Bakaria has no ballistas!

If it weren't for the siege, perhaps the Bakarians, who advocated swords and spears, would not even want to use catapults.

Disgusted with long-range attacks, naturally there will be no technical reserves.

The ballista is a sophisticated war machine, of course, not Bakaria's.

Where did it come from?

The answer is simple - Rick Empire!

General Fargordi was a little sour: "It seems that the Empress Rick is so good to the Count of Lorraine!"

Martin's eyes rolled, and a fierce sense of coercion suddenly pressed heavily on Fargodi's body, making him feel a sense of breathlessness.

"I saved Karna Lopez's life. Now we are business allies. What's so strange about getting second-grade armaments?"

The business alliance can also resell the most in-demand arms, and this reason is also drunk.

However, Bakaria and Rick have been cut off diplomatically for a long time. There was no hostility, no covenant or treaty or anything like that.

Since he didn't say that he couldn't do it, and King Keane didn't prohibit it, no one could find fault with Martin.

Martin ignored the general, turned around, and began to step down from the fortress.

As you all know, today is the day of the decisive battle.

As long as this orc army is defeated, Ggent will be an undefended city.

Ahead, after seeing the rows of ballistas, the soldiers were also greatly boosted.

In the face of monsters far beyond imagination, it is a joke to charge with flesh and blood. This is no longer the realm of courage, and no person in their right mind is willing to launch such a desperate charge unless it is a desperate situation.

But if your boss is prepared, that's another story.

"Get ready to fight, just hide in your mother's arms and shiver!"

"Yes, yes, remember to shave your beard and put on a fake pacifier. ”

The lower-ranking officers were unleashed.

If morale had hit rock bottom and there was nothing to drum up, these lower-level officers would certainly not be like this. The Bakaria people are martial, and the men who are willing to serve as soldiers have a kind of desperate romanticism. This kind of folk customs leads to poor discipline among the recruits.

It is by discipline that those recruits are taught to be decent from budding Protestants, but to boost morale, we must rely on stimulation and comparison.

As long as it is not a desperate situation, absolutely no one will admit it.

For a time, the morale of the entire front line was like a rainbow.

Hearing the high-pitched roar in front of him, a faint smile curled into the corner of Martin's mouth: "Inform the front line, give priority to sniping trolls, but the giants must be released." See the giants charge, open the formation, and let the team disperse. ”

General Trist frowned: "What if the other party takes the opportunity to charge with the giant?"

Martin shrugged: "What am I famous for?"

As soon as he said it, everyone immediately remembered that the guy in front of him was out-and-out......

By the time Martin had finished arranging, the orcs on the opposite side had already begun to attack.

Rather than being led by the thickest of giants or trolls, Chief Bubol also knew that humans were sharp in their long-range attacks, and the first to rush up were the half-grown orc kids.

"Oooooooo

"How-"

Most of the human soldiers couldn't understand the orc language, which seemed to have a mouthful of phlegm stuck in their throats.

This did not prevent them from seeing that a sea of green was pouring towards them in front of their eyes. On both wings, goblins drove the low, roaring wolves, and were following behind the flanks, trotting forward.

Using these cannon fodder as cover, the trolls and giants began to charge at the same time.

There are only 13 of them, and their heavy steps are easily reminiscent of thousands of troops, and even the movement of the earth trembling, giving people the illusion that [bloodletters] will collapse for it.

"Draw the bow!"

"Put-"

After several days of actual combat, the archers of Lorrainburg have become quite decent.

Together with the archers of the two major knights, they formed a large array of 1,000 archers behind the huge tortoiseshell cart.

Under the leadership of the first archer who leads the shooting, the arrows they shoot can be shot into the approximate area.

"Bang!boom!" was a rain of locust swarms, easily nailing hundreds of orcs to death on this plateau.

Because the other party's charge is very scattered, it is quite good to have this result.

"Second wave, draw the bow!"

"Put-"

Since it was a tailwind, there were ironclad vehicles and infantry teams to carry in front. The archers were able to form three rows with impunity, and in three shots, they continued to rain arrows in front of them.

Seeing those green figures who had to go to the battlefield before their bodies were well grown, Bubol in the rear took a hard spit.

This is simply digging the roots of the Skull Splitting Clan!

But there is no today, and there will be no tomorrow!

"I swear that if I am given the opportunity, I will make mankind pay the blood debt of today's hundredfold. I'm going to kill all their women and children, and let human blood stain the whole Rick River!" Buboul's eyes reddened.

The young orc who rushed to the front of the car formation first couldn't help but squint his eyes, and in his eyes, the rows of iron cars that looked like city walls were getting clearer and closer, and even the patterns on the cars were so clear.

If you live in it, it might be very comfortable. No need to withstand the scorching sun or water seepage on rainy days......

Just when the young orc was thinking a little cranky, suddenly, small round holes opened in the iron plate on the side of the car.

In the next moment, the cart, which was originally in the shape of an iron box, suddenly turned into a hedgehog.

On each side, at least thirty spears stretched out at once.

The cold light of the spear head made the orcs who rushed to the front afraid for a while.

However, there was no point in their stops, and more orcs rushed up. The orcs, who could not see the situation ahead, began to push and shove fiercely in order to avoid the rain of arrows falling on their heads, and squeezed their compatriots into the dead gun.

"Ahhh

The terrible screams were endless.

At this time, from the back of the carriage, a long spear was thrown. Farther away, there was a constant rain of arrows.

The three-dimensional blow from the ground to the air quickly harvested the lives of the orcs.

Behind them, the better-equipped orc regulars are following the trolls in a last-ditch effort.

"Oooo

By the time the troll tightened his grip on the stick made from the trunk of a tree, the Bakaria ballista had pulled down the wrench that had loosened the ballista's bowstring.

A sharp tearing sound came from far and near in the east, and then the troll at the front felt several heavy hits on his chest.

It hurts a lot!

The troll's poor intellect made it difficult for him to understand why his thick skin, which he had never been penetrated before, had been pierced.

A few stake-like bars of wood dug deep into his chest, making it extremely difficult for him to breathe.