The army of 300,000 orcs bathed in the red morning sun, black pressure like a torrent rushing, straight to the gate of Kannadon, the main force in the place of three arrows did not move, three elites like three arrows, in a gong and drum sound, straight to the head of the city to attack and run, 50,000 orcs fangs exposed, thick arms clenched maces, green tendons entangled, bloodthirsty eyes hideous and ruthless, as if to tear apart anything in front of the object.

Ignoring the stinky and restless breath of the orcs who came from the attack, and ignoring the orc commanders who were watching the battle situation in the rear, the city of Kanna was as quiet as ever, only the orcs shouted and gasped under the city walls, this strange tranquility produced a grand depression for no reason, the air around the city of Kanna seemed to be sluggish, and the orcs in the attack and running ran more and more frantically, and only by destroying everything could they get out of the depression in their hearts, or they would be destroyed. This oppression was felt even by the orc commanders far behind, and their hearts became inexplicably heavy, and An Luoda subconsciously felt that the city of Kanna in front of him was like a monster from hell, lying there quietly, waiting to devour the blood food sent to the door.

This maddening tranquility did not last long, with a blazing red light rising into the sky, a blast of cannon resounded throughout the plain, as if breaking the silence of the water surface of a boulder, under the sudden vibration of the cannon, many orc soldiers who had just climbed up to the city panicked for a while, screamed and fell down the city, the orcs went down to the soldiers and went up to Anroda, the tense depression relaxed for no reason, but then there was a burst of uncomfortable fatigue and weakness, somewhere in the city, a middle-aged man surrounded by the generals was laughing: "Husband and fighter, win with the right combination, Lao Tzu's first meal is silent and sound, flat ground thunder, haha, turtle sons, enjoy the next delicious food, hehe. ”

With the sound of cannons, the ambush soldiers who had long been ambushed under the female wall showed their bloodthirsty minions, and rows of pikemen stood up at the head of the city, spears with a cold breath, and stabbed at the orc soldiers who had just climbed the city wall and were stunned by the sound of cannons and the enemy who suddenly stood in front of them. The ticking sound of blood scattered on the ground has become the main theme between heaven and earth at this moment, and the sound makes people's teeth ache and make people's stomachs twitch. After the pikemen, there are rows of archers, the front row aims at the enemy in front of them, draws the bow like a full moon and shoots arrows like a meteor, how vicious and spicy how to shoot, eyes, throat is the first choice, the next three roads are basically not considered, and they can't shoot after thinking about it, their own people in front of them block the view, there are brothers in front of them who carry spears to carry the enemy, we can aim calmly, and then if you don't shoot well, then you don't feel good, and you're sorry for yourself! The archers in the back row pulled the bowstring and looked into the sky to shoot, the arrow was not to shoot the birds in the sky, the arrows like flying locusts flew into the sky with pressure, and then one turned around and rushed down, just fell on the head of the orcs running under the city, and the head was shot without having time to make a sound, and a straw-like arrow was inserted in the hairy bald head, and one fell to the ground, and then was trampled into a meatloaf by the orcs behind and spread on the plain. Those who were hit by arrows in their limbs or other parts, or lay or sit on the ground and fell to the ground, some of them begged for help, and some of them couldn't ask for help, and they picked up a big stick and slammed their legs at the broken heart and saw that they were not saved, but then they were chopped off by the law enforcement soldiers who rushed over. After a few rounds of arrow rain, the attacking formation of 50,000 orcs was like a crop field that had been ravaged by locusts, and large blank areas appeared, and the sparse formation no longer had that sharp aura.

In the rear, under An Luoda's long eyebrows, the yellow-orange eyes stared at the battle situation ahead, the pikemen at the head of the city were about 20,000, and the archers were about 15,000, according to intelligence, Jeno had about 50,000 troops, it is estimated that there were still some reserves, in terms of number comparison, the 50,000 elite troops on their own side of the siege did not have any advantage, although the orcs were brave and fierce, but they could not stand the arms of each other, the spearmen's nearly three-meter spears stabbed you from afar, and your mace was only half of the spear, and the archers behind the pikemen, against the orcs who did not wear much armor, the lethality was maximized, isn't this obviously bullying us orcs poor? An Luoda looked at the situation on the battlefield, and exhaled a long breath, the command of the commander of Jeno's army is still remarkable, he knows how to use the geographical advantages and types of troops to restrain his 50,000 siege troops, since he has these backgrounds, he can't play any refueling tactics with him, and he has suffered heavy losses, you have the geographical advantage and restraint of the troops, there are many Lao Tzu, a swarm of swarms, how can you take care of it, tear open a hole, disrupt the formation, just your 50,000 soldiers are really not enough to stuff Lao Tzu's teeth, and the master is not killed by punching. Thinking about it, An Luoda ordered: "The whole army presses, regardless of the formation, and attack!"

With an order, an army of 300,000 orcs rushed forward like a swarm, and the eastern wall of Kanna City was covered with orcs as black as ants, and sure enough, a long team of spearmen and a team of archers appeared at the head of Kanna City again, but the number was more than expected, 20,000 pikemen and 10,000 archers. The corners of An Luoda's mouth, who witnessed everything, sneered, although the troops were a little more than expected, but in the case of his own 300,000 troops in full swing, it would be good to be able to hold out for half an hour.

At the head of the city, it was already a Shura world, viscous blood flowed under the chaotic feet, although the arms were restrained, but the brave and fierce orcs still made the human soldiers pay a heavy price, often a shot on the orc, the human soldier did not have time to move, was thrown by the orc mace smashed over, some red-eyed orc soldiers did not care about the big gun stabbed on the body, still rushed forward, let the big gun pass through the body, until the stunned human soldier came to the frightened human soldier, a stick down, the whole head was smashed into the neck cavity, and then was stabbed down by another big gun, the stick was slammed, often able to break the waist of two or three human soldiers, and die. More orcs were stimulated by the archers who hid behind and put cold arrows almost crazy, covering their bloody throats or eyes, and with the last strength before dying, they threw the mace in their hands to the archers in front of them, good guys, a mace nearly two meters long was thrown over vigorously, with the sound of the wind, it could knock down several archers at once, the tendons and fractures were light, and the head was hit by the mace, that is, the skull was shattered, the brains were shaken out, and the red and white flowed all over the ground.

War is cruel, and on the battlefield, what is human life? It is something that is not even as good as grass mustard! If the grass mustard is stepped on, after a while, he can struggle again and raise his head to meet the sun, but the person who is stepped on on the battlefield will never be able to get up again, and the sun will no longer have anything to do with him, and a life will disappear, and no one will take a second look. After winter and spring, the grass is still there, but who will remember a life that fell here.

An Luoda stared at the bloody battle at the head of the city, only for a while, the orc army lost nearly 50,000 people, and the human soldiers also lost about 40,000 people, the loss of nearly half, the remaining half is still trying to resist, the leg is broken, and the hand, the hand is gone, so he bites with his teeth, often watching the mace wrapped in the wind and smashing towards his top door, not dodging, not dodging, the resolute and crazy eyes do not blink, staring at the opponent's chest and stabbing it over, before his head is shattered, he must also hear the sound of the enemy's heart being penetrated, the mace smashed not a head, it is a smug and detached smile, at that moment, the picture freezes, forever the years。 Crazy! Crazy to the ground! Orcs were also aroused by the ferocity of human soldiers, along the way Emperor Song Zhao's ** team did not resist, so that these orcs with the surname of violent killing were very dissatisfied, at this moment they felt very enjoyable, his grandmother's, this is the battle, can fight heartily, what is life and death, what is there to fear! Everyone is reaping or giving their lives.

The battle situation at the head of the city, in An Luoda's opinion, can already be ended, no matter how desperate the human soldiers are, they are not afraid of death, but the ratio of strength is too great, the human soldiers' iron-like spear defense array is already very weak in several places, and it is about to be broken through, the archers in the front row of these places have already pulled out their waist knives, ready to go up to seal the gap, haha, ridiculous, with the waist knife that is less than a meter long and light to resist the thick and heavy mace, An Luoda pouted disdainfully, maybe his warriors can completely destroy the remaining tens of thousands of human soldiers with another wave of attacks。 Such an enemy, such a soldier, An Luoda admires from the bottom of his heart, but war is war, either you die or I die, there is no room for mercy and the kindness of a woman, respect the opponent and give him death is the iron law of war, it should be over, the sooner you enter the Han Stream, you can loot earlier, who thinks that there are many rich women. An Luoda's eyes flashed, and he ordered: "Order! The whole army fought bravely, and the first one to break through the defensive line was one hundred taels of gold, and it was **" Seeing that the orc seemed to have been beaten with chicken blood after hearing the order, he screamed and rushed to kill, An Luoda immediately narrowed his eyes, the dust settled, and the battlefield seemed to no longer need his ** heart.

An Luoda, who had just squinted his eyes, suddenly felt a slight vibration coming from the ground, and opened his eyes in confusion, and saw that the tender green grass tips on the ground were trembling slightly, and the trembling amplitude was getting bigger and bigger, and at this time, the shaking of the ground was also getting bigger and bigger, and it hit the hearts of An Luoda and every orc, and a trace of uneasiness came to their hearts. (To be continued.) )