In fact, Isara was also on the battlefield, but instead of facing the enemy's forward troops, she was with the orc's Chinese army.

No exaggeration, they were really together, she and the Hellfire Legion on the march were only 200 meters apart, standing on Martha's back, marching in unison, shooting an arrow from time to time, taking a human life. The orc soldiers paid no attention to her, and just ran forward at a constant pace.

In the center of the formation, Tudor looked at Ishara coldly and asked, "How long will it take for the Taran Wolf Cavalry to catch up with the Troll Crusaders?"

Beside him was the little cub, and when he heard this, he replied: "If my expectations are correct, I am afraid that the Crusaders have been harassed with great intensity, and it will be difficult to move an inch, and the Taran Legion should be almost joining them by now."

"And what about her?" Tudor pointed to Isara, who was constantly killing.

The little cub shook his head: "The enemy's purpose is to delay our attack, in this case, we must not let them get their wish, as for her...... Even if she shoots all the arrows, how many people can she kill? ”

As soon as the cub finished speaking, as expected, Ishara shouted, "I've run out of arrows, send me arrows."

Hearing this, Tudor and the cub burst into anger at the same time, looking at Isara.

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The enemy was marching in a hurry, and Isara, who was actually more anxious than them, planned to go around to the rear to harass their baggage team, but found that the garrison had voluntarily abandoned the baggage and joined forces with the Hellfire hoplites.

Immediately after that, the enemy army had a new movement, and the Talan Wolf Cavalry Regiment, which had been loaming on both flanks, suddenly abandoned the Chinese army and accelerated forward. No matter how strong Martha is, it is impossible to stop the 5,000 wolf cavalry, and Ishara has no choice but to target the Hellfire Legion at the rear.

The Hellfire Legion also began its rapid march, taking off their heavy armor and placing them on their wagons, leaving only a few shields on the periphery, while the rest of the men were lightly armed. But those shields were nothing to Isara, and her arrows pierced through the gaps in the shields, killing her with one arrow.

She had arrived with a full 100 arrows, and when she finally finished firing, the Hellfire Legion had crossed the border, leaving a trail of corpses on the road. During this period, the pace of the opponent's march remained the same, and no one cared about her at all.

In fact, she still had a few arrows, but the attitude of the enemy made her anxious, and she immediately decided to increase the provocation.

Send arrows? Who would send arrows to someone else to shoot themselves? Didn't send it? Then grab it yourself!

Martha's body flashed, opened the defense, roared, and slammed into the waist of the Hellfire army. The Hellfire infantry were not allowed to leave the team because of their lives, and they had long held back their evil anger, and when they saw that this female demon was actually riding into the formation alone, they immediately swarmed around and cut down, and the formation of the rapid march was immediately torn apart, and the route of the rear team was blocked.

Whoa!

The enraged Martha swept a dozen of them with her palms, turned her head and rushed down a large area, and the closely lined infantry could not even get close.

Tudor and the cub frowned at the same time.

As the pet of Sain Merlin, the giant bear Martha is far stronger than the average third-order demonic beast, and if he fights alone, Tudor may not be an opponent, so he can't go up, otherwise once he is defeated, the morale of the army will be over.

"My lord, blast her out with a bed crossbow, we can't delay, we must rush to the sweet water well at once." The little cub said.

Glaring at him, Tudor waved the herald.

Tudor knew that the little cub was a rare military genius, but he just didn't like him, and always felt that this young orc had a somewhat complicated mind, and was not cheerful enough to be angry with the orc.

In order to speed up the march, the orc army abandoned its baggage along the way, and the heavy siege equipment was thrown halfway through, bringing only 4 bed crossbows. These bed crossbows were fastened to the carriages, were three meters long, wound with a winch, and shot arrows as thick as an arm's length, capable of piercing walls and destroying houses.

As soon as the herald's order was delivered, the four bed crossbows in the center of the line leaned against each other, turned at the same time, and began to "rattle" the winding.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way! An orc officer shouted and fired an arrow in the direction of the bed crossbow.

A shrill whistle swept over the army's heads, and the Hellfire Legion soldiers immediately parted like a receding tide, and the arrow "cut" through the queue and reached Isara.

Woo...... Syllable!

Ishara grabbed the ringing arrow, turned around and drew her bow, and shot it back at the non-commissioned officer.

The sergeant had just lowered the bow in his hand, only to feel a roar in his ears, and a pain in his forehead, which had been pierced through his head by his own arrow, and fell straight back.

Ishara shot an arrow, not even looking at the results, jumped off Martha's back and ran out, Martha circled, panicked and followed the head of the mouse.

"Put!" The crossbowman snapped, the metal winch snapped back into place, and four two-meter-long crossbow arrows shot out with a scalp-tingling whistling sound. Let the orc infantry on both sides cheer loudly, as if sending the warriors on the march.

Hearing the whistling sound behind her, Isara's hair suddenly rose, she didn't dare to look back, and subconsciously rolled sideways in the air. only heard the sound of "sass" in her ears, and the crossbow arrows passed by, and the strong wind made her shoulder hurt.

Compared to the petite and agile Night Elves, it was almost impossible for the huge Martha to dodge, but fortunately, its defense was strong and powerful, and when it heard the evil wind coming, it circled in place and slapped it back.

Boom!

The palm slapped squarely, and the thick crossbow bolt was fanned out sideways, smashing into the crowd and sweeping down a large area. Martha collided with the mechanical monster and was bounced off her head, rolling all over the sludge.

"Wind!" The bed crossbowman shouted, the tooth-aching winch sounded again, and the troika with the bed crossbow began to move along the passage towards the outside of the formation.

Ishara looked at the four hideous bed crossbows, gritted her teeth in hatred, flipped onto Martha's back, and left west. With this thing, harassment is no longer possible, so we have to hurry back and prepare.

"Keep marching, running forward!" The herald rode a wolf along the army and shouted loudly, and the army immediately closed and began to run westward.

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Outside the Sweet Water Well, the sun is setting in the west, and the Troll Crusader is still busy.

They were not busy reorganizing the army, nor were they busy preparing any offensive plans, but they were building fortifications. The only reason for this is that the enemy is right in front of them, and if they don't build fortifications, they won't even want to sleep tonight.

The Falling Star Guardian Regiment was roaming around the ruins, there were about 200 of them, disrupting the formation, and forming a mixed team of 5 people, shuttling back and forth around the camp, and the most arrogant team had been pressed to only 200 meters away from the camp.

At a distance of 200 meters, if you have good eyesight, you can even see the mud spots on the opponent's clothes, but the cavalry of the Crusader Legion can't attack. During this time, if anyone left the formation, no one could come back alive, unless the other party deliberately released water, so these brave cavalrymen in the past could only move stones and build walls to enclose themselves with grievances.

The scouts besieged the large army, which is definitely a big story in the history of war, but the psychological gap between the two sides that created this story is a bit big......