War is a boring topic. The first large-scale attack of the beast tide was at dawn.

Thousands of orcs, under the cover of night, charged towards Snow River City, wanting to rush to the city in one go.

Before charging, the orcs destroyed part of the trap with rolling stones. Even so, Pang's arrangement outside the city still caused considerable damage.

Unfortunately, the orcs did not have such a thing as morale, and the pace of the charge was not affected in any way. They are going crazy with hunger, and the Snow River City in front of them is the most tempting food, which makes them go crazy.

After rushing through the trap, the orcs are greeted by a rain of arrows and a giant crossbow. Bang-bang-huge crossbow arrows flew out and slammed into the orcs, knocking a row of orcs into the air, spewing blood mist out of the air.

With amazing kinetic potential energy, even if it is just rubbing the edges, it can easily make orcs lose arms and legs.

Orcs, even if they are as strong as tigers and leopards, are still carbon-based creatures! This giant crossbow bolt is not very penetrating, and relies more on its own kinetic potential energy to cause damage.

It turned out to work well. Like the scythe of death, the giant crossbow reaps the lives of orcs.

Even if they don't die, they will become seriously injured and lose their ability to fight. The first charging orcs quickly died, and the remaining orcs began to retreat at the sound of the horns.

The retreating orcs did not forget to take the corpses of their companions as much as possible. They did not do this, of course, to bury their fellow soldiers, but for a more primitive purpose.

This is the orc's rations. They are already hungry. Orcs don't care about prions, mad beasts, or anything.

They spend their days with nuclear waste, endure cold and hunger all year round, and it's good to have a bite to eat.

Not long after he died, he could still eat a bite of the hot food. The orcs soon made a comeback. This time, they crossed the trap that had already been filled and returned to the battlefield, raising their previous huge crossbow arrows.

Dozens of strong orcs raised a huge crossbow bolt and began to charge forward. They used the bolt to shield themselves from the rain of arrows, and at the same time wanted to use the bolt as a striking log to hit the city gate or the city wall.

Lifting the bolt was easier than expected, and it was probably stained with blood, which was sticky and increased friction, just enough to keep the hand and the bolt together.

Before they could run a few steps, another rain of arrows fell from the walls. The orcs hiding under the crossbow arrows managed to protect their vital points and survived.

It's just that this time it rained arrows and brought fire. The bolts were treated with special treatment, and in the blink of an eye, the entire bolt burst into flames!

The orcs, realizing that something was wrong, wanted to drop the crossbow arrows, but found that their hands were stuck and they couldn't get out of the crossbow arrows.

And the head of the city shot arrows again, pinpointing the orcs to their hearts or knees. Burdened by crossbow arrows, they became fixed targets, and there were special marksmen to take care of them.

With each crossbow arrow, dozens of orcs were ignited. Their fate was already doomed from the moment they raised their crossbow arrows.

In this way, under Snow River City, more than a dozen fire balls were burning, and hundreds of orcs were killed in the flames.

… Accompanied by the wails and screams of the orcs, an eerie smell of flesh filled the air. The orcs didn't continue to charge.

Two consecutive defeats have cost them more than half. The remaining number of orcs is not enough to support them to take this city.

They decided to wait for more orcs before launching a new offensive. At the same time, the city of Snow River City also slowly spoke, and a group of agile warriors rushed out and began to clean up the battlefield.

They will make up for the orcs who are still struggling, in fact, they will make up for each orc, in case the other is not dead.

While mending their swords, the warriors began to quickly clean up the battlefield. Recycling arrows, pulling leather and armor from orcs, God knows where they got them.

These people would not even let go of the stones, and took whatever they could put in their arms. A sharp whistle sounded, and all the warriors stopped what they were doing, carried the recovered supplies in their arms, and began to run towards the city gates.

All this happened extremely quickly, and everyone involved in the operation, did everything in their power to carry out every step of the order.

When they returned to the city, the gates slowly closed. Nothing unexpected happened. At the head of the city, there was a burst of cheers, and the entire Snow River City began to boil.

There was no doubt that the operation was a success. More than half of the arrows are recycled and can be reused with a simple finishing by craftsmen.

For the side defending the city, the more consumables for long-distance killing, the better. However, patronizing the collection of arrows, the warriors did not dispose of the corpses of the orcs.

After these corpses were scorched, they exuded a strange fragrance that made many orcs drool greedily.

The next time the orcs charge, they will definitely not miss the opportunity to gnaw on this thing. The gap between orcs and humans in individual soldier ability, as well as the gap in numbers, dooms humans to be at a disadvantage, and they need to use wits to make up for the gap.

The celebration didn't last long, and the fighters threw themselves into a new battle. Soon, the orcs launched a new offensive.

The rain of arrows shot again from the city, the rolling stones thrown by catapults, and the crossbow arrows of giant crossbows gave the orcs a blow to the head, thwarting the orcs' attacks again and again.

It's close to noon, and no orcs have rushed to the head of Snow River City! The morale of the soldiers defending the city is getting higher and higher, as if victory is just around the corner and within reach!

Woo-woo-horn sounded, and the orcs who were trying to charge began to retreat, leaving many corpses on the battlefield.

Pong, who was overlooking the battle from the highest vantage point, withdrew his gaze with an indifferent expression, unable to see what he was thinking.

"Dinner." The scorching sun was over, and the orcs showed no sign of continuing their attack, and Ponge immediately gave one order after another.

The defenders at the head of the city need to be rotated, the wounded need to be rescued and resettled, all kinds of supplies consumed need to be replenished, and the surplus needs to be counted... That's right, even if the orcs didn't rush to the top of the city, the defenders still suffered casualties.

When carrying supplies, several people accidentally smashed themselves, and more than a dozen people were injured when pulling bows or operating crossbow machines... On the battlefield, anything can happen.

… As commander-in-chief, Ponge has more to do. He walked down the city wall, and Awu followed him, and immediately someone greeted him, set up a small table, and brought two plates of food and a glass of wine.

Ponger sat down at the small table and began to eat, while Awu stood aside. Ponger opened his mouth and said,

"What's there, ask now." Today's war is not tight, and it is still in the stage of small fights.

Pang Ge can also be distracted to teach Awu on the spot and tutor one-on-one. When you're really busy, you can't take care of these things at all.

In the past few years, Awu has accompanied the Pang Legion on expeditions more than once, so he is naturally familiar with Pang's style and knows that such an opportunity is not easy to come by.

He opened his mouth and asked the first question,

"Orcs... Why is it so weak? "They have a low IQ and a lot of brute strength, so they should be easy to deal with.

With the combat power displayed by the orcs this morning, how could it become a disaster for the Divine State for 800 years? With enough traps and a little resourcefulness, it's long past time for people to wipe out all the orcs!

Listening to Awu's question, Pang Ge first laughed a few times, took a long sip of wine, and asked an irrelevant question: "Awu, have you ever eaten a buffet?" ”

"I've eaten it." Awu recalled,

"I was hungry twice in advance, I went to eat one, and I almost left it—" Ah Wu said halfway through, and suddenly stopped.

He understood what Ponger meant. The beast tide goes south. For the orcs, it's a sumptuous buffet!

They were also hungry for two days in advance, if not longer, like Awu... The orcs who first appeared outside Snow Cloud City were in a state of extreme hunger at this time, and they were not their real combat strength at all!

When they've filled their stomachs...

"Oh, by the way, there's one more thing you need to know about orcs." Ponger tore a piece of chicken breast, threw it in his mouth, and chewed it heavily.

"Orcs don't have a low IQ all the time. When they are hungry, they appear mentally retarded. After they had eaten their fill, there was no significant difference between the orc's IQ and that of humans. "Shhhhhhhh

Orcs are so terrifying that they must not be left behind! Ponger disposed of the food on the small table and clapped his hands,

"In Luden's words, the orcs may be suffering from blood and oxygen in their heads, and only after they have eaten enough do they have the strength to think about things." For a moment, Awu felt more pressure on his shoulders.

Another question arose in Awu's heart,

"Father, then why don't we recover the corpses of the orcs, or burn them?"

"Good question." Ponger smiled mysteriously,

"There's only one reason for not recycling, and it's reserved for them." Awu's eyes lit up, and he thought of some possibility.

Poison on the arrows? The corpses of these orcs will definitely be used by the orcs. In this way, the toxin spreads... Awu felt that he should not ask what kind of poison it was, it should be a military secret.

Ponger took the initiative to announce the answer,

"This toxin has only one function, which can make male goblins estrus, and since it is useful for goblins, it should also be effective for orcs." … Awu: ?

？？ Oestrus? The orcs can't eat, and they still have the heart to mess around and open the silver party? This.... Awu didn't know how to praise this idea for a while.

It's weird! Let's say this ploy works... Nothing big deal. Say it's useless... It seems to be somewhat useful again.

Some don't quite resemble Ponge's style. Ponger said modestly,

"This is Luden's plan, and it has nothing to do with me." Luden's original words are to weaken the combat effectiveness of female orcs, and it can also waste the protein of male orcs.

After speaking, Ponger also emphasized to one of the people who accompanied him,

"Truthfully recorded, dictator Ludon repeatedly asked that General Ponger be forced to use this dirty, dirty scheme!" The man wore a strange bird mask and carried a book with him, recording things from time to time.

The Inquisition had a position similar to that of a historian, who was responsible for recording the words and deeds of the Holy Descendants. Pang Ge saw the other party write this line with his own eyes, and he was relieved.

Pong's reputation cannot be ruined in the hands of Luden! Suffer the orcs again, and infatuate Ludon to bear it.

Pong, who got his wish, took Awu and climbed to the top of the city again, keeping close to the movements of the orcs. He did not notice that the historian from the Inquisition had added another line to the book: "Although he was forced to do so, General Ponge showed no resistance, and even some pandering...".

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