On May 13, 1215 in the continental calendar, at about two o'clock in the afternoon, the scorching sun was in the sky.

The old general Kham stood quietly on the side of the ship, and in the scorching sun, the old general felt as if he was beside the oven, and the heat waves were coming to his face one after another, and the beads of sweat on his cheeks dripped on the deck with a soft sound of "tick, tick, tick!".

In order not to let this annoying sound disturb his thoughts, the old general impatiently wiped the beads of sweat from his face over and over again.

It can be seen that he is not in a very good mood now.

Since this morning, the scouts sent out have never returned, and Kham knows that the human army is gathering somewhere in front of him.

Or rather, the human army is already marching on its own fleet!

This battle is crucial!

The long-cherished wish of the millennium depends on the results of this war.

He was now as restless as a young man, and he was afraid of failure.

At this critical juncture, he felt that he was not as confident as he had imagined.

"What are you thinking, old man?" approached an old but stocky orc, his gray beard braided down to his belly, and a huge double-edged battle axe on his broad back, "Would you like some beer, this is an ale in Balan, I bet you haven't drunk such a good wine." ”

The old orc said as he raised a huge wooden cup in his right hand, and his face was satisfied and pity at the moment, "Why don't those damn humans keep a little more of this ale, I can't do without it now." ”

"Get the damn glass out of the way for me, Morinda. Kham frowned, "Also, don't talk to me when you speak, don't you know how heavy your alcohol is?"

"Hey, old man, look at you, it's like I've robbed the woman I love!" Morinda leaned against the side of the boat, he looked at his old friend, "You seem to be in a little wrong mood right now." ”

Kang Ba glanced at the old orc beside him, the thick smell of sweat and alcohol made him frown.

Since he was young, Kangba didn't like Morinda Morinda, although some of the other party's habits were more like orcs, but he felt that it was because there were too many orcs like Morinda that the entire orc tribe had been oppressed by humans for more than a thousand years, "A big war may start at any time, are you sure you can command your soldiers like this?"

Morinda raised an eyebrow, "Are you doubting my combat prowess, and if so, you should have your own guards try it." He shook his shoulders to make the massive double-edged axe behind his back more visible, "Or, you try it yourself?"

"Are you only going to use your strength?" said Kham in a deep voice, "you should use your brains more, your legion of twelve thousand people needs your wisdom, and only wisdom can guide them to survive this war." ”

Hearing this, Morinda was stunned, he put down the beer that was about to be brought to his mouth, then stood up straight, and said: "Kham Overseer, the worship of strength is a custom formed by orcs since ancient times, and this is our highest honor! I do not deny the importance of wisdom, the wise Great Chief of Shikan has used his wisdom to unify the northern clans, and your wisdom has led us here. ”

"But," Morinda leaned back against the side of the boat, "old man, please don't forget, without the power in my hands, your wisdom is not as good as bullshit." Look at these warriors around you, you should trust them a little more. ”

"I never doubted their loyalty!" replied Camba coldly.

"It's not about loyalty, my friend, you don't understand what I mean!" Morinda made a very exaggerated expression, "I said that you should believe in the power of these warriors, they will open the door to victory for us, believe me, with the current strength of the southern realm, it is impossible to pose a threat to us at all, that young human nobleman, in my eyes it is simply a joke, our warrior will make him understand what real war is." ”

"Do you know the importance of this battle?" "Kham stared at the surface of the Sushui River with no end in sight ahead, "Actually, I still hope that the human army will be able to stand still, and I will even let them repair the fortifications slowly, but unfortunately, as the intelligence shows, that young human nobleman is not a fool." ”

Morinda leaned on the side of the ship, tilted his head and poured a few sips of ale, he looked at the clear blue sky, "I don't need you to remind me of the importance of this battle, I know better than you what the orcs are in now, and I know what the orcs need better than you...... While you were teaching our great Sheikh in the chief's warm tent, I was leading the warriors of my tribe in the battle for survival. ”

The old orc's eyes revealed the wisdom and determination that had been precipitated over the years, "Years of fighting have made me understand a truth, don't underestimate any opponent, but don't overestimate them either..."

The old general Kham turned sideways to look at the army steadily advancing on the shore, and interrupted Morinda with his next words, "Morinda, my friend, victory will be ours." "He doesn't need anyone's encouragement.

"Knock! knock!"

Suddenly, a dense sound of war drums resounded through the heavens and the earth.

"It should be the vanguard, they are fighting the humans!" Morinda threw away the wine glass in his hand, the momentum of his body changed, and a vicious aura flashed in his eyes, "It's so fast, it seems that the human side is the first to strike." ”

"You should go back to the warriors, old man. Kham said.

Morinda turned around and left, and after he took a few steps, he turned around and said, "Again, believe in our warriors." ”

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The 2,000 warriors of the Orc Vanguard made steady progress towards the Lobida Bridge by land and water, and General Kham gave them a clear mission - to probe the deployment and movement of the human army, and if conditions allowed, to carry out a tentative attack.

The commander of this orc force had no idea that the human army would intercept them on the way, because, in all the days he had been in the southern border, he had never encountered a human army taking the initiative to seek a fighter.

So, when a row of wooden piles the thickness of a drain bucket suddenly appeared in the river, the orc commander even fell asleep in his cabin, and when his lieutenant entered the wine-smelling cabin with a nervous face, the fleet on the river had lost nearly a third!

As the orc commander stepped out of the cabin, a rain of locust-like arrows in the sky sent him into the cabin.

The relentless arrows continued to harvest the orc warriors who were constantly struggling in the water, and in less than a minute, the originally clear surface of the river turned blood-red.

The orc armies on the banks of the river reacted quickly, and when they saw the terrible situation of their people under the arrows, they made the most correct decision, and they led their respective centurions to charge as fast as they could towards the positions of the human archers.

However, the orcs who had just launched the charge found themselves next to a phalanx of human spears, steadily advancing towards their flanks.