It was late at night.

The bustling camp at Razor Ridge gradually fell silent.

Even the orc wounded who had been wounded and suffered under the artillery fire and bombardment during the day gritted their teeth and endured the pain, trying not to make the slightest sound, lest they point out the exact direction of the Union artillery fire outside the fortress, and then taste the indiscriminate bombardment of the Alliance artillery again.

The thought of the battle during the day made almost every orc warrior feel extremely aggrieved in their hearts.

There is no other reason for this...... Although the battle at Razor Ridge lasted for a whole day, it might be more appropriate to say that the artillery of the human navy unilaterally ravaged and raged all day.

After the vanguard of more than 50,000 human navies arrived at the battlefield, they immediately pulled out hundreds of large guns dismantled from the battleship and began to bombard and harass indiscriminately, as if the ammunition available for them to spend was endless, as if they did not need money poured into the camp of Razor Ridge.

At the same time, the human navy even dispatched nearly 10,000 soldiers to build a simple camp only five or six kilometers away from the Razor Ridge camp, and put on a posture of not being in a hurry, steady and steady, and gradually encroaching.

A group of orc generals, including King Sarufar, didn't want to lead a surprise attack, capturing or destroying the hundreds of cannons that the Kul Tiras navy regarded as dependent, but every time the gate of Razor Ridge was opened, those human gunners would almost quickly turn the muzzle of the cannon and pour the cannonballs into the projectile land.

Even a group of naval artillerymen played a trick of wave fire and non-stop artillery fire, so that the orc soldiers' plans to seize the gap in the artillery salvo to take advantage of the situation to break through were also in vain.

Several raids came down. There was no gain, not to mention, but hundreds of soldiers were lost, so that the orc generals could only stop and avoid the edge in the end.

On the contrary, it was the general of the alliance side, I don't know if it was because he got the death order from the peak or because he was calm by nature. No matter how the orc defenders of Razor Ridge shouted insults, provoked and provoked them, or used such methods and tricks as showing the enemy weakness and luring the enemy deeper, they were not moved at all. There is no chance for the orc warriors who are better in combat effectiveness to be short-handed.

And just like that, they made full use of the advantage in artillery fire. Outside the range of the bed crossbow, he repeatedly plowed the walls and fortifications that were visible to the naked eye on Razor Ridge, and there was a great deal of courage that he would never send troops to attack and pursue the victory without bombing Razor Ridge into ruins.

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The enemy is like a mighty porcupine covered in spikes. Let the tiger of King Sarufar have no courage but nowhere to eat...... can only helplessly let the human artillery position garrisoned by a large group of men and horses in the distance, destroying their own fortifications and the morale of the soldiers over and over again with an almost arrogant attitude.

I watched the Razor Ridge Fortress that had been built with a lot of manpower and material resources. Bombarded with waves of shells......

For only one day, although Kul Tiras's artillery fire did not deliberately hit the living forces of the Razor Ridge defenders; Although King Sarufar had issued several effective orders in succession to keep his soldiers from artillery fire and damage......

But on the first day of the battle, the Razor Ridge defenders paid thousands of casualties. However, the Kurtilas Navy was almost unharmed except for the fact that more than a dozen artillery pieces were fired at a high frequency and the barrels of the guns were not cooled down in time due to the high frequency of firing, causing accidental injuries to more than 20 members of the crew......

Such an aggrieved battle and casualty comparison completely went on a rampage with King Sarufar, and even made countless orc warriors hold a fire in their chests!

That's why tonight's camp stealing is happening...... At night, Camp Razor Ridge seemed to fall into a deep sleep.

But beneath the silence, there are countless undercurrents surging. Waiting for the moment of the outbreak.

The candles on the table burned quietly, with the occasional faint popping sound, brightening the room a little.

Nazgrell paced the barracks a little anxiously, waiting for information from the guards on the city walls.

Now Nazgrell is the supreme governor of Razor Ridge, temporarily in charge of all matters in the camp. And King Sarufar himself in the early hours of the morning. He led two thousand wolf knights to take advantage of the darkness of night to try to sneak attack the naval camp, and destroy as many as possible the hundreds of artillery pieces that the Kurtilas navy relied on to help.

It can be said that if the reinforcements do not arrive for a long time, then the success or failure of tonight's camp stealing operation will be related to the ultimate success or failure of the razor ridge battlefield.

If we allow the invincible artillery to continue to rage...... The final outcome of the battle may indeed turn against the orcs.

Time passed silently, and the candle gradually became shorter. In the end, only a small section of the wax core is soaked in the melted wax oil.

It still burned tenaciously on the wooden table, and the planks beneath it were scorched by the flames, making a soft "sizzle" sound. Eventually, however, what little was left burned out, and the flames, which had been flickering slightly, gradually extinguished, leaving only small blackened scorch marks on the tabletop. The room was plunged into darkness.

The extinguishing of the fire brought Nazgrell out of his anxious and worried state.

Unaware that the candle was about to burn out, Nazgregg laughed self-deprecatingly at his still-incomposure behavior, and tried to light another candle in the quiet moonlight. But before he could put it into action, there was a sudden loud and noisy fighting sound in the camp.

"It's broken!" A bad thought suddenly flashed through Nazgrell's mind: "The Alliance also has a sneak attack!" They will definitely strengthen the camp defenses...... I'm afraid the raiding troops will meet with stubborn resistance! ”

However, Razor Ridge has also been attacked by the Alliance, and now is obviously not the time to worry about King Sarufar and the wolf cavalry. Before he had time to think about it, Nazgrell, wearing a wolf's head mask, had quickly put down the tomahawk behind his back, kicked open the door and ran in the direction where the sound of the fight came.

Rush all the way. Thrall's security adviser slashed his axe and cut in two four or five thieves who had escaped the defenders and had penetrated into the camp and tried to set it on fire. Ignoring the spurting hot blood, Nazgrell hurried to a low barracks in three or two steps, and quickly scanned every corner of the camp.

Even with the poor eyesight of the orcs in the night, Nazgrell was keenly aware of the large number of black-clad human scouts and thieves scattered among the many rows of barracks and tents.

Looking at them, it was obvious that they had taken advantage of the fierce battle at the city gate to attract the attention of the garrison troops. And before you know it, you sneak in from some unnoticed corner of the crumbling wooden wall!

In a matter of moments, some of the infiltrators had already fought with the orc soldiers who had also found them, but more men in black were in full swing to select their targets and wantonly set fires.

There were even a few explosions in the camp. Several infiltrators carrying a portable cannon or mortar brazenly aimed their guns at the houses and the gathered orc soldiers, and opened fire.

The flames of the shells lit up one after another, almost arrogantly.

One of the wooden houses in the camp was unfortunately hit. The wooden house collapsed in an instant in the shock wave from the explosion. Through the light of the explosion, Nazgrell was sad to see that several orc compatriots on the other side, who had been rushing towards the attacker at high speed, were torn apart by the cannonballs with a bang, and they didn't even have time to let out any shouts.

"Damn Alliance, cunning human cub!" Looking at the tents and houses that had been burned together, as well as many of his compatriots who had fallen in pools of blood after being besieged by the enemy, Nazgrell gritted his teeth and cursed: "These despicable humans, I swear, they will pay!" ”

Jumping off the roof, he slashed over three human thieves with torches in hand who tried to run away from their pursuers in front of them. Nazgrell snatched a torch, and a hero leaped back up to the roof and raised the torch above the top, and angrily ordered the guards of several squadrons of Kukaron, who had heard the sound and seen the fire, and had rushed to the scene:

"All hunters, fire flares!"

As soon as he shouted a word, Nazgrell felt his scalp tingle. Too late to think about it. The security advisor rolled on his side and dodged to the side, and when he looked back, three crossbow arrows glowing green in the moonlight had already shot past where he had just been—poisoned arrows!

Even though Nazgrell is no longer a rookie who has just entered the battle formation, he still can't help but be afraid when he sees this scene.

If the action just now was a little slower, it would definitely be pierced by poisonous arrows. If you don't get timely treatment, even if the crossbow bolt doesn't hit the vital point. The poison above will definitely make you suffer a big loss.

And now, King Sarufar is leading a raid and leading his troops, and if he, the titular temporary commander, also suffers from accidents...... There is no doubt that the command system of Camp Razor Ridge will be in absolute disarray!

And if the human navy on the opposite side is aware of this, the enemy's feint attack and harassment are very likely to take advantage of the situation and turn into a strong attack!

When the time comes, the trouble will be big!

Reminding himself to stay calm, Nazgrell stood up again and ordered again at the reinforcements who arrived:

"Shoot flares and find me the kobolds who only shoot with hidden arrows!" (The kobold here is not a real reference, but an insulting name like the boar man)

The Kukaron guards were slightly stunned when they heard the order, and after recognizing the face of the security adviser, they took action without saying a word.

The dark night was shattered by a sudden bright light.

In an instant, more than a dozen special feather arrows flashing with blazing light flew into the air with a terrible sound of breaking through the air, illuminating the entire Razor Ridge camp as bright as day. In an instant, both the thieves who were still on the stealth and the black-clad scouts who had already revealed their bodies were nowhere to be seen under the dazzling light.

The orc soldiers, who had long been furious because of the aggrieved battle during the day, were now stolen into the camp and wreaked havoc by these despicable humans who did not know whether to live or die, and this time it was completely ignited in the barrel of explosives in their chests.

At this moment, seeing those hidden saboteurs, the orc warriors shouted a battle roar without hesitation, and went away in a wild and angry manner......

The number of thieves who infiltrated was not large, only a few dozen.

Being able to set fire to and destroy the camp on a large scale only relies on the advantage of the enemy's light and our cover. and the feint at the main entrance attracted the attention of the defenders of Razor Ridge.

Now, these black-clad thieves have nothing to hide in the light of flares, and their greatest advantage has been wiped out. At this time, the orc warriors who were relieved like wolves and roared angrily inadvertently showed frightened looks, quickly put down the arson tools in their hands, and tried to rush into the darkness and sneak away.

It's a pity, how could the Razor Ridge defenders, who were full of anger and had nowhere to vent, give them such an opportunity?

Several figures were retreating in panic. They realized that they were already exposed to the enemy's sight.

However, the speed of the bullets and throwing axes was obviously faster, and the whistling bullets and short-handled hand axes hit them. The orcs were excited to see the figures stumble and fall to the ground like heavy stones.

Thousands of orc soldiers who arrived in time had already launched a dragnet encirclement in the camp, and the flares in the sky showed no sign of stopping. On the contrary, as time passed, more and more people gathered, and the night that was originally dark was now as bright as day, giving these orc warriors no chance to take advantage of the sinister and despicable human thieves.

In addition, there are two or three squadrons of powerful Kukaron guards on the side, and even act with the team, which can be regarded as completely cutting off the thoughts of these infiltrators to flee in chaos.

For a moment, although the Razor Ridge camp was full of flames, the camp was filled with the battle roars of the orc warriors when they found their target, and the painful wails of the human thieves before they died tragically.

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Due to the constraints of raw materials, the vast majority of the barracks in Razor Ridge are stone houses. Now it seems that it is inadvertently bringing danger and damage to the fire that originally soared into the sky. Reduced to a minimum.

In addition, the orc side also had its own raid tonight, so the soldiers did not sleep very deeply, but remained vigilant and waiting. After the riot broke out, the orc warriors, who were already on strict guard, almost quickly stabilized the chaos, let alone the tragedy of being engulfed in flames while sleeping.

Therefore, although the human sneak attack seems to be quite powerful, the actual casualties caused are not large.

Endure the scorching smell of the wind in the air and the pungent smoke from the combustion. Nazgrell called over several officers, and after assigning the tasks of extinguishing the fire, searching for the remnants of the enemy, and treating the wounded, he hurried to the city gate.

Compared with the arson and destruction that seems to be a lot of momentum, the "feint" attack force of the navy at the city gate, which does not know the exact number, is the real big trouble. What's more, compared to the uncertain success or failure of the sneak attack and the destruction of the artillery led by King Sarufar himself, this "small" riot in the camp is not worth mentioning at all, and it is not taken to heart by Nazgrell at this moment...... Steady. Hold steady, stop shooting! Save ammo! ”

Sergeant Yug Stogard, a veteran of numerous bloody battles before becoming one of the squadron leaders of the Kukalon Guards.

At this moment, on the ruined city wall, which had been bombarded several times by artillery fire, the sergeant major was temporarily commanding more than 2,000 archers to defend against the human soldiers who attacked the main entrance.

Under the city walls, more than 10,000 orc warriors are standing with their blades in hand, ready to open the gates and engage in a bloody battle with an unknown number of human soldiers.

However, what makes people wonder is that the human troops on the opposite side who seem to have suddenly had the courage to attack and fight are not only unknown in number, but also seem to have a sudden convulsion, and after a period of fruitless onslaught, they will disappear again into the darkness in an instant.

This made the orc warriors, who had already been holding back the fire in their bellies, even more angry, and could only vent their aimless arrows into the dark night...... That's when Sergeant Yug Stogard shouted the order to keep his comrades calm.

When Nazgrell arrived at the gate of Razor Ridge Fortress, he happened to see this scene.

The sergeant major, who was directing the battle, nodded, and Nazgrell crouched down at the battlements of the city wall and looked out, and soon noticed that not far from the entrance to the camp, there were hundreds of human corpses lying on the ground, and it was clear that the previous attack of these men had not been successful. The orc warriors, who had always been vigilant, were well guarded against enemy raids.

"How's it going, Yog?"

Turning his head to ask his old acquaintance, it was obvious. Nazgrell was confused by this strange behavior of the humans. Whether it was the troops that had just retreated suddenly, or the inexplicable surprise attack of the humans, it was puzzling to the security advisor.

He originally thought that the navy on the opposite side would continue to rely on the superiority of artillery fire to show off its might, and only then would it have the courage to fight to the death with his own side until all the defenses of Razor Ridge were destroyed......

But before Nazgrell could unravel his doubts, a strange sound of music suddenly sounded in the distance. Like a war drum, but much crisper than the orc's war drums!

"It's the drumbeat of the Navy! Get the brothers all cheered up and ready to fight! Turning his head, he shouted an order at the sergeant major, who also looked solemn. Nazgrell had already turned and jumped down the city, and came to the assembled army of warriors, shouting, "Those human mongrels are here. Pick up the axe and slaughter them, brothers! ”

The drums were getting closer, and Nazgrell heard the sound of neat footsteps and metal clashing through the darkness outside the camp. The hunters on the ramparts had apparently noticed it as several flares were fired and flew out of the camp.

Illuminated by a flickering light, a large army appeared outside the camp. Roughly speaking, the strength of this force is no less than 30,000 people, which is more than twice the strength of the orcs at the city wall at the moment.

Dressed in heavy and sturdy plate armor and armed with well-crafted weapons, a naval unit in the wasteland outside the city. As soon as he appeared, he came with a fierce momentum.

"Ignition!"

On the city wall, an orc officer commanded loudly.

In the next second, a sharp arrow broke through the air, and the fire that had been pre-arranged outside the camp was lit with a "bang", and the firewood soaked in grease burned fiercely. Illuminates the entire battlefield.

In the light of this light, the human army began to advance, their loose line of skirmishers, and at the far end of the line, a drummer was beating a slow rhythm, a light small snare drum. Two finger-thick drumsticks were tapping on it, and the whole team slowly followed the rhythm in the direction of the camp. Soon it was within range of the hunters.

No order was needed, and the hunters' bowstrings rang first, followed by the spears of the few troll hunters.

Dozens of human soldiers were hit on the skirmishers, and they fell straight down, but the soldiers in the back row stepped forward, filled their positions, and stepped on the corpses of their companions.

The attack of the hunters on the city wall was like a stone thrown into the water of a lake, but it only stirred up a small splash and then disappeared.

Seeing that a tragic hand-to-hand combat was finally about to be staged on the battlefield of Razor Ridge at night, but in the next moment, a strong light rose from the human camp in the distance......

The flash was accompanied by a continuous, deafening sound of explosions, and everyone on the battlefield was startled by the loud, long explosions - whether they were Allies or Hordes.

Suddenly, a burst of cheers broke out on the battlefield, and the orc soldiers who saw the serial explosions in the human camp almost instantly used their maximum volume to roar and shout, and even overpowered the explosion sound in the distance!

All the orc soldiers knew what this meant, and King Sarufar's raid was a success! Those damn artillery pieces have completely turned into a puddle of broken copper!

But in the next second, the cheers on the tribe's side stopped abruptly.

Because on the right side of the Razor Ridge camp, a position far away from the human camp suddenly "thundered", and then hundreds of rapidly attacking cannonballs smashed straight down on the center of the Razor Ridge orc camp with a terrible scream.

In one fell swoop, the already blazing fortress buildings were blown to pieces, and burning wood, broken rubble, and mutilated corpses were scattered in all directions......

To paraphrase a "famous saying": the ups and downs of life are so exciting.

In an instant, both humans and orcs were hit hard by the current series of changes, and they were stunned and didn't know what was going on. Why is it a good end plan...... Will it suddenly be unrecognizable?

If Lao Tang is here, he will definitely pretend to be a master and pretend to be vicissitudes, so "The plan has not changed quickly!" ”

But the current old Tang didn't know anything about Razor Ridge, a battle that was originally a battle of wits and courage between the two sides, but it turned out to be self-defeating.

At this moment, a certain Minotaur Great Overseer was holding a "Urgent Military Intelligence" from the Harpy Scout, his brows were tightly locked, and the killing machine burst out...... (To be continued) Q