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The expected battle did not take place on this position, and the whole battle scene looked a little dull, and it was not until the third day that the first life was lost in this war.

The centaurs who had destroyed the potholes on the road had basically damaged all the potholes in three days, even if the ground was not very flat, but the uneven ground was much better than the previous pits.

After dealing with the horseshoe pits, the centaurs came to the second line of defense of the camp, and the position of the horses and thistles greatly slowed the speed of the centaurs, which would be fifty meters away from the camp but exactly within the range of the bow and arrow.

So the centaurs, who had been accustomed to the lack of human reaction in the past three days, were a little stunned by this sudden rain of arrows, and dozens of centaur bodies fell to the ground in an instant.

Even if the centaurs were lucky enough not to die immediately, there was no hope after they fell, and the blood in their bodies was constantly lost due to the rampant thistles, and they could only meet the arrival of death in silent fear.

"Enemy attack!"

The only effect of the belated roar was to bring some of the centaurs, who had been shot in their bodies and were still a little confused, to their senses and distance themselves from the horses.

After retreating twenty meters, successfully out of the effective range of most of the arrows, the centaurs drew their carefully wrapped short spears in the roar of several centaur warriors.

"Give these damned humans a taste of the invincible short spear throwing of the centaur warriors, who have vilely attacked our people, and they will be paid with blood!"

In the midst of the team's Centaur Commander's high-pitched declaration, the entire centaur team suddenly let out a high-pitched hissing sound.

The officer of the garrison, who was responsible for directing the archers to continue to advance and shoot suppression, looked at the strange movements of the centaurs with some confusion, and did not have time to give accurate orders for a while.

The centaur team pushed back a short distance, then raised its pole-iron-tipped spear high in its right hand, and its four hooves leaped forward in a seemingly well-coordinated and aesthetically pleasing stride.

Until their steps reach the starting point of the retreat, from the hooves to the thighs, from the thighs to the torso, from the torso to the waist, and then to twist, arm wave, hand flick, wrist press.

The poignant sound of breaking the air came into his ears, and the pupils of the officer commanding this archer unit shrank suddenly, and his body, which had practiced the secret method for several years, subconsciously squatted, and then rolled to the side and back.

As soon as he left his original position, he heard the constant sound of "poof" into the flesh, the screams of some soldiers, and the sight he saw when he looked up, which made his eyes split.

The poles of some of the short spears that had been inserted into the ground were still trembling, but the short spears that had successfully penetrated the soldiers of the garrison were now exuding an incomparable ferocity, for this scene had already confirmed their power.

Many of the soldiers were pierced through their chests with their spears, and their sharp protrusions had even penetrated to the other side of their bodies, telling the surrounding guards about their metallic fangs.

There is no need to describe the misery of the soldiers whose heads were lost by the short spears, but the red and white viscous liquid is enough to make those who see it unable to eat for several days.

It's just that in the eyes of this garrison officer, these dead soldiers are still luckier than those who are still wailing, at least they don't have to feel the pain for so long.

These soldiers, who were pierced through the stomach, arms, and thighs with short spears, were either constantly struggling at this time, trying to stop the continuous blood from the wounds, or sending out miserable cries for help to their comrades, and the scene was very chaotic for a while.

"It's just that it's all in vain~"

The officer of the garrison examined the wounds of several people and said silently inwardly.

Once the short spear that had been opened in the blood groove pierced the body, with the help of powerful power, the scale of bleeding could not be stopped by the garrison medical system, and this could already declare the final result of these wounded soldiers.

Death.

These were only momentary thoughts in the mind of this garrison officer, and only a dozen seconds had passed on the scene, and after noticing that the centaur team seemed to have the intention of doing it again, he immediately ordered loudly.

"Retreat! Retreat for me! The wounded can take what they can take away, and what they can't take away are put here, and they are ready to do it again!"

Under the threat of life and death, these soldiers burst out at a higher speed than usual training, and quickly retreated towards the interior of the camp, and as the camp gate was closed, the entire human camp seemed to have no movement for a while.

The scene of the guards fleeing in a hurry also made the centaurs laugh wildly, and made some exaggerated insulting gestures towards the garrison camp, which made the onlookers excited and let out a piercing neigh.

And Berg-Blackhoof, who had been serious and frowning before, also showed a rare smile.

The guard team has not made any moves before, so he is still a little bottomless in his heart, and he doesn't know what tricks humans are playing.

Today, however, he was pleasantly surprised by the surprise of the human archers, because he could get a glimpse of the opposing army, and he was not much pleased with the casualties inflicted by the centaurs on the human soldiers.

According to his visual measurements, the human archers who came out just now were about five hundred, and with the strength that might be retained, Berg Blackhoof estimated that the human archers on the other side were about a thousand.

According to the size of the camp and the information obtained from some human leading parties, there should be 3,000 to 4,000 melee soldiers in the human camp in front of them, that is, the centaur tribe is facing about 5,000 humans.

Berg Black Hoof would never have imagined that the situation inside the camp was that there were guards crammed into a group in each barracks, and the archers just now were only Allen's deliberately exposed strength.

And Berg Blackhoof unwittingly fell into the trap carefully prepared for them by humans in his own thinking, but because of this temptation, Berg-Blackhoof thought that he had made a profit.

Even judging from the performance of the human race just now, the desire in Berg's Black Hoof to take down this human military camp is even stronger, after all, wouldn't it be better if he could maintain his position as a chief without relying on those centaur elders, and even further increase his prestige? )