Since the terrain was not conducive to the charge of the wolf cavalry and centaurs, they stood in the rear and did not move at this time.

Infantry teams of other races took the lead in charging in an orderly manner towards the opposite side.

On the other hand, the enemy team, although the long spider legs of the Oda clan are suitable for sprinting in this terrain, they are obviously in a state of disorganization and undiscipline, and they charge at will.

Looking down from the heights, Mark's troops marched in unison like a neat wave, while the Oda ranks were like savage weeds, strong but unrelated.

The fast runners of the Oda clan were like notes thrown into a shredder, torn to pieces by the marching infantry ranks.

Then it was crushed into mud by countless soles of the feet, and merged with the surrounding sand and gravel.

Soon, the part of the Oda clan charged quickly, and the clansmen who had broken away from the large group were crushed into mud by the fierce crowd.

The ranks of the Oda family, which originally looked scattered, were repaired by the neat infantry of the Marco family.

The originally chaotic procession became as neat as leeks harvested at the waist.

Then the two sides collided like two tides running in opposite directions.

The infantry at the front of Marco's side stabbed their spears into the bodies of the human spiders, and then pierced their bodies into their swollen abdomen, bursting them open, and the green blood flowed all over the ground.

Some ferocious human spiders plunge their powerful forelimbs deep into the bodies of those soldiers before they die.

Two species that had never known each other took each other's lives with the greatest killing intent, and finally became entangled and died together in a way that you have me, and I have you.

Such scenes can be seen everywhere in this war.

Some goblins used their short bodies to slide underneath the human spiders, slashing through the abdomen of the opponent with their knives, and then being doused with dark green blood.

Then the old trick was repeated, some succeeded again, and some were trampled into meat by several legs of the opponent at the first time.

Some orcs hit the human spider with a hard wooden stick, smashing its emaciated upper body directly into its abdominal cavity.

The human spider next to it wanted to kill it, but half of its body was cut off by the snake clan wrapped around the orc.

Each impact on both sides will produce a large number of victims, watering this parched Gobi with their flesh and blood.

But this is not the worst side of the war!

During the scuffle between the two sides, countless small spiders slowly integrated into the battlefield, many of them were small but extremely poisonous.

The bitten orcs can continue to fight until a few minutes later, they are blistered and bruised and die of poison, or they are unable to wield their weapons due to weakened strength, and then are pierced through the head by human spiders with thick legs.

Some fragile goblins reacted immediately after being bitten, their heads were dizzy, their eyes were bloodshot, they kept coughing up blood, and finally fell to the ground unwillingly and lost their lives.

Although the infantry is brave, and the advance and retreat are well-founded, and the combat effectiveness is higher than that of the human spider, but the human spider is not afraid of death in order to defend the homeland, and some spiders are also highly poisonous, and the spray can directly melt the heads of some soldiers.

Originally, they could also use spider silk to trap enemies, but since they used spider silk in a war, they were burned by the enemy.

Not only were the traps made of spider silk so hard to be destroyed, but many of our compatriots were burned because of the spider webs attached to the spider webs at the tails.

The spider silk that the human spiders were proud of in that battle was overcame by the enemy, and the enemy basically didn't make much of a move in the end, except to kill some human spiders who didn't have time to escape after setting fire.

Nearly 10 percent of the territory was easily taken by the enemy.

With that experience, in later wars, the spiders no longer dared to use spider silk against the enemy.

It can be said that more than half of the strength of the human spiders has been abolished.

The two sides are deadlocked, and they have already killed each other, and even the sinister goblin is crazy at this time, daring to slash with a short knife surrounded by a bunch of human spiders, without caring about his own life or death.

Seeing the stalemate between the two sides, the general in charge of the battle was a centaur named Ma Dong, and immediately ordered the wolf cavalry to detour from the flank of the army and then penetrate the army of the human spiders.

The wolf cavalry who received the order surged out, like a torrent of metal, attacking from the side like a battlefield.

The noisy wind whistled in their ears, and the eyes of the giant wolves under their crotches shone with a dazzling green light, their sharp fangs shining dazzling white in the sun, and their legs were thick and powerful, and they could step seven or eight meters in every jump.

In order to increase the wolf's defenses, people draped their foreheads, throats, and waists to buttocks with a layer of tough rattan armor.

And the knights on them were pig-headed people with big shoulders and round waists, and they held shiny spears in their hands, and were dressed in light rattan armor, with a pair of sharp fangs on their faces that were not inferior to those of giant wolves.

It's like throwing a piece of red-hot iron into the snow, and in an instant, it clears a large expanse of snow around it.

The wolf cavalry strangely penetrated the ranks of human spiders, and with a single sweep of their spears, several human spiders would be easily taken away from their fragile lives.

The rise of their killing ruthlessly crushed the human spiders who dared to stop in front of them, even if some spiders rushed towards them desperately, they were not afraid, just pierced the human spiders in front of them with a spear, and then continued to kill the next target.

Some of the wolf cavalry in the middle were pounced on by the human spiders who were also fearless and swarming over the wolves, but even if they were surrounded by human spiders, they still didn't know what fear was.

The spear in his hand kept swinging, and when he was taken away, he took the war knife at his waist and slashed until he was overwhelmed by the human spider, and then stopped slashing.

The wolf cavalry who had killed through the battlefield refused to delay a moment, they ran a distance and returned again, killing the human spider again, and then returned to the barracks the same way.

And the infantry who fought hard in the war felt the pressure greatly reduced, and they knew that it must be the wolf cavalry that blocked the attack of the human spiders in front, and this was not the first time that this situation occurred.

Their eyes became redder, their weapons wielded more vigorously, and their knives were cracked, and they replaced them with daggers.

The mace cracked, and the palms of their hands were bleeding from the shock, and they continued to smash their clubs into the heads of their enemies despite them.

Sometimes, they will kill and kill, and their own people will also be stabbed twice, and then after recognizing their companions, they will separate, and continue to kill the human spiders.

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The war lasted for several hours, and the two sides were inseparable from each other, with the corpses of orcs and human spiders, goblins and human spiders laying layer upon layer on the ground.

The original yellow Gobi Desert was stained red with red and green blood, and the ground was also soaked with blood.

Both sides were fighting at the moment standing on each other's corpses, although the commanders in the rear constantly sent soldiers into battle to replenish the fresh army.

But at this time, both sides of the war were physically and mentally exhausted, and none of them were able to grab an inch of land today, and their only role was to use their corpses to fertilize this desolate and lifeless Gobi Desert.

They stepped on the flesh and blood on their stomachs, their boots not knowing whether they were soaked in sweat or the blood of their comrades first, and they had no intention of fighting again, only hoping that the commanders would give the order to retreat.

Even if you want to continue fighting, let people go back to eat a bowl of rice, and have a good rest for a night before playing.

Not only the soldiers on Marco's side, who were the invaders, thought so, but also the human spiders who were on the side of the family defense were thinking about the same at this time.

However, they can wait for the withdrawal of the Mark's troops.

At this moment, the two sides have similar thoughts, and the killing intent in their hearts has long been buried by deep exhaustion, and they only hope that they can go back and have a good rest.

Their initial fearlessness and dominance of taking the lead have long since disappeared.

As the commander, Ma Dong also sensed the fatigue of the soldiers, and looking at the scorching sun hanging high in the sky and the sweat-soaked armor of the guards next to him, he also understood that today's battle was likely to end here.

Smelling the thick smell of blood on the battlefield and the disgusting rancid smell of corpses emanating from the scorching sun, he finally made up his mind and gave the order to retreat.