A small team of more than 100 men launched an attack on 500 tough orcs in the field.

In the study room of the Victory Palace, the emperor was already so angry that if he hadn't been able to find anyone for a while, he would definitely have arrested the instructor in charge of Enzo's daily teaching and beat him severely. This stupidity is not heroic, but ignorant death!

The emperor was very arrogant, and even all the civil and military courtiers of the entire Gallic Empire were arrogant, and they were as proud as a big rooster. But they all deeply understand that the individual combat power of the orcs far exceeds that of humans, and they do not have several times the strength of the troops, and they confront the orcs head-on in the field battle, which is not arrogance, but death!

"Idiot!" the Emperor stomped on the ground, and the hard tiles were crushed several times by him.

Enzo, who was directing the team to move forward slowly, did not know what the emperor was saying about him, and if he knew, he would definitely cry out for injustice. There are only five hundred orcs, and the strongest of them is only a mid-level knight, and Aunt Lily can completely destroy them alone! Enzo is not afraid to fight these orcs at all, he just wants to take this opportunity to let his companions taste the taste of war!

War, the clash of male hormones, the mixture of iron and blood, the freaks shrouded in severe pain and death, only by truly experiencing war can Enzo and his companions truly become the most elite soldiers of the Empire. Enzo didn't think that the collision with the cadets of the Army Academy was a war, and only a fierce fight with these orcs who were eager to go home was a war.

"Brothers, these stinky orcs want to go home!"

"They want to be free, they want to go home with the bounty of His Majesty the Emperor!"

"Let's kill their hope! They want to be free, and we'll give them death!"

Wielding the magic sword that blessed the Tear and Wind Surges, Enzo followed closely beside Lin Qi. He cried out loudly, "Those stinking, filthy, stupid orcs, they kill our relatives, they plunder our property! Now they want to go home, they want to go home to see their stinky little cubs, their stinking orc women, and their damn stinking orcs!"

The members of the Iron Fist Troupe burst into laughter. They clenched their weapons and shouted in unison.

"Kill them. Kill all the orcs!"

Even if these orcs fight for freedom. Even if they fight for their loved ones, no matter what noble goals they kill. In the eyes of Enzo, the subjects of the empire. All orcs deserve to die - because they've killed too many of the Empire's people, so they deserve to die!

Even orcs know how to love, how to be filial, and how to know the preciousness of freedom! But the killing of war has nothing to do with the precious sentiment of a qiē, war is war, war is killing, and war is a collision between two races that cannot coexist with each other.

"Bastards!" Enzo roared, "Look! Kill us, or be killed by us!"

The Iron Fist team stopped at the bottom of the hillside, and the souggermen clenched their spears. Arm strength, ready for the onslaught of the orcs. The swordsmen gripped their shields and machetes, ready for a rain of arrows from the orcs. Thirty archers clenched their longbows and arrows, staring at the hideous faces of the orcs hundreds of meters away.

On the hillside is a bed crossbow and two small trebuchets. Thirty pure steel crossbow bolts were re-mounted on the bed crossbow, and the two small trebuchets that Lin Qi had just assembled were filled with angular stones. Condescendingly, these fist-sized stones are thrown with the help of the force, which not only covers a positive area, but also has a great lethality.

The orcs silently slaughtered all the members of the Red Rose Knights one by one, and it only took them a few breaths.

Then they straightened their ranks, and the orcs wounded by the crossbow arrows got up. Some orcs were only wounded by arrows in their arms and thighs, and their ** was brave and brave, and this injury did not affect their combat effectiveness at all. There were also seven or eight unlucky orcs who had been pierced through the chest by crossbow arrows, and they fell to the ground with a 'whoosh' wheezing sound, and blood-colored foam was constantly spurting out of their mouths.

The leading minotaur of the orcs walked up to the bruised orcs and chanted a requiem in a low voice. All the orcs echoed the melody of the minotaur and hummed the sad and weeping song in a low voice.

The machete-wielding leopards walked up, knelt beside the wounded orcs, whispered a few words of prayer, and then swung their knives and slit their throats. The orcs who lack medical treatment and medicine are not in a position to treat these comrades with chest wounds, rather than let them continue to suffer, it is better to let them be liberated and return to heaven and earth, this is the most simple life concept of the orcs!

"You, kill our brothers!" the minotaur raised his large axe.

"I promised my brothers, this time, I will take them home!" the minotaur roared angrily, "But you, kill our brothers! Therefore, you must die! With your blood, your flesh, your souls, I will sacrifice all you to my brothers, so that their souls may rest in peace!"

Lin Qi, who was wearing heavy armor, laughed solemnly, and he hooked his finger at the minotaur: "Don't play tricks if you are a gentleman, come here, let your Uncle Lin Qi chop you with a hundred axes! Tsk, it's a pity that you are too old, otherwise your skin is very valuable!"

Orc skins are a popular commodity in the Western Continent, especially those of the races known for their abundant hair, such as tigermen and leopard people, whose leather is a rare item that is hard to exchange. It's a pity that these orcs in front of him have been working hard in the mine black prison for decades, and their hair has long been shriveled and dull, and Lin Qi really can't look down on these dark furs.

But Lin Qi's words smoothly provoked the anger of all the orcs!

The conflict between orcs who like to make wine cups from human heads and humans who like to make orc fur into clothing cannot be reconciled. When the orcs heard Lin Qi's words, they seemed to see the young cubs of their own clan being skinned alive by the human captive team, and they roared angrily, and rushed towards the Iron Fist team with great strides.

The strongest minotaur rushed to the front, his speed was more than double that of his companions in the rear, and in just a few breaths, he rushed out hundreds of meters, leaving his companions more than two hundred meters behind.

In the study room of the Victory Palace, all the high-ranking members of the empire sighed at the same time, the Iron Fist Regiment is finished, and the rookies of the Army Academy cannot survive the impact of the orcs. The emperor stomped his feet even more heavily, cursing the officials of the Army Academy without stopping.

Amidst the sighs and curses of the crowd, Lin Qi rushed out with a howl, he raised the big axe in his hand, and rushed towards the minotaur who rushed to the front with a shout. In the stunned gaze of the hundreds of important ministers and dignitaries in the Victory Palace, Lin Qi swung his big axe and hit the bull-headed man who was rushing fiercely.

"This kid is crazy! Die!" roared the Emperor.

The sparks splashed everywhere, and Lin Qi's terrifying brute force attacked, suppressing the minotaur on the opposite side in all aspects. A black bright light sparked on his axe, and the battle axe forged by the minotaur steel shattered, Lin Qi's axe swept across, and the huge body of the minotaur up to three meters high was cut off by Lin Qi's axe, and the upper body was swept out more than ten meters away with a large piece of blood, and the lower body of the minotaur continued to run forward a few steps before falling heavily to the ground.

"Hell!" exclaimed the military officials in the study of the Victory Palace, and the Emperor had already shouted with a smile.

The bed crossbow on the hillside was fired with a 'bang', and thirty pure steel crossbow arrows shot into the rushing orc queue, and dozens of orcs immediately fell to the ground with arrows, and more than two hundred orcs behind them tripped over the fallen bodies of their companions, and the orcs' battle formation immediately became chaotic.

There were two loud bangs, and two small trebuchets threw nearly a hundred fist-sized pieces of rubble. The sheer force of the machine gave the gravel its terrifying speed, and the rubble was projected down from the hillside, each with the lethal power to kill a cow.

The rubble fell, and a large number of orcs fell in the orc brigade, and the entire orc array suddenly became a mess, and there was no longer the scene of slaughter just now.

The fifty leopard men who were at the bottom of the ladder hurriedly rushed forward from both wings to guard against the onslaught of the Iron Fist.

Enzo had already rushed in front of these leopard men after Lin Qi, and he raised his stabbing sword and shouted, "Arrow!"

Thirty archers drew their bows at the same time to shoot arrows, and the range of the specially made longbow reached an astonishing two hundred paces, and the half-foot-long triangular arrows produced by the Hell Hammer at a distance of fifty meters had the lethal power to pierce through heavy armor. In just a few breaths, each archer shot between fifteen and twenty arrows with all their might, and then they dropped their bows and arrows at the same time, and drew their machetes from their waists.

More than five hundred long arrows rained down, dealing an even more deadly blow to the chaotic orc battle array. At least fifty orcs had been pierced through by three or five arrows, and the three-edged arrows made by the dwarves had deep and long blood grooves, and blood was constantly spurting from the orcs' bodies, quickly taking their lives.

Lin Qi rushed in front of those leopard men, and he swung his axe and swept the three leopard men who rushed up with round shields more than ten meters away.

Enzo's eyes flashed with a bloodthirsty red light, and he continued to unleash his sword without saying a word, and the stabbing sword shook through the air with a piercing cyan halo.

The ripping sword easily tore through the leopard men's shields and stabbed them in the throat. Each sword tore a hole the size of a bowl in their throats, and the leopards fell to the ground with a terrible howl.

The long snatchers rushed up, and they stabbed out the spears in their hands with all their strength, dozens of spears were stabbed, and more than a dozen leopard people were stabbed to the ground.

The orcs were beaten dizzy, and for a moment there was a faint tendency to collapse.

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Yesterday, a zongzi made the pig's head stomach sour, and the glutinous rice food still couldn't stand it!

(To be continued)