What is the most important thing to need in a battle? Bode pondered this question for a long time, and consulted many people, and finally he came up with a satisfactory answer: courage, and only the most tenacious courage can make oneself invincible.

As for the rest, those are just appendages and don't have much impact. Bode believed that the courage to defend their homeland and their hatred of their enemies would be enough for the great Noldor warriors to defeat all enemies, especially the savage, uncultured, and uninformed orcs.

In fact, when he first arrived in the South, he used to laugh at the leaders of the Southern warriors. They did fight the enemy very hard, but they did not reach the point of despair -- an army of 10,000 Noldor hunters from the south broke up with more than 1,800 casualties!

Even if they sent more than 3,000 relatively young soldiers north to cover the civilians, plus during this period of time, due to illness, festering wounds and injuries caused by death, the southern army still maintained an elite force of more than 4,000 people, and they didn't even have the courage to confront the enemy!

Not only Bode alone, but in fact most of the northern hunters also looked at these fellow warriors with a look of contempt, which made these ranger warriors who had fought bloodily ashamed.

With the high prestige of the Ardalia family and an impassioned speech, Bode easily re-aroused the morale of these lost warriors, and willingly accepted the command of this young man, and the two armies were combined into one, and Bode suddenly had a strong army of more than 10,000 people!

Perhaps because it was all too fast and easy, Bode became more and more eager, and the youthful enthusiasm and the desire to be recognized by others made him immediately start preparing to march, no longer waiting for the slow arrival of the human alliance and the Anduria Rangers, he wanted to prove to others how good the heirs of the Aldalia family were!

He couldn't wait to add another syllable to the old family name of the Ardalia, a syllable of his own name, so that all the Nodos would always remember his great deeds and dedication.

Although it didn't go so smoothly at first--the Nordons, who had not fought for 600 years, no longer knew how to reorganize their army, and everyone was a little at a loss when they were better off near their settlements, but now they were fighting across borders, but fortunately when he was in Anduria, Handel emphasized over and over again that the young proud warrior still remembered some rules and regulations. Coupled with the fact that they had already fought a battle, and with the assistance of some experienced southern leaders, this army did not fall into chaos. Anyway, they still went to the battlefield without a hitch.

However, compared to the excitement on Bode's side, the Khan of Kosai, who had won once, obviously did not buy it. He didn't even send his main army, although the Noldor elves were menacing, and the orc camp only ordered the servant army, the Dwarven Iron Wall Legion, to meet them, and in order to prevent these people from not working, Kosai also had his cronies lead a thousand orc warriors to follow as a warlord.

When he first arrived at the battlefield, Bode was excited for a while—the enemy didn't seem to have sent any fewer troops than his own, but he soon found out—that most of them were dwarven servants, with only a handful of orc soldiers, and his mood immediately changed from nervous to angry - he was looked down upon!

Enraged, Bode also paid attention to an arithmetic problem - there were more than 12,000 Noldor warriors on his side, the dwarven Iron Wall Legion must have suffered some casualties after a few battles, and the orcs only had a little more than a thousand, which meant that the army on his side was at least equal to theirs. And the dwarven legion does not have a long-range liliang, and the Noldor warriors are all the most haode archers, and they will win by themselves!

Although the Noldor army that hastily responded to the battle failed to occupy the favorable terrain and was seized by the dwarven servants, they were still startled by the long-range front composed of a whole 10,000 Noldor army! The rain of arrows poured by the 10,000 Noldor hunters flew towards the low slope like locusts crossing the border, and even the rays of the sun were obscured by this terrible rain of arrows. The enraged Noldor Hunter barely aim, and he doesn't have to aim—the enemy is right in front of him!

The notoriously stubborn Ironwall Legion immediately covered its body with shields, but they soon found that this was in vain - the round shield with a diameter of one meter was filled with bows and arrows in a matter of minutes, and became extremely heavy. The dwarven warriors began to raise their spears, shields bowed, and trotted toward the Noldor Legion's line.

And the warriors on Noldor's side, after discovering that the enemy was attacking, also threw away the bows and arrows in their hands, drew their long knives and rushed towards their mortal enemies who wanted to peel off their skin and bones, and the entire army turned into a storm and waves, and collided head-on with the dwarven spear phalanx in a roar!

The dwarves used a four-meter-long phalanx spear, and a one-meter-diameter round shield was just enough to help the whole body and the arms of the warriors beside them - this is a dwarf with a relatively short body, but with thick limbs, it is impossible for a normal human soldier to hold a four-meter spear in one hand and a shield in the other.

A four-meter spear, and a Noldor knife of about a meter. Throwing away the negligible short arms of the dwarves, the distance of three meters in between is the distance between life and death, the distance to be offset by flesh and blood.

One Noldor warrior after another stopped in front of the tip of the spear, and even if it was pierced by the spear, they were desperate to cut off the spear, but the hateful spear seemed to be endless, and the dwarven soldiers who lost their spears moved silently from the gap between the ranks to the rear of the array, and the soldiers in the back row took a step forward as a whole. No matter how much the Noldor warriors charged, they couldn't break through the spear-tipped shield wall.

Screams of pain, spurts of blood, cracking armor.................. Death and wails filled Shijie in Bode's eyes, the swollen blood gradually became cold, he wanted to move, but he couldn't control his body, just reacted subconsciously, wielding a long knife.

The battlefield requires more than courage -- absolute discipline, clear goals, indifference to death, ambition for victory, hope to live! These are the liliang that support the soldiers in battle.

Of course, if there is a victorious general present, everything will be easy -- as long as he stands there, all the soldiers will be convinced that they will win! This simple thinking will produce a wonderful resonance, and then turn into an invincible belief and fight the enemy to the end.

Unfortunately, Bode had not yet achieved that prestige, and he could not convince his warriors that he would win, and that the enemy would flee at the sight of their banner.

The rout, which began an hour after the battle........................

In fact, it could not be called a rout, and the Noldor elves began to withdraw from the battlefield under the command of their leader, and the older warriors bought time for the younger ones to retreat. Crying and screaming, Bode smiled and fell in a pool of blood as he watched one familiar face after another shield the sharp spear tip and heavy hatchet axe for him.

It's too fragile, and the thin flesh and blood body will turn into a cold corpse in just a few minutes.

This is war, it is not hunting, and the enemy is not a beast, but a group of disciplined beasts.

Fortunately, the command system of this large army did not completely collapse, and the warriors, full of resentment, retreated in batches after the leaders of the original settlement, and in good order, which can be regarded as a little bit of training.

The army marched north along the road of steel, but instead of taking the right path, it rushed into the boundless forest. This was their home field, and they skilfully weaved through the woods, turning into numerous dense streams, and they even had time to take with them the bows and arrows they had left behind—for no other reason, the dwarves' legs were too short.

Resentful, reluctant, Bode gritted his teeth and followed the evacuating team, with tears flying, and the right hand holding the long knife had cracked open.

Behind them were the Dwarven Iron Wall Legion, still in full formation, trotting forward with spears in hand, unhurried pursuit. They were slow, but they were so close that Bode didn't have time to regroup, so he had to keep chasing like lost dogs.

They didn't go far before they met the scouts heading north, and learned from these rangers that the army was slowly heading north, more than 18,000 people, was heading north!

At this time, Bode knew that as long as he held on for a short while, this powerful new force would be able to join him and annihilate the dwarven servant army that had begun to exhaust.

But there is no if in this world, and what they can do now is to move from both sides of the steel avenue to the rear of the army, so as not to collide with the front of the coalition forces -- the original main force is now an away force to watch the battle.

No matter how reluctant Bode is, he can only grit his teeth and accept this reality. In fact, it is true, although he can see the deep contempt in the other party's eyes, but the hot-blooded young man when he came, now in his heart, there is only endless regret and guilt for the robe.

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"So, what we have to deal with is only the dwarven legion that has suffered a lot of losses and is almost exhausted, and a thousand orc warriors?"

Salald smiled and looked at the horizon in the distance, and looked at Terenus beside him with a bright face: "So what are we waiting for?

"It's going to be a good start. Terenus nodded: "But it is the prerogative of young people to charge on horseback, so I will not participate, I believe you can do a good job." ”

"Of course. Aaron rode out, brandished his sword, looked at Theodore and Salad excitedly, and said, "Do you want to race, both?"

"Of course!"/"Am I going to refuse?!"

"Avoid the dwarven army, and we'll annihilate the orcs first. Terenus reminded, "If we can, we should choose to enlist all possible allies!"

"What if they insist on going their own way?"

"Then we don't need to be merciful!" said Terenus with a grim face, his tone as cold as a blizzard in the Far North Ice Field.