my brother hacking that Beamon to death, I'd be dead by now! Damn it! Damn, this hand still doesn't feel anything! ”

Wright raised his head slightly, quickly peeking out of the corner of the window to look outside, and squatted down again: "Ha, those orcs were scared of shooting, and they are still rubbing outside!" Looking at the young warrior who was still trying to hold on to his spear, he grinned and pulled him over.

"Shhhh A sound of clothes tearing sounded, and Wright chuckled under his breath: "Little cub! Now it's okay! Now the gun will be tied to your hands, as long as your hands are still there, you will *** stab me hard! Stab those bastard orcs out there! ”

The young warrior looked down and smiled, but did not answer, but two lines of tears quietly slipped from his eyes - he didn't say anything just now, because he saved him, his brother was cut in two by the bear Beamon's axe.

Wright looked at the heavy ballista that had been dragged to the door at this moment, spat fiercely, and shouted, "*** You guys should hurry up!" Beamon is coming up, pull the ballista down! If you drag it out again, you will be finished together! ”

The two soldiers who were pulling the heavy ballista vigorously heard this, and couldn't help but curse: "Get out!" You brute Wright, you won't die if the old two die! He scolded in a low voice, but the strength in his hands was used more urgently.

The two of them usually have a good relationship with Wright, and although they are always scolding and playing with him, they both understand each other's thoughts.

Wright is afraid that Beamon will attack, these two people will definitely not be able to run fast with heavy ballistas, and these two people also know that Beamon will definitely attack this barracks in the future, and it is unknown whether Wright, who is broken, will survive at that time!

With the desperate efforts of the two men, the heavy ballista finally pushed out of the barracks and quickly moved towards the next line of defense.

Wright grinned, turned his head to look out the window again, and his face was already solemn: "Beamon is going to attack again!" As soon as the words fell, three high-pitched whistling voices came from the air, and the Bimon Legion erupted in unison, "Kampas!" Charge! ”

The sturdy figure of the Beamon warrior reappeared in the clearing, Wright took a deep breath, looked at the five warriors squatting beside him, and said softly: "Brothers, get ready to work!" Remember, cut me to death! ”

The five warriors whispered at the same time, "Yes! Captain! ”

Wright's eyes were full of murder - just now his old friend, the captain of the martial arts team, had already died, and according to Baya's military regulations, he now automatically took over the position of captain!

Fingers gently stroked the blade of the heavy machete, and Wright silently thought: "Old friend, wait a moment, I will take revenge on you soon!" And then...... Let's go to the River Styx!

……

"What?! You repeat?! Moon's face was three points colder than before, staring at the vampire bat herald in front of him.

The Vampire Bat Herald's voice repeated the information that had just been reported: "Two thousand Beamons of the Pigs have been killed!" The other Beamon lost 200 men! The Terran legion was still not defeated, and the repulsed stragglers bypassed from both sides, relying on layers of barracks, and once again established a defensive line. ”

Moon stood up abruptly and said in a cold voice, "Southeast Legion! Army of the Southeast! Do you really think you can stand up to the First Legion of Beamon?! The hurried back and forth showed how angry Moon was at the moment, he didn't expect that the army of 50,000 men had already inflicted a loss of nearly 3,000 troops on the Beamon army in less than an hour of engagement.

Moreover, this is only the Southeastern Corps!