In the dense Black Forest, Rhodes himself went into battle and worked frantically with his 400 soldiers in the woods, digging a whole row of traps on the forest paths, first digging hollow tunnels, then driving sharpened wooden stakes into them, and finally paving them with thin soil and leaves to make them look like ordinary roads.

At the same time, on the high ground on one side, the same traps and loose stones are also placed to avoid the phenomenon that the enemy will attack the high ground with all his strength and the high ground will not be able to hold it.

Rhodes had also planned to attack with fire, burying coal water or asphalt, and then using rockets to ignite it. But when I think of the Norsca tribe that I told the messenger from that tribe that there are ice wolves, this large animal has a very sensitive sense of smell and is very sensitive to coal water and asphalt, and if it is discovered, the ambush plan will be ruined. So Rhodes temporarily decided to abandon fire attack and use the simplest form of civil engineering warfare.

The sharp stakes driven deep into the earth intersect each other, like the fangs of wild beasts, buried beneath the surface. At the same time, the trap is triggered. Rhodes had to wait until enough Norskar wildlings entered the trap before triggering the trap and hunting them together.

After everything was ready, reinforcements from Heidelberg and Ring City also arrived at the front as promised.

As Rhodes expected, the Ring City, under the operation of Alves, once again sent troops for free. Heidelberg, on the other hand, was a reinforcement in the form of Lend-Lease. The total number of soldiers in the two places combined was more than 200. Coupled with the 400 men that Rhodes originally had on hand, the number of troops was easy to say, and it was more than 600 people. But compared to the Gnoscan invaders, who had a force of nearly 2,000 men, Rhodes still had a pitiful number of troops at hand. Only about one-third of the other side.

But this does not hinder the confidence of this force. Not only because the people who stayed behind were warriors who had experienced bloody battles, but also because they believed that the people they followed were a true warrior chosen one.

With a few days to go before the enemy attacked, Rhodes led his men to pray in the forest, asking the bear god to give them strength. At the same time, during these days, Rhodes did not allow all to be set on fire, lest the enemy detect them from a distance. Dry food became the main food, and everyone endured it for the sake of victory in the battle.

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Asabal rode on a tall black warhorse, flanked by a giant ice wolf, Frostfang. The beast was wounded while hunting three years ago and nearly died in the wasteland, but it was he who spotted it in time and gave it the necessary treatment, water and food, and brought the beast back from the brink of death. Since then, the Icewolf has loyally followed him. They hunted together, killed enemies on the battlefield together, and made great achievements, and in recognition of their loyalty and bravery, Assabar named them "Frostfang". Because its teeth are like white frost blades, they can slice through the skin and muscles of any beast.

At this moment, Frostfang was slowly following Asabal's side.

They had been in the forest for three days and three nights, during which time they had not encountered a single enemy, and even wild beasts were rarely seen. But Asabal is not surprised by this. It is so plausible to explain that such a large tribe entered the forest en masse, and before the people could reach it, the beasts were frightened away.

At the same time, Frosttooth didn't notice anything unusual. He still walked around the chief so loyally.

Of the Bloodspear Tribe, Assabar still remembers when he took over the chieftain from his father, when he was only twenty-five years old, and after killing his brother, he became the chieftain of the tribe. The Bloodspear Tribe has been known for its bloodthirsty barbarism since ancient times. They have the best hunters, and the bloody spear is their totem.

Legend has it that the ancestor of the clan, Yarman Cooper, was a hunting giant who stabbed a thundertooth beast with a blood-stained spear.

The only road in the dark forest winds like a serpent through the dense jungle, sometimes passing through streams and rivers, sometimes around hills and hills, some as wide as plains, others as deserted as valleys.

Asabal should have been cautious on such a trail, but what had they to fear? Even the hordes of wild beasts did not dare to attack his troops, and as for the Kithrie Lady, they must be hiding in the castle at this moment and trembling.

"Pick up the pace and get to the next station before dark. ”

Looking at the setting sun overhead, Asabal clutched the reins and cried out. A procession of more than 1,000 people meandered through the forest. They traveled lightly and went south for the purpose of plundering, so they would not carry a lot of things, but after all, it was a team of nearly two thousand people, and the baggage was still indispensable. It was these baggage wagons that slowed down the troops.

Sometimes, after climbing sections, there will be situations where the horses are weak and need to be pushed by manpower, the wheels get stuck in mud puddles, and the need to unload and lift the cart is even more common. This is the disadvantage of a large army, as soon as the convoy is long, various situations are prone to appear, after all, it is not a game, and behind the dispatch of each legion there is a long supply team.

As the sun sets, the forest becomes quieter. Asabal rode his horse to the center of the procession, the sun shining through the gaps in the leaves, forming small silhouettes on the ground, flickering under the trampling of the horses' hooves. Several crows circled and chirped violently. Asabal doesn't like this animal, they are very intelligent, so clever that it makes people feel uneasy.

Crow...... Crow......

Suddenly, Asabal remembered something. However, just as he was about to give the order to halt his advance, the troops in front of him were met with a terrible ambush, and in an instant, countless screams lingered in the twilight forest.

A full 500-strong vanguard fell into the spiky trap of the Black Hammer Fort coalition in an instant, and the land was washed with blood......

Front.

The remnant sun cast a shadow, and hundreds of Norsca warriors fell into the spike trap, their bodies pierced by sharp wooden stakes, unable to move, blood flowing all over the groove, and almost at the same time as the trap was triggered, Rhodes gave the order to shoot all of them.

The Blackhammer Fort coalition forces, which had been lying in ambush on the high ground beforehand, began to rain arrows into the narrow forest path.

The dense rain of arrows rained wave after wave, playing the killing song of the dark forest.

"Kill them all, and leave not one behind!"

On the high ground, Chief Knight Virgil, under Rhodes' orders, commanded all the ranged troops to go out at full strength.

Arrows are full of traps.

Some of the Norscians who fell into the trap were lucky enough to be padded by the corpses below and not pierced through their bodies, but they could not withstand the rain of arrows from above.

In the trap zone of the battlefield, which had been turned into a pool of flesh, war horses and ice wolves constantly jumped out of the pile of corpses, panicked and fled deep into the forest, and those barbarian soldiers who did not have time to escape were all slaughtered bloodily.

"Brothers, in the name of Ersun, charge after me!"

After the overwhelming rain of arrows, Lord Rhodes of Black Hammer Castle pulled out his one-meter-seven two-handed giant sword, and roared angrily towards the chaotic Norsca tribal army in front of him, behind him, the White Bear Spirit and three hundred northern barbarian warriors followed their lord's charge, like a black mudslide, rolling down the hillside.

A feast of killing began......