I've seen beaches that are several kilometers long or even more than a dozen kilometers long, but it's rare to see a beach that is hundreds of meters wide.

What we didn't expect was that what we thought was good had become what we thought was good for the orcs, and they were already there waiting for us to take the bait.

If we land during the day, we at least know who we can dodge, or we won't land here at all. That landing became self-deception.

When an arrow was shot from the grove behind the rocks on the edge of the beach, someone was shot down in an instant. I didn't want to take the shield, but before I boarded the ship, I thought about it, so I took it, and I threw it ashore. It's a good thing I got the shield!

At night, you can't see the arrows coming at all, and it's all up to your senses to guess where the arrows might fall, at what angle, and whether they're stuck in your legs, arms, or knees, and it's up to God.

I had to crouch down and try to cover as much of my body as possible with my shield, my pants were wet, especially my crotch, it was really uncomfortable, but the water protected my legs and feet.

I was slowly moving forward, but at that time I already had the sight of waiting to rush out of the wolf cavalry. This tactic is very effective.

What we need most is to be able to push the orcs out of front of us through this unobstructed beach so that our soldiers can take over the beach.

But it turned out that it was not possible, and our men were very seriously killed and wounded on the beach, because the artillery on the right reef and the hillside turned their guns at us after a few rounds of shelling.

The soldiers who were unloaded from the battleship either dropped dumplings and jumped into the water, nor did the Kurtilas, although a large number of equipment was pulled alone by the boat, and then divided when it came to the shore. But now this equipment is very heavy! Jumping directly into the sea is wanting to die.

It seems that our first group of people must be cannon fodder, or they will die in vain.

Belch...... There were no paladins in our first group, all of them were navy. Rushing upwards with a hard top, the shields of the navy are all wooden shields, which are lighter.

We washed up on the beach, and the water in the crotch of our pants flowed into our boots, not only sinking but swaying in our boots. But at that time, who could care about that, let's talk about it without being shot. Seeing that one of the people who had been shot down didn't know whether he was alive or dead, he bent down and picked up his shield, and I will block it first.

Seeing that the woods were in front of them, everyone shouted and rushed forward. I subconsciously glanced back, and there were not as many black figures behind me as there were just now.

I really pray to the gods, I don't know how many people are in this forest, I just want to live! Stay alive!

Ralph was hit by an arrow in the shoulder, and I told him to squat in the water for a while and wait for the arrow to run out before rushing.

Finally made it to the front of the woods, the orcs in the forest loomed, and now they couldn't care about anything, either alive or dead, and the idea of escaping was not at all.

I threw away the shield in my right hand, drew my axe, and pounced.

When I pounced, I didn't know what it meant to be afraid, anyway, it was all black and it was all based on feeling, depending on who was faster and who was more ruthless.

It's not that I'm bragging about how good I am, I'm really a lot of fights with black lights. Needless to say, once you take a weapon and shield and cut your head, you are fools, and everyone knows to protect your head and protect your chest.

I lowered my body to find the other party's next plate, and it worked in that place. And the woods are even darker, and it is entirely by the breath, by the sounds made, by the sound of footsteps, gasps, roars, and the sound of armor.

You can't go wrong.

Anyway, I didn't miss it.

I really hope that the troops behind will catch up quickly, and who knows how long our cannon fodder can last.

The orc's shield was larger than the wooden shield in my hand, covering a larger area, but it was also heavier, and my shield finally shattered after blocking it for me for an unknown number of times. I know, I can feel whether the shield is broken or not, whether it is about to break. At this time, I can't see clearly what is on the ground, sometimes I have a weapon on my feet, and I don't know whether I am alive or dead, but the hands and legs of people who are already lying down.

Now I have a feeling, the feeling of the whole body is very sensitive, and my god is also blessing me, and I have an inexhaustible strength all over my body, and I can't wait to smash it every time I smash it on the other person.

Only by smashing it once will I have a better chance of surviving. I said I knew what my foot had touched, but I didn't dare bend down to pick it up. It's not a stage play, and no one lights and torches for you. It's completely pitch black! Of course, it's not completely impossible to see anything.

When you joined the army, there were fewer and fewer sneak attacks at night, and you were blessed.

Ha...... Why don't you worry about killing the wrong person, only one thing is not to turn, don't look back and kill with your head bored! Cut forward.

What backflips, side rolls, dodging left and right, that's all fart in the novel, and now it's completely face-to-face with the shields of the two people blocking each other, shields confronting, and constantly beating each other with the weapons in their hands. If you hit it, you're unlucky, and if you don't hit it, you will continue to smash. Change places to smash. Either get hit yourself or hit someone else.

Another reason why there are so many casualties is that our soldiers generally use swords, I'm not saying that swords are bad, but compared to orcs, swords are really not good enough.

It's not that the orcs are rough and muscular, and when they put on leather armor, our swords slash at people and cause too few huge open wounds or fatal wounds. He also cut off the orc's neck with a sword, isn't this a fucking fart, does that man know how thick the orc's neck is?

I've seen no more than four orcs cut off their heads with one hand! Saidan Dasohan can, Alexandros Mograini can, Uther with a hammer, if he uses a sword. And then there's Reggie, our dear Marshal Reginald Windsor.

Now that he looks weak, it's actually quite scary for that guy to go crazy.

I don't know how that battle ended, but the troops from behind followed. I thought the wolf cavalry was going to show up, but it didn't.

In the post-war cleanup of the battlefield, from the landing to the occupation of the beach, we suffered a total of more than a thousand injuries. More than 1,000 people...... This time the casualty ratio on both sides was quite high, I remember it seemed to be four to one. After the war, some units were reorganized, otherwise the battle would not have been fought.

I thought I would be able to capture the beach smoothly and then attack the bridge, but this battle lasted one night, and it only gained a foothold on the beach. Our raid was a failure.

The orcs probably didn't expect us to do this, and there weren't many obstacles on the distance from the beach to the bridgehead, just a long, steep slope.

I don't think it's reliable for the military horse to rush up, the slope is too long, and it's boring to rush halfway through this angle. You have to charge up with the infantry.

The orcs retreated quite quickly last night, and the guns moved very quickly. Some were also captured, and it was discovered that their guns could be lifted and carried away. Six orcs have a large one, and four orcs have a small one. I said, "Why didn't we capture orc cannons in the past?"

The next morning, after assembling we attacked again towards the bridgehead.

But this time it wasn't the orcs who greeted us! It's a dwarf!

I fought one night last night and didn't participate in the next morning's fight, Reggie and they went. The paladins weren't here, they were on the other side of the bridge. Tulayan...... I have to take revenge for the last time.

I was in the tent to take care of my wounded brothers, and Ralph was curious and ran out of the tent to fight. Outside, the drums of war shook the sky, and there was a shout of killing, and I waited for the good news to come while sharpening my axe.

But the drums of war on our side suddenly stopped, and in their place were the horns of retreat. I hurried out of the tent to watch, and our army had come back! The bridgehead was not attacked!

Reggie returned, his helmet was gone, covered in blood, and the scales and armor on his stomach were all off. The armor on the body has several noticeable dents.

I looked at him in amazement, and he said that the other side was too fierce! I said last night was even more fierce than that. He said there weren't orcs on the other side! The dwarves have mutinied!

This news directly made me jump up, how is this possible? I say you're talking nonsense, right? Do you see clearly?

He threw his boots away...... Ha...... He said angrily, "Then I killed all morning, can I still not see what I killed?"

It was the Black Iron Dwarf, who later became known. It's not that the Copperbeard tribe has rebelled, but if the Copperbeard Dwarves have surrendered...... I can't think of what it would be like to fight them.

Reggie said that the group of black dwarves were really fierce, and it stands to reason that in the face of a small enemy, there will be a psychological feeling that the other party is easy to defeat. But after a morning of fighting, the group of guys was beaten to the point of depression. The armor is too thick! That's what Reggie had to say about them.

Dwarves are indeed short, and they are usually armed in battle, but when facing human soldiers who are taller than them but do not have the strength of the orcs, the real protection they have to do is their heads, shoulders and chest, and the armor on the legs is much less, and the armor on the chest is no longer the bulky plate armor but replaced with slightly lighter chain mail.

Dwarves have a strong stamina, and the lack of weight actually increases their aggression. This is what they are called...... Depressed!

The Stormgards obviously knew the Black Iron Dwarves as well, and they knew that their country had been in contact with orcs in the past, but they were also a little puzzled by these dwarves.

That night we launched a third attack, and I took part in it. In that battle, our group of guys on the beach were completely stained with the light of the knights.

The griffon knights were the first to attack, they captured the bunker in the center of the bridge, and those griffons really helped! Gee...... No, the strength of the beast is quite great, that is, after all the griffin knights descended from the sky to capture a pillbox, the dwarves were responsible for the defense, and the griffins humped up those who were prepared under the bridge.

There are more than 100 people on the line. There are four bunkers, and our griffin knights have smoothed the way for our paladins with blood.

The death squads of the 100 or so people actually suffered heavy casualties, and the people guarding the bridge were not orcs, but dwarves!