A knightly squire carrying a three-layered compound shield rushed forward, followed by a group of recruits with blue noses and swollen faces, who were frightened by the tragic situation of their comrades killed by the negative energy missile strafing and pretending to be dead, and were unsurprisingly ordered by the commander Ian McCallane to wake up the family private soldiers, kick and beat to wake up, and forcibly drive them across the bridge.

When the abnormal fog appeared, Marsden Weil guessed the other party's plan, and he reached out to stop the orc laborers who tried to break out of the trench to interrupt the enemy's attack, and then the arcane fluctuations of laying the improvised bridge were immediately informed by the adjutant and reported it immediately.

"When will we be able to destroy the invading enemy across the river? What should we do if the other side judges that they are invincible and turns around and flees? It is better to let them devote a small number of troops to attack, seize a tidal flat as a foothold, and induce them to replenish their troops in a steady stream, and then we will take the opportunity to harvest the heads. ”

The vampire knight has a snake-like red vision, and when he found that there were more than fifty enemies crossing the river, he hurriedly reminded Marsden Weil, who had been serving for many years and was still waiting for the opportunity, to raise his right hand and prepare to give the order.

On the other side of the Benniu River, dozens of logs that had cut the leaves of the pruning trees were suddenly brought down, forming fifteen makeshift bridges, and three rows of arcane musketeers acted as overseers to calm the restless mood.

The squad led by the knight's squire rushed to the opposite bank, and instead of launching a joint attack, they stacked cloth bags filled with dirt and gravel on their backs to form a protective wall, and waved shovels to dig on the spot to thicken the fortifications.

The vampire knight adjutant frowned: "This is not the path of the orthodox academy, if you want to drag us into the rhythm of positional warfare, general, you can't let the other party get your wish." ”

Marsden Weil was concerned about the strength of the improvised mixed legions, especially the orcs who were squeezed by the daily hard labor, "Since the plantation laborers have a strong desire to fight, let them make a tentative charge." ”

"Tell them that if they can harvest one head on the battlefield, they will be exempted from this year's labor, and if they can harvest three heads, they will be given a reason to be. ”

Loyalty would only be given to the vampire knights of the family, and without any resolute execution, the order was soon passed on, and the orc laborers in the ponchos hid in the trenches let out cries of surprise.

The "farmer" carried the giant sickle in both hands for harvesting wheat, the rough whetstone opened a sharp blade, and the "fisherman" grabbed the usual throwing net, which was decorated with shells and blades with sharpened edges, and rushed out of the trenches with hundreds of brown and black figures, and ran wildly in the rugged mountains.

The children of the beast are born of natural instinct and cunning, causing them to separate and stretch into a skirmisher line of their own accord. The musketeers, who had saved their ammunition reserves, rubbed on the brand-new barrels and hesitated several times but never fired the flaming missiles.

"Raise your shield, form a formation!"

In the face of the orcs rushing down the high ground, the knight squires invariably issued similar orders, as evidenced by the fact that the training they usually received formed a fixed mindset and the tactics of dealing with them were all close.

The tortoiseshell-like shield array is still useful against the orc laborers wielding the giant scythe, but these main attackers are also surrounded by fishermen who can throw nets, and the shells and blades dotted with fishing nets hook the shield, and pull hard to distort the shield.

If you usually train for a long time and have a very tacit understanding, you will remedy it at this critical moment by moving and shifting the shield angle, but unfortunately these are temporary recruits, and when you have an advantage in the field, you will beat the enemy, and the first thing that comes to mind when you are in danger is self-preservation.

One shield after another was broken by the lack of tactical tacit understanding and selfish hearts, and the orcs wielding giant scythes reaped the fruits of battle happily, their eyes were a little dull and crushed by heavy labor, revealing a bloodthirsty light, their pale faces flushed, and then unconsciously showed a hideous smile.

In the blink of an eye, the soldiers in the makeshift stronghold were reduced by thirty percent, and most of the recruits fled in panic by the fear of blood splashing in front of them, and those who rushed to the heights of Harrell were shot into hedgehogs by crossbow arrows, and once again turned back and ran wildly in embarrassment.

Ian McClaine clenched his fists at the tragic loss, his fingers were a little white, but he never gave the order to retreat.

"The musketeers are in position, each locking on to their target and firing on their own. ”

Flame missiles that increased their range, but lost their critical properties, erupted from the front of the trumpet-shaped muzzle, and the hot orange-red tail flame swirled incessantly, hitting the burly orcs with a sound, injuring them badly, and scorched flesh splattered in all directions.

Lucky enough to avoid this wave of rapid fire, and cut the head of the hard labor, carrying a giant scythe, fishing nets to lay down the body, although the brain is not smart, but the speed of adapting to the gradual increase in intensity of the battle is very fast.

"Stupid!" Ian McCallane stretched out his hand and tapped twice, and the twenty mortars that he had purchased from private sources, from the Grand Master's name, were bought at twice the market price, and the disguise was lifted by carefully trained operators.

"Prepare for fragmentation shells! Beasts from the Black Continent, all of them will die for me!"

As soon as the commander gave the order, the gunner, who adjusted the approximate angle, immediately placed the special shell like a fish mark on the edge of the barrel, let go of his hand, slipped along the wall of the pipe and fell to the bottom, and hit the primer with his own weight.

"Bang!"

Twenty flowering shells rushed out of the barrel, and the bottom unfolded tail stabilized and guaranteed the shells, following the trajectory of the parabolic equation, across the wide Benniu River, and landed on the orc laborers who were crawling on the ground ready to retreat.

"Hmmm...... Takashi"

Explosions erupted one after another, without much fire, just a large number of broken pieces of iron, creating a storm of dead metal in the air.

Even if the orc's defense is very high, without the premise of iron armor, it is instantly beaten into a blood-oozing sieve by flowering bullets, and bright red blood gushes out, and the victory that has just reaped the results of the battle has become a gunner's medal in the blink of an eye.

Marsden Weil rubbed his chin on his hand, "The other side is not small, and new weapons are just coming out one after another. They're so rich that they're going to go to war with us?"

His lieutenant looked thoughtful, and did not answer as usual, apparently both of them had deep doubts about the enemy's family and equipment.

With the help of the cover of defensive cooperation, the dozen or so squads that were almost disabled were ordered by the knight's squire to get up and mend their swords. In the face of the defenseless orc laborers, lying on the ground and waiting for death, the lost courage gradually returned, cutting vegetables and melons to harvest their lives, and did not care about reining in their fallen comrades.

Shocked by the mortar shells that slipped in mid-air, in the trenches dug according to the terrain, the mixed army composed of orcs and civilians was silent and did not take the initiative to attack, allowing the opponent to encroach on the coastal tidal flats, forming a position like fish scales, and constantly advancing forward.

"Rolling Stones!"

Marsden Vale's strategy was very quick, and at the top of the Harrell Heights, a fence made of thick logs was used to hold a dozen round stone balls that had been chiseled away from the redundant edges.

It is worth mentioning that there are at least six such fences, coping with different angles and directions. Hearing the order of the general, someone immediately cut the tether of the fence with an axe, and the slightly heavier end of the log hung down.

More than a dozen cobblestones rolled down, accelerating along the sloping terrain, tumbling past the three-tiered trench defense, and continuing to rush forward, the huge kinetic energy that no one could stop, crushing all the obstacles in front of them along the way, even the sandbags and mud fortifications were smashed apart and flew away in both directions.

Ian McCallane knew the danger when he saw the boulder rolling down from the top of the mountain, but no matter how quick his order was, the recruits on the other side of the Benniu River didn't have time to react.

The near-perfect fish-scale position was completely destroyed by the peculiar rolling stone tactics, but fortunately the number of dead and wounded soldiers was small, otherwise he would have planned to withdraw from the front and boost morale and regroup the army.

"The mortar squad crosses the river, and the elemental blast carries out a covering strike. The enemy is hiding in the trenches as shrunken turtles, and I will force them out for a decisive battle!"

The family mage who accompanied the army came to Ian McCallane's side, spread out a blank piece of paper, and a mysterious emblem appeared in his palm, and a dark green light flashed, and the terrain near the Benniu River immediately appeared, and the handwriting was not inferior to that of a professional draftsman.

"Your Excellency Commander, the opponent's trench defense line is very long, and it is impossible to cover everything, as long as the main force attacks a little, I believe that it can break through the crossbow arrow block. ”

Ian McCallane pondered for a moment, then nodded in agreement. His fingers slid along the terrain and landed on the northern part of Harrell Heights, the right flank of the enemy's sniper position.

"Allocate a batch of flash dust, mix it with the moonstone burning, and temporarily create a strong light, at least it can offset the disadvantage of the upward attack. ”

The family's private soldiers did not die, and this army of 3,000 people still firmly grasped the hands, although the deserters who pretended to be dead on the spot and drifted to the lower reaches of the Benniu River appeared from time to time, and the bloody results of killing the orc laborers still aroused the fighting spirit of many people.

When Marsden Weil saw the new weapons of the invading enemy being pushed across the river, he knew that they were powerful and far beyond the range of the ballista, which made the commander of the mixed regiment a little uneasy.

"Hmmm...... Rumble"

Elemental bombs bloomed everywhere in the first trench, large fireballs of heat, icy freezing air bombs, and lightning beams that exploded in all directions, constantly whipping the iron-clad self-inflicted people, but the orcs in leather armor narrowly escaped the fate of sudden electrocution.

The most terrifying of the power is the claw of the wind spirit, dragging back and forth in the one-man high trench, like a ploughshare ploughshare, scattering the originally neat defense line.

"Retreat! Retreat!"

The herald's loud voice was particularly inconspicuous in the deafening sound of artillery fire, but the mixed legion baptized by this wave of four-system elements, whether it was an orc laborer with nerves as thick as a bucket, or a human self-servant who was wise enough to protect himself, didn't care about the content of the shout, he just knew that it was right to spread out on both wings and leave the critical line of defense.

The glitter dust mixed with the moonstone burned, producing a sun-like glow that nearly blinded the crossbow shooters on the right flank of the mixed legions.

The five intact squads, squinting at the north side of the Harrell Heights, squinting at the tide of light behind them, moved decisively and jumped into the trench to engage the crossbowmen in a hand-to-hand battle before Commander Marsden Weil could react.

Although the archers carried short swords and scythes with them and were most effective in the narrow trenches, hand-to-hand combat was too stressful for the human civilians who had not long ago been plantation farmers and stewards.

"In terms of the tactics of using new weapons, my opponent was a little surprised for the first time, even though he came from an orthodox academic school. ”

Marsden Weir nodded lightly to his lieutenant, "Gun dispatcher, five negative energy missiles! ”

The vampire knight's indifferent face was almost collapsed by the shock of this ruthless order, and he secretly commented on the commander of the mixed legion in his heart, and a cruel comment could not escape.

As if sensing the lieutenant's mood, Marsden Vere sighed and uttered the family's famous saying.

"Without sacrifice, there is no victory!"