Chapter Thirty-Eight: Destroying the Withered and Decaying
Even if the opponent was just a group of half-orcs with backward equipment, Commander Cao did not have the slightest anti-looseness, and he had already let the other two hundred warriors go around the long distance to attack. ≥,.
Now that the effect is showing, the orcs have been completely drawn to it. If they could see so many fierce members of the raiding group as soon as they opened their eyes, it would be hard to say whether these guys would have the courage to rush down. The high slope they occupy is also a high ground, if they nest on it, Commander Cao can only lead people to rush up, even if they can overcome this half-orc tribe, there will definitely be casualties.
The infantry of the raiding regiment had been trained for a long time, and it was simply too easy to sneak up on the enemy's lair from behind in this long-distance run. The main force of the orc tribe has already descended the mountain, and all they need to face is some half-orcs who are old and weak, women and children, and the boss's order is not to let them massacre, but only to let them control the families of these half-orc bandits. If the orcs want to flee back, they will face these marauder warriors armed to the teeth and holding hostages. The warriors of the raiding regiment did not even need to slaughter their families to persecute them, but only to make them fall into the trap. The proud warriors of the raiding regiment never disdained to be cruel to the old and weak, even if they were half-orcs.
Although the two didn't say anything, it could be seen from the eyes of the two of them that they also agreed with such an arrangement. Even if it was a small-scale battle, Regiment Commander Cao did not take it lightly at all, and this was the basic element that a calm and steady unified army should have. This kind of personality may seem simple, but in fact, many people make mistakes. There are countless people who have suffered because of pride and underestimation of the enemy, and there is never a shortage of people on the Pan-American continent.
As soon as the double-row battle formation of the timberwolf warriors came out, the half-orcs who were laughing uncontrollably suddenly stopped crying. Although they faced only a quarter of the enemy, the heavy sense of oppression weighed on them like a boulder. Especially the cold eyes of the raiding group from top to bottom. Looking at them is like looking at corpses.
Under the pressure of this momentum, Selby directly opened the horn of battle with a shout. In the Realm of Exile, the bandits' battle patterns are close to the surface of this half-orc tribe. Numerical superiority is often the greatest advantage, and what about timberwolves warriors? Four people fight one, and the orcs are not afraid.
Then, without the slightest warning, the aura of the Slow Divine Comedy descended from the sky, directly enveloping the half-orcs who were running on their feet, and their pace dropped in an instant. The aura of the Drunken Divine Comedy caused many of them to fall to the ground without stepping on their feet. I couldn't get up for a long time. The same Divine Comedy, in the hands of Captain Cao and in the hands of Luo Han, the effect is completely different. Those orcs were directly frightened, the Divine Comedy of the Priests, which had always been just a legend for them, did not expect it to suddenly fall on their heads, and they didn't even know who did it.
The scene was as if a silencer had suddenly been installed, and there was an eerie silence. And at this time, the timberwolf warriors were all driven into a state of madness by calmness and madness Divine Comedy. Their bodies swelled up as if they were being inflated, and the madness of the orc warriors suddenly appeared before the eyes of the orcs.
The Priest's Divine Comedy plus the Warrior's Frenzy is Bimon's most distinctive signature battlefield fit. Suffice it to say, such a battlefield combination is not common in the Realm of Exile. The orcs never imagined that they would have the opportunity to face such a legendary opponent. However, they have definitely heard of this. After this momentary change, they instinctively feared.
They're not the strongest bandit in the Exiled Realm, they're the best at what they do. That is to rely on the fact that there are many people and bully the few people, and fight a good fight. Fight against powerful opponents who are inexperienced. There is also a lack of determination. The expression of fear was that they hesitated and did not dare to continue to charge, and even the eyes of many people began to flicker, and at a glance, they knew that these guys wanted to anoint the soles of their feet.
Because the edge of the Exiled Realm borders the eastern provinces of the Bimon Empire, the reputation of the werewolf warriors has always been spread here. Even if it is an ordinary werewolf warrior, as long as it is strictly trained, one person will not necessarily suffer against two orcs. It's like the werewolf warriors that the orcs are encountering now, and they know at a glance that they are not easy to match, and their equipment even looks better than that of the famous Night Dance Legion, and with the addition of madness, how many orcs can be cleaned up by themselves?
Selby roared in panic, he was the only orc who still maintained his vigorous attack**. Selby's words of encouragement more or less gave the orcs a little courage and began to run again, but the chaotic formation became even more chaotic.
The formation of the raiding group did not even change in the slightest, and their eyes were full of playfulness. It wasn't until the distance between the two sides quickly narrowed to about fifty meters that their palms touched the javelin stuck in the dirt in front of them. After the madness, their javelins even had a huge penetration power of about a hundred meters, and they were simply the deadliest threat in the face of these half-orcs who were at most dressed in sackcloth robes.
However, the boss's ordinary training has always been imprinted in the hearts of the Timberwolves fighters, and in order to ensure the accuracy of the javelin, it is better for them to wait until the enemy is within 100 meters before making a move. As long as the enemy is not cavalry, this distance is enough for them to hone their javelin skills on the battlefield.
Treating the Timberwolves warriors as the main attackers was something that Captain Cao had thought about a long time ago. First of all, most of them have a military career with the Night Dance Legion, and they also have a huge hatred for the orcs. If there is a member of the raiding group, it is none other than these timberwolf warriors. Secondly, Captain Cao felt that there was no need to use a butcher knife to kill chickens. If all the warriors of the raiding group were involved, these orc bandits would not even be enough for them, and they would not even have a chance to exercise. The Timberwolves, who have a natural sensitivity to discipline, will use the raider group's first bandit fight to show their compatriots what it means to be an art on the battlefield, while Garnett is the direct leader in charge of the frontal battlefield.
"Put!"
With Garnett's roar, the fifty timberwolf warriors in the front row threw their javelins one after another, and fifty silver rays of light swept out like lightning, shooting towards the chaotic orcs. Their javelin ballistics are all straight lines, and each person is only responsible for the enemy in front of him. There is absolutely no deviation, which is also the result of rigorous training and is very pleasing to the eye.
The Timberwolves in the back row were also not idle, but they were somewhat different from the people in the front row, and they all shot their javelins into the sky. The splendid parabolas also had the same pattern as if they had been drawn a long time ago, and after bypassing the limits of the parabola, they began to dive towards the rear of the orc camp with gravity and gravity.
The front row concentrates on sweeping the enemy in the front row, and the rear row destroys the enemy's rear formation with hanging shots, with a clear division of labor and seamless coordination. Even those timberwolf lads who stepped onto the battlefield for the first time. After the first round of javelin shots, the slightly nervous mood also relaxed a lot, and they all had their own clan seniors by their side, so that they could quickly integrate into the operation of this battle formation.
The second round of javelins was even more neat and orderly than the first, and those orcs were not miserable. At best, they are stragglers, bandits with a bit of brute force, and they have absolutely no experience in fighting in such a regular army group. The first round of javelin salvo had already made them cry wolf, and many orcs even fell to the ground in fright, and the momentum of the charge came to a halt again. It was nailed to the distance of about 50 meters.
They could see their compatriots in front of them being fired into the air with a sharp javelin, and then a large handful of salty blood erupted from the back of their bodies, and then smashed to the ground. How much force did it take to shoot the orcs running backwards? If you look closely, none of those javelins didn't penetrate the orc's sturdy body. A large section of spear head with a deep blood groove came out from the back, and if the person behind followed closely, it would even be put on together like a skewer!
The orcs behind were also howling wolf howls, and the whistling sound above their heads made them look up. Then he found a large pile of sharp javelins with cold light falling towards his head! The speed of the javelin falling was like a meteor, and the orcs who had been washed by the halo of sluggishness and drunkenness had no chance to dodge those deadly javelins, and the chaotic and crowded formation was simply a big fat meat to be slaughtered. They weren't originally a race known for their speed and agility. The only thing that can be done is a brute force, and this advantage cannot be exerted at all in such a long way.
Old Man Ao and Pi Jiaotou glanced at each other, and a trace of appreciation flashed in their eyes. The receptivity of these timberwolf warriors to the training course was vividly displayed at this moment, and anyone who was an expert on the battlefield could imagine what a hundred well-trained soldiers could mean to four hundred such amateur bandits, which could only be a one-sided massacre. What's more, these hundred timberwolf warriors still have the aura of the Divine Comedy, and even Old Man Ao and the two of them feel that it is too unfair to those half-orcs.
Except for throwing out the aura of the Divine Comedy, Captain Cao didn't do anything superfluous. The reason is just because these orcs are even more professional than Captain Cao imagined, and Captain Cao can't even think of any other skills they have other than rushing over and picking up the nail-headed stick and knocking it around. If this is the only ability, then do you still need to command? Just relying on Garnett, the leader of the raiding group cadre, he can easily clean up these orcs.
"It's all there!" Garnett yelled again, he was really raising his eyebrows today. At the beginning, he led the team to defeat the orc bandits, but also suffered a lot of losses.
But this kind of thing didn't seem to happen a second time in Garnett's opinion, and now Garnett and his brothers were not only equipped with shotguns and cannons, but also had a terrifying priest like the boss behind them, and Garnett even felt that if any soldier lost his leg hair here today, it would only be a crushing victory!
"Put!"
The second round of javelin salvos began to take effect, and the orcs lost their courage and were almost used as live targets to practice the javelins of the timberwolves. The orcs lost an inch, but Garnett was not ambiguous at all, and his sense of smell was also commendable.
Garnett got the pace quite right, not throwing all the javelins out in one swarm, but in batches of salvos, which was to reduce waste. Each member of the raiding group has a standard configuration of five javelins, which is more than the total number of orcs, and as long as they are properly dispatched, even if they can't shoot all the orc bandits to death, at least they can overturn more than seventy percent of their members.
It's an abusive battle like this that Garnett has never played...... (To be continued......)