The dwarven slave troops that had entered within a mile of the city walls had finally suffered a large number of casualties, not because Lord Modo had finally ordered to fire, but because the various tricks and traps he had arranged before had finally begun to exert their power. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

A dwarf squad worked together to carry a cloud ladder and ran hard, but suddenly the feet were soft, and the solid ground under their feet collapsed in an instant, revealing a large pit dozens of square meters large and more than three meters deep.

When the rest of the frightened dwarven warriors passed by, they were horrified to find that the bottom of the pit was actually viciously filled with sharp spikes, and those dwarves who were unlucky enough to fall were all pierced like blood gourds at this time, and this miserable appearance made their charging pace slow down.

But the problem is that the countless large pits dug by the little gnomes outside the defense line cannot be avoided by slowing down, these vicious pits are extremely well camouflaged on the surface, and they are held up with several supports below, and will only be triggered when more than twenty people step on them at the same time.

For a while, hundreds of blank spaces suddenly appeared in the phalanx of black pressure and dense charge, and each blank represented at least dozens of unlucky people who fell into the pit.

At the same time, even if they were lucky enough not to step on the pit, the shallow buried dense thistle terrestris could not dodge at all, and the dwarven warriors who charged at the front suddenly stopped their steps, and then jumped on one foot and wailed, but the dense charging formation could not allow them to do so.

The surging crowd of people behind surged over, knocking them to the ground directly after losing their center of gravity, and then countless pairs of big feet stepped directly on their bodies, and then more dwarves stepped on the vicious thistle, and at a distance of more than two hundred steps from the city, the dwarf formation of the charging was all out of order.

"Attention trebuchet, the target husks are firing with all their might. Seeing that the following crypt demons were within range of the heavy weapon, Modo finally roared and gave the order to fire.

The operators who had been holding on for a long time smashed open the bracket as if venting, and suddenly hundreds of large rocks and hundreds of ballistas as thick as tree trunks were fired out in a dense manner.

The dwarves who were still struggling to move forward in the various traps were terrified when they heard the sound of dense brackets, but now they didn't even have a room to dodge, and the shields in their hands had no effect at all against these large rocks and ballistas, they could only raise their heads helplessly, hoping that the target of those heavy equipment was not themselves.

Then their expectations were met, and the dwarves were pleasantly surprised to find that all the large boulders and ballistas had gone over their heads and smashed at the pesky crypt demons behind them.

Every large stone and ballista that successfully hit the target smashed a bloody alley among the Crypt Demons, and the shiny carapace on their bodies was so powerless under such an attack that the Crypt Demon Troops of more than 10,000 people lost at least one-fifth of their number in the blink of an eye.

Looking at the smashed flesh and blood of the cave demons, the dwarf slaves let out a long sigh in their hearts, fortunately the target was not them.

At this moment, a loud voice resounded through the battlefield at the head of the city: "Dwarf brothers, I am the commander-in-chief of the resistance army, Modo, you just act like you when you charge, we are all a family, as long as we are within a hundred steps under the city wall, we will not attack you." ”

At the same time, hundreds of dwarves suddenly appeared behind the city wall, and they shouted with strange tin horn barrels: "Dwarf compatriots, your life is your own, don't give the giants their strength to die, not only lose their lives, but also leave a stench in the history of the dwarves for thousands of years." ”

Such words simply spoke to the hearts of the dwarven slaves, originally they were forced to exist as cattle and horses in the army of the giant clan, if it weren't for the fact that their families were still under the control of the giants' remaining troops, they would have rebelled long ago;

Anyway, as long as they didn't continue to rush forward, it seemed that there would be no danger, so the dwarven slaves' originally fast charge suddenly turned into a turtle speed, and even the officers who had completely surrendered to the giants, cursed and kicked them wildly, could not make their movements move faster.

Then they looked at the dwarven officers, and the hands holding the weapons in their hands involuntarily began to exert force, and the dwarven officers in the dozen or so teams finally stopped kicking and beating their subordinates in fear in the face of the unkind eyes around them.

In the end, they could only let out a senseless roar and rushed to the city wall alone, and then a crisp musket rang out, and the dozen or so dwarven officers fell a hundred paces away from the city wall without exception, and the dense wounds on their bodies made them like sieves.

The Crypt Demons, who had endured a wave of trebuchets and ballistae, continued to charge at the orders of their commanders, believing that as long as they were within range of their own jets, they would be sure to let the Resistance untouchables know what a long-range attack was.

It's just that the imagination is beautiful, but the reality is cruel, there are still hundreds of paces away from the city wall, and their path is completely blocked by the dense dwarven slave troops in front of them, and the thick crowd has no possibility of letting them squeeze a way forward.

Just when they could not advance or retreat, the terrifying sound of the city wall sounded again, and another wave of dense stones and ballistas enveloped them, and the ten thousand crypt demons were once again reduced by two thousand.

"Blow the trumpet, let all these men get back! It seems that our opponent is very cunning, and these slaves will not be of much use in battle. The Giant Patriarch said to the higher-ups of the Three Clans Alliance.

The legendary powerhouses of the three clans are now all concentrated in the middle army of the Black Dragon clan, and a temporary earthen platform is regarded as the temporary headquarters of the three clans alliance, and none of the powerhouses of the three clans present are simple-minded characters, and they all understand the meaning behind the words of the giant patriarch.

The tactics of the commander on the other side, called Modo, were clumsy, but effective, and the rift between the main forces of the Trihorl Alliance and the slave forces was completely laid out and continued to expand.

In the following time, even if these slave troops were forcibly sent to the battlefield, not only would they not play any role, but they would greatly drag down the main force.

When the horn of retreat began to sound, the demons of the crypt began to retreat in desperation, and in the course of the retreat, stones and ballistas were fired from time to time, taking their lives.

In contrast, the dwarven slave troops retreated slowly in a neat formation, looking so leisurely, even though their unsuspecting backs were completely exposed to the walls, even if not even a small pebble had been thrown down on them.