Rumble!

In the loud explosion, there was a strong impact wave, like an invisible battering ram, which slammed into it fiercely.

Even with his mount, Captain Wan was directly knocked to the ground, dizzy, and before he could react, he was engulfed in blue flames in front of him.

In the next moment, he felt a blazing pain, and his respiratory tract was burned and he was directly suffocated.

"Throwing axes!"

The captain gritted his teeth, relying on his tenacious will, while giving an order, he violently pushed away the mount that was pressed on his body, and rolled continuously along the way, trying to extinguish the flames on his body, but these flames burned when they encountered things, and even the soil was no exception.

Boom! Boom!

The explosions continued, one after another large pits were born, one by one the heavy riders fell, blood splattered, and a large number of stumps and broken arms were also mixed in.

The voice of the 10,000 cavalry commanders had long been drowned out by the deafening explosions, and the heavy cavalry relied on their combat experience and intuition to throw the second round of throwing axes, but because of the harassment of the explosion waves, the accuracy was extremely poor, and after that, there was chaos.

The first wave of abominants who smashed the tin can moved out of the way to the sides and continued to throw as they charged, while the second wave also faced the heavy riders head-on and smashed out the tin can.

With the strength of the abomination of the block and the strength of the arm, a piece of iron less than five pounds was thrown five hundred meters, but the standard level, the unqualified, all returned to the furnace and rebuilt.

Boom! Boom!

The dust and smoke from the explosion soon obscured the sky.

The entire battlefield fell into a strange silence, and the Red Dragon Infantry Regiment that was arraying was all stunned in place, and some people even rubbed their eyes, completely unable to accept the scene in front of them.

The opponent doesn't play cards according to the routine, shouldn't he be hedged with heavy riding and heavy stepping. Then after crushing the opponent, and then go straight into the main formation, and kill the enemy commander?

In fact, the battle was one-sided, but it was Frankfurt's side.

Heavy cavalry charged, and the abominations threw and then bypassed. Continue to run, and in the process still ensure high-density fire suppression.

Bite!

The tin can smashed on the dwarf, and the steel armor collided with a crisp sound, and then exploded, and all the dozen or so horsemen nearby were affected and fell away in a radial shape, and they knocked over other comrades.

The formation was rapidly collapsing.

Suddenly, there was a smooth road in front of the heavy horseman, and those terrible abhorrents were no longer visible. The dwarves who had survived were excited, because the other party's banner was in front of them, but before they could take a few steps, a tin can was thrown from behind.

Boom! Boom!

The explosions kept coming.

"The Heavy Cavalry Regiment is finished!"

The staff officers' hands and feet were cold, and the bronze lookout machine in their hands fell to the ground and smashed their feet and they couldn't feel it.

This time. It is a fixed-point attack, focusing on strangling those heavy cavalry that are still in small formations.

In fact. By the time the last of the Abominations staggered past the flanks, there was not much left of the heavy riders, and their daily lesson was bomb throwing, ten hours a day, for at least three years of training, allowing them to easily hit a rabbit moving at five hundred meters. Not to mention the big goal of heavy riding.

The abomination at the end of the line rushed more than ten meters, and immediately stopped in the direction of the direction, chasing the remnants, while the vanguard's abomination had already stopped, picking up the tomahawk on the ground. Mend the knife to every corpse, even the mutilated corpse.

A little disgusted with trouble, he simply picked up the war horse and put it on the heavy horse.

"Idiot, you want to die, don't you see that the blue fire is still burning?"

Quasimodo, who was covered in gunsmoke, scolded and inspected the battlefield, "And you, clean up the corpse of a fart, hurry up and line up, I want to storm the other party's big tent!"

Abomination, who also possessed the ability to act, began to line up.

Of course, there were not many corpses, because most of them were burned to ashes, and the armor had melted down so much that there were layers of red molten iron on the ground.

"Is this the end?"

Thorin's hand was still raised in the air, his eyes were full of disbelief, everyone knew that the heavy cavalry was expensive and was the trump card of a corps, and he was still thinking about the rescue, but before he could think of a response tactic, the battle was over.

"Male, even if it's a heavy hedge, it's impossible to lose so quickly?"

"What's that flame?"

"You should ask what that tin can is, and why is it so little and yet so powerful?"

The staff officers were talking and pointing fingers, only in this way could they vent their fears and uneasiness, and then, they froze, because they saw some mutilated abomination take the train from the spatial ring, and pile the uncharred corpses on it.

"What are they going to do?"

A captain asked.

No one answered, but in reality, everyone knew that the corpses were to be brought back to the Abomination Workshop, where they were cut into pieces of flesh and then made into new Abominations.

In this battle, it can be said that the enemy army won a complete victory, except for the kind of iron cans that do not know the origin, the enemy army has almost no casualties and consumption, and it is abhorrent? That thing is cannon fodder that can be made as many materials as possible.

When the Duke of Death took Celes away, he left Downton with the most high-end necromancer technology.

"Record, the power of the blue fire is still too great, it will burn the loot, continue to let the arsenal research the iron cans that are mainly explosive and lethal!"

The military observer lowered his binoculars and took notes with a blank face.

"General Quasimodo does not put victory first, personal heroism is too heavy, and it is recommended to revoke his military rank and transfer to the military academy to restudy!"

"Commander Nicole has not fulfilled his duties, and in his own opinion, he is not capable of commanding the whole army. ”

......

"Hey!"

Listening to the observer pointing the finger at the master, the staff officers were not happy.

"Forget it, I'll prove that his evaluation is wrong!"

Nicole put on a cool face.

"Commander, what should I do?"

The defeat in the first battle was like a blow to the head, and the generals who knocked it were a little confused.

"Nonsense!"

Thorin spat out, at least win back, otherwise the morale will be over, "I still have light horses, heavy steps, light steps, I still have the air force, inform the mage regiment, exterminate those abominations, not a single one!"

On the battlefield, a group of mages sacrificed by dragons and dark elves appeared, and under the command of their commander, they gathered fire and abomination.

"Bloody mallet, it's up to you!"

With Nicole's order, the shaman division, which had long been uncontrollable, was dispatched.

"What is this? Aboriginal?"

The staff officers continued to be dumbfounded.

The cycle of cultivating a mage is too long and the consumption is too great, but it has terrifying lethality, so the mage group has always belonged to the high-end troops, and it is a trump card that can determine the trend of war once used.

The red dragon doesn't have a magic school, so its own mage group is patchwork, very bad, but the other party's is even worse, carrying an ogre engraved with the skull of a mysterious rune beast, a vine goblin with a three-pronged approach, and a gnoll holding a stone hammer......

Races, weapons, and services are all strange, and the old, weak, sick and disabled do not refuse, and from a distance they do not look like a mage troupe, but rather a begging troupe performing vaudeville.

The sound of a magnificent chant resounded in the sky, and the elements resonated and fluctuated violently.

When the first wave of magic between the two sides collided in the air, the staff officers were stunned, and one after another forked lightning was raging, and in an instant, the entire field of vision was filled with them, making people feel like they had stepped into a lightning jungle.

The Red Dragon Mage Regiment immediately switched from offense to defense.

"We, actually suppressed?"

The generals rubbed their eyes again, and from beginning to end, the old, weak, sick and disabled on the other side have been releasing lightning, but this lightning is fast, accurate, and ruthless, and it is stable to suppress their own ends.

Seeing that they had the upper hand, the people of the shaman division began to play with flowers, let the lightning form the pattern of flowers, birds, fish and insects, and the murderer and drug lord, whoever has a complex pattern will gain a lot of envious eyes, so that the chin is raised high, and the arrogance is not good.

"Let the light riders move!"

Thorin immediately made a judgment, his own people are outnumbered, they must take advantage of it, as long as they charge in lightly, they can destroy this mage group, otherwise they will cause a lot of casualties in the subsequent battle.

"It's finally our turn!"

Phew, Suarez spat at the palm of his hand, then beckoned to the Troll Hunters with his javelin in his hand, and rushed down.

“......”

Nicole was speechless.

"Shaman's skills are all needed!"

"The Troll Chief ignored Nicole's orders and went out on his own, suggesting a court-martial!"

"Nicole can't restrain the generals, and her ability has to be marked with a question mark!"

The observer began to take note again.

"Let the Dark Ranger Legion take on the light riders on the left. Nicole scolded, "Blood mallet, stop playing, hurry up and end the battle for the old lady and suppress the enemy's light horse!"

The enemy only saw that the shaman division was all composed of the old, weak, sick and disabled, but they didn't know that these guys were all native shamans in the dragon hills, each of them inherited the essence of the tribe, and could easily communicate with the gods of nature, their elemental power was innate, which was a gift from nature to the people who lived in this hilly land.

Downton's various decrees have made the life of the hill natives better and better, but the resources are limited after all, for a higher status and more benefits, these shamans are eager to sell their lives to him, and now they have finally seized the opportunity, so they naturally have to perform well.

The concept of the natives is very simple, and whether they behave well or not, that is, whether there are many people who watch the killing, and whether there are many heads that are harvested?

It was the same for the Troll Hunters, so they pounced with red eyes and a characteristic battle cry in their throats.

"I'm Deboro, are these guys crazy? Do they know that they are facing ten times as many enemies?"

Looking at the fearless trolls, the concept of the red dragon generals was once again subverted, and the morale of the good ones plummeted, and the deserters who said they were good were defeated?

Two thousand yards apart.

The light horsemen had taken off their bows, wound their arrows, controlled their horses' speed, adjusted their breathing, and prepared to shoot.

Fifteen hundred yards apart.

This is the ultimate range of the short bow, and the hit rate is too poor, so no commander will give an order at this time.

"Wait!"

Captain Wan raised his right hand, calculating the distance in his mind, but at this moment, he saw that the troll on the opposite side suddenly raised his arm, and with all his strength, he threw the javelin with the inertia of the sprint. (To be continued.) )