"Hmph, with your barren brain, what do you know?"

Suya scoffed.

"You...... Forget it, I won't quarrel with you, give orders, stick to the defensive line, I can't let you consume the hill native corps as cannon fodder!"

The blood hammer scolded righteously.

Su Ya pursed his lips, the meaning of the sneer was self-evident, he understood the careful thinking of the blood mallet, as an indigenous, as long as he had his back to the hills, no matter who finally controlled the free trade zone, he would have to trade with them, so he would definitely not fight with all his might.

"What are you laughing at?"

The blood mallet was a little annoyed.

"You know!" Suya teased, "do you know why Lord Downton gave me the command of the Hill Aboriginal Legion instead of you?"

The blood mallet was shocked, Su Ya commanded soldiers who had been strictly trained by Quasimodo and the Black Hand, and he himself, although the natives under his control were numerous, but they were also a rabble, and their equipment and soldiers were far inferior.

"Reserves?"

Cold sweat suddenly oozed from the forehead of the blood mallet, could it be that Downton had already seen through his thoughts?

"Hmph, pass the order, let the troll hunters prepare, the hunt begins!" Suya roared, "Soldiers, remember the glory of the thousand-year-old empire and defend our dignity and homeland with blood and lives!"

"Fight to the death!"

"Fight to the death!"

"Fight to the death!"

The trolls roared, and one by one they rolled over and mounted the war bears, and rode out of the formation.

These trolls are all somewhat deformed, their torsos are slender, but their limbs are thick and full of muscles, especially the arms, which are thicker than the thighs, and they wear light leather armor. In addition to a seven-meter-long dragon lance and a battle axe with a crumbling waist, he also carried six gun pouches, which were stuffed with javelins.

These javelins are not poisoned, as they are completely unnecessary for a true Troll Hunter Warrior.

With a twelve-pound javelin, you can keep running at high speeds in the jungle. A single throw, a hummingbird shot a thousand yards away, will earn the title of Troll Hunter.

You must know that hummingbirds are only the size of human fingernails, and they are agile in their movements, even if they are face-to-face, ordinary people can't catch them.

"Do you need a feint to contain the enemy?"

A two-headed ogre commander asks for battle, these guys don't have a high IQ and are bloody and belligerent, so under the policy of turnips and sticks. became a diehard Downton's loyalist, and they all wanted to exchange the enemy's head for a good life.

"It's show time for our Troll Hunters!"

Suya refused.

Because the terrain is slightly flat, the Red Shore Line generation was selected as the main battlefield by the orc commander, and he also studied at the Frunze Military School, so the layout is very decent, so people can't find fault with it.

Due to the range of the mage regiment, it cannot be placed in the rear. So the commander chose the deciduous forest belt on the right, which was a hillside. It not only hides its own formation, but also can condescendingly deter the enemy's formation, and can also take advantage of the winter wind.

Although he didn't feel that the enemy could break through the front line and fight here, the commander arranged for a bearish guard to defend it.

Boom! Boom!

When the first wave of temptation magic between the two sides collided in the air, a brilliant elemental halo erupted. The orcs looked like they were winning.

"This battle is won!"

The generals are all from professional backgrounds, so they can see the battlefield situation at a glance, and their own mage strength will crush their opponents, as long as they defeat those indigenous shamans. You can bombard the opponent's front, and all that remains is to send cavalry, harvest heads, and clean up the battlefield.

"Look at how neatly arranged these various arms and regiments are, I think the commander is worthy of being called the first general star in the north!"

"After this battle, the commander will be the number one general in the mainland. ”

"Tsk, these natives aren't going to be stupid, are they?

The staff officers sent sycophants.

The orc commander touched his beard and accepted it with a smile, he looked at the battle formation, he didn't think that he would lose, the enemy did not move, that is, he was passively beaten, if he charged to the death, then he would inevitably be attacked by the long-range attack of the archer regiment, and then it was crushed by the heavy cavalry, even if they miraculously killed it with iron blood and bravery, and there were barriers composed of hoplites waiting for them.

"I'm going to attack a hundred miles today, catch a few human chicks at night and enjoy it!"

The commander was distracted, pondering how to celebrate in the evening, as a high-ranking general, he had no shortage of women, but it was a pleasure to ravage this kind of self-conquered, not bought.

Suddenly, there was a commotion in the direction of the mage group, and then it turned into screams and shouts.

"What's going on?"

The commander frowned.

"Go investigate!"

The general immediately sent a herald.

"Blow the trumpet, and the whole army marches!"

Su Ya ordered, although he was stubborn, but he cherished the lives of his subordinates, so he put on a posture of strong attack to draw the attention of the enemy army.

Buzz!

The majestic and desolate horn sounded through the forest, and the battle flags flew one after another.

"Inform the ministries and prepare for battle!"

The commander was excited, the natives of the hills were really stupid, and they wanted to charge, so that they could fight a beautiful battle of annihilation.

Flank Front!

Three thousand troll cavalry charged.

"Raise your shield!"

The commander of the corps shouted, and the minotaur raised the two-meter-high tower shield in his hand, and it instantly turned into a great wall of steel, reflecting the sunset and revealing a bloody color.

"Archers ready!"

As the corps commander shouted, the herald kept waving the flag.

The archers drew their arrows and stuck them in the ground for easy access after the battle, while watching as the deputy commander shot a silk arrow.

"Direction east and west, wind thirty!"

The deputy head of the regiment tested the wind speed in a few seconds and reported the results.

"Arrow on the wind!"

The corps commander's eyes widened as he stared at the three yellow horizontal lines in front of the battle array.

The orcs are powerful, constantly sending cavalry to attack and harass, compressing the range of activities of the indigenous legions, so they have absolute control over the battlefield, and those three horizontal lines are the indicators of the archers.

"Do you want to put it in the second line and attack again?"

The corps commander hesitated, for the archers, naturally, the closer the distance, the greater the lethality. But that also means that your side is more dangerous.

Before the commander could think about it, there was a muffled cry from the battle formation, which was then muffled by a sharp whistling, and he suddenly looked up and saw a 'dark cloud' in the sky, which was the spear of the troll cavalry.

"Actually throwing in this position. Are they stupid?" the corps commander was puzzled, but he shouted and cursed, "What is it called?" Judge, write down the soldiers who spoke out, and each will be beaten with ten sticks when he returns!"

"Don't be afraid, at this distance, you can't shoot a bow and arrow, let alone a javelin!"

"Yes, even a bearman hunter. I don't even have that much arm strength!"

"Let's work hard and shoot them like hedgehogs in a while!"

The experienced veterans chattered, firstly, in order to dismiss the recruits and cheer up their own side, and secondly, they were really disdainful, because this distance was too safe.

"I tell you, the human woman is in bed. It's so much more fun than an orc girl!"

A ten-master chattered endlessly, just when the comrades-in-arms next to him were still waiting for him to continue to burst the yellow ~ cavity. A javelin pierced the sky and slammed it into his face.

Burst!

Hot and humid blood splattered, and the ten-captain fell to the ground without blinking.

Everyone was dumbfounded, and before they could react, they heard the popping sound of javelins entering the flesh around them, followed by wails and screams. Looking up again, the archers were already on their backs.

"Damn, how did these guys throw their javelins? Are they humanoid bed crossbows?"

Not to mention the archers, even the infantry phalanx were dumbfounded, as soldiers. Even if you are not proficient, you have more or less come into contact with these weapons, and the javelin throws farther than the bow and arrow, what kind of international joke?

Whew!Whew!

Three rounds of salvos.

All the orcs saw the trolls get up, control their mounts on their legs, and then pull their spears out of their pouches, bending their whole bodies backwards, almost in a circle, and then suddenly straightening, and the whole spine is like the bowstring of a bed crossbow, and the javelin is projected.

Because of the tsuuò process of making the javelin, there are grooves on the handle, so when it flies, it emits a sharp whistle, like the wail of death.

"It's been thousands of years, and people have forgotten the horrors of troll hunters, right?"

Su Ya closed his eyes slightly, listening to this voice, his face was full of intoxication, this would be the restart of their glorious era.

"I see how you break through the infantry phalanx!"

The blood mallet gritted its teeth.

Poof!

In the sound of javelin shooting, in an instant, the archers were like cakes gnawed by wild dogs, and there were more blanks one by one.

"They're millennium trolls!"

Finally, someone saw the bright red flag with the javelin and the skull and woke up.

"Fight back, fight back!"

The captains of the hundred men roared, but the arrows shot by the heavily damaged archers were scattered, and as for the commanders, as early as the first wave of attacks, they were set on fire by the troll hunters, blasted into hedgehogs, and died on the spot.

"Second echelon, burst arrows, ten o'clock direction, target hoplites, projection!"

After defeating the archers and solving the long-range threat, the commander of the thousand men immediately issued a new order.

The troll hunters drew a javelin from a pouch marked with blue paw prints, threw it at the hoplites with a burst of applause.

The minotaur infantry covered themselves tightly and waited for the cavalry to charge, and as for the javelins, they could not penetrate the half-finger-thick tower shields, but they soon realized that they had made a mistake.

The javelin hit the tower shield, and with a bang, it exploded directly, and a huge flame exploded, and the impact force raged, blowing away the dust on the ground.

Boom! Boom!

The infantry phalanx suddenly staggered and opened a gap.

"What is this?"

The chiefs were dumbfounded, they didn't feel the fluctuation of magic energy at all, why did this javelin explode? And the power is too terrifying, right?

The second and third rounds of javelin fire inflicted further on the infantry, and less than 10 percent could stand still, and the rest were either blown to pieces, or they were lying on the ground wailing with blood flowing from all their knots.

The infantry of the other phalanx were dumbfounded, in their cognition, it was like breaking through the defensive formation, in addition to magic, it was cavalry hedging, what kind of tactic is this now?

Seeing the trolls pull out the javelins with thick heads again, the infantry subconsciously took a step back.

"Stop, stop, charge with all your might!"

The commander of the thousand people hurriedly stopped it, the cost of one handle of this javelin cost thousands of gold coins, and when it was exchanged for food, it could be eaten for two months, but it was gone after one round of projection.

"Kill!"

In the past, there were no casualties in the battle, but this time before the enemy was engaged, the opponent collapsed, which made a group of troll hunters extremely excited, and the fighting spirit was even higher.

"Is this the product of goblin technology, it's terrifying!"

The Bloodhammer watched the battlefield, frightened by the lethality of the javelin.

"Yes, it's called Iron Fist, it's made by the Great Chief of Downton based on the blueprints of the goblin bomb, and there was originally a batch of incendiary bombs, but it was equipped with the Abomination Undead Corps. ”

Su Ya's proud show-off, his confidence, also comes from this new weapon.

"Don't be too happy, there's a bear spear regiment!"

The blood hammer was indignant.

With the destruction of the Archers' Archers as the infantry phalanx protecting the Mage Regiment was broken through, the only bear-man force of 5,000 men was left between the Troll Hunters and the Mage Regiment.

"Stop them!"

The commander roared, if he lost the shamanic priesthood, even if he won this war, he would be dealt with by military law, after all, in terms of the orc's education process and success rate, every shaman is a treasure.

As an ace legion, the Storm Bear Samurai are well-equipped, in addition to the superior level of armament, the crotch is even more fierce war bear, they rushed down the hillside after the commander gave the order, it was as irresistible as a raging wave.

"Ordinary spear!"

A thousand people shouted angrily.

Zi!

The gun grazed against the pouch with a screeching sound, and every troll hunter did not look hideous, wild, or fearful.

"Show your prowess and prove your loyalty to the Great Chief of Downton!"

The commander of the thousand people is a commander and a warrior, so he did not order the use of an iron fist, but used an ordinary throwing gun to decide the victory.

"For the glory of the Great Chief of Downton!"

The troll hunters shouted, throwing their javelins with all their might.

At this time, the space above the battlefield suddenly fluctuated, twisting like a mirage, and then a huge battleship full of undead style completed the plane jump and appeared under the clear sky.

The scouts were the first to notice the situation in the skies and were about to report it, when one warship after another jumped out.

More and more soldiers looked up at this uninvited legion, and everyone's faces turned pale to death.

The orcs also have an air force, which was originally reserved for dealing with St. Gertland and grabbing territory, but now after discovering the abnormality, it is impatient to take to the air.

"Listening to this warlike voice, Downton, it seems that your prestige is still very high?"

On the bridge, Nicole teased that as the crew operated the viewfinder to turn the angle, the screen showed a charging troll hunter corps, "But when did you become the Great Chief of the natives?"

"Both are elite legions!" the Praetorian Guard chief immediately commented, "As long as this bear-man army is defeated, the sacrificial group will be finished." ”

Downton didn't speak, staring at the battlefield, his fists clenched, and sure enough, it was the army that was overwhelming.

The trolls and bearmen didn't pay attention to the sky, they only had each other in their eyes, clenched their spears, and threw them with all their might, and for a while, the sky flew like leeches, all of which were sneering to tear through the air. (To be continued......)