Norma saw that Sirigon's face had changed, and he seemed to have thought of something for a moment, and his face changed as well. Maybe the big boss didn't think about it that much, but for the experienced Siregon and the calm and attentive Norma, they would think more.

"We have to speed up, the human army will definitely not be able to stop those black orcs." Norma looked at Sirigon, and said without a hint of tactfulness. If the barbarians could barely fight, the weak bodies of humans were completely incomparable to the black orcs, even the elite armies, and Norma believed that no human army could withstand the roaring charge of the black orcs.

Sirigon's nodded, not refuting Norma's opinion of the human army. Indeed, if it was the army of the previous empire, it would not be able to support much in the face of the gnolls and collapse, except for special legions that could fight the orcs. Although the army of Boer Town is elite enough, in the eyes of West Rigon, it can only fight the gnolls without falling behind, and even in the face of the greenskins, there will be large casualties.

"Yes, Norma, we do need to speed things up." Siricorn looked at the big leader, who was covered in wounds, and his face was cut with a large wound, and blood dripped from his face on his chest. He was wearing a beautiful white bearskin jacket underneath, and a thick piece of armor on the outside, but by this time the armor was already covered with scars, cracks and cracks spread everywhere, and a large piece had broken off on the left side, and the white bearskin lining had already been soaked with blood.

"Big Chief, your scars are very heavy, I don't think you are suitable to go to the battlefield anymore, I will arrange you in the rear." Siricorn looked at the big boss and said.

"No, you don't." The big boss stood up, tore off a large piece of bear skin from the bearskin, and tied a wound on his face indiscriminately, "The barbarian men are not hiding behind, let alone behind the women, let alone my big leader. And I'm going to settle accounts with that black orc, and this scar on my face can't be cut by anyone. He said menacingly.

After eliminating the remaining orcs at the platform, Siricorn and his cavalry continued to charge down the hill in the same way as before, with the Grand Leader and Norma on two horses.

At the foot of the mountain, the situation on the battlefield was already in full swing at this time.

"Target, those black-skinned orcs, shoot ....." Qin Feng stood behind the formation, also holding a javelin in his hand, shouting and giving orders. The black-skinned orcs rushed down the hill and slammed straight into the array. It was as if the Roman youth army had been rammed by a galloping war horse, and was almost broken by the black orcs. Although the centurion and his soldiers tried their best to block it, the array had been completely destroyed, and the orcs who rushed up from behind quickly intervened and mingled with the Roman youth army.

Qin Feng fiercely projected the javelin at the black orc, but the javelin that had been invincible in the past was bounced off by the black orc's thick armor after shooting at the black orc, and it was useless. A closer look reveals that all the javelins thrown by everyone were bounced off by the armor, except for those that were lucky enough to be inserted through the joints or gaps in the armor.

Ordinary orcs, whether gnolls or greenskins, have no armor or only a few pieces of iron strung with leather tied to their bodies, which is useless at all. But the black orcs were different, they were all fully armed, and they wore thick and hideous armor, although the workmanship was rough, it looked like pieces of iron covering their bodies. But the defense is so good that a javelin that pierces a normal shield is of no use to them.

Seeing this, Qin Feng immediately asked the levies to shift their targets, and it was definitely a waste to continue to target those black orcs, because the black orcs broke through the soldiers' line, and those ordinary orcs behind them had already rushed up, which put tremendous pressure on the Roman youth army.

"Young Master...."Lowell suddenly ran out of breath from the array.

Qin Feng threw out the javelin in his hand and stepped aside.

"Young master, I can't stand it, those black orcs are too powerful, if I continue, I'm afraid that the soldiers will collapse." Lowell looked anxious, the armor in his chest was slashed, and the red blood inside could be seen from the crack. "Young Master, do you want to let those black orcs go now?" In a short period of time, many soldiers were killed, and as the commander of these soldiers, Rowell really couldn't stand it.

"No, absolutely not." Qin Feng vetoed it without thinking about it, he looked at Luo Wei, "Now is not the time, if you let those black orcs go now, those black orcs will definitely turn around and come to fight us, but at that time, the soldiers were attacked in the back, and they definitely couldn't support it."

"We can only wait for the barbarians on the mountain to come down and attack back and forth, so that those orcs really lose their fighting spirit, otherwise we will definitely not let go of any opening." Qin Feng grabbed Luo Wei's shoulders with both hands: "Luo Wei, this is the most critical time, you supported me." ”

Lowell nodded, pursed his lips and turned around and ran back into the array, shouting and directing the soldiers, and the centurion ran back and forth between the formations, roaring constantly. The Roman youth army also roared and raised their shields to surround the black orcs who broke into the array, no matter whether they were around them who were cut in half by the black orcs in anger and with their battle axes, or yelled and frantically stabbed with their short swords, until the black orcs screamed and fell, they still didn't notice. Pounced on the black orc, and was relieved until he cut off the black orc's head.

"The conscripts are moving south, don't shoot at your comrades, target ordinary orcs, don't stop for me," Qin Feng also returned to the conscription team, arranging the two teams of conscripts on the flanks of the youth army, and gathering fire on those orcs in front of his comrades.

"Appeal ....." The centurion whistled and led the levies back to the flank, and Amule also stepped forward with the improvised coachmen to occupy the positions of the levies, continuing to support the Roman youth army.

"Hank." Qin Feng shouted.

"Young Master,"

"Take your guards and give me to support Lowell," Qin Feng ordered, seeing that Hank wanted to speak, he said directly: "I don't need people to protect me here, not at all, I just need you to block those orcs for me, blocking them is the best protection for me." ”

"Yes, young master." Hank closed his mouth, bowed to Qin Feng, and waved his hand and ran into the battle array with a dozen guards.

Qin Feng looked up at the mountain, and suddenly saw the orcs on the mountain road who kept screaming and falling down, and his eyes lit up.

Suddenly, a sound of horse barking and neighing resounded through the battlefield, and everyone's actions were paused, Qin Feng raised his hand and roared and waved his weapon: "Reinforcements are coming, give me a ..... to resist"