I felt a thrill in my heart, and the hill warriors were dispatched.

It's not just the hill warriors, maybe it's to cover the actions of the hill warriors, maybe it's just a simple subconscious follow-up after seeing the approaching Allied action.

In short, the entire second front began to move forward. Our tribe and the neighboring tribes also involuntarily followed and began to move forward.

In the beginning, everyone was still deliberately maintaining the integrity of the battle line, but our people were all warriors who liked to fight alone, and they were not as disciplined as outsiders. Even outsiders are not able to keep the front intact in the long distance advance and need to stop from time to time to adjust, not to mention us.

As a result, the entire front was soon pulled apart in the process of advancing, some tribes rushed faster and faster, and the rest of the tribes followed not to be outdone.

I've been keeping an eye out for the ranks of Hill Warriors not too far away on the right.

They didn't seem to be deliberately accelerating, still unhurriedly staying in the middle of the group, steadily advancing in a sparse formation, and even falling behind.

It's a boulder-like temperament that seems to be invincible, and that's the strength of those tribes deep in the hills!

These hill warriors stood out in the ranks, each of them resembling a giant, as large as the queen with the fullest belly, and larger than the surrounding warriors.

In the sky, a nasty buzz reappeared, and several flies appeared above the hill warriors.

They remained at an altitude beyond our reach and began to circle rapidly, flying through the air in intricate patterned trajectories.

Are they a warning to the big army?

But it was too late.

By this time, the second group of our coalition forces had already covered half the distance and entered the most suitable distance for the charge.

In an instant, all the fighters began to increase their speed, some fighters began to run quickly, and some fighters simply jumped and jumped forward. The backs of the first coalition fighters who were fighting were already close at hand.

As the enemy was fighting our allies, this time they didn't throw too many stones and clods, and the scattered stones and clods could not stop us from flooding up.

Soon we arrived at the battle line.

Our first batch of comrades-in-arms were forced to form a thin battle line and wrestle with the enemy's big jaws.

As soon as our new forces arrived, they immediately filled all the gaps in the battle line, and even crashed headlong into the enemy formation with a fast speed, and if they were lucky, they were able to open a brief gap for their teammates behind them.

Originally, our coalition forces were numerically disadvantaged on the front, and one soldier often had to face a siege of three or four enemy troops.

With the arrival of the second group of fighters, the situation changed, the wide gaps between the fighters on the front were filled, and some of the open gaps in the enemy forces were being fought by our fighters to widen the breach.

The numerical superiority of the enemy on the first line was rapidly curtailed, and the situation seemed to be moving in favor of our coalition forces.

But the enemy, apparently, was not going to sit still, and in the middle of the front our troops made a certain breakthrough, but on the left flank where I was located, the pressure was increasing.

Damn the outsiders are starting to move the fighters on the third front to the flanks.

In this way, the battle line of the outsiders is stretched far beyond the length that the number of fighters on our left and right flanks can control.

The armies of outsiders, with their longer fronts, began to outflank us, compressing our area, and our left flank had begun to retreat.

I don't know what the situation is on the right right now, but I know that if the situation doesn't improve, our left will soon become dangerous.

Sure enough, while our army was still steadily advancing in the center, the connection between the left flank and the center suddenly collapsed.

Several tribes in that position suffered heavy losses and began to withdraw from the front.

A few small squares of outsiders immediately poured into the gap, separating us from the main force.

There were more than twenty tribes on our left flank who were fighting where they were, and at this moment I was caught up in the fact that a few hundred warriors had to retreat in great strides and retreat to a higher mound to establish a defensive line.

Farther afield, other left-wing tribes also had to retreat after being divided. Some tribes ran wildly and withdrew from the battle. Some tribes are still gathering strength to hold on.

The left flank had completely lost its organization, had been cut into several pieces by the enemy, and all of them were besieged.

I was now in a position closest to the main army in the middle lane, and I was separated from them with my broken legs, and the familiar warriors around me were only left to fly, and not a single warrior of my tribe could be seen.

Outsiders are ramping up their siege of our defenses, and the whole line is already in jeopardy.

I was so tired that I had to briefly withdraw from the first line to the middle of the position to rest.

When I looked in the direction of the main army in the center, I saw the most spectacular scene of the battle.

The main forces in the center seem to have sensed that the left and right flanks are collapsing, and now the only hope of victory lies in them.

The hill warriors, who had been scattered across the entire front and played the role of a mainstay, were summoned back and gathered together.

It was these tall and heroic soldiers who kept the central troops advancing steadily, and even broke the enemy's first line of defense in many places, forcing the enemy's second and third lines of defense to come up and block the gap.

Now, these hill warriors, who had been fighting for a long time, regardless of fatigue and injuries, gathered together and launched the last wave of assault.

The hundreds of surviving hill warriors, gathered together, rushed forward at great speed, either running or jumping, and in an instant crossed the stalemate line and crashed into the interior of the enemy formation.

My jaw was wide open and I couldn't close it for a long time.

These hill warriors, imposing like a rainbow and indomitable, only numbered more than a hundred, but they seemed to dim the fierce battle of thousands of warriors on both sides.

They are like dragonflies swooping down on mosquito pillars, or like stag armor charging at their opponents, or flying locusts coming at them.

In just an instant, a large gap was torn out of the originally intact enemy front.

This gap is so large that the block formations of the subsequent outsiders can no longer be filled in time.

The coalition troops in the middle were boiling in an instant, and they no longer cared about the outsiders pressing up from the left and right, and rushed towards the gap in one go, following the hill warriors to attack.

Assault! Assault! Assault!

Hurry up! Hurry up! Hurry up!

It was too far away for me to follow these allies in the assault, so I could only cheer them on in my heart.

I could see that the enemy's lines were crumbling, and I could see that the enemy's flanks were abandoning their offensive and hurrying closer to the center. I can also see that our army is invincible all the way.

Wait, what's that!?