The smell of blood filled the air, and the arrogant battle cry irritated the soldiers who had just prepared to rest.

This world is full of wars, struggles, blood, violence and cruelty.

When Baier came out of the tent, he saw the girl curled up next to his tent, the cute little guy who had just prepared food for himself, now cowering in a corner, and the corners of his eyes were constantly ticking liquid.

Great, that's enough!

It's time for those things to know who this territory belongs to!

Bair greeted the soldiers.

"Line up according to the previous plan, and throw the ignited things out into the forest to ensure a view."

Armed with sharp blades, the soldiers wrapped around the outskirts of the village, and the light of fire and incendiary objects sliced through the black field, illuminating the beastmen with simple weapons one by one.

They have horns, or sheep, and the flock of sheep is obviously weaker.

It's hard to say what formation they have, and they don't have a good range, and they don't even have a piece of clothing that is large enough to cover their chest.

Although there are quite a few of them, looking at their battle flags, there are probably three or four tribes united together to make up about five hundred combat strength.

But so what?

Just a bunch of beasts, because for me, for Bair. Door. The fears of the Legion of Baie are all together.

The phrase "rabble" accurately evaluates the situation of those things.

"Don't use trebuchets anymore, stagger the formations, fill the gaps, and form the walls."

"Projectiles are worth more than them, and they don't need toxins, just hack them to death!"

The soldiers lined up, and it was rare to see such a well-trained long formation in Bretonnia, thanks to Sir Flender's many years of service in the Empire, and his good training for infantry.

The Beastmen are like sane zombies, their crude bows and cracked arrows unable to break through the dwarven chain mail defenses or leave a white mark on the iron shield.

Ranged combat power can be almost ignored!

The first to charge were the weak, sheep-like cannon fodder, whose little intellect wanted to rely on those things to destroy the physical strength of the Poisonblade troops.

But it didn't work, the unarmored entity was just being cut down to get the meat in.

The dwarves made blades were sharp enough to cut through several bodies without curling, and they were stained with blood but not slippery.

The charge and roar of the Beastmen, as terrifying as they sound, are hardly a deterrent when it comes to actually confronting a human regular soldier.

"Don't be afraid of their tactics to intimidate civilians, they are poorly balanced, and you can try to cut your ankles."

Bayer calmly analyzed the situation, and the two rows of queues kept one soldier crouching and one soldier standing.

The crouching one was shielding, and the one standing was a sword-wielding meat grinder in order.

Even the bull-like beastman couldn't break the camp with a ramming, and all this came from the obvious increase in the soldier's physical strength in three months.

The smell of blood and minced flesh, the bright red liquid stained the land, the fire and the blades of the sword, the roar and the screams, mixed together.

The battlefield is like that, victory and defeat, killing and death.

The peasants had already begun to dare to raise their heads and watch the glittering silver troops chop the beastmen like raw meat in a vegetable market.

It's nice not to need a feeling of fear...

Reassurance, fear, and anticipation turned into complex expressions that appeared on the faces of every resident, and the girl raised her head to look at Baier in command, as if she were seeing a god.

The number of the beastmen had been reduced by a third, and the battlefield was completely one-sided, and in order to prevent them from continuing to threaten the security of the village, Bair announced.

"For the sake of Lakcha, switch the attack formation and slaughter them!"

A war cry that shook the heavens and the earth sounded, and the guards who had gained honor, worship, faith, money, and status have now been reborn.

In the badlands forged will and several battles of experience, excellent cultivation, like several special steels are welded and melted.

At this moment, they were sharp blades, and the soldiers intertwined with each other to form several triangles.

It was a wedge-shaped array, illuminated by dead grass lit by corpses on the side of the road, and the light shone on the frightened face, but now it was not the humans who were filled with fear, but the beasts.

The triangular ranks of soldiers with swords intertwined, shields against long-range fire, and battle cries to demoralize enemies.

Like a sharp blade or arrow inserted into the beastmen's troops, a hot knife inserted into the butter divides the enemy's defenses.

"Scatter!"

At Bair's command, several triangles spread, and the beastmen's fragile lines and escape paths were blocked by the soldiers.

The roar gradually turned into a wail, and the battle was a one-sided slaughter.

But the smell of blood awakened the monsters in the forest, and the beastmen's retreat came to a halt before they ran frantically towards the village.

What are they hiding, and they'd rather be chopped to pieces by the Poisonblade than die there.

Bayer immediately shouted. "Take out the catapults, and let the defeated beastmen leave!"

For he had heard the heavy wheezing of the forest, the sound of breathing that no human being could make.

The village chief's face contorted, and he shouted to everyone next to him.

"It's Calan!"

"It's a beastmen's nightmare, and one of them! It's the gore of this battlefield that draws it in! ”

Baier scolded the village chief. "Don't shake the morale of the army!"

"Soldier, hurry up and throw the fire into the forest!"

Flames were projected into it, illuminating the inhuman body, the tall, demon-like face of the ancient tree.

Huge horns and nasal cavities, rock-like muscles, tens of meters in height, and four battle axes in each of the four arms, each of which is the size of an ordinary person who needs both hands to move!

Its stout breath was like the howling wind of the night, and it was difficult to associate it with the natural breathing of living beings.

Baier swallowed, the owner of this forest didn't seem to be those stinky fish and shrimp.

"Stand back, use the Iron Pill Catapult!"

There were still about 70 meters away, and the monster's body was so huge, how could it be possible to quickly approach the troops.

As soon as the soldier began to retreat, the monster jumped, yes, jumped.

How strong are the legs to support a 14-5 meter high bipedal food jump 6 meters away?

And these jumps are carried out continuously, and each time they can trample the land of the forest into huge hoof prints.

What is this?

The speed is too fast, there is only one in ten that can hit the stone, and the size is huge, and the poisoning speed is also long.

And it took only a few seconds to get close to the troops!

And it knew who the commander was, and ran to Bair with great speed.

Bair looked at what could barely be described as a monster, and a trace of fear spread in his heart.

He shouted to a soldier who was rushing nearby.

"Shield!"

The soldier immediately threw the shield he was carrying at Byer, who took it in an instant.

The huge sharp axe fell, and Bair quickly half-squatted, holding a shield...