For the barbarians, this was already a battle from which there was no way out, not to mention the terrible resistance that Granthel's army had broken into the valley floor, and in less than half an hour, the number of troops pouring into the Crimean valley had exceeded 8,000.

At the same time, after the artillery fire inside the valley began to roar, figures climbed out from behind the rocks on the top of the hills on both sides.

Ivo stood in front of the cliff and looked coldly at the enemy beneath him, twenty feathered arrows lined up at his feet, each with a pipe tied to it, and the mass of barbarians at his feet was still squeezing into the depths of the valley.

"Kill!"

Ivo coldly gave the order and took the lead in firing an arrow that opened the gates of hell, the faintly pulsing light of the fire elemental light quickly ignited the fuse on the nitrate pipe as the feather arrow burst out of the string, and after the thundering arrow roared into the chaotic sand that had been trampled by the barbarians, the sulfur gunpowder that had been shallowly buried in the ground immediately opened its hideous claws.

Screams rang out, rockets crashed from the mountain walls at either end into the crowded battlefield below, tongues of fire erupting from the soles of the barbarians' feet and quickly joining together.

The stench of burnt hair and flesh began to fill the valley, disgusting and at the same time greatly hastening the confusion of the barbarians, and the number of people who died by pushing and trampling each other out of fear was even equal to the number of people consumed by the flames.

According to the plan, when Ivo started a fire in the valley, Iloror had to immediately lead a group of sea eagles to bombard the valley mouth in order to block all the barbarians entering the valley, but after receiving the signal to attack, his actions were met with great resistance.

The barbarian Thunderbird Legion arrived in this airspace earlier than him, and when he saw Ivo Houshiva suddenly appearing from the top of the cliff, he was about to go down to block it, but because those soldiers were too fast and decisive, it was too late.

So when she saw the large herd of sea eagles rising into the sky under black pressure behind the Crimean valley, she realized that no matter what, she could no longer let the enemy succeed.

It was Ilore who had just led his sea eagle to complete the liftoff and before he could fly to the valley mouth, he immediately fell into the frantic blocking of the barbarian Thunderbird Legion, and because of the difference in the level and number of creatures, he suffered huge casualties as soon as he came into contact with Ilore's side.

Although the sea eagle brigade, which has been used by Lear as a bomber group, also has a fairly strong ability in hand-to-hand combat in air combat, it is still far from the thunderbirds with sharp beaks and claws that can directly smash rocks and even control thunder and lightning, especially the warriors they carry on their backs and the heavy explosives package greatly limit the flexibility of the sea eagles in the air.

And when all the rockets were shot, Ivo was not easy here, he was going to lead his troops to support Ilor, he was immediately attacked by the orcs who climbed up from the foot of the mountain, he had a golden bow in his hand, and the orcs shot almost every arrow to end the life of a barbarian, but when the cyclops and even the cyclops king began to appear on the top of the mountain one after another, even he felt a huge pressure, and he no longer had the strength to support Ilor.

In addition to the sniper battle at the bottom of the valley, the warriors on the top of the hill and in the air were not very optimistic about Spartacus's side, and the barbarians who came with anger launched an offensive this time that were extremely fierce and deadly, and seemed to have made up their minds to eat the Spartacus army at all costs.

What makes people feel strange is that except for the magic mages who have successively blessed the barbarian army with several group buff spells, Spartacus's side has not launched any magical counterattack so far, and the enemy leader who makes the barbarians jealous has not even appeared until now.

Even if it is inferior to Spartacus's muskets and artillery in terms of firepower coverage and killing effect, but in terms of individual combat ability, the barbarian race is no less than the warriors under Lear's command, and the short axe in the hands of the upper half orcs at a distance of a hundred meters can almost be used without fail, of course, this is when shooting training targets, and whether it is a throwing gun or a boulder raised casually in the hands of the cyclops, it can cause huge casualties to the shooters of Spartacus.

Fortunately, Ivo was holding a golden bow, which not only greatly enhanced his own archery lethality, but also gave the archers under Ivo's command a long range and the lethality regardless of distance.

With this unequal range, every time a Spartacus archer fell under a barbarian's boulder or axe, the attacking side would also pay between one and three casualties.

Similarly, as the number of orcs and cyclops on the summit increased, the casualties on Spartacus' side increased, and when the barbarians had completely taken over the foothold at the front of the hilltop and began to slowly advance towards Spartacus' archer position, Ivo had to order the scattered attack formation to maintain the dense suppression, but was no longer able to launch more attacks on the enemies in the valley.

The pressure from the top of the head plummeted, and after the battle mages who arrived later used a large number of ice spells to extinguish the fierce flames in the valley, the roar of the barbarians' march echoed in the valley again, and the price of nearly two thousand people did not slow the barbarians' determination to take revenge, but because of the limitations of the terrain, when more than 10,000 barbarians poured into the valley on the charred corpses of their companions, the upper limit of the warring army that the Crimean Valley battlefield could accommodate had reached saturation.

The battle at the bottom of the valley was very favorable to the Spartacus side, and after giving up the two gourd mouths, the three thousand musketeers were able to form twenty rows to block the barbarians' attack, and in the narrow space Spartacus's shotguns sprayed dense iron nets, allowing the barbarians to roar madly or charge fearlessly, and the barbarian corpses in front of the musket array were still piled up into several high corpse walls.

Five rows formed in a horizontal column and turned into a cold and merciless flesh harvester, immediately after the three shots were completed, they immediately changed to the rear formation, and then changed again, and the uninterrupted continuous fire of the four groups of muskets and twelve stages made the wolf riders and big-eared monster forwards of the barbarians still not touch the corners of the musketeers after paying nearly two thousand corpses, but due to the barbarians' fearlessness, the musketeer phalanx still retreated twenty steps back in the process, but at the same time they were less than a hundred steps away from the artillery array further behind.

According to Lear's orders before the battle, the three thousand Mo swordsmen did not join the frontal fight, except for the occasional barbarian who broke through the blockade of the musketeers and rushed close to the two wings of Spartacus, they would come forward to block the killing, most of the time they watched indifferently as the musketeers slaughtered coldly but efficiently.

The sound of gunfire, roars, screams, the muffled sound of bullets embedded in skulls and flesh, and the sound of corpses falling to the ground and even blood rushing on the sand make up a hell's lament, in which soldiers on both sides constantly shed their blood and lives for the distance of an inch forward or backward.

The war has gone on to such an extent that there is no real meaning in what honor, what mission, no hatred, everyone seems to be able to see only their toes, desperately squeezing the strength and residual will in their bodies for that little bit of worthless sand, even if the corpse has crossed a few feet forward when it falls to the ground, and there is a look of satisfaction in the eyes sockets when they close their eyes.

As the casualties on the battlefield in front of them intensified, a large number of magic mages began to pour into the valley, and the light of various buffs including healing, Holy Spirit Blessing and body protection stone began to envelop the barbarian army, and the new reinforcements into the valley also appeared ogre mages and cyclops, and the barbarians became more courageous in the protection of their own magic buffs and the increasingly violent roar behind them.

One corpse after another fell, while more rushed forward with the corpses of their companions trampled on.

Finally, with an indiscretable sound of the pivot breaking, the weapons of the Spartacus musket team reached a load limit, and the firepower of the blocking fire also became sparse, after all, the rifle was not comparable to a semi-automatic weapon, and the overload of the battlefield finally caused the Spartacus side to explode, firing pin breakage, and all kinds of situations.

And when the first Cyclops appeared at the bottom of the gourd with the rubble smashed by Spartacus' cannons, the musketeers, who had been ruthlessly slaughtering the barbarian warriors, finally began to suffer frontal attacks and suffered casualties.

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