"Legion-, march in formation-!!!" The centurion with a red horsehair helmet on his head summoned the soldiers beside him and calmly gave the battle order: "Keep in formation, don't be loose, advance quickly!"

One by one, the hundred-man detachment unhurriedly followed behind the cavalry charging on both sides, trotting forward, gradually transforming from the initial four-column marching corps to ten columns, using shields to protect the front and only observe the next little gap.

"Siege and Defense Queue --- Prepare Everywhere -- Tortoiseshell Formation -- !!!"

The original loose formation immediately gathered, and the long Roman infantry line converged into an independent hundred-man team to advance, the soldiers in the front row protected the front of their bodies, and the back row held the Roman shield high, stacked it layer by layer like fish scales, and the edge used shields to protect the side of the body, and the infantry queue became one after another moving "shield boxes" to protect all the positions of the entire hundred-man team.

Soon, the hundred-man squad in the back row also inserted into the first row from such a gap, and the Roman legionary infantry shouted neat and orderly slogans, stepped on the pace of drums, and the swords in their hands were on their shields, and the whole army formation did not even make a sound except for the sound of footsteps, and the silence was terrifying.

"Roar-!!!!" The orc warrior, who finally couldn't help it, roared the ancient slogan, followed behind the clan leader and took the lead, launched a full-scale charge, and couldn't wait to stab his heavy spear.

The dense tortoiseshell array met the enemy's attack like a wave one after another, and the heavy spear that failed to pierce the shield only made the soldiers in the front row shake slightly, and soon relied on the body of the brother behind to push back, and the snow-bright Roman sword pierced out from the gap in the shield, tearing out a bloodstain in the enemy's terrible howl!

Some of the orc warriors who fell into madness even jumped directly on top of the tortoiseshell array, but they were pierced into the ribs by the blade of the sword that stretched out from under them, and before they could react, they turned over from the tortoiseshell array and fell to the ground, turning into a corpse.

"Maintain the formation---, forward!!Maintain the formation---forward!!" The dense orc army was squeezed into the dense tortoiseshell formation, and it was still advancing, the heavy spear could not pierce it, the war knife could not be wielded, and the orcs, who had been defeated by these enemies once, no longer had the same self-confidence as before.

"Woo ――――――――――――――――――――――――――" A bright military horn suddenly came from behind, and before the orc warriors could understand what was going on, several tortoiseshell formations that had been forcibly advancing suddenly stopped advancing with tacit understanding, and the soldiers in the middle also received their shields to their chests.

"Kill-!!!" The soldiers standing at the edge of the queue shouted loudly and swung their shields at the enemy in front of them, and then took advantage of the fact that the other party had not yet gained a foothold, and another fierce stab!

"Roman legion--, circular queue, forward-!!!" The dense tortoiseshell formation suddenly unfolded in the center of the orc's encirclement, as if the center was blooming, completely disrupting the orc's array, from the besieger to the encircled side, the tight defense line suddenly became a scattered formation, and the empty door was wide open!

The Noldor rangers, who had been impatient for a long time, shouted the slogan "For the Forest of Silence and Anduria - !!!" before they could wait for the signal, and rushed towards the already scattered orc warriors with bows and arrows and Noldor long knives, their eyes full of anger.

"Freedom and looseness. Ustan, who was ranked Zuihou, cursed in a low voice. Theodore and Aaron, who were in a hurry to rescue, let the cavalry charge before the bow and arrow could be fired, and then the infantry followed, leaving the heavy crossbowmen to wait behind, and even the Noldor rangers who came together rushed out without waiting for the signal.

"Wing Commander, what should we do?" The flag officer beside him also looked at him with a tangled face, and pointed to the battle situation on the opposite side: "The infantry has all been engaged in battle, and if you order the crossbowmen to shoot now, you will be injured by mistake." ”

"Of course I know that!" replied Ustan coldly, taking his oval shield from his back and protecting it like an infantryman - unlike legionary infantry, the crossbowmen were only equipped with large oval shields that were carried in more ways than the rectangular Roman shields, in order to be light and agile.

"Soldier, draw your sword!" Ustan gave the order in a deep voice: "The infantry is scattered, the shield wall is covered, and the whole charge is !!!"

The "God of War Mars is with us - !!!" heavy crossbowmen have "transferred" to become heavy infantry, relying on their shields, pulling the line apart, and using the infantry's fighting style to launch an orderly charge.

The completely dispersed orcs were no longer able to organize effective resistance, and completely relied on their own bravery to confront the heavily armed coalition soldiers, and the constant howls made many orcs lose their souls, and the once bloodthirsty bravery was broken by a fiasco.

"Die, you demons trespassing in the Forest of Silence!" the female ranger of Igo Bezaro tossed and turned in the queue with agility, as if the resurrected Noldor knife slashed through the orc like a poisonous snake, and the simple-brained orc could not keep up with the "dance steps" of the female ranger, and the heavy blows that missed again and again made it restless, and then it was inadvertently split by the blade.

The agile body turned into a whirlwind of death, and with sweet but confident pride, she brought down an orc warrior who in her eyes was like a fool. Such eye-catching combat skills finally attracted the attention of several orc clan leaders, who held their shields and clenched their swords and killed the elven girl.

The vigilant Ranger of Yage hurriedly dodged the terrifying straight-edged sword, clenched his long knife and swung it out. The orc warriors, who had been prepared for a long time, immediately raised their shields to resist. There was a "bang", and the sharp blade stuck on the shield.

"Roar-!!!" The unforgiving orc warrior took the opportunity to slash a second sword, and the scrambled female ranger could only pull out the spare dagger from her waist. The terrifying strange power made her have no ability to parry at all, and flew out in the knife wind like a broken flower and leaves, and fell to the ground fiercely.

"............" Yi Ge, who closed his eyes tightly, gritted his teeth nervously, did not resist again, and waited quietly for that moment.

"For glory—!!!" The familiar voice made Igo's eyes snap open, and a roaring Ustan slammed the unsuspecting orc warrior away with his shield and kicked him to the ground.

Without giving the other party any chance to react, Ustan half-knelt against the enemy's body with his shield, clenched the Roman sword in his hand, cut off the orc's head extremely rudely, and threw the head with hot blood in it, rolling in front of him in the stunned sight of Igo.

"Stand up, do you want to die?" Ustan stared coldly at Igo, who was still lying on the ground, and walked past the female ranger with a slight gasp, without a trace of care.

"Stand in the back, woman. Ustan only turned his back to the female ranger, and his voice was serious like an order: "Fighting a war is a man's business!"

After saying that, he rushed into the orc with his shield on his shoulder, without even looking back.

"Ustan Konstantin!" Igo got up from the ground as quickly as he got up from the ground, retrieved his long knife and followed him behind him.

"I'm not done with you—!!!"

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"Salald, Salald, Salald, my brother!"

Theodore jumped almost directly from the running Weber, and hurriedly ran to the embarrassed Archduke of Ultok, who was standing awkwardly in front of the knight of Salion, with a tangled face, and hugged the other party into his arms with a bear hug!

"Thank you to the gods of heaven, you are still alive, the great Jupiter and Mars have blessed you!" Theodore excitedly hugged his friend's head, looked him in the eye, and laughed heartily: "You know, when I came, I swore to all the gods that if you dare to hang up before I come, even if you go to hell, I will take you back and teach you a lesson!"

"I'm sorry. Salald dodged Theodore's eyes in embarrassment, and pursed his lips tightly: "I'm very sorry, I shouldn't have said hello like this...... In a word............ I'm just sorry!"

"You don't just want to daoqian, you don't just have to daoqian, you have to daoqian to 30,000 brothers who are waiting hard. Aaron, who came closely, and Sibea, who came behind, looked with a witty smile at a completely different side of the heroic Salald on weekdays.

"No, it's my fault. Theodore beckoned behind him and looked back at Salad with a wry smile: "It's my reason that you have to redeem your dignity in this way, I let the arrogance of victory cover your eyes, you just did what you had to do and should do as the Grand Duke of Ultok." ”

"We just had a fight, but we're still friends! Theodore couldn't help but hold one of the "golden lion's" arms. Aaron, who was crying and laughing on the side, also walked over silently, raised his other arm, and lifted Salald's whole body.

"............" Salald was silent for a long time, licking his lips that had been dried and cracked: "That...... Next time we fight, I'll ...... I'll try to let you go a little bit. ”

"Puff hahahaha......" Theodore laughed and tilted his head very happily: "Xiexie, I'll remember to remind you, you lion!"

"Cut-! It's not promising, it's still a man. Sibeya, who came with her, pouted with disdain: "I even have to let others let me do this kind of thing!"

Theodore turned his head, and the girl turned away from him with a little blush, but Caesar shook her head disapprovingly: "It doesn't matter, this time it's up to you!"

"Caesar!" said the Knight of Elendil galloped over, covered in blood as if he had just come out of a battle. Tighten the reins of the horse and stand in front of the horse and Theodore, and he didn't even have time to breathe: "Another orc army that has fled is coming this way, and there are quite a few of them!"

"Let the flag bearer blow the trumpet!" Theodore immediately ordered: "We are defending where we are. ”

"Oh, not really. The serious Elendil actually laughed, like a childlike smile like a triumphant after successfully deceiving the adults: "Our reinforcements are coming!"

"Reinforcements?"

As soon as Theodore finished speaking, he heard a deep voice coming from outside the camp.

"Forward---for the !!! of the New Gar"