After the shockwave of the explosion, a light rain of flesh and limbs fell. This terrifying 'rain' is even more terrifying against the backdrop of the night.

"Chief, what about the chief!?"

"The chief is down!"

"What about the centurion?

"Galu is dead! Batov has broken his leg!"

The Slingers are in complete disarray.

Obviously, that batch of rockets is only an introduction for the mortar team to guide the target, and the real killing is still by mortar shells.

They don't know yet that at least two-thirds of the mortar shells have just missed.

Martin, who was on the boat, frowned.

He also knew that he couldn't ask for too much, after all, the gunners were all newcomers who had been trained for less than two months, and it was completely difficult for them to hit targets on the ship and in the dark at once.

It doesn't matter, it's good to be able to train the troops before the head-to-head showdown.

"Run, run, run, this is the trap of the Bakarias!" At this time, where did the Slingers still have the idea of continuing to raid and rob houses? The sudden dense mortar completely blinded them.

As they tried to return the way they came, they suddenly heard dense footsteps coming from the side of the mountain on the way back. A group of soldiers in silver helmets and silver armor, as if they had suddenly jumped out of hell, had no idea how they had come to be.

These Bakaria infantry quickly rushed to the shore.

Further north of them, there was a dense sound of horses' hooves, and it was clear that more cavalry was outflanking.

Not only that, but in the direction of Lorraineburg, a large group of Lorraine soldiers holding torches and flags aloft suddenly appeared in the south, as if they had come out of the ground.

Besieged!

It seems that the people who surrounded the Slingers were all elites, and only Lorrainburg itself knew that the most well-armored people in the south were the garrisons.

"Don't be afraid! those barbarians are already in disarray! Advance with the trumpet and give your back to your compatriots!" shouted like this, as Sylvie was actually more nervous as the first time to command a large army.

Normally, the barbarians would never look for a breakthrough from the south, and according to the assumptions, they were already in chaos. The garrison arranged in the south is just a soy sauce, and the recruits can see the world.

Sylvie soon discovers that the chaos camp's tease really can't be justified by convention, or rather, the guys are simply lost.

There were so many barbarians on the beach that even if there were more than a hundred mortars bombarding them incessantly, this great clan of more than 10,000 people would not be able to annihilate it in a moment.

Thousands of barbarians rushed towards Sylvie. Sylvie has two thousand men on her hands. What is the combat effectiveness of the recruits, this will have to go through the test of blood.

"Shield!" Sylvie shouted.

The sword and shield soldiers in the front row stopped, and they smashed the half-human-high rectangular shield in their hands to the ground. A shield-level taper will help them secure the shield better.

However, training and actual combat are two different things, and the original neat formation becomes crooked and skewed when the shield is erected.

Thankfully, Martin had ordered Sylvie to give the order early.

With purple eyebrows, Sylvie shouted, "The whole team, you idiots, do you want to die?"

Sylvie, the commander of the garrison, finally woke up the recruits, and in a panicked formation, he managed to put the formation in order before the barbarians rushed in front of him, and then let the sword and shield soldiers in the second row put their shields on top of the shields in the first row, building a towering shield wall.

The third and fourth platoons of spearmen were trained to half-stretch out their spears and turn the battle line into an iron hedgehog.

With only 2,500 people, this is already all the troops that can be pulled out. Even this is not enough to defend the entire seaside avenue. Sylvie was only close to the side of the mountain, preventing the barbarians from escaping into the mountain. The kilometre opening is set aside to lead directly to Lorrainburg.

The panicked barbarians found an enemy in front of them, and some of them chose to turn around and run, while others croaked and rushed forward with their blades brandished.

This kind of undense and unplanned attack is more like a bloody attack for the garrisons of Fort Lorraine.

The barbarians were far better equipped than the orcs, and generally used iron tools, but the weight of weapons was far inferior. No matter how sharp the weapon is, it is useless to not wear a shield.

They screamed and rushed up, and one of them didn't even see the spear that came out to him, and he poked himself to death with his head in the head of the spear.

Even if they could swing away the spears that pierced them, they could only slash the iron shields of the sword and shield soldiers once or twice, and then they were stabbed to death by the sudden spears or short swords.

"Block, stab, block, stab!" Sylvi led the officers in shouting, telling the recruits to defend or attack at a rhythm.

The barbarians have actually messed up, making this battle more like a food delivery.

The battle to the north was a little more intense, and the barbarians, desperate to escape, burst out with more force than they imagined. However, to the north is the main force of Lorraine Castle [Knights of St. Martin]. This army, which has experienced the impact of an even more terrifying orc army and has grown up in blood and fire, is even more worthy of the defeat of this barbarian army.

Directly to the west, the newly built [Mermaid Knights] of Kouden, a new knight group with the old and the new, also took this opportunity to practice.

The sky is bright......

The battle ended an hour earlier.

The battlefield was full of wandering Lorraine garrisons, recruits who had not yet seen blood, forced by officers to stab to death those barbarians who still had a breath.

In the distance, the cavalry was chasing the barbarians who tried to run up the mountain. But how could two legs outrun a four-legged horse?

"Congratulations, Your Excellency, this is the perfect battle!"

Whether it was the old man from Lorraine Castle or the newcomers, such as Bennett, the head of the Knights of the Burning Sun, they were all very convinced of Martin.

Looking at Martin who came to shore from the dinghy, every Lorinburg high-level who arrived gave the highest respect.

Farther north, the ships of Slinger were flanked by the outflanked Martin fleet and the Knights of the Burning Sun, and the barbarians defending the ship were all wiped out.

According to preliminary statistics, the two barbarian clans, with the strength of their clans, sent more than 17,000 people to attack Lorrainburg. With a mere strength of more than 6,000 regular troops and more than 3,000 garrisons, Fort Lorraine finally annihilated the enemy with less than 100 men killed.

The Winter Wolf Clan, which was annihilated directly at sea, lost more than three hundred boats, and at least seven thousand people fed fish.

More than 9,000 people landed on the One-Eyed Clan's side in the middle of the night, most of them were slaughtered, and even the chief's head was in his hands.

"Duke, and nearly a thousand barbarians have been captured, what should I do?" asked Tieno.

Martin's eyebrows furrowed, "I have an idea." ”