"Kill, kill, kill, these humans can't hold on~haha~"

To the north of the city of Burt, the sound of Berg-Blackhoof's drums resounded throughout the battlefield, and after making a decision, Berg-Blackhoof did not hesitate at all, and directly invested most of his troops the next day to continue to put pressure on the garrison camp. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Due to the normal development of the entire battle plan, Eren who was guarding the camp has always maintained a weak force, which continues to give the centaurs the illusion that as long as they fight again, the humans on the opposite side will collapse.

The intense fighting lasted five days, and the defenses outside the camp were largely destroyed by the centaurs, and now fighting was being fought around the camp's unreliable wooden fence.

And to create a situation that seems to be so favorable to the centaurs, bloodshed and fighting are naturally indispensable.

In the course of five days, regardless of the losses caused by the surprise attack of the human archers that day, the centaurs advanced to such an extent that they lost nearly four hundred centaur warriors, that the corners of Berg-Blackhoof's eyes couldn't help but jump a few times after hearing the battle damage report.

"It is worthy of a strong army that can dominate an entire race, and with such a weak body, they can inflict such losses on our tribe, and I am now interested in meeting the human commander in this camp after the camp has been breached. ”

Berg-Blackhoof, who was at the rear of the entire formation, said to the centaur elders beside him, full of victorious attitudes, and the centaur elders who had some ideas before now showed an expression of approval.

Without him, the situation is different.

When they first came to Burt City, the towering bluestone walls made them feel a burst of despair, and the only human army camp that looked like a breakthrough still had doubts in their hearts, for fear that it was a trap deliberately exposed by humans.

And as the war has progressed so far, they have also 'understood' that this seemingly trap camp is really a human 'flaw', and it is very likely that it is just a 'stupid' decision made by the human chief who was too proud to defeat their centaurs on a whim.

After all, according to their observations, the strength of this human camp is actually not very large, and under the continuous fighting, the remaining human forces now seem to be a little overstretched even to defend the fence of their camp.

And after the army that had been slaughtered from the north gate last night, numbering about two thousand, had been discovered and driven back by the army in the camp, the entire centaur procession, from Berg-Blackhoof to the common people below, was convinced that victory was at hand.

And the two thousand human troops who were beaten back by them were probably the only remaining armies in the entire human city, and the thought of destroying most of the human army's military power and leaving no obstacles to future raids made Berg-Blackhoof tremble with excitement in his heart.

Destroying the human camp can allow him to maintain his current reputation and even go further, and if he can destroy most of the military strength of the human race, and make the entire human region become a supply ground for the Blackhoof tribe, after a certain period of digestion, he is even confident that he will lead his Blackhoof tribe to make a career in the center of the Great Plains.

Under the temptation of such huge benefits, all the uneasiness and hesitation in my heart were suppressed, and I vowed to completely break through the human camp.

......

Inside the city of Boult, Giggs leisurely held a cup of tea and listened to his subordinates' report on the overall situation outside the city.

"Since the beginning of the war, we have suffered more than 2,000 casualties, but because it is divided between the two divisions, the mood and fighting spirit of the soldiers have not had any effect. ”

"And today, it seems that the camp is about to be breached, and the attack of the centaurs on the opposite side has suddenly increased by a level, if there are really only two or three thousand troops left in the camp, it will collapse in less than a day under such an offensive. ”

Giggs subconsciously wiped the edge of the teacup with his thumb and said interestingly.

"The Centaurs are attacking aggressively, which shows that our plan has been successful so far. And since they have obediently jumped into the pit, we naturally cannot live up to their wishes, fill them with soil and let them close their last breath. “

"Pass the order, plan begins, get everyone ready!"

Giggs gently put down the teacup and said slowly to the subordinates in front of him, as if in his eyes, this war was just as trivial as he put down the teacup.

To the north of the city, a residential area that had been cut off during the pre-battle preparations was now devoid of any houses, and a high wall prevented all the people of the city from prying eyes.

Fifteen silver-white planes were neatly lined up in three columns, and as the commander of the entire flight echelon, Wright couldn't help but feel a little excited when he looked at the order in his hand at this time.

"Is it finally going to start?"

In a small valley ten kilometers north of the city of Burth, Alfur unfolded the letter he had taken from the carrier pigeon, and couldn't help but laugh at his subordinates.

"The plan is finally going to begin, Made, the mouth is about to fade out of the bird here~ Order the brothers to pack up their things and prepare to send those four-hoofed guys to hell~"

In the camp north of the city, Allen, who had just finished inspecting the wounded soldiers, listened to the report of his subordinates and gave orders with an indifferent face.

"Let everyone polish my knives! After putting up with these brutes for so long, it's time to show our true strength. “

The camp was close to the city wall of Boult, and several tank drivers looked uneasy, this was their first actual battle, and the pressure in their hearts was naturally a little great.

A driver who looked more stable stood up and said, "Everyone, this is the time to correct our name, and it is time for the principal's trust and cultivation to repay a little~"

All of this shows that the war machine of this garrison is in full operation, and at this time, the centaurs are still dreaming of their dream of breaking through the human camp in one fell swoop tomorrow.

......

The next day, there were no clouds and the sky was shining.

Berg's Black Hoof drew the swarthy spear representing his chieftain's authority from behind and stood at the front of the centaur procession.

Without any words, his actions were the best words, and under the reverent gaze of many centaurs, Berg's Blackhoof's gaze was locked to the crumbling human camp.

The distinctive neighing of the centaurs resounded on the battlefield, translated into Elven that is.

Attack!(To be continued.) )