Colorful banners and horns were blazing, and the expeditionary force of the city of Sarnia marched mightily across the snowy fields of the gravel wasteland, and the winter sun reflected a cold and dazzling light on the new and bright armor and weapons.

At the front of the procession, mighty knights rode on the tall horses of the gods, wearing elaborate and beautiful armor, scarlet cloaks on their backs, and crowns flying in the wind.

On the kite-shaped shields in their hands, the colorful badges proudly show their noble family and honor, and everything shows that they are strong and brave warriors.

The knights were followed by rows of archers marching on foot, their longbows straddling their backs, their waists filled with straight and delicate arrows, their tail feathers trimmed neatly, and the bodies of the arrows polished with tung oil, a luxury weapon that only humans could use on the continent.

These archers have neat steps, their palms swinging during their walks, their eyes are eagle-eyed, and they are always vigilant to pay attention to the movements around them, and once there is the slightest abnormality, the bows and arrows in their hands will definitely react at the first time.

In the middle of the procession were nearly a thousand sturdy oak wagons, laden with meat, wheat flour, tents, and wine for the knights, all dragged by the most adept and endurable bantams, moving slowly, but with each steady step leaving footprints on the ground.

The left and right guards of the cart guarded the heavy infantry, and these burly warriors wore elaborate chain mail jackets and armor, and held spears in their hands. With a tower shield of various colors painted on its back, and a sharp, glittering sword on its back, anyone who dares to approach the grain grass will be met with their cold counterattack.

At the end of the suppression were the cavalry in chain mail, armed with knightly spears and kite-shaped shields several feet long, and the equipment on these cavalry was far from comparable to that of the knights at the front of the ranks, but the bloody eyes in their eyes were far more vigorous than those noble knights.

The whole team was well-paced, disciplined, and morale was high. Colorful pennants and long tuxetails flutter in the wind. Everything declares that this is a strong, noble, invincible and irresistible army. Of course, all the sergeants thought so in their hearts.

The team is on a small hillside in the distance. A few white-furrished heads cautiously surveyed the marching army. Xia Zuo's eyes flashed with a ghostly light, and the corners of his mouth rolled into a dead smile, after carefully observing this expeditionary force of Sarnia. Xia Zuo's grasp in his heart was immediately much greater.

Of course, the strength of this well-equipped expeditionary force is beyond doubt, almost all of them are a team composed of nobles, and the well-equipped army far exceeds that of ordinary armies, and the number of cavalry is even more exaggerated to account for more than sixty percent.

And the cavalry that occupies the main force in these human armies has instead become the reason for Xia Zuo's laughter, not to mention the strength of these cavalry, just looking at the equipment of those cavalry makes Xia Zuo can't help but admire the brain of the leader of this army.

Not to mention the cavalry team of more than 5,000 people, let's say that the heavy cavalry of up to 1,000 people who led the cavalry at the front, the burly body of tall horses, whether it was a knight or a war horse, were the elite of a thousand, and these knights were all protected by steel plate armor made of stainless steel, even if they were only covered by a fence helmet that did not obstruct the line of sight.

The tall war horse under the crotch is also protected by layers of heavy chain mail, this is the most lethal of the human expeditionary force, once it charges the enemy, it is definitely wilder than the thousands of bison in the Bison River Valley.

But with such a strong combat power, how much combat power can be preserved in the snow-covered wasteland, Xia Zuo expressed his doubts!

Similarly, those heavy infantry wearing jumpsuit armor were also limited in their performance on the snowfield, and Xia Zuo was most worried about the more than 2,000 elite archers in the opposing team.

The Kampas do not have long-range power, and the only long-range strikes are short-range offensive methods such as javelins and stone throws, but like long-range offensive methods such as bows and arrows, repeaters or ballistas, which require precise craftsmanship, the craftsmanship of the Kampas is far from the standard for making such precision weapons.

And the Campas Orcs' tendency to kill Red-Eye once they fight also makes it difficult for them to keep their composure as long-range shooters.

In previous battles, the human army was often led by a small number of cavalry, before the orc army approached, first sent a hail-like long-range strike, so that the orc army suffered heavy losses, the armies of the two sides collided together, the soldiers on the front line fought anxiously, and the long-range strikes in the back row could continue to cause damage to the soldiers in the back row of the orcs.

It can be said that compared with the human army, the only shortcoming of Kampas is the long-range force.

More than two thousand archers were enough to inflict at least half of the casualties on Xia Zuo's army before they could fight them.

Next to the heads of the "Boss", Marcus's white furry head popped up again.

"Are you ready?" Xia Zuo retracted his head, asked in a low voice, and then nodded happily, "It's all ready, just wait for these humans to arrive!"

"Very good!" Xia Zuo smiled and praised, looking at the human expeditionary force in the distance and going deeper and deeper into the wasteland, and muttered in his mouth, "Heavy cavalry, heavy infantry, and so many heavy axles, I want to see how you get through the Bison River Valley!"

In winter, the banks of the Bison River Valley are covered with snow, and the thick layer of snow deposited in one winter greatly reduces the distance between the two sides of the Bison River Valley, but the seemingly flat snow field, it is nothing for a person to walk on it, but so many heavily armored soldiers and large axles can easily cause avalanches.

This is the opportunity that Xia Zuo is waiting for, even if there is no avalanche, it is not easy for so many heavy equipment to cross the cliffs hanging on both sides, and this is the place where Xia Zuo is preparing to attack, just like Delong said, when the other party crosses the river, take advantage of the other party's inattention, and give these noble and powerful human expeditionary forces a ruthless blow.

Nothing alone stopped the intrepid human expeditionary force, and their unhindered march all the way to the south bank of the Bison River was finally hindered by the moat in the gravel wasteland.

At the front of the human army, there is a small group of people with the most gorgeous armor, followed by dense pennants, surrounded by elite knights in heavy armor, and their faces are full of pride, this is the team of the leaders of the human expeditionary force.

The most conspicuous in the crowd was undoubtedly the most noble Earl Sidwar, the eldest son of the Chancellor of the Rodman Empire, possessing a burly body, dressed in a gorgeous lacquer-blue jumpsuit of heavy armor, a golden hair neatly combed, and deep blue eyes full of anger, so that the surrounding nobles did not dare to approach this angry noble lord.

From the time they reached the Bison River Valley to the present, the army had been hindered for half a day, and apart from the fact that their heavy equipment could not cross the river, the half-day discussion full of nonsense had not yielded any results, which made Sidwar, who was already unhappy with the speed of the army's march, even more angry.

And another great man who can comfort Sidwar at such a time, the noble emissary of the Imperial Titan Cult, the mysterious emissary who wears a deep black hood even when he bathes, is unfortunately also burning in anger, and has even taken the lives of several scouts for this.

The reason is nothing more than the strategic policy proposed by this emissary in the name of the great Titan, and vigorously advocated by the evil god, using the power of the Titan, gathering the orcs in the wasteland, distributing weapons and armor to them to open the way for the expeditionary force of Sarnia City, which can not only reduce the losses of the Sarnian coalition army, but also show the divine power of the great Titan.

Borrowing the power of orcs?Even these simple nobles and lords thought it was a stupid idea, but they didn't want to offend the Titan Cult, which was growing in the Rodman Empire.

And this mysterious messenger once again revealed the divine power of the god Titan, went deep into the wasteland alone, and actually gathered the orcs in the wasteland, so that the expeditionary force of Sarnia had an army of 10,000 people in many places.

It also once made these noble lords feel that it was their mortal wisdom that it was difficult to understand the divine grace of the great Titan, and everything was going smoothly, and now the only trouble is that the more than 10,000 orcs who received human equipment suddenly and mysteriously disappeared after entering the wasteland.

Perhaps the great god Titan did not give instructions to the noble Titan, since entering the wasteland, the Titans have always wanted to contact the orc army, but today, more than ten days have passed, but nothing has been found.

"Damn! Damn! How long are you going to wait here?When the rainy season comes, will the snow melt?" and waving his horsewhip angrily, the noble Earl roared, "I don't care what I do, I must cross this damned buffalo valley with everything tomorrow at the latest, remember!

The Earl couldn't even think of what kind of stupid head could flash such a spark when he had made the stupid suggestion of abandoning the axle weight before, how could they fight the orcs without armor and food?

"Boss, why haven't they moved?" Under the snow on the north bank of the Bison River Valley, Xia Zuo led people to lie motionless in the snow nest, and Tara on his side whispered in Xia Zuo's ear to ask, those people on the other side have been staying for most of the day, and the sneak attack they prepared without crossing the river is all in vain? (To be continued......