Section XXXVII: Fighting

"I can't do this kind of calculation......" Carrie said with some frustration. "There are a lot of limitations in my thinking circuit. ”

"Didn't you command quite well before?" Ashrufat asked rhetorically, somewhat surprised.

"That's by circumventing these constraints with complex logic. Carrie replied. "In short, I can't directly use my abilities for war. All I can do is calculate your own safety factor, or use a spell to help or something. ”

Ashrufat began to understand a little. He originally thought it was a little strange, with Carrie's previous ability to dominate, how could Kotoshin be defeated in Kalean. Carrie may seem omnipotent, but in fact she has some shortcomings - of course, this is normal. If Carrie really has the ability to command the battlefield, then when she was in St. Jean, when she was still under Thomas, Carrie would have shown it.

Carrie's previous explanation was that she didn't have "war data for this primitive era." Ashrufat thought that this sentence meant that she did not know about the wars in this world and had no experience. But at that time, Ashruphat was also inexperienced and learned from scratch. Now he's mastered, or at least he thinks he has, the ability to be a general, but Carrie doesn't know anything either. This is especially true of on-the-spot commands.

As he spoke, Greenskin's dispatch was almost complete. With a small leader's chant of "Waaaagh......", all the greenskins let out the same wild cry, causing the mountains to echo it. Experienced dwarven warriors know that this is a sign that Greenskins are about to launch a strong attack.

Mante 61 Bergman watched Master Ashruphat pass in front of him. The young Grand Forge wears an elaborate suit of black armor made of Glolim, the pinnacle of dwarven metalworking. The black armor sparkles like stars in the sun. The young leader's demeanor was as calm and determined as if he had descended from the heavens, and his greatsword "Greenskin Calamity" was clenched in his powerful hands in the metal gauntlets, and he stood on the shield of four heavily armed hammer warriors from the High King's Guard. Behind Ashrufat was a small group of elite warriors holding banners aloft, depicting red dragon-shaped flags fluttering proudly in the wind.

"My warriors," Ashrufat's voice rang out at the front of the dwarven army. "Before us are the filthy and filthy enemies! They have nothing to fear but their numbers. But we are ready to fight them! We need not be afraid of the number of the enemy, for we are going to let them witness the wrath of our righteousness today! We will crush them with the roar of steel!"

He raised the magic greatsword in his hand high, "We will be victorious!"

As if dissatisfied with this declaration, Greenskin's roar was suddenly amplified tenfold. Then, right in front of all the dwarves, the greenskins charged. This time it wasn't the kind of tentative attack that had happened before, but a full-fledged onslaught. Tens of thousands of greenskins charged in two waves. The Greenskin Boss did this very cleverly - he scattered half of his charging force to attract the fire of the dwarves, and the other half of his troops gathered in a phalanx and followed behind the skirmishers. This way, while the dwarves are busy wasting their firepower on the skirmishers in front of them, the orc phalanx can launch a real offensive.

Because the greenskins have an overwhelming numerical advantage in their forces, even if they divide half of their forces to attract dwarven firepower, the remaining greenskins still have an advantage in troops. And this wave of offensive is not the whole greenskin army, at least half of the troops are still in place as a reserve.

The dwarf's reaction is simple and swift. Dozens, if not more, cannons bombarded the enemy with countless shells at the same time. Cannonballs whizzed like damnation at the charging Greenskins, followed by explosions and screams. The new type of artillery shells exerted great lethality, instantly setting off a storm of dirt, flesh and steel on the battlefield.

However, before the smoke from the explosion cleared, the greenskins had already rushed through the smoke and continued to shout, waving their weapons and rushing towards them. Because it was a skirmisher, Greenskin's casualties were far less than expected. And the phalanx pressed up from behind made the green-skinned skirmishers not hesitate at all.

"Boss, this time. A goblin gave the good news to the Tin Boss, but the Tin Boss just carried his machete and looked into the distance. The Ironhide Boss also had a lot of experience fighting the dwarves, so he knew that the cannon was a great threat to dense enemies, but it was only effective against the stragglers. Of course, the dwarves probably spared the skirmishers and bombarded the phalanx behind with cannons. But their numbers were so small that even the half of the charging greenskins would pose a huge threat to the dwarven front.

Besides, even if the dwarves resisted this wave of attacks with huge casualties, this was not the entire army of the greenskins. The Iron Boss still has more than half of his subordinates on the field, and half of the troops attacking this time are still goblins. Even if the dwarves survive this wave, they can't withstand the next wave.

In short, it looks like no matter how you fight, you will win, and this is the advantage of the side with superior forces.

At this time, there was no wind, and the smoke formed by the explosion of the shells could not dissipate for a while, temporarily obscuring the battlefield. Although he could hear the shouts of "Waaaagh ......" in front of him, the Iron Boss could no longer see the specific situation in front of him. However, the Boss of the Iron Skin does not mind this, on the contrary, he welcomes it. He believed that in the face of absolute strength, any trick was useless. In addition, the smoke also affects the vision of the dwarven gunners, concealing the main phalanx of the greenskin attacking forces. In this case, it will be difficult for the dwarven cannons to attack the main greenskin phalanx.

The Tin Boss looked up at the helicopter in the sky. Although he said that he could clean up the dwarves on the ground, he had no problem with these flying machines in the sky. It frustrated him. He thought that when the battle was over, he would have to find out the helicopter's base and smash it to pieces.

Then he heard the sound of a platoon of guns, and he realized that it was because his men had rushed to the range of the muskets.

The sound of artillery, explosions, screams, and the green-skinned "Waaaagh......" mix make up the dominant sound on the battlefield. The Tin Boss began to hate the gunsmoke, and it was because of them that he couldn't see the specifics clearly. He closed his eyes and listened to the attack force engaging the dwarves, eager to see it for himself. It sounded intense, and he couldn't help but fantasize about what it would be like, even though it wasn't good at fantasy.

Then the Tin Boss began to feel that something was not quite right. The gunfire and artillery were still blazing, but the shouts of "Waaaagh" had become sparse. This means that the Greenskins' offensive has been thwarted...... But that's not possible!

A long-awaited mountain breeze blew, blowing away the smoke that filled the battlefield and obscured the view. Then the Tin Boss saw an almost unbelievable scene.

His attacking troops failed to rush forward, and they were blocked on the edge of the broken hillside.

The Iron Boss stared at the battlefield. Now he understands the secret. When the charging greenskins encounter the groundbreaking slope, they must separate left and right to get around the obstacle. Most of the greenskins naturally chose to take a detour to the right side, and the dwarves poured all the cannonballs on this side, forming a wall of dead artillery fire here. They didn't shoot at the greenskins, they shot at the land, which made it impossible for the greenskins to rush through at all - they would turn into scum in a rain of bullets.

On the other side, groups of greenskins rushed forward and were met with concentrated fire from the musketeers. Under the dense barrage of bullets, most of the greenskins were killed, and the rest rushed in formation, and then were blocked by the thin infantry defense. The dwarves dug trenches in front of the infantry, and the trenches were filled with sharp wooden spikes, an ancient but very efficient fortification that stretched across the entire front of the dwarven ranks, and any greenskins that tried to rush up would fall into the trench first, and then climb out with the dwarves' axes and hammers - if they could climb up.

Half of the troops were suppressed under artillery fire and could not rush forward, and the other half of the troops were heavily killed and damaged by the rain of bullets and the formation was disrupted. This puts the Greenskins at an absolute disadvantage in melee combat, despite having an advantage in total strength. The dwarven infantry held the line almost effortlessly. The battle was a one-sided massacre, with a large number of greenskins dying in vain at the hands of dwarven shells and bullets. The greenskins screamed in frenzy and rage, but they couldn't stop the rain of bullets from piercing their bodies mercilessly, and their dying howls even drowned out the roar of their muskets.

"Brother Mao's poop!" the Ironhide Boss let out a curse. "Why is it so hard to take out a few dwarves now?" he turned his head and looked at the people around him. Several goblins were frightened by the boss's fanatical gaze.

"You guys!" said the Tin Boss, pointing to a few goblins. "Blasting me all those big trolls!"

The goblin leaders were overjoyed and ran away towards the distant trolls.

But at this time, even if the trolls go up, I'm afraid it's too late. When the Boss sees his own casualties, he understands that he must replenish the front-line troops. Otherwise, after the dwarves have eliminated one of the boys with their muskets, they can go and clean up the other group of boys. The Iron Boss must not let this happen.

"Arrigo!" he roared, summoning his most capable men. "Listen to me, wait until the big man goes up, and then take the rest of the boys up. Let the Bow Boy take the lead and the other Kid follow. He snorted and pointed to the group of green-skinned boys in the distance who had been blocked by artillery fire. "Don't go around that way!"

If only his best boys were still around. It's a pity that I hit two dwarf traps in a row before, and in that big explosion and the collapse of the castle, those fiercest, strongest, and most resistant heavy boys are almost all played. Otherwise, the Iron Boss wouldn't have to throw all the remaining troops into battle at once this time. He could safely send a bunch of capable boys and trolls to rush forward...... Of course, that doesn't really make much sense. Seeing these is the dwarf's trick.

"Also, get me all those shamans!" Ironhide knew that if he was to break through the dwarven defenses in one fell swoop, he would better have the support of magic.

After a short while, almost all the shamans came.

"Listen. The Iron Boss ordered. "I'm going to need you to use a proper magic ...... If I want this magic to be very powerful, I have to make it feel by all the greenskins!"

......

Another group of greenskins made their way through the rain of bullets, howling and rushing towards the dwarven line.

Although the casualties of the Greenskins increased over time, their high morale hardly wavered. There are constantly green skins that endure the huge damage of the rain of bullets, and rush over. Some of them fell into the trench. However, in the middle of the trench there were several gaps for the dwarves to pass through, so some of the other greenskins rushed up along these paths and engaged the dwarves face-to-face. Of course, their fate was hardly different. The Avengers' infantry may not be large in number, but all of them are battle-hardened veterans, well-equipped and well-trained. And because of the favorable terrain, they almost surrounded the scattered greenskins that rushed up. Under the blow of the axe and hammer, none of the greenskins could hold out for long.