Whether it was the army of trolls or the city walls, the entire battlefield fell into a terrible silence at this time, and no one made a sound except for the low moans of the wounded and not dead under the walls. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The trolls were frightened by the sudden huge casualties, from the first musket to the simultaneous explosion of a large number of iron ball bombs, which was only a few minutes at most, but in these few minutes, the trolls who charged in a dense formation also suffered 10,000 casualties.

The trolls were completely stunned by the horrific killing efficiency, this is 10,000 living people, even 10,000 Rosammon, it is not an easy problem to slaughter them all in a matter of minutes, and these lowly resistance forces have done it unbelievably.

A large part of the reason why the musket units on the city wall were silent was also because they were also stunned by their own results, they would never have dreamed that the once high troll lord would be so easily killed by these poor ghosts like wandering wild dogs.

In part, it was because they were not allowed to speak by their chief instructor, Master Kobold Murgo, who was holding a decorative one-handed sword in one hand and a stick that the new musketeers were all too familiar with in the other.

Just before the start of the battle, the recruits who couldn't help but cheer after witnessing Master Modo shoot and kill the shouting troll learned the strength of the kobold chief instructor's military stick very well.

In this short few months of emergency training, in order to let these recruits look good as soon as possible, Mo Ge can only be strict with military discipline to the point of perversion, military sticks, leather whips, boots kicked and other corporal punishment can be said to be the daily routine of the recruits, in short, this kobold chief instructor successfully obeyed and feared them, these instructors, deeply engraved on the instinct of the recruits.

It can be said that in the minds of today's recruits, the first thing to fear is Lord Modo, and the second is their instructor's turn, as for the once feared troll master, what is that, no matter how ruthless it can be the instructor and the master Modo who makes the instructor obey?

In such a palpitating silence, the sorcerer Janalai walked to the side of Agil Zong, Janalai's face was solemn, the expression of schadenfreude that had been long gone, the strong man who can step into the legendary realm, which one will be a simple-minded character, the priority of the matter is still very clear.

The sorcerer Janalai knew that if he succeeded in conquering the base of the Bison Valley, his intrigue with the Agil Sect would be nothing more than a trivial matter, but if he failed, the tribes in the empire that they had forcibly suppressed for hundreds of years would explode like powder kegs under their butts.

That's why the URA has been developing here for a few months so difficult, and if the news of their defeat is obtained, and the civilians of all races who have fallen into madness join in, the serious consequences are unimaginable.

Therefore, the sorcerer Janalai looked deeply at Agilzong, and the solemn meaning in his eyes was self-evident, and he put down his mustard and broke the defense line in front of him at all costs, extinguishing the last hope of all races.

"I have studied the kind of musket of the dwarves, and if you shoot ten times in a row at most, the barrel will be hot for a short time, and although the musket in the hands of these people is a little more powerful, it will definitely not be able to shoot continuously. The sorcerer Janalai analyzed.

This thoughtless sentence made Agilzong understand the meaning of the latter, and he took a deep breath and asked: "What do you mean, charge with all your strength at any cost, and fill it with human lives until all those strange muskets are gone." ”

Janalai nodded, and said resolutely: "Even if all these 100,000 troops die, as long as these United Resistance Forces can be wiped out, we must do so, we can't afford the consequences of defeat." ”

The two legendary strong commanders looked at each other silently for a long time, and finally made this extremely cruel decision.

"The third group stepped forward, guns on the shoulder, aiming, preparing, and relieving. After a long and continuous roar, Mo Ge's voice had long since broken into an unknown shape, but even if his throat was burning like a knife now, Mo Ge did not dare to stop his command.

The trolls are crazy, from top to bottom, there are still more than 80,000 troll troops completely crazy, just after the last time they repelled the more than 10,000 troll troops, they were driven by the frenzy of the warlords, and they became this crazy appearance.

More than 80,000 people were divided into six batches, and they charged towards the city wall without stopping, even if they suffered heavy casualties under the dense blows on the city wall, they had no intention of stopping.

As the muskets fired again, the charging trolls, after leaving corpses all over the city, finally collapsed completely, spread their legs and retreated like a tide behind the formation.

But Mogo knew that it didn't mean anything at all, the troll's charge was like a wave, wave after wave, without any signs of stopping, this was already the fourth wave of attacks they had repelled, but the vanguard of the fifth wave of attacks had already rushed within two hundred paces of the city walls.

In a short period of time, at least more than 30,000 trolls were killed by the musketeers commanded by Mego, as well as grenadiers and heavy fire support troops, and the corpses within a hundred steps under the city walls had been piled up, but those trolls still stepped on the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood, charging one foot deep and one foot shallow.

The three waves of troll routs that had been repulsed before were regrouped after being mercilessly killed by the Warlord Guards who rode the war bears in the rear, and then were driven back into the charge.

"Bang~" sounded, Mo Ge turned his head to look, it was a musketeer dozens of places away from him The barrel of the gun exploded, and the exploding barrel not only made the unlucky musketeer cover his eyes and scream, but the two soldiers next to him were also injured.

After firing dozens of shots, the barrel in his hand was red like a soldering iron, and if he was unlucky, it would explode when he was filled with gunpowder, and the barrel exploded one after another, which made these recruits panic suddenly, and even the instructors' sticks and scolding gradually lost their effect.

"All the musketeers retreated from the walls, and the pikemen stepped forward. Finally hearing the herald's order, the musketeers hurried back to the bottom of the walls.

Crowding the musketeers around him, he retreated from the wall, and when he looked up, he saw the three thousand pikemen, nervously lowering their spears behind the shieldmen.

Mo Ge knew that with these melee troops alone, under such a crazy attack, he was afraid that he would not be able to withstand it for long, so he shouted again with a torn voice: "Don't stand stupidly, pee on the barrel of the gun, and ...... immediately"