Driving away the enemy's routs to storm their own formations was a trick that was skillfully used in the hands of the Huns. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThose pigman soldiers fled in a panic and did obey the will of the Huns, their small eyes were the size of mung beans, only their own well-organized main formation was the safest enemy, so almost all the pig soldiers rushed towards the main formation, not caring whether it would cause chaos in the main formation because of their own impact, because their small brain capacity could not think of these complex things at all.

"Stop, order your people to stop at once, and never let them storm the formation, or everyone will suffer!" Seeing those stupid pigmen driven by the enemy and rushing towards the formation, the anxious canine patriarch Doug Greypaw was eager to grab Drew Blackhoof's neck and shout a loud order. However, Drew Blackhoof's muscular body and small eyes full of cold and cruel eyes reminded Doug Greypaw that although this pigman was stupid, he could not be easily provoked, so Doug could only yell at Drew Blackhoof patiently, and did not step forward.

"Hmph, your canine life is valuable, but my pig life is not valuable, let your people get out of the way and let the pig people into battle!" Drew Blackhoof doesn't care if he rushes into battle or not, he only cares about the safety of his own people. Besides, why don't the canines and the swordhorns let the pigmen into the battle? To put it bluntly, these guys still look down on the pigs, and they still want to reduce the population of the pigs with human hands, and Drew Blackhoof doesn't plan to turn a blind eye to this kind of thing.

"Idiot!" Moro Sharphorn, who had been silent on the side, coldly dropped a sentence, and then completely ignored Drew Blackhoof, who was angered by himself, and ordered loudly to the herald of the clan: "All Swordantelope pitchers are ready, and those who dare to attack the formation, whether they are orcs or humans, will be killed!"

Drew Blackhoof's order made Drew Blackhoof furious when he heard this, and he strode forward, grabbed Moro Sharphorn by the neck, bared his fangs and threatened, "If you dare to kill one of my people, I will want your Swordhorn clan to pay for your life!"

"Let it go, you stupid pig! Moro is saving everyone's lives, if you pig warriors are allowed to rush into battle, then the formation will be in chaos, and those humans will definitely take the opportunity to attack this formation!" Doug Greypaw couldn't hold back, and quickly stepped forward to grab Drew Blackhoof's arm and explained to it loudly.

"Fart, we orcs are the masters of this wasteland, even if those humans rush into this formation, it is just to send them to death, when will the orcs still be afraid of those human attacks?

"You ......" seemed to be completely speechless by Drew's unexpected stupidity, and Doug Greypaw didn't know what to say for a while.

However, just when the three patriarchs were fighting among themselves, the pigman soldiers had already rushed towards their own formation, and those swordantelope pitchers resolutely threw their short spears at the charging pig soldiers after a slight hesitation.

Under the fierce attack of a short spear, several pig warriors who approached the formation were nailed to the ground alive by the short spear. This wave of attacks from their own formation made those pig warriors unable to react for a while, they stopped, stared at their small eyes at their fellow clans who were nailed to the ground by short spears, and then blinked at the swordantelope pitchers who threw short spears in their formation, and couldn't figure out what was going on in their minds for a while. They couldn't figure out why they were obviously on the same side of the beast clan, why did these swordantle pitchers attack themselves, could it be that the swordantelope pitchers did not allow themselves to enter the formation?

Under the constant urging of the rumbling sound of horses' hooves getting closer and closer behind them, those pig warriors out of the instinct of survival, some of the peripheral warriors neighed, dragged the mace in their hands and killed the human cavalry, anyway, they can't go back to their own formation, so even if they die, they have to drag those humans to be buried;

In fact, the swordantelope pitcher really didn't dare to kill all the pig warriors like this, the wave of spears just now was just to deter the pig warriors, who knew that the minds of those pig warriors were too simple, and they couldn't understand the meaning at all.

The pig warriors who wanted to return to the formation simply ignored the words of the dog warriors in front of them who kept shouting loudly ordering them to go around the sides of the formation, and still rushed towards the formation, as if only a crowded place would make them feel safe.

Although there were rows of elite canine warriors outside the formation, their claws in their hands were as sharp as knives, and the two rows of fangs and sharp teeth in their mouths were constantly barking, the pig warriors rushed into the formation with their strong physique and inch thick mud armor, knocking those canine warriors into the air, squeezing them away, plowing out gaps in the formation, and also setting off a chaos in the orc formation.

Seeing that those pig orcs really rushed into the enemy's position for the army as expected, a veteran of the Hun Legion with two fox tail tassels on his leather helmet had a triumphant smile on his face, and his face as rough as orange peel was even more distinct.

"Sons, the heroic spirits of the ancestors are watching us, shooting your bows and arrows, wielding your sabers, and slaying every enemy who stands!" cried the veteran suddenly from his galloping horse. With the order of the veteran, a burst of passionate flutes sounded, and thousands of cavalrymen in the front row of the Hun cavalry corps shot in the direction of the orc main formation.

After the arrow was fired, without looking at the result, the cavalry immediately put away their riding bows, raised their swords, and slaughtered the orcs with a strange cry in their mouths. A rain of arrows shot the orc formation, which was already chaotic because of the pig warrior collision, and turned a person on his back, and a row of canine warriors were nailed to the ground by the arrows that came from the rapid fire, and the entire orc formation was like a bite of a big cake, revealing a gap.

Although this gap is not too big, it is enough for the Hun cavalry to attack along this gap. The Hun cavalry, led by a platoon of heavy cavalry, rushed into the orc formation with the short spear projection of the sword-antelope pitcher.