The one-sided situation on the battlefield, a group of high-level commanders who had already been shocked were panicked, Mourinho seemed to care, the corners of his mouth hooked a smile and said lightly: "Let the priests step on the battlefield." ”

It can be seen from this that Mourinho did not pin his hopes on those Pig fighters who were the most numerous, but their combat effectiveness was extremely poor.

Perhaps all commanders who are decisive in killing like to test the combat effectiveness and quality of the opponent with the largest number of cannon fodder troops.

But come to think of it, not to mention the well-trained Bloodhoof warriors in armor and armor, even the barbarian warriors of other tribes in the Great Wasteland, are not something that Pigs can compete with, unless the difference in numbers is too big and it costs human lives.

Gana held an animal skin in her hand, kept writing and drawing on it, and said without raising her head: "Master Fan Di's updated second-generation equipment Bloody Hoof Battle Shield, made of steel, equipped with twenty-eight arrows inside, gear structure, manual excitation, completely according to your original aerodynamic design, effective range of one hundred and fifty yards, one-time shooting. ”

"This giant shield is designed to lower or defend against the opposing cavalry."

"The armor of the warriors is completely resistant to the scimitars of the Beamon wolf cavalry!"

"The opposing camp has been broken up, and it has advanced one hundred and fifty yards, and there is no need for support if there is no accident."

"The impact of the giant wolf under the crotch of the wolf cavalry is not enough to cause damage to the warriors at such a short distance."

"The fighting warriors led by Babylon the Great have killed twelve wolf cavalry commanders, and the wolf cavalry has shrunk their defenses and is not threatening for the time being."

"Thackeray's reserve is ready to support at any time, but it looks like it won't be needed for a while."

Alan clapped his palms appreciatively, and just wanted to praise Cana's military talent, when he suddenly remembered something, and couldn't help asking: "What about that little old man Fan Di, why didn't you see him, don't you need him to be responsible for scheduling those catapults?" ”

If it is said that the sword is biased or crooked, Allen is definitely a good player, but this kind of confrontation between the two armies, strategic deployment, reserve configuration, attack level, etc., all the people in the camp together do not know as much as Jana.

And Cana enjoyed the feeling too, and while all the warriors at Bloodhoof Camp weren't her descendants, what commander wouldn't have imagined that he would one day be able to command a powerful combat unit of barbarians and giants.

It can be said that the grassroots warriors of the Bloodhoof Tribe are definitely the strongest grassroots warriors on the San Cassis continent.

Cana said helplessly: "In the camp, he said that he would not participate in this kind of fighting, don't worry, my big chief, the dwarves and Samson have already cooperated tacitly." ”

"Be a bitch and set up a torii." Alan scolded secretly, Fan Di, the little old man, was probably afraid that the people in the southern diocese would recognize him, thinking of this, he suddenly remembered that the little old man's daughter seemed to be still in the southern parish, don't hang up, right?

I turned around and wanted to ask Orpheus, but when I turned around, I saw that the Son was sneakily holding a badge and taking pictures of it.

Orpheus saw Alan coming over with a suspicious face, smiled and explained: "Magic props, which can record three hundred frames of instant footage. ”

Alan directly snatched the badge, and then began to record the surrounding scenes, muttering: "Look, it is the heroic Bloodhoof Tribe, when the Holy Light Castle is about to fall, out of morality, out of justice, out of mercy, out of justice, fearless resistance to the invasion of the Beamon Orcs, although we are not the same faith, not the same race, but we live under a blue sky, have the same dream, in order for the Holy Father Statue to stand in the Holy Light Castle, we are not afraid to come out, Resisted the murderous army of Beamon, remember our name, we are the Bloodhoof tribe in the Savage Ancient Plains, hello everyone, I am the first warrior of the wasteland, Your Excellency the Baron of the Rock Kingdom, the keeper of the Beast Forest, the savior of the southern diocese, the chief of the Bloodhoof tribe, Montal. Lun! ”

Orpheus was like constipated, and he didn't bother to grab the record badge, anyway, it should be this badge and inspired, and the Holy Mountain side would see this unique battle.

Eren also knew the utility of this badge, and since the killer features of the Bloodhoof Tribe were almost exposed, there was no need to hide them.

After Alan finished grinding, he handed the badge to De Niro and gave him a few simple instructions.

De Niro was like a treasure, and began to shout at the dwarves under his command: "Who is it, fighting on the front line, who is it, who killed hundreds of murderous Pig warriors, who is it, who walked out of the Garnia Plains for justice, it is us, it is the dwarven brothers of the Iron Hammer Fort in the Garnia Plains。。。。。。 ”

Alan rolled his eyes and realized that the dwarf mule could blow better than himself.

Looking at Orpheus, after thinking about it, he still thought that after the battle, he should inquire about the whereabouts of the little old man's daughter.

Eren once again set his sights on the battlefield outside the Holy Light Castle, at this time the battle had entered the white-hot and final stage, and the Bloodhoof warriors had been training day and night for months, and the battle cooperation was very tacit.

This is the main reason why Alan did not participate in the battle in person in the first place, because he usually did not participate in the daily training of the fighters at all.

Allen's fighting style is more flexible and adaptable, so in this kind of large-scale combat conflict, as a chieftain, if he goes to the battlefield in person, it will make the warriors unable to play to the advantages of daily training.

And Eren is very confident that even if a few old guys in the camp do not participate in the battle, the tribal warriors will easily solve the opponent, after all, the other party only has a few hundred Pig warriors and a small group of wolf cavalry stepping into the battlefield, if even they can't be defeated, it will be in vain for Eren to arm all the steel on them.

The strong body and heavy armor are not at all the crude scimitars of the wolf cavalry can break through the defenses, and their hands are far more huge than ordinary standard weapons such as battle axes, broadswords, war hammers, maces, etc., often in a single round of open area.

The wolf cavalry were not unbrave, and they proved their bravery with their blood.

It is always said that the poorer you are, the more ruthless you are, and the wolf cavalry is poor, as can be seen by their fur armor and their notched scimitars.

The Bloodhoof tribe used to be poor, but now they are rich, rich and oily, and so wide that even Lonningt is jealous.

So no matter how poor and ruthless the wolf cavalry is, the bloodhoof warriors are even more ruthless than them, and they are very wide.

The equipment of hundreds of wolf cavalry may not be worth as much as a set of steel armor of Babylon the Great.

However, the spirit of the wolf cavalry who is not afraid of death is still commendable.

As long as they are not decapitated, as long as the scimitar is still in hand, as long as they can move, even with their teeth, they must lie on the ground and bite their enemies.

They did not hesitate to move forward like the Pyg warriors on the flanks, and in the face of the butcher knives of the Bloodhoof warriors, they turned their fear into motivation to continue charging, even though they knew that they could not break up the enemy's camp, they were still like moths to a fire, and they did not hesitate.

It's a pity that the barbarian warriors of the Bloodhoof tribe are not the barbarian warriors they are familiar with in their memories.

They learned to cover, they learned to alternate formations, they learned to arm themselves with armor, they learned to use their strengths, and they learned many, many things that the wolf cavalry did not have.

A skinny man with a kitchen knife could hack five unarmed fat men to death.

So quantity is not everything.

Not to mention a fat man with a chainsaw who is going to hack to death several skinny unarmed people.

The wolf cavalry is very skillful, they can often use the scimitar to block the first blow of the bloodhoof warriors, but unfortunately the scimitar that has been broken or knocked away no longer has any lethality, not to mention that the enemy is still wearing dark and thick full-body armor.

And when the Bloodhoof warriors delivered the second blow, they even forgot to block or dodge, because they knew that flesh and bone were weapons that could not resist the opponent, and perhaps they should not be called weapons, but murder weapons, maces that could be used as deadbolts, great axes that could be used as door panels, giant broadswords that were wider than their shoulders, and meteor hammers that were like sledgehammers。。。。。。

They watched as this army of only a hundred people in black armor continued to advance, like corpse devouring ants that were a specialty of the Demon Valley of Beamon, and everywhere they went, they would be instantly covered with the red of death.

The Bloodhoof warriors at the front of the sharp and angular battle formation have no weapons, they only have huge battle shields, and their armor is also covered with barbs.

They don't need to attack, they just need to buckle their armor and lead their companions behind them to charge forward, they just need to bring their bodies close to each other, pierce each other's bones, flesh and blood, and then punch out, warriors are now very clean and tidy, and they don't want a corpse full of holes hanging on their armor.

This way of attacking is the simplest, and this way of advancing is also very primitive, but unfortunately, in the eyes of the Beamon wolf cavalry, it is unsolvable.

Because this group of barbarian warriors is like a mountain that cannot be shaken, even if it is consumed with human lives, it cannot stop the other party's progress.

In just a few breaths, hundreds of wolf cavalry lay on this battlefield of red and black, the bloodhoof warriors stepped on their corpses and slowly advanced, they did not roar when they swung their weapons, even if they were slashed by a scimitar or hit by a giant wolf, they would not emit a syllable from their mouths, and there was only the sound of broken bones on the battlefield, which was the wolf cavalry and the crotch. The sound of giant wolf bones shattering.

Bloodhoof warriors don't play with a sword and blood, they only shoot their heads with a punch or shatter bones with an axe.

The Bloodhoof warriors would not allow the wolf cavalry under their feet to let out a second wail, and they would slash the throat of their enemy with one kick.

The Bloodhoof warriors kept in mind the chieftain's battle rules, and if the enemy lies down, then let him lie down forever.

They only move forward, they only wield their weapons, like killing machines, slow but efficient.

In the evening, looking from afar, it was impossible to tell whether it was the setting sun or the blood that stained the earth, the soil had already turned reddish-brown, the blood could not coagulate, and the haze above could not disperse.