The two sides are like beasts that have lost all their senses, roaring and charging at each other, compared to the neat slogan of "Tatania" in the mouths of the Slavic berserkers, the scolding in the mouths of the steel-led militia is so colorful, after all, after following the little dwarf lord for a long time, he has learned a few percent of his fur. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Soon the distance between the two sides was less than thirty paces, which was the best attack distance for throwing weapons such as hand axes, and the soldiers in the front rows of both sides threw out throwing throwing weapons such as short axes in their hands at the same time.

Facing the short axe that came with a whistling in the air, the militia in the front row raised the big shield in their hands, and suddenly the dense sound sounded like rain hitting plantains, and the thirteen ogres in the front were undoubtedly the most attractive firepower existence, and at least half of the short axes were greeted at them.

But the ogres relied on their staggering thickness of armor, and they only covered their heads and faces with their hands, allowing countless short axes to whirl and slash at them.

The strength of a single hand axe is not great for an ogre, but dozens of short axes hit an ogre at the same time, still beating their fat bodies to the ground, although the hand axe could not cut through their heavy armor, but smashed the ogre alive with a lot of internal injuries.

But the Slavic berserkers did not withstand this wave of attack so easily, and at this time, the different ways of madness on both sides showed different differences, and the orcs still retained their basic sanity when they went berserk with the blessing of the war song, knowing how to dodge and defend.

And after the Slavs went berserk with their unique secret methods, they were simply crazy beasts who only knew how to attack and didn't care about anything else.

More than two dozen unlucky people were smashed by the meteor hammers thrown out by the orcs, and even if they didn't feel any pain in the madness, but after their heads were smashed to pieces, they still died immediately.

Even among the weapons thrown by this group of militiamen, there were several ignited iron ball bombs, which exploded in the crowd of Slavic berserkers, and the flying shrapnel enveloped the surrounding berserkers.

Incredibly, apart from the fact that an extremely unlucky berserker was directly blown off half of his head by an iron ball bomb that exploded directly in his ear, there was no other direct result.

Because even though the flesh and blood of the flying shrapnel were blurred, the Slavic berserkers became more excited because of the wounds and bleeding, and Niu Dali looked at the city, and after a slight glance, he saw several berserkers with throwing guns or short axes in their shoulders and chests, and continued to charge like no one.

Lao Niu shook his head, the disadvantages of berserker's madness in this way still outweigh the benefits, even if these seriously injured berserkers were not killed on the spot, unless there was a Temple of Light for treatment regardless of the cost, they would definitely not survive.

It only took time to throw each other once, and the two sides were mixed together.

"Berserker leader Georgi. The leader of the middle-aged berserkers loudly announced his name to his opponents, who were accustomed to saying their names before slaying powerful opponents, but unfortunately, the opponent he found was the One-Horned Ogre Overseer.

The huge two-handed axe and the even more huge mace slashed and smashed each other continuously, and the moves of the two did not have any beauty, but the sparks splashed under the violent impact were extraordinarily brilliant.

The Slavs' secret ice and snow fighting spirit against the terrifying power of the one-horned ogre, the leaders of the two sides of the duel divided the victory and defeat in a few dozen breaths, the flint was repeatedly hard fighting, the blood in the stirring body churned, and a mouthful of hot blood surged from the throat to the mouth, and was forcibly swallowed back by him.

And his opponent, a seventeenth-level berserker among the Slavic tribes on the Silian Ice Field, the head of the Slavic Steel Guard Regiment of the Roland Empire, Georgi, burst into the tiger's mouth, and could no longer hold the big axe in his hand, and was thrown down by a mace of flint, and the head of the stick full of spikes directly hit his heavenly spirit cover.

Like vigorously smashing a watermelon, the rich juice splashed the face of the flint, and now the former chief thug of the Iron Lord, who had greatly increased his combat power, didn't even bother his face, and found a middle-aged leader who had killed several Minotaur warriors in a row.

Splatters of blood, severed limbs cut off by sharp blades, and a large number of corpses covered with wounds and bleeding before they died.

Such hand-to-hand combat was the most tragic, and in less than ten minutes the duel ended with the death of all 1,000 Slavic berserkers.

Although the combined size of the two sides was only 2,000 people, the hundreds of thousands of soldiers from the two countries who watched the battle were speechless for a long time because they were shocked by this incomparably bloody battle.

The Steellords' militia won, their strength and bravery undeniable, but the Slavic berserkers who fought to the death and did not retreat were equally worthy of respect.

The 1,000 militiamen of the Iron Leader in the field, counting those who were barely standing, actually had nearly 700 people, and they were still under the blessing of the war song, and no one cared about the wounds on their bodies at all.

"Roar, roar, roar......" A hippopotamus man with a one-handed long knife turned a blind eye to a terrifying wound on his round belly that almost saw his internal organs, and instead rhythmically struck his shield with his long knife, and at the same time roared at the Roland Empire army on the ninth city wall.

As quickly as a plague, all the surviving orc militia in the makeshift arena joined the ranks, and they also vigorously struck their shields and even their armor with their weapons, roaring wildly to show their bravery and fearlessness to the army of the Roland Empire.

The astonishing momentum generated by these seven hundred steel-collar militiamen, who were almost wounded all over their bodies, was not even half a point lower than the collective charge of thousands of troops and horses.

They roared on the field for more than ten minutes before they left the temporary gladiatorial arena with incomparable glory under the countless excited, admiring, and yearning eyes of the orc army.

During this period of time, the entire Roland Empire camp was silent, and the oppressive atmosphere was thick and frightening, and no one expected that the Slavic berserkers who were full of confidence in them would be defeated like this, and they were defeated so cleanly.

Governor Douglas and his careful attention from the corner of his eye were on the expression of the Emperor's envoy Brigg, the expression of the Minister of Military Intelligence at this time was indescribably hideous, he bit his lower lip tightly, his fists clenched, and the nails of his fingertips sank into the flesh of his palm.

It was a long time before Governor Douglas heard an extremely suppressed voice: "Clean up the battlefield immediately, and then let the 1st Division of the Royal Praetorian Guard come on the field, and tell their division commander that His Majesty Roland IX has said that only victory is allowed, not defeat." ”

The leader of the guard, who was serving beside him, ran to give the order as if he were amnesty, and then 3,000 soldiers of the Northern Legion were sent out to collect the berserkers who had died in battle.

The reason why it is said to be collected is because a large number of stumps, broken arms and corpse parts must be picked up to clean up......