"The number one general of the Dragon's Eye is nothing more than that, it's time to teach these hillbillies who have never seen the world a lesson and teach him what true combat command is. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Info" Rudolph looked at the black orc cavalry approaching like a tide, and the corners of his lips curled with contempt.

The closer they got to the Kolas camp, the fewer shells fell around them, and the sound of the cannons gradually became thinner, which made their long-hanging hearts fall to the ground, and they took it for granted that they had broken through the artillery blockade and that all the suffering was over, and it was their turn to charge and kill, venting their long-suppressed anger on the heads of those weak human infantry, and avenging their comrades who died under the fire.

However, they were too early for joy, and at the moment when they were about to approach the Kolath camp, the wolf who had rushed to the front line suddenly staggered to his knees, blood splattered from under him, and he rolled to the ground in a scream, and the black orcs on his back also fell one after another, breaking their heads and bleeding. Struggling to get up and examine the wolf, he was shocked to find that his two forelimbs had been almost completely severed, and the wounds were bleeding profusely.

What cut the wolf's forelimbs?

On the battlefield shrouded in night, tight steel wires were pulled out against the ground, fixed by wooden stakes, like parallel strings, and quietly lurked in the open space a hundred yards in front of the Koras's camp. These seemingly inconspicuous barricades were barely noticeable under the cover of the night and the barren grass, until the wolf cavalry rushed up to reveal their presence, causing unbearable pain to the reckless livestock. The black orc cavalry, who had mustered up enough courage to make a final fight, was tripped by the steel wire fence all over the place, and immediately fell into chaos.

Rudolph did not miss the opportunity, and swung forward with the legendary magic sword "Blasphemy Marauder", and the Far Eastern rangers who had been waiting in line behind him raised their longbows and fired arrows in unison. After completing a round of shooting, the second row of shooters comes up and shoots with bows, followed by the third row...... The archer corps of the Kolas Army all had the Ranger profession, filling the gap in the middle and close range of firepower on the battlefield in a three-stage round of fire, and the arrows within a hundred yards were not wasted, and the black orcs on the opposite side who had managed to break through the artillery blockade were forced to wander around the perimeter of the steel wire, all of them became the targets of the marksmen, and the black pressure of the arrow rain screamed and fell from the sky, and the steel arrows penetrated the armor and deeply embedded in the body, splashing a little blood.

The Black Orc warrior deserved to be the strongest soldier in the Northland, and he still refused to give in when he was sniped by a rain of arrows, and some people were hit by several arrows like hedgehogs, and they insisted on moving forward until they were hit by arrows in their knees and were unable to move forward, and they spewed out a breath of unwilling dragon breath towards the opposite Kolas army, and fell to the ground and stopped breathing.

A handful of black orc warriors grabbed the corpses of their companions as shields to fend off the rain of arrows, and finally approached the enemy with difficulty. By this time, the archers of the Korath Army had retreated to the second line, and the dwarven warriors in heavy armor stepped up, roaring in unison and swinging their spears, and there was a popping sound, blood gushing down the shafts of the spears, and the remnants of the black orc warriors on the opposite side fell one after another, completely crushing the last vestiges of Yakov's illusions in an incomparably tragic way.

……

The air trembled with the rumbling of artillery, and the night sky was obscured by the smoke rising from the battlefield.

The "Dawn" airship broke away from the clouds under the cover of gunpowder smoke and slowly lowered its levitation altitude to observe the situation on the battlefield nearby.

The cockpit of the airship was crowded with people, and Vigraf had to stand outside the door, craned his neck and watched intently at the battle projected by the crystal ball, and watched the momentum of the Black Orc cavalry's charge being contained by the dense artillery and layered defensive phalanx of the Kolas Army, leaving corpses everywhere to rout like a tide.

"I really didn't expect that the invincible 'Dragon's Eye' Black Orc Legion would be defeated so badly, compared to Lord Rudolph's Southern Legion, our Kitlanders' way of fighting is as naïve as 'playing house'."

"The advantage of the Kolath Legion lies in the artillery, concentrating a large number of magic crystal cannons on the high ground and bombarding the enemy with dense artillery fire, causing more psychological deterrence than the actual lethality." Zehir has served in the naval fleet of Port Baigull for a long time, and he is not an amateur in the marching formation, "In addition to artillery, another major advantage of the Kolas Legion is excellent command in battle, Lord Rudolph is worthy of being a famous general in the Far East, and he can always make the right decision against the enemy, in comparison, the guy named Yakov is too reckless, and he fought the wrong encounter with the wrong opponent at the wrong time and place, what is the Oriental proverb that Mr. Roland often says......"

"One general is incompetent and exhausts the three armies." Roland smiled lightly, and then Zehir's words continued, "To be fair, Yakov is not too bad, but it is a pity that he met an opponent who is too strong, the fighting spirit and discipline of the Black Orc Legion are impeccable, and the individual combat effectiveness is far superior to that of the Kolas Legion, but Yakov and his soldiers did not realize that they were facing a completely different force from their previous opponents, a team from the idea of army building, tactical concepts, training models, intelligence gathering, The all-round gap between the army, which was at the forefront of the times in terms of weaponry and even logistical support, could not be leveled by blood and courage or alone, and the battle was doomed from the moment Yakov decided to attack. ”

"But he doesn't seem to be willing to throw in the towel," Nikita pointed to the crystal ball projection, "and lo and behold, he's going to go out himself." ”

By this time, the situation on the battlefield had been completely reversed, Yakov had lost nearly a quarter of his troops in order to launch this ill-advised charge, and nearly a third of the retreating Black Orcs had lost their mounts, and their morale had fallen to a low point. In such a situation, Yakov had to face reality and think about how to deal with the aftermath.

Battlefield offense and defense are like two boxers fighting, when one side is frustrated and timid, the other side ushers in the opportunity to turn defense into offense. Rudolph, of course, did not miss the opportunity to counterattack, and immediately after repelling the Black Orcs, he ordered Colonel Alexei and Colonel Pavel to lead a cavalry to launch a counter-charge from both flanks. These heavy cavalrymen in cuirass and armed with spears were Rudolph's starting team, and the knights were all dark guards, and their combat effectiveness was no worse than those self-proclaimed brave half-dragon nobles on the opposite side.