Walter walked away in a huff. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

He walked very awkwardly, and when he ran to the Tulun fortress in a hurry, he tripped over a stone and fell into the mud.

Because he knew that once Yifeng made up his mind, he would not change it. He was even more afraid that Yifeng would suddenly change his mind and leave his head behind.

Walter was greeted with collective boos and mocking laughter to cover up the shame.

Erabella didn't smile, she looked straight in the direction of the orc formation, and said quietly.

"Yifeng, did I do something wrong?"

The thought of how many people would die in the ensuing battle made Irabella feel a pang of heartache.

Yifeng understood Irabela's pain very well, and he gently held her soft pancreas and comforted her gently.

"That's right! You're not wrong! It's the orcs who are wrong! They underestimate our bloodiness too much! It's the way of the world that's wrong! On the contrary, I'm glad that you're doing a good job! Our princess has finally grown up and knows how to take responsibility!"

Ilabera Xiafei cheeks, eyes rolling, and said.

"How can it be as good as you say?"

Yifeng's heart suddenly softened, and he just wanted to say something tender and sweet. Suddenly, I felt that everyone's eyes were like a hook, and they looked straight at themselves.

"What are you looking at me for?

Erabella glanced at Yifeng angrily. This guy doesn't look at what time it is? In front of the public, is it really good to say these meaty words?

She twitched her hand gently, but Yifeng, a cheeky guy, turned a blind eye and held it tightly.

Maginot quickly turned his back and looked up at the blue sky.

And Alkins, a faceless and skinless guy, sneered.

"The big guys are waiting for you to come up with ideas! Boss, you can speak. How should this city be defended? Haven't you always had a way to deal with the orcs?"

"How to defend it?"

Yifeng glared at him angrily.

This defending the city is not a simple job, it is not like a field battle can play a lot of tricks, like building a wall, it has to come steadily, the test is the staying power and patience of both sides.

"Isn't it!?"

Alkins had always wanted to get a closer look at Breeze Strategy. This answer disappointed him.

"Why not?"

Yifeng said with a smile.

"If you don't use such terrain and choose to fight with orcs in the field, you're a fool!"

The reason why the fortress of Toulon is so steep is that it is stuck at the junction halfway up the mountain, and in front of it is a sloping land, and the terrain is narrow, which can only accommodate a few thousand people to attack, or the kind that needs to be attacked from the back. This is also the reason why orcs would rather choose to negotiate than attack.

Yifeng's big hand pointed to the steep slope below, and with a wave of his big hand, he was proud to dry the clouds.

"Just let the orcs drain it here!"

..........

Having said that, once the fight really starts, it is definitely not as simple as it says.

As soon as the battle had been fought for a few times, Yifeng suddenly felt a kind of pressure on his face.

Directly below him, a fierce orc, wielding a mace and climbing a ladder in one hand, was crawling above the city, armed with several arrows, but extremely brave.

"Hurry up and let go of the rolling wood!"

Yifeng jumps up and down like a monkey.

The thick rolling log was lifted by several strong men, and pushed it under the city wall, and suddenly rolled down in a row of mountains and seas. Before the orc warrior could utter a sigh, he was carried down the ladder by the massive inertia of the rolling log. In the blink of an eye, you can't live. The castration of the rolling log did not stop, and it gradually slowed down after rolling down the steep slope dozens of meters away, and everywhere it went, there were people turning on their backs.

Before Yifeng could catch his breath, he saw a pair of orc squads covered by more than a dozen wooden shields, rushing up, and they held a huge log together, heading straight for the city gate. This is a battering ram, which is the most harmful to the city gates.

"Pour out the oil!"

Yifeng was so angry that his voice was hoarse.

As the hot oil poured down, a puff of green smoke rose from below, mixed with the pained howls of the orcs, and the smell of roasted meat was almost disgusting. An orc covered in iron armor threw down the shield in his hand, covered his face and staggered out, a layer of terrifying blisters appeared on his face at a speed visible to the naked eye, and shouted in his mouth.

"My face, my eyes! I can't see anything!"

An arrow feather flew out of nowhere through his grown mouth, and it was only then that his bitter wail ended.

However, this is not the scariest thing. Above the city tower, a soldier lit a torch with a cruel smile on his face, and threw it down, and suddenly a fire rose under the city tower, and the flames rose half a person high, and even Yifeng felt that the heat was unstoppable.

In an instant, the gates of the city became a sea of fire. In the midst of the fire, several burning men waved their arms in vain, ran back a few steps, and then curled up and rolled on the ground in pain, and finally reduced to a mass of black coal.

This is war!

In just one prayer, the orcs had launched three waves of attacks, each of which numbered more than a thousand. Beneath the walls of the fortress of Toulon was already covered with a thick layer of corpses, both orcs and defenders.

And that's just the beginning. As soon as an attack was repulsed, another team came up, led by a commander of a thousand people, with an axe in his hand, and under the cover of the guards, he rushed forward with his head muffled, while shouting to encourage things.

Think about your wives and children, if we can't break through this fortress, if we can't bring back food and wealth, they will all starve to death and freeze to death!"

War is a disaster for either side. The same goes for orcs. They also struggle to survive by starting wars, and without enough food, their families will not be able to survive the long winters.

Hearing this person's demagogy, the orcs suddenly became noisy, and some even simply tore off their armor, half-naked chest, brandished the chain hammer in their hands, and screamed excitedly.

"Fight, fight with them! There is still a way to live, and there is only one way to die in the future!"

There is no mercy in war. Yifeng sighed, pulled an elven marksman in his hand, and pointed at the thousand-legged commander.

"This person can't stay! After his agitation, the orc's combat power will increase by a few points. I've heard that all of you elves are marksmen, so you can be sure to take him down!"

The reason why Yifeng said this is because this commander is cunning, his body is tightly blocked by the shield, and occasionally leaning out, he can only see a tightly wrapped body wrapped in iron armor. It's hard to hit him.

The elf narrowed his eyes, stuck out his tongue and licked his thumb, tested the wind speed, measured the distance, and then patted his chest and smiled.

"General, take a look!"

But he quickly pulled out an arrow feather from the arrow, put it on the bow, pulled it into a full moon, and then loosened the string violently.

Hearing a soft buzzing sound, the orc just raised his head to look up, and felt a cold star flash in his eyes, and immediately covered his eyes and fell on his back. The arrow was struck in the eye, piercing through the skull.

"Master Thousand is dead!"

I don't know which orc shouted at the top of his voice. Suddenly the orcs were in chaos. Like all armies, once the commander is killed, the force will inevitably be scattered.

"Well done!

Yifeng watched as he quickly dragged the corpse of the thousand-year-old, pulled his legs and began to retreat, and Yifeng slapped the elven archer on the shoulder with satisfaction.

"General Xie!"

The shooter crooked his mouth, and suddenly he couldn't be happy. Yi Feng has always been stingy with money, and he almost clearly marked the price, how much it would cost to kill an orc. The commander was an officer, and the lucky elf must have gained a lot of money.

This should be the last attack of the day.

The desolate trumpets blew, and the orcs receded like a tidal wave.

Yifeng exhaled a long breath and sat on the ground, feeling sore all over, and didn't want to move a finger.

"Fortunately, the orcs are not good at siege, and they don't have a weapon to siege the city!"

He muttered to himself. (To be continued.) )