The human warriors, who originally used carriages as cover, gradually fought side by side in groups of several people after seeing the "big fist in a casserole" and the "fifty-yard big foot", which was more like a struggle than a battle.

The huge gap in size and strength finally made these poor human warriors understand a truth, that is, how ridiculous the martial arts they practiced weekdays were under the fists of this gang of ferocious barbarians.

The distance is far away, no one has long hands, no one has long feet, and I can't touch others.

The distance is close, and people will scold you casually, and you will break your bones at least and break your hands and feet at worst.

Among the human warriors, there are some excellent swordsmen with outstanding martial skills, but in a battle on this scale, personal bravery cannot become an important bargaining chip for the victory of the two sides.

The elite warriors of the tribe, who have been fighting since adulthood, have not learned any combat skills, let alone how to cooperate in large-scale wars.

They rely on their strong muscles and the fighting instincts they have cultivated on countless battlefields.

Since they came of age, they have fought against the Bimon Orcs, against the Wasteland Beasts, against the human regular army, and against the legions of the Holy See.

Most of the time, they win battles with fewer enemies, and their greatest reliance is excellent individual combat effectiveness.

The military scientist of mankind has analyzed the way the barbarians fought countless times.

In their words, the barbarians have no tactics to speak of, they just rush into the enemy army like a swarm, intersperse the enemy's positions, and then constantly divide, intersperse, and divide again.

After breaking up the enemy army, with excellent individual force, each one is broken, constantly eating away at the opponent's living force, and finally wins.

This kind of combat style with equally obvious advantages and disadvantages, in addition to the powerful race of Beamon, is only suitable for the barbarians of the wasteland who are not inferior to the beast tribe in any way in personal bravery.

It's ridiculous to say that to defeat the barbarians who have no rules to speak of, it is easy to say and difficult to say.

The reason for saying it is simple is that as long as you resist the first wave of attacks and charges when you resist head-on, so as to grasp the initiative and rhythm of the battlefield, you can completely use the reserve to counter-encircle and move the battle to the final word.

It's hard to say because unless humans have a physique that is as strong as the Orcs or the Barbarians, no matter how thick the armor and armor are, they are as ridiculous as a child's toy.

Humans are known to be able to confront the barbarians and the Beamon beasts head-on, only the heavy knights are fully clothed, but the heavy knights who are obviously inmobile can only barely compete, and there is no absolute overwhelming advantage.

Otherwise, the Templars of Valhalla of the Holy See, these inhuman monsters can beat several barbarians at once, but the problem is that the Templars of Valhalla are not mass-produced, and it is estimated that there are only dozens.

Those military strategists of the human race secretly rejoiced more than once that if it weren't for the barbarians who didn't have enough smelting technology, if it weren't for the lack of any metal minerals in the Great Wasteland, if it weren't for the barbarians' lack of organization and discipline in battle, if it weren't for the fact that they didn't disdain to wear armor and weapons at all, if it weren't for the fact that they only had a population of less than 100,000, the human race would have been beaten by the barbarians and couldn't find the north.

And the human warriors of the merchant group in front of them, they don't understand how to resist the barbarian warriors, after all, all the human warriors in the pan-continent understand the weakness of the barbarians, and they also know that to deal with this group of barbarians with simple hair and well-developed limbs, as long as they resist the first wave of the opponent's charge.

But they couldn't do it at all, in the face of the brute force of the tribal warriors, the rough and rotten armor was like paper, not to mention defense, even if they were kicked by someone, they could fly upside down a few meters away.

A few of the children of the minor nobles and mercenaries wore fine armor and armor, but none of them had any effect, and the light shock shook half a life.

In addition to the tribal warriors with amazing brute strength, the big gray lion with four hooves like metal on the other side gave them a sense of powerlessness in their hearts.

Fight us with so many barbarian warriors?

The big gray lion who has epilepsy and is rampage back and forth is enough for us to drink a pot.

The human warriors all felt that these barbarians were making too much of a fuss and didn't bully people so much!

We are just the escort of a small merchant group, not a regular army, let alone an expeditionary force of the Holy See!

The giant gray lion "Iron Mountain" under the crotch of Old Zack, usually lazy, I don't know what is crazy today, just like a drunk old monk broke into the nunnery, constantly rampage, under the command of Old Zack, specially rushed to the gathering of human warriors, countless unlucky ghosts were either knocked away, or trampled into meatloaf.

The four giant hooves of metalization, even if they are lightly scratched, the lightest human without heavy armor is like a kite with a broken string, spitting blood from its mouth and flying high.

Even the "Iron Mountain" that is trampled on and trampled on, there is no need to deliberately attack any target, as long as there are many people, they will rush to wherever they are.

It's not that human swords aren't sharp enough, and bows and arrows aren't sharp enough, it's just that Iron Mountain is too rough and thick.

The sword that slashed at the metal hooves of the Iron Mountain was either broken with too much force, or it had no effect except for the sound of gold and iron.

And the other barbarian warriors, relying on the huge advantage in physique, accompanied by the incessant sound of broken bones, are an unlucky ghost who vomits blood with one punch, and a rolling gourd scurrying all over the ground with one kick.

Old Zack, who jumped off the back of the Iron Mountain, stepped on the bloody battle ring, and was a fierce mess, raised a war horse and threw it at a group of archers, directly crushing the ribs of countless poor warriors, causing a wail.

The hearts of many human warriors were pounding at this scene, and many of the escort warriors at the back of the convoy threw away their weapons and turned around and ran.

Old Zack looked at the fleeing humans, made a few gestures, and after a few tribal warriors around him noticed, he immediately took out a few packets of herbs he carried with him and set them on fire.

After a while, the strong smell of herbs came to the nostrils, drifting in the direction of the fleeing deserters.

It was a way for barbarians to communicate over long distances, and the herbs were divided into many varieties and also represented many meanings.

The herbs that have just been lit by the tribal warriors represent the siege of the deserters.

It is believed that Dina the Great Babylon and the "Tribal Lady Army", who are ambushed behind the human merchant group, will not let a human be spared.

The warriors of the Bloodhoof Tribe have experienced countless battles, and they have also encountered countless difficult opponents.

Whether it's a heavy knight wearing heavy armor and holding a three-meter spear, or a heavy knight who comes and goes like the wind. The Beamon Border Wolf Cavalry riding the war wolf, they have all fought with it.

Compared to those difficult enemies, if you simply describe the human merchant group escort in front of you, the only thing that comes to the mind of the imaginative tribal warriors is the group of saromon beasts lying on the ground in the camp waiting to be slaughtered.

The chaotic battle array, the weak bow and arrow, the cowardly body, the weapon that does not hurt or itch on the body, and the shield the size of the palm are more like a farce than a battle for a barbarian warrior with natural skin and half petrified and extremely powerful.

Some honest tribal warriors, after seeing some poor ghosts put down their weapons and surrender on their knees, no longer bear to kill them all, but look for the human warriors who are still resisting.

Old Zack looked at the poor human beings in front of him, and couldn't understand who gave them the courage to dare to show his sword to the brave barbarian warrior so much.

Kicking over a carriage, and pulling the horses to the ground, old Zack shouted to the tribal warriors: "Children, take their weapons, and tie them to me if they surrender, and hammer them to death if they resist." ”

Old Zack did not give the order to kill them all, after all, he and Alan discussed it, only seeking money and not killing him.

In Allen's words, this is not a one-shot deal, once you are afraid of others, there are only two consequences, one is that people will never come again, and the other is to bring a large army to take revenge.

The battle was nearing its end, and most of the escort warriors, except for the scattered merchant samurai who were still resisting, had already lost their weapons and surrendered on their knees.

And at this time, Allen also solved the opponent in front of him.

Noticing that Cologne, whose guards were all destroyed, his fighting spirit has long been gone.

No matter how unscrupulous Alan is, he no longer keeps his hand, picks up the mace and slashes it, and he doesn't bother to care about any moves.

Cologne's hands were numb from the shock of the opponent's huge strength, and after three times and twice, he was kicked more than two meters away by the cold man and sat on the ground with his buttocks.

This time, Alan didn't give the other party a chance to get up, kicked the big sword away, lifted the opponent's face armor with both hands, put down the mace, crackled a big mouth, and smoked the other party's eyes.

If it weren't for the fact that the other party was the leader, and there were still a lot of things to ask, Alan would have smashed his head with a stick.

Cologne, who was fanned into a pig's head, also lost one of his front teeth, squinted his eyes at the big sword that flew out more than ten meters away, and watched more and more merchant group guards kneel and surrender, seeing that he was unable to return to the sky, lying silently on the ground, raising his hands high, indicating that he would give up resistance.

Alan didn't continue to smoke, looking at the human warrior who was still lying on the ground and moaning, the others knelt on the ground and stopped resisting.

"Cheap skin, if you don't beat you, you won't have a long memory." Alan rubbed his reddened palms and shouted, "Brothers, tie them all up for me, count the goods, and go back to the camp!" ”