Section 26 cannibalization

I pondered...... Something seems wrong......" said the Ironhide Boss. As he spoke, he was not surprised to hear a burst of cannon fire in the distance. It looks like his rearguard unit has been attacked again. But the Tin Boss was used to this kind of thing, so he wasn't even interested in looking back.

"Boss, are you saying that the dwarves are attacking a little too much?" As usual, the goblin couldn't wait to show his ingenuity. "That's a good thing!"

"What's the good thing?"

"Boss, you want to. The hardest thing for the dwarves to fight is their castle. The more dwarves leave the castle, the easier it will be for them to deal with, isn't it?"

"That's right!" the Ironhide Boss thought for a moment, and felt that this was also a fact. It made him feel a little better.

Either way, they probably won't be able to reach the dwarven castle before dark. The Tin Boss decides to choose a good place to set up camp. As soon as he sent a few detachments to find a suitable place to camp, there was a commotion in the greenskins, and the tin boss was also alarmed.

The source of the commotion was a wounded, miserable-looking wolfrider boy. It took a lot of effort for the Ironhide Boss to recognize that this wolf rider boy was the same group he had sent to chase down the fleeing dwarven organ cannons. Or one of those batches.

The Wolf Rider Kid was covered in blood. The Ironhide Boss only took a cursory glance and knew that this kid had dodged at least six bullets under Brother Mao's protection—all of which grazed his body instead of hitting him directly. As long as he really gets a bullet, or a few more abrasions, this fateful wolf rider boy will not be able to come back to report the news.

"Boss......" the wolf rider boy said, and the tone indicated that he had come to report the funeral.

It must be said that it was definitely not a fluke that the Iron Boss became the commander of the war, because he actually listened very patiently to the wolf rider boy finish the whole battle. What's even more rare is that even if he listened to it, he didn't directly split the kid who escaped with an axe, but carefully pondered the news brought by the wolf rider kid.

"You say, you fell into the trap of the dwarves?"

"Yes, Boss, they attacked on both sides, and they also dug a trap for wolves on the ground...... "The wolf rider boy painted the battle scene again. Half of the content is how cunning the dwarves are, surrounding their hundreds of wolf riders with overwhelming forces, and the other half is how brave he is, how he cut down ten dwarves in his way one after another in this desperate situation, and finally managed to escape with a bloody way escorted by dwarven bullets.

Of course, the Boss of the Iron Sheet didn't believe the wolf rider's boastful words. One thing is certain, though—the dwarves did set a trap and killed three hundred wolfriders in one fell swoop.

This shows that the attack on the Greenskins today was definitely premeditated.

However, the iron boss is still very confident. Even if he lost three hundred wolfriders, what was it? His tribe numbered fifty thousand, not counting the snot. The dwarves, on the other hand, have much less force. Besides, to annihilate three hundred wolf riders in one fell swoop would mean that the dwarves would have to gather an equal number of troops—which meant that in other battlefields, the dwarves' forces would be reduced by so much. At least three hundred dwarves would not have time to retreat into their fortified castle.

At this time, the subordinates reported that they had found a good place to camp in front.

The news of the pathfinders was reliable, and the Tin Boss soon came to the camp they had chosen. The location was good, large enough to accommodate his army, with a mountain stream running through it, and the terrain suitable for defense, and even better - it was once a dwarven camp, so there was a lot of ready-made materials.

The goblins soon built a makeshift camp that was sturdy by greenskin standards. Probably because it was getting late, the harassment that had lasted for half a day was over. By the time the Greenskins set up camp, the harassment was gone. Although the Iron Boss was very cautious and sent a large number of scouts to investigate the surroundings, he could not find any trace of the dwarves. It looks like they're also retracting to the castle, waiting for tomorrow's showdown.

......

It was getting dark.

The last group of greenskins were pressed into a depression by the fire of the battery. However, there is a cliff behind them, and the greenskins have no way to escape. With the sparks of the cannon's muzzle flashing again and again, the remaining green skin turned into a mass of broken limbs and rotten flesh.

Eliminating these greenskins on this established battlefield is a breeze. Because here, the dwarves have all the advantages they need on the battlefield: troops, firepower, favorable terrain, and surprise surprises. So a thousand or so green-skinned orcs were completely wiped out in the roar of cannons and muskets. The last greenskin collapsed in a volley of muskets, and the engineers pulled out their axes and went up to do the last job.

Mante 61 Bergman watched it all come to an end. It was obviously a victory, but there was an indescribable depression in his chest. The whole time, he and his elite squad of long-bearded warriors could only watch from the sidelines, unable to do anything.

This afternoon, he was involved in six battles. However, these battles lack realism, as they easily crush the greenskins every time. Right now, it's the last battle, because it's getting dark.

Whether Mante likes it or not, he can only be a spectator in this fight. That's what makes him feel aggrieved.

The musketeers had done their last job—as the number of unbroken greenskins was small, so they were done quickly—carrying their three muskets, and passing by the bearded warriors with vigour.

"Hey, Mante!" someone greeted him. A few seconds later Mante recognized it as the Borg 61 Agney, one of the famous engineers. The engineer's fame stems not from his achievements in engineering techniques, but from the battlefield. Borg is very good at using muskets and is a well-known musketeer among the dwarves, even within the Society of Engineers. It's not the first time Mante and the musketeer have been comrades—and probably not the last.

"It's you. Mante looked at the other party's expression and knew that this guy was going to brag again. The engineers are always like this, and every time their cannons hit the enemy by chance, they blow cattle for three days and three nights. These guys don't understand that the toughest battles are won with axes, shields, and armor. Their cannons and muskets were just foils.

"I'm sorry to let you run for nothing. Borg said unashamedly. "Actually, you have to understand that we can do this work alone. The reason why I asked you to come here is because the Great Foundry is worried about what if. I mean, he's too cautious. But you're still a good fit for the audience, aren't you?"

It took a lot of effort for Mante to control the urge to punch his opponent in the face.

"Get a good night's rest. The rest is up to our engineers. Maybe there's still a little more to live tomorrow...... Oh, I mean 'maybe'. With that, Borg led his men away.

Every dwarf knows that there will be a big move tonight. Because the dwarves had already arranged a good camp for Greenskin, and provided all kinds of additional materials for building the camp, so that Greenskin would not run away. All of these things are genuine, and they cannot be rejected by green skins. In fact, it was the perfect camp for the Greenskins - of course, they wouldn't have informed the Greenskins about a large pile of gunpowder buried underground.

At this time, the communication rune stone in his arms reacted. Mante took the stone out, and from it came the order of the great foundry, Ashrufat. Mante and his team must keep up with Borg and provide them with the necessary cover.

The old dwarf was displeased, but obeyed, and followed the stinking musketeers with his men.

"What, the master asked you to come along, but do you know what a blast is?" After a short moment, Borg came to Mante's side, continuing his superiority remarks.

"I don't understand. Mante replied. "When a mother doesn't need to know what the child is playing, she just needs to know that the child needs to be taken care of. ”

"Thanks, Mom!" Borg begged for amusement and walked away.

"Master, how are our results and casualties?" After walking a little further, Mante once again took out the Communication Rune Stone. Since the dwarven army was scattered throughout the area in small groups, he wanted to ask about the overall situation.

"Before dark, about 10,000 greenskins were annihilated. After the magical communication, the Great Forge's voice was somewhat mechanical and calm. "By setting up the gunpowder, it is expected that thousands of Greenskins will be annihilated again at dawn tomorrow, preferably their boss. Our side has so far lost two dead, lost one cannon, and has no serious wounded. ”

The communication ends, and the runestone loses its reaction. Only Mante was left pinching the stone in a daze.

These engineers...... What kind of battle are they fighting!

......

The harassment of the dwarves began in the second half of the night.

In fact, the Greenskins are already prepared for this - it is impossible to harass and sneak attack such a dwarf during the day, and it is impossible to stop at night. In particular, the detachments that were sent out to pursue the dwarves during the day were almost all gone. Even if a few come back by chance, they are still defeated by the remnants, and they flee back to report the funeral. From this point of view, the Greenskins knew that the troops they had sent to pursue (mainly the goblins' light cavalry) would probably never return.

If it were a human army, in the face of such a large loss of light cavalry, ordinary soldiers would have already been seriously shaken. But that's not the case with the greenskins. The greenskins know that goblins don't have a good idea when they start a war. Except for the occasional occasion when they were overwhelmingly numerous, which goblins weren't crushed at the touch of a button? If you want to fight a tough battle and fight a bad battle, you can only rely on orcs. As long as the orcs are still there, even if the goblins are dead, Greenskin hasn't lost yet.

However, this time the situation of dwarf harassment is beyond imagination. This time the harassment began with the roar of cannons. The dwarf had dragged some cannons from nowhere, and they were bombarded at the greenskinned camp from a distance. Although every greenskin knows that the cannon can only kill scattered enemies, it is still a dog.