After leaving behind the minimum number of soldiers to maintain law and order in the occupied area, all the troops began to return to the southern border according to the order, and five days later, nearly 150,000 troops had gathered, like a long dragon with no head or tail in sight, marching mightily along the avenue.

Half of them are the main forces of the southern territory, and the large number of troops is a deterrent in itself, so the morale of the southern army is very strong, even if there is a giant dragon in front of them now, they dare to fight.

Most of the generals enjoyed the unstoppable march, and the only blemish was the natives of the West who were constantly harassing like flies, and in a few days, they had caused nearly 10,000 casualties.

There are many soldiers in the north, but due to the limited terrain, they can't fully exert their strength advantage, and Commander Kevin is in a hurry to return to the army and does not launch a large-scale offensive, so he let the western army be arrogant for several days, but today, he decided to shoot this fly to death.

The noonday sun hung high in the sky, radiating heat unscrupulously, making the soldiers who carried more than fifty pounds sweat.

"This damn hell weather, the big bird of the hot Lao Tzu is going to be drowned in sweat!"

"Which corps is suffering today?"

"Listening to the direction of the fighting, it should be the Eighth Corps, there is no way, responsible for the defense of logistics, it will definitely face the attack. ”

The soldiers of the 3rd Corps were idle, and as a main corps, they had a natural pride and were not afraid of battle.

"The 3rd Corps should pay attention, after entering the front town of Fuer, seize the time to rest, and wait for the 8th Corps to pass by, and take over the defense task of the logistics corps. ”

Several heralds with battle flags behind their backs galloped across the avenue on their horses, holding the magic guide pickup with one hand. Loud shouting.

Cursing and whining immediately rang out among the soldiers, who were not afraid of fighting, but it did not mean that they liked to fight, and fought against the barbarian natives who liked to eat people, and to be honest, they were under a lot of psychological pressure.

The town of Fore has become an empty town. After the Third Corps was stationed, some houses were demolished on the spot with a unit of 100 people to make fires and cook.

"We're here to fight, why can't we loot?"

Eating dry and hard bread and drinking rice soup that was not much thin and no different from clear water, the soldiers were full of resentment.

Didn't the soldiers go out to plunder and make a war profit? They don't understand why they can't even eat a big meal of fish and meat when they win the war.

"I heard that in order to facilitate his future rule, the Duke also issued a tax reduction policy. ”

"Male, why do the people of the Westlands still enjoy such a policy after they are defeated?

"I heard that the Second Corps was the first to storm the city of Nottingham, and the loot that each soldier grabbed was so overwhelming that they couldn't walk!"

The soldiers sighed. Envy the good luck of his comrades.

"Eat quickly, talk less nonsense!"

The leader of the hundred men took a piece of jerky and chewed it. Inspecting his subordinates, urging loudly.

"Sir, you also gnaw on jerky, arrange a team to go and eat a wild boar, I haven't eaten meat for a few days. Everyone's mouths are fading out of the birds!"

The soldier and the centurion have a good relationship and often tease each other.

"Shall I get you some more milk to drink?"

The hundred-man chief rolled his eyes angrily.

"Human milk is the best!"

Someone picked up the stubble, and the result caused laughter in the hall, and all kinds of meat words blurted out.

The captain of the hundred people laughed and cursed, and was about to continue patrolling. As a result, there was a sudden sound of breaking wind, followed by a half-meter-high wooden stake that was enough for a person to hug from the sky.

"Be careful!"

There were soldiers shouting, but it was too late.

The stake was splashed with oil, burning with a raging flame, and with a bang, it smashed the hundred people into meat sauce at once, and in the sparks, the stake bounced up and rolled out a long way.

"Enemy attack!"

With the soldiers' warnings, hundreds of flaming stake bullets smashed into the town of Fore.

Bang! Bang!

The roof was smashed, the wooden structure was ignited, and the cauldron of broth on the bonfire was smashed, and not only splashed on the ground, but also poured the man on his body, so hot that he rolled all over the ground and screamed.

"The enemy was on the slope in the direction of nine o'clock, and the third, fourth, and fifth thousand-strong detachments did their best to organize a counterattack and delay their offensive. ”

In less than three minutes, the heralds were running wild on the long street with the orders of the highest commander, announcing loudly.

"What do the cavalry eat? Haven't they driven the other side away?

The soldiers cursed, grabbed their helmets over their heads, put their shields on their heads, and carried their weapons as they assembled in the direction of the shouts of their immediate commanders.

On the hillside, teams of ogres are busily operating catapults, projecting as many flaming stakes as possible onto the town.

"Sir, the cavalry has appeared!" Jackson pointed to the town, where two groups of cavalry had already rushed over, "Are you attacking them?"

"Keep attacking the town!"

The black-armored commander was unmoved.

"Fool, smash the cavalry with a projectile car, and if the hit rate reaches one percent, I will have your surname!"

Quasimodo hates iron and steel, seeing that Downton has more and more cronies around him, and he has outstanding abilities, as the first to follow him, it hopes that Jackson will grow up a little, otherwise there will be no excuse for the master to promote him by relying on his whiskers.

Of course, the stitching monster who looks rough and is actually careful will not tell Sù Jackson, the commander of the black armor is Downton, although I don't know why the master is disguised, but he has to help keep it secret.

"Got it, by the way, where did this guy come from? How did he directly get the trust of his master and get the position of Supreme Commander?"

Jackson stared at the Black Armor Chief, very incomprehensible, "By the way, I smelled the master from him, do you think they are in that relationship?"

"What do you care so much for?"

Quasimodo frowned, "When, do you still have the leisure to think nonsense?"

"I'm just asking!"

Jackson spoke, in fact, to show a sense of existence, but unfortunately he chose the wrong time.

"Quasimodo, defensive formation, Barty, ready to attack!"

The commander gave the order cleanly.

"Yes!"

After Quasimodo received his order. Immediately ran to the front with a hundred selected ogre guards, while Barty jumped on the Iron Spine Rock Dragon, and his subordinates were in a team, ready to charge at any time.

Whoa!

The corps on the right was light cavalry, good at field and mounted archery, in the course of the charge. The short bow was already drawn and the projectile began, suppressing the fire.

"Raise your shield!"

As Quasimodo shouted, the ogre battle array, which was in a column of ten people, all exhaled and raised the big shield in their hands.

Their shields were made by orc craftsmen, and although they were crudely made, they were made entirely of wooden planks, but they were big enough and thick enough.

The shield is a giant tower shield two meters long and one and a half meters wide. And it is up to an inch thick, and when raised, several shields are connected, and it looks like a huge log wall.

Tuk!

The arrow hit it and made a dense sound that could not be pierced at all.

Except for the ogre, who is tall and strong, even barbarians can't use this kind of log tower shield.

Downton was pleased with the effect. Ordinary wooden shields need to be wrapped with iron sheets to increase their defense, because the thickness is not good. But the log tower shield doesn't need it, let alone arrows, even the crossbow gun is enough to shoot through them.

"Quick, before the enemy's archers and mages have been mobilized, smash all the stakes out for me!"

Jackson yelled, but the natives didn't bother with the skinny, sprout-like ghoul. Because their commander in chief is Thyssen.

As a Krupp giant, he has a natural deterrent to these natives.

More than 2,000 cavalry from the opposing side had already rushed up the hillside, and within two hundred yards, Downton waved his arm.

"Attention, charge!"

Barty knows. Pulled off the overcover and led the charge.

The cavalrymen were not stupid and would hedge against the heavy cavalry unless they had a bad brain, so they moved out of the way, forcing their companions to deviate from the direction of the charge.

"Throwing axes ready, triple shot!"

After Barty finished shouting, the short-handled axe, with a piercing whistling sound, swept away the cavalry that did not leave in time in front of him in the posture of a steel storm.

Bang! Bang!

With the throwing skills honed by the dwarves, more than 90 percent of the battle axes hit, and hundreds of light cavalry were seriously injured, spurting blood and falling from their horses in an instant, followed by the cavalry behind them.

After this round of offensive, a large area was vacant in front of the battle formation, and the danger was slowed down.

"Defend both sides!"

Quasimodo is on the spot.

The next moment, the cavalry rushed through, but seeing that the infantry town composed of ogres was as tight as turtle shells, they did not rush into formation, but bypassed from both sides, throwing arrows as much as possible, but under the protection of large tower shields, the ogres operating the projection vehicles were intact and could continue to attack boldly and with confidence.

Watching the cavalry circle and regroup the offensive on the opposite side, Downton was no longer nervous at all, and after a few days, he was already familiar with this attack routine.

Only the opposing mage regiment can pose a danger to their projectile vehicle position, so you can attack safely before they arrive.

In a few minutes, the entire town of Fore was completely engulfed in flames, and the soldiers were running helplessly like ant nests doused with boiling water.

Looking at the soldiers who were screaming from the flames, Downton was satisfied with the effect of the attack.

During the raid on the North, he had actually arranged a lot of things, and it was at that time that he ordered the orc craftsmen to rush to make these projection vehicles.

Stone bullets are missing, but the western border is close to the dragon hills, where the vegetation is dense and covered by huge forests, so there is no shortage of logs.

Directly cut the logs, cut the logs into thick stakes, and then pour fire oil to make stake incendiary bombs, which are used to attack infantry and stationary targets, and the effect is outstanding.

Thinking of this, Downton had to sigh, Abagun is really a good housekeeper, this guy probably has lived too much of a life of suffering before, full of crisis awareness, or thinks that other forces must be greedy for the great harvest in the west, and will definitely come to loot, so he hoarded a lot of war materials in advance, and it is also a cunning rabbit three caves, among which there is an old nest near Xiquan Town, which is why Downton chose to meet there in the first place. (To be continued......)