In the Earl's camp, the stronger men had immediately risen to the top, but the besieging trolls were so thick that they could not be killed in a blow or two.

Even if the swordsman threw all his might, if he couldn't find the right position, he would only be able to seriously injure it - even if it was badly injured, it would be able to continue digging.

Even if you can kill a few of them, at the same time, the earthen walls of the camp will definitely be breached.

The bishop watched the scene from fifty meters away and couldn't help but smile.

Don't look at his chic performance just now, it's like Wushuang mowing the grass, but that's not the case.

Manpower is sometimes poor, both physical strength and fighting energy reserves are limited, use a little less.

So far, he has consumed one-third of his fighting energy, and the physical wear and tear is not small at all, and he must have a period of time to regain his energy, otherwise he will be exhausted sooner or later.

Otherwise, what else would he be doing with so many soldiers?

If his fighting energy reserves and physical strength were close to infinity, he would directly rush out and rush left and right, retreat before being targeted and surrounded, and then change the direction and continue to attack the army formation, even if tens of thousands of troops are likely to be crushed by him.

In fact, just thirty years ago, a legendary powerhouse went to assassinate the commander of the First Army.

Due to the leakage of intelligence, the assassination failed, but was surrounded by an army of 10,000, with bows and crossbows, cavalry charges, and fireballs washing the ground...... In the end, he killed only 300 people, and then died of exhaustion.

Therefore, although the bishop, as a great sword master, crushed anyone in the battlefield in terms of individual strength, he did not intend to rush forward and attack the camp again.

In terms of brute strength alone, those trolls are not much worse than him, but they are actually better than him in terms of rough skin and thick flesh - let him take a ballista with his flesh, it will definitely be seriously injured.

His strength lies in his swiftness and his ability to move like the wind.

But if you go to attack the camp head-on, or kill into the camp, it means that you have limited yourself to a small range and cannot act at will, and most of your mobility advantage has been stifled by yourself.

In contrast, the bishop preferred to conserve his strength and keep it to deal with the Luo Ming army that was arrogantly advancing in this direction.

Luo Ming didn't have many cavalry in his hands, and now he was out of the village for field battles, and there were no fortifications, except for a few more dangerous cannons, they were just spearmen who could only maintain their combat effectiveness in formation.

For the average army, the Luo Ming army is a hard bone, if you are close to each other, you will run into a hedgehog-like spear formation, and if you harass it with a bow and arrow, you will be bombarded by artillery.

But the bishop can take advantage of his coming and going like the wind, constantly disturbing the spear array, lowering their morale and disintegrating their order.

When the rows of pikemen that had been neat and uniform lost order and became loose, the monsters were able to break through the phalanx under his leadership, and the next thing was slaughter.

However, Luo Ming was not stupid, since he knew how powerful a great sword master was, of course he would not leave such a good opportunity to the bishop.

When the phalanx slowly marched to a distance of one hundred and twenty meters from the bishop, Luo Ming ordered the whole army to stop.

This distance is very delicate - although it is not too far for the Great Sword Master, it cannot be achieved overnight.

As a martial arts practitioner, Luo Ming understands the laws of the human body very well - the energy output of the human body is not static, but has a high and low rhythm.

It may be difficult for ordinary people to climb to the 9th floor in one sitting, but if you stop for a few seconds every 3 floors, you may be able to reach the 12th floor.

The Great Sword Master is also a human being, no matter how strong his physical fitness is, he must abide by this objective law after all, if he wants to cross this distance of one hundred and twenty meters at high speed, then when he reaches the end, he will definitely fall into a certain low ebb.

When the time comes, he will either enter the next battle in a bad state - it will accumulate a lot of fatigue like climbing the 9th floor in one breath, and Luo Ming can't ask for such a slightly tired enemy.

Either way, he'll have to stop and catch his breath.

After all, he is a great swordsman, and his breathing time is actually enough for a short time, and ordinary people may not be able to find this respite, but Luo Ming can completely seize this opportunity and launch a powerful attack.

As for the fact that the bishop used ordinary speed to cross the distance of one hundred and twenty meters in order to avoid fatigue, Luo Ming didn't think about it at all—if the bishop had made such a stupid move, he would definitely have eaten several rounds of shotgun in a row.

The phalanx quickly formed in place, and with Luo Ming's order, the already loaded artillery was pushed into the array of spearmen.

Soldiers trained in this area quickly made small gaps for the artillery to fire.

At this distance, the eight-door tiger squat cannon brought to fire shotguns is not very lethal, its charge is small, even if it fires solid bullets, it can only kill and injure miscellaneous soldiers at a distance of one hundred and twenty meters, and it cannot threaten that kind of troll.

So, they were simply reloaded with an overload of gunpowder and double shotguns, and left there ready for the enemy's charge at any moment.

However, Luo Ming also carried two mountain cannons and a field cannon, and at a distance of a little more than a hundred meters, he was always six or seven points sure of hitting the monster that was bigger than the bull, not to mention a hundred shots.

Especially when Luo Ming operated the field cannon with higher accuracy with his own hands, relying on Aya's help to calculate, one shot directly and accurately hit a troll in the abdomen, and at this distance, the kinetic energy of the cannonball was not lost much by air resistance, so it flew out through the other side of the monster's body and smashed down an ordinary monster.

The two mountain cannons opened fire in one round, and one of the trolls fell.

In addition, there was a warrior who stood on the earthen wall and fought the monster was unfortunately affected and fell, and his life and death were unknown...... But compared to the results of this battle, the casualties of a mere person are really nothing.

For a moment, the defenders in the camp cheered again.

Encouraged, several powerful knights and soldiers roared, and together they lifted a ballista, almost against the earthen wall, and fired arrows at a monster less than two meters away.

The result was obvious, at such a short distance, the ballista's arrows were enough to pierce the thinner stone walls, and naturally the monster's carapace.

But at the same time that the monster fell, the brave men also fell to the ground, their faces pale. If the ballista falls to the ground, it will definitely not work.

Originally, the ballista was fixed to the ground and the earth was responsible for the recoil, but now they lifted the ballista, which could hit the enemy who was originally out of reach due to the angle, but the recoil was also borne by their bodies.

However, again, since the reinforcements have arrived, it only takes a little more support to turn defeat into victory - a few casualties are simply insignificant compared to turning defeat into victory.