Section 39 Pinching

"Food...... Ogre!" a goblin cried out in fear. The distance between the two sides was too close to escape. The Tin Boss immediately realized that the ogre was quietly approaching under the cover of the cannon fire and battle cries just now.

Both dwarves and greenskins know something about the ogre race. Not to mention a smart war commander like the Tin Boss, even an ordinary orc kid understands that it definitely doesn't mean anything good for a group of ogres to quietly approach you. In particular, the ogres were heavily armed, wearing brand new armor, holding a huge war hammer, and wearing that ogre-like classic grin. The Tin Boss knows this smile - this greedy and happy expression that ogres usually look at when they look at the food (i.e., the fresh meat).

Then the ogre charged.

The ogre was twice as tall as the tallest orc, weighed more than six times the heaviest orc, was covered in steel, and had a huge stomach shield over its fat belly. When this giant creature charged, it was more like an unstoppable landslide than an attack. The greenskins know that ogres are mercenaries who can afford to pay a lot of mercenary money, and they are very formidable enemies on the battlefield. The Ogre warrior (commonly known as the "Bull Bull") can stop a chariot with his belly, can crush an entire squadron with a clean and neat single force, and can easily kill the strongest fighter in the team. When the "strong bulls" wear a full suit of armor, they are called "iron stomachs" and become elite soldiers that make any enemy tremble.

Although the Greenskins are very warlike creatures, they don't dare to go to war with ogres easily. To put it mildly, Greenskins will choose to hire ogres rather than enemies whenever possible.

But if you really encounter ogres on the battlefield, then the only feasible way is to overwhelm them with an overwhelming number of troops, or drive them off the battlefield. Normally, this means at least ten times more troops than the ogres. And this number refers to orcs, not goblins. As for snot essence, don't count on it.

The Ironhide Boss originally had this force, but his trouble was that almost all of his troops were sent to the front line to fight the dwarves. At the moment, there aren't even as many troops around the Tin Boss as there are ogres, and most of them are goblins with smart brains but not very strong arms and legs - goblins usually gather around the boss and rack their brains to give the boss advice as a reference.

Although the Iron Boss is a war commander who is very confident in his mind and muscles, he also understands that he has no hope of winning in this situation. His question was whether he could escape.

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The battle on the edge of the trench was nearing its end. At present, the dwarves still have the upper hand, and they have no difficulty resisting the attack of the greenskins. But that's about to change. It's all thanks to the greenskins who fell into the trench before - the impaled, killed greenskins have filled the bottom of the trench, causing the new greenskins to fall on the dead (or undead). With the cover of this "carpet", they will not be pierced by stakes and can try to break through the dwarves' defenses in a much better state. And as this carpet gets thicker and thicker, sooner or later the greenskins will be able to rush to the dwarven position without any obstacles.

The artillery had at this time given up trying to stop the troops on the right side of the greenskins with a barrage. All the artillery was replaced with shotguns and began to provide fire support to the fighters at the front. Shotguns shoot at a close range, but whenever they are fired, they can always sweep away a large area of greenskin. No armor can withstand these terrifying metal shards. Paired with musket bullets, at least half of the green skins that rushed towards them fell in their path.

But the magic frenzy still boiled in Greenskin's blood, refusing to go away. Despite such a powerful firepower, the greenskins still moved forward unwaveringly.

Helicopters in the sky were hovering anxiously. The helicopter was originally equipped with light guns for shooting, but in order to prolong the airtime of the aircraft, this time all the light guns of the Avengers were removed. So the driver could only watch the change in the battle situation on the ground, listening to the sound of roars and weapons clashing from the ground.

The dwarves are still holding on, but how much longer can they hold on? The green-skinned army is like a green torrent with no end in sight, rushing towards the thin defenses of the dwarven warriors. Even intensive artillery fire could not make the river look any sparse.

Farther away, the shamans with all sorts of strange masks and cloaks of haphazard grooves had finished resting and began to prepare for the second round of spellcasting. They've started to wriggle their butts and do all sorts of dance-like moves. Even though the dwarven pilots didn't know much about magic, they were sure that the shamans weren't dancing to liven up the atmosphere. At present, it is the dwarven battle line that is still attacked by those who have no formation, only a fanatical straggler. Soon, however, the greenskinned phalanxes that formed the battle formation would approach the dwarven lines. Although the phalanxes were all heavily damaged by the cannons and muskets, they remained in formation and were about to deliver their most powerful blow. The dwarven front is about to face a severe test, a decisive victory.

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Mante 61 Bergman wields his axe, splitting a goblin that climbs in half, and then the axe recovers a blow that separates the head of the other goblin from its mouth. Taking advantage of the brief gap between battles, he kept an eye on his team. So far, not a single dwarf has fallen in his ranks, but he can't guarantee the others. He could see that the Great Forge, Ashrufat, had also been engaged in battle with his Hammer Warrior Guard—right in the most dangerous position, right in the direction of Greenskin's main attack. The master wielded the Greenskin Calamity, invincible under the light of his sword. Together with his guards, he completely contained the Greenskins' onslaught.

Mante 61 Bergman turned around and began his part. The dwarves held back waves of green like a line of reefs, but Mante's arms began to feel tired from the repeated slashing, and the iron armor on his body seemed to weigh several tons. Although he tried his best to appear energetic and shout to encourage his men to fight, his movements inevitably slowed down.

Greenskin's offensive didn't crumble like the battles he had experienced, and in fact, Greenskin's real main attack was getting closer to them. The greenskins of the brigade, lined up in dense phalanxes, let out a wild roar and rushed from the front. The trench in front of the dwarf had been filled with greenskinned corpses, leaving no longer any obstacles between the two sides.

A timely shotgun came from Mante's rear position, blasting a gap in the greenskin phalanx on the opposite side. The storm of metal formed a fan, and the green skin that swept through it was not spared. But the orc kid in the rear immediately filled the gap. The greenskins began to charge with their shields in front of them, running faster and faster. Knowing what the Greenskins were trying to do, the Greenskins tried to use their numerical advantage to break up the dwarven defenses head-on, making the battle a scuffle. Then, in the melee, rely on superior forces to eliminate the scattered and fragmented dwarves.

"Waaaagh......" the greenskins roared. Now there is nothing to stop them, and the minds of all orc boys are filled with a frenzy of victory and slaughter. The dwarves raised their shields, silently ready for the most dangerous of waves.

"Musketeer, three shots in a row!" Mante heard a shout from the Grand Forge, Ashrufat, and the shout resounded throughout the battlefield like a lion.

A wave of bullets slammed into the charging greenskin's head like a torrential rain. Shields and armor could not protect them, and the greenskins that rushed ahead fell one after another. A second wave of bullets followed, and before the greenskins could recover their senses, a large number of them were knocked to the ground. A third wave of bullets hit Greenskin's head a few dozen paces behind, completely disrupting Greenskin's steps. The lack of discipline on the part of the greenskins was evident, and after their dense phalanx was disrupted, they had no way to regroup at the very last point, so they scattered on the dwarven defenses.

Few dwarves noticed that the green skins flickered in mid-air and coalesced into the shape of big feet. No one even noticed that the Great Forgeist Ashruphat suddenly raised his sword in the short moment before the battle, and remained in this stiff position for several seconds. The green glow dissipated harmlessly, and the magic that would have caused great damage eventually turned into inconspicuous green dots of light, which fell to the edge of the dwarven position, or simply fell on the dwarven shield armor, without even scratching the slightest itch, and few people even noticed.

Now, Mante 61 Bergman and his men are in formation. The greenskin's scattered dash had no effect, just giving the dwarves more chance to attack. Hordes of brat were slashed, and the dwarves' refined weapons never ceased, and they stood in the way of the green tide like a hardened reef. Greenskin's most threatening offensive has been dismantled, and Green's death frenzy can no longer shake the impregnable of steel and flesh. The dwarves understood that they had seen the dawn of victory.

At this moment, the butcher warriors are still fighting on the flanks and in combination with the troll goblins. And they've had an unexpected advantage. More than half of the trolls have been killed, and their ugly heads have been chopped off by the butchers one by one.

The Greenskins have lost the chance to use their formation to break down the dwarven defenses in one fell swoop. Under the repeated blows of the dwarves' powerful long-range firepower, the greenskins have been greatly damaged. The frenzy caused by magic had now faded, and Greenskin's morale had been greatly affected. The previous frenzy and indomitable spirit are increasingly being replaced by exhaustion and hopelessness.

They were still fighting, but the possibility of breaking through the dwarven front at once was gone. At this point, the Greenskins have reverted to their first combat posture, which is also the most common posture in the Dwarves and Greenskins' wars - the War of Attrition. They are waiting to rely on numerical superiority and deplete the dwarves with little by little numbers. In fact, if all this continues, they will be able to do it sooner or later, after all, they have too much advantage in numbers. But on the other side of the battlefield, the ogres have destroyed the Greenskins, and the Ironhide and his shamans have vanished into the storm of death unleashed by these giant creatures.

Then, suddenly, the greenskins noticed that the cannon fire had stopped. However, this was not good news at all, as the dwarves stopped firing to avoid accidentally injuring their allies - by this time, the ogre had already come to the rear of the Greenskin's main force and immediately attacked. With a ferocious charge, the Iron Stomachs effortlessly tore a gaping hole in the greenskin's battle line.

The hammer and anvil finally hammered together.

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The ground was littered with the corpses of the greenskins that had been killed.

The white-handed boss stood on a large rock and looked at his own captive in front of him. The captives were disarmed and awaited the decision of the victors. Their life and death are now in the hands of the white-handed boss.

This is already the last greenskin tribe capable of resisting. But the white-handed boss easily proves how stupid this rebellion is.

"Listen to me...... I'm the white-handed boss......" The white-handed boss surrendered to these boys who could still breathe, as is customary. None of the greenskins would have made a second choice in this case. After a short while, the white-handed boss added a thousand more subordinates.