"It's human. ”

At night, restless sparks leap across the jungle southwest of Chetsum, luring hungry orcs like red flowers.

"Tell Marlowe, it's like a human refugee. ”

The first to notice the movement at the city gate was the guards of the orc border outpost, but the orcs had poor eyesight at night, so they were not sure if they were human civilians fleeing, and they had to report to the commander-in-chief of the legion before taking blockade actions.

"We should be vigilant, human refugees have not appeared for half a month, and this sudden appearance may be a bait for the city's army. ”

The appearance of the human refugees soon caused an argument within the Orc Legion, with Adjutant Garur being wary of the sudden appearance of human refugees, but Legion Commander Marlowe was dismissive of Garur's concerns.

"Garur, do you know why you are still an adjutant and not a legion commander? is because you are too cowardly and too suspicious, orcs don't need so much suspicion, I just need to crush the enemy in front of me, what are humans? They are cowards. For thousands of years, have you seen a human officer who did not hide behind the city walls, but took the initiative to attack? No! Not before, and not now, our opponents cannot be so mentally retarded, and in the field, without numerical superiority, they cannot defeat the orcs. ”

Faced with the concerns of his lieutenant, the commander of the orc legion, Marlowe, looked disdainful and confidently educated his lieutenant.

"Pass the order, let the third brigade attack, and capture all these human refugees before dawn, **, I haven't mistreated prisoners of war for a long time, and my hands are starting to itch. ”

Roar, roar, the orc officer's order reached the orc brigade outside the southwest city gate, and thousands of orc infantry immediately picked up their guys and strode towards the grove where there were traces of human activity. In such a dark night, the torches of the orc army responsible for capturing the human refugees were even brighter than those of the human refugees, and the fiery red torches seemed to indicate that this would be a fierce battle.

Chetham South West Gate Trail.

"Abdul-Jabbar, the orcs are here. ”

The jungle trail, the commander of the human legion, Tarens, whispered to his orc comrades behind him.

"I know, keep walking, pick up the pace, don't stop. ”

The first time to participate in the battle as a commander, Abdul-Jabbar is actually full of anticipation at the moment, but also a little nervous, he used to fight alone, but this time he has to lead a team of two hundred people, although the number is not many, but he has no experience in actual combat command, I hope everything will go well next.

The night became thicker in such a dreary atmosphere, and the moon was almost completely hidden behind the dark clouds tonight due to the choice of a cloudy day, leaving only a thin light to spill into the trees.

"Run!"

Half an hour later, the footsteps of the orc infantry behind him gradually became clear. This is also the most critical time in the whole battle, how to convince these orcs that they are chasing human refugees, not the regular Chessem army. Jabbar couldn't help but let out a low sigh. The human infantry around him also obeyed the order and quickened their pace.

So, in the night, the orc infantry was behind, and the human soldiers were in front, and began to gallop in the jungle, like wild beasts in the field chasing their prey, a hunting map jumped on the paper, and in the jungle, the iron boots stepped on the mud and made a rapid stamping sound.

"Catch up with them, kill them, I haven't tasted human flesh in a long time, roar. ”

The human "refugees" ran faster and faster, the orc infantry chased more and more frenziedly, and the leading orcs couldn't wait to drink the blood of human civilians.

"Steady. ”

Jabbar led two hundred human warriors through the woods, leading the orc pursuers behind him into a trap that had already been laid out. Tarens personally led his men to ambush by the trap, waiting for the orc pursuers to enter the encirclement, waiting for the last dark cloud to completely bury the moonlight.

"It's now!"

The last dark clouds had covered the moonlight, and the jungle was suddenly left with only sporadic light of torches, and Human Commander Tarence shouted. In an instant, thousands of arrows were sent out from the depths of the dense forest, and with the sacks, the groups of orcs were hoisted, and the arrows were mercilessly shot into the bodies of the orc infantry.

Suddenly, a beastly howl came from the slaughterhouse in the middle of the jungle, and the orc soldiers who were still bloodthirsty just now suddenly turned into meat targets one by one, and dozens of orc soldiers in the vanguard team were directly shot into hedgehogs, and the thick blood covered the mud under their feet.

"***, now, follow me!"

A roar opened his throat, and also turned on Abdul-Jabbar's furious killing mode, after all, passing through the body of an orc, the orc's violent blood surged in Abdul-Jabbar's body, and when he saw the wild scene, no matter how rational Abdul-Jabbar was at the moment, he couldn't control the surging blood in his heart at the moment, and roared and charged at the orc in front of him.

The roar of the beast aroused the courage of the warriors around him, like the aura of war drums, the human soldiers around Jabbar suddenly boiled with blood, held their long swords, and rushed towards the orcs who had savagely killed their compatriots, on the scene, the hunters became prey, the center of the woodland became a hunting ground, thousands of orcs were divided into pieces in such a dark night, and there were human archers hunting in every place, and the scene was scattered with orc torches, and blood stained the earth red.

......

"Roar. ”

Holding a huge battle axe, the wolf king's skin behind him fluttered in the wind, feeling the call of primitive wildness, Jabbar used his battle axe to split the helmet of an orc infantry in front of him, and thick blood suddenly splashed on Jabbar's face.

It was really a barbaric era, and although it was not the first time to fight, such a bloody battle still made Jabbar feel that fortunately, he was an orc, and he was not afraid of blood and swords.

"Drive them into the swamp!"

The attack has begun, but the number of orcs is large after all, and it is impossible to kill them with bows and arrows and sword and shield assassinations alone, as long as the orcs recover from the attack and gain a firm foothold, the human army will be at a disadvantage at that time. The situation was not entirely rosy, and Tarence shouted to the soldiers around him to drive the remaining orcs to the designated position in an orderly manner. The messenger also quickly shuttled through the woods, transmitting the general's orders to the various squads as soon as possible.