"Cannon, quick, prepare cannon!" Comer ordered in a hoarse voice. There are not many troops left here, and it is difficult to withstand the goblin attack without artillery fire support.

This magic was a long-standing slam that destroyed half of the cannons, and the remaining half survived because they hadn't been put in a cannon position yet.

A crisp sound accompanied by gunsmoke came halfway up the mountain. The sound of the muskets sounding like fairy music at the moment. Bands of goblins fall to the sound of gunfire. Relying on the support of muskets, the infantry at the foot of the mountain finally blocked this sudden attack. The two sides were in a stalemate for a while, and it was difficult to distinguish the winner.

But more goblins burst out of their positions like a blowout. Dragged with a variety of large weapons, they quickly pulled to the front of the battle line and began to set them up. Along with these goblins were shamans dressed in wolf skins and wearing bark masks. One by one, the wizards raised their hands to the sky, and the energy that shone with a strange green light surrounded them like a halo.

"This is the ultimate killer feature?!" Comer finally came to his senses. Although there are not many troops left to guard the heights, the combat effectiveness of the goblins is really not enough. The infantry of the first line, under the attack of the goblins who outnumbered them by three times, not only were not forced back, but on the contrary, they had the advantage. As long as they can suppress the enemy's ranged troops, as long as they can break the magic of those shamans, then the coalition forces will be able to withstand this raid.

"Everybody, go and help the artillerymen set up the artillery. Magicians, leave the rest alone, protect the cannon!"

There are also a dozen cannons. As long as you can survive a short period of time, and wait for the artillery to set up the artillery, and the range, lethality, and accuracy are far higher than the opponent's artillery and the enemy's fire, then the chances of winning will be very large.

In addition, his situation is not so bad. In addition to the infantry responsible for the defense at the foot of the mountain, there were at least four troops in the rear. After a brief period of confusion, the troops were now ready to attack. There was even an elite army made up entirely of dismounted knights. In addition, he had a general reserve, and although he would have liked to have reinforcements from the Turanians at once, reason told him that it would be unwise to do so. The enemy may have a backhand, especially in the battle on the North Shore. Although the coalition forces have the advantage, although the greenskins are being pressed back, and those terrible behemoths are also being forced to retreat, there is still some time before victory. Caution is necessary given the means just now.

It was already noon, but the two sides were fighting fiercely.

The Blood Banner Boss stood a little higher, watching the battle in the distance.

At this time, thin green smoke was filling the entire battlefield. That was one of the side effects of more than twenty goblin shamans casting spells. Their magic repeatedly attacked the human defenses, but each time a gap was punched, the reserves in the rear were replenished. At the same time, the human mages used all their remaining power to interfere, and a considerable part of the goblin shaman's magic was unsuccessful, or even worse - two shamans had already turned themselves into pieces because of their failed spell casting.

The failure of the pump raid just now had a major impact. The goblins, lacking the power to assault, were unable to break through the enemy's defenses, and the previous frenzy and confidence in victory were increasingly replaced by exhaustion and hopelessness. Now, their attacks are no longer aggressive, wild and ferocious, but have become mechanically numb. They were just launching a series of collective suicide attacks on the defensive line where spears and swords and shields were coordinated. Magical support has also been reduced, deserters have appeared in the troops, and many goblins seem to have lost hope of capturing enemy lines.

But beside the Blood Banner Boss, the goblins were still full of energy one by one, shouting with confidence. On the one hand, their long-range weapons have begun to be erected and gradually put into battle, and on the other hand, they know that not all of their forces are fighting in front of them. The Blood Banner Boss still has a very strong force standing by in the rear. Even the shaman, in fact, still hides most of it. The orc shaman hasn't even shown his face yet.

"Boss, let all the shamans go up!" a goblin jumped in front of the boss, no big or small.

"Mouthy, I have eyes to watch!" the Blood Banner Boss kicked the mouthy guy away and continued to observe the front line. But the goblins around him were noisy. From time to time, a goblin tries to mobilize troops under the command of the Blood Banner Boss. But none of them succeeded.

"Tarus!" the Blood Banner Boss called to his men, "If you shout again at this bastard, you'll help me cut it down!"

"Yes, boss!" replied Tarus. Since being defeated by the Blood Banner Boss, this black orc has become the Blood Banner Boss's most obedient and effective subordinate. He took his serrated axe in his hand, and his fierce gaze surveyed the surrounding goblins. All of a sudden, there was silence, and all the goblins who had been unable to keep their mouths shut down their heads one after another.

"Damn, what are those boys doing!?" the Bloodflag Boss cursed, and a few clever fellows looked along the Boss's line of sight to see a large group of goblins gathered at some distance from the battle line.

"Boss, that's infighting!" the boy explained. After looking closely, the Blood Banner Boss immediately understood that this was because the goblins in this army began to quarrel over trivial matters and fought fiercely.

"This bastard stepped on Lao Tzu's favorite boot with his stinky foot, Lao Tzu should take care of this miscellaneous piece of education!" In the distance, a small leader could be heard making a high-pitched sound eighty degrees higher than normal, even on a noisy battlefield.

All the greenskins, including the minor bosses and goblins, secretly kept themselves away from the boss. The anger in the boss's eyes wasn't meant to be a joke.

"Brother Mao's poop!" Tarus cursed as well. "Boss, let my boy pass! Just a little kid! They know how to make those bastards obedient!"

"Okay, hurry up!" it was rare for the Blood Banner Boss to be able to control his anger.

Tarus immediately summoned a black orc. Five minutes later, the black orc was rushing into the greenskins who were still fighting among themselves. Exactly as Tarus said, the black orc immediately crushed the infighting with his own personal strength, a machete. Then he led the troops that restored order to storm the human front. With the support of this new force, the Greenskins' offensive immediately resumed. There were even goblins who had just escaped from the battlefield and turned around and killed them again.

This battle is a simple and brutal war of attrition. Humans and Greenskins are the same, one warrior falls, and the other rejoins. One unit was disabled, and another was replaced. Halfway up the mountain, the muskets continued to sound, but the large groups of goblin archers were still colored. Their poisoned arrows caused a considerable amount of damage. The greenskin's magic is dwindling, but the human mages are powerless to fight back.

Goblins' ballistas and trebuchets gradually entered the battle, relying on heavy fire support, the goblins on the front line had a great advantage, and the blood banner boss noticed that the enemy had already appeared in the ranks of the enemy with foot knights wearing full armor.

Generally speaking, knights are at their most effective on warhorses, and knights on foot are a last resort. This shows that the other side no longer has a reserve force in its hands, at least there are not many reserve troops. The Greenskins are also not pleasing either, and there are now more goblins fleeing the battlefield than on the front lines.

"Tell all the remaining goblins to give it to me!" the Blood Banner Boss finally ordered! "And, let the shamans use magic!"

If Comer could see the rear of the Greenskins at this time, his face would have been filled with anger and consternation. Because Greenskin dug a wide trench here that was neither deep nor shallow. Under the cover of other green-skinned queues and banners, hidden in the trench was a large group of well-armed black orcs, who could fight and carry the best. There are also shamans of at least fifty orcs and goblins.

Hearing the boss's command, the shamans began to cast their magic. They began to perform a dance that seemed extremely ridiculous to humans, and the various fragmentary amulets and totemic tokens they wore on their bodies shook back and forth and rattled.

"Boys, give them all to me!squash them!Waaaaagh!" roared the Blood Banner Boss. Then all the goblin troops that had not yet been dispatched screamed and began to charge.

A string of cannonballs landed in the middle of the charging goblins. Iron cannonballs swept through the dense formation of greenskins, killing hundreds of hapless goblins in an instant. This sudden blow stunned the entire goblin army, and the morale just now disappeared without a trace.

The cannon was finally in place! Comer, who was standing at the top of the high ground, finally breathed a sigh of relief. The infantry, under the cover of muskets, barely withstood the attack. But now, the situation is different. A salvo deterred the Greenskin's main force.

Placed on high ground, the cannon has a longer range, better hits, and greater deterrence.

Two cannons that did not participate in the salvo also fired, and they aimed at a goblin ballista. Two solid shells immediately dismantled the crudely close machine, and smashed the operator into green mud as well.

"Keep firing! Deal with the war machines first. He ordered. The gunners methodically began to clean the chambers, re-place the gunpowder and fill the shells. Greenskin's previous magic raid couldn't have been more successful. Even if a new shaman emerges from the greenskins, the human mages will use all their power to protect the cannon.

The second round of artillery fire caused great results. At least eight catapults or ballistas or the like were shattered. Some of the operators screamed and fled backwards. All of a sudden, all the goblins were shaken, and they began to retreat, and it was about to turn into a rout.

But in the Greenskins' position, there was a sudden scream of terror, and a bright green flash appeared above the Greenskins' army, suspended in midair. Then, a flash of light erupted, and a piercing and sharp horn sounded as if from the sky, resounding throughout the battlefield. The goblins' instinct to fight was awakened in an instant, and the frenzy of battle and murder once again ran through the blood that flowed beneath the green skin. In the midst of one terrifying shrill howl after another, all the greenskins couldn't help but let out a shout, responding to the call from the depths of their souls.

“Waaaaagh！”

The human cannons responded even louder, roaring cannonballs whizzing and flying towards the goblins' troops, the wreckage of the goblins flying in all directions with each cannon sound.

But this time the goblins were not repulsed. Death and corpses now only make the goblins' frenetic nerves more excited. The goblins crossed over the corpses of their companions, not even looking at them, and now the only thing they saw was their eternal enemy in the front line.