"Hurry up and line up! Stand still for me! Just follow your old infantry drills, yes, that's it! Don't stand too crowded, that will leave you no room to attack, and don't stand too sparse, that will make the undead Rush into the queue! Okay, that’s it, just leave half a space between each other!”
Old Tom currently has two hundred selected soldiers under his command, and they are all veterans with combat experience! And what about the opponent? There are only about three to four hundred undead, and there are not many high-level troops. Now, with the numbers not much different, Old John is fully confident that with relatively small losses on his side, the incoming enemy will be completely wiped out. This small group of undead!
Anyway, no matter what, all the food in these two large warehouses must be transported back today. Otherwise, in three or two days, people in the camp may start to starve to death!
This is something Old John never wants to see. Now that he has become a defense officer, he must take responsibility! He will not imitate those noble gentlemen and care about their own happiness without caring about the life and death of the people below them! This is why he will personally lead the team this time. He will never allow this operation to fail! If the fire elements hadn't been allowed to leave the canyon, he would have been able to lend out at least two hundred lava dogs now. That would be foolproof! Unfortunately, I can only think about it now.
"Brothers! Hold on to your shields and weapons. Did you see? Just such a small amount of undead is definitely not enough for us to kill. We only need to kill two of them each to kill them all! Pay attention, attack first. Their heads! If you don’t have a chance, you can also chop off their hands and feet first!”
Old John drew out his flaming rune sword, walked to the front line of the team with his shield, and began to shout loudly to boost morale.
His special one-handed long sword began to burst into flames after leaving the scabbard, and there were several strange bright red runes on the sword. This is a small gift given to him by the fire demon Shaturu. To the fire demons, this short sword can only be regarded as a dagger. In his human hands, the length can be used as a one-handed long sword. Got it!
"Attention! They are coming! Hold on to your shields and use your shoulders to lend strength... Prepare for impact! Raise your shield!!"
Seeing that the thirty or so ghouls in front left their formation first and began to rush up at high speed, Old John was not only not worried, but actually breathed a sigh of relief.
Now, their behavior shows that these undead are just acting on instinct. It seemed that there was no such terrifying necromancer commanding them in their ranks.
Then, he will be even more confident about this battle! As long as they use the fastest speed to eliminate these ghouls who broke away from the undead team, and then chop that damn abomination into pieces, then their side will definitely win this battle!
"Hold still, don't rush! Get ready... to hit!!!"
Seeing the ghoul team finally rushing to his side, Old John roared fiercely. Then, all the shield infantry in the first row of battle lines used their shoulders to hold their shields, and they were fighting against the ghouls. The moment the ghosts came in contact, they used all their strength to knock them out.
Bang...bang...bang~! ! !
The dull sound of countless metal and flesh collisions was heard. While the human infantry briefly lost their balance due to the opponent's impact, most of the ghouls were also staggered by their full impact and lost the momentum to move forward. , some with poor focus were even knocked to the ground by the shield.
Before these ghouls had time to attack, the soldiers in the back row stepped forward in a tacit understanding, grabbed half of their bodies from the gap left by their comrades in the first row, and then used their swords randomly. In just one breath, more than half of this batch of ghouls were killed or wounded. When they were about to pounce, the soldiers in the second row retreated just in time. The soldiers in the first row retreated just in time. He raised his shield and stood in front of them.
"Maintain formation! Advance forward in small steps! Attack freely!"
With a shield strike, Old John slapped a ghoul that was about to pounce on him, raising its ugly head, and then quickly stabbed it directly in the lower jaw with a blazing long sword. in the mind.
"Pooh!"
Old John withdrew his weapon and spat fiercely at the ghoul who was lying on the ground and began to twitch. In just two rounds, these twenty or thirty ghouls were already wiped out by them! The loss on his side was just that an unlucky guy was bitten on the leg by a ghoul that wasn't quite dead yet.
Fortunately, a powerful priest came to the current Flame Canyon yesterday, otherwise, the boy could consider cutting off his own leg now. After giving a blow to a ghoul that still seemed to be twitching, Old John had time to glance at the back of the team. The unlucky boy was carefully removing the caliber armor from his legs. I wonder if it was possible. Infected, I hope he can hold on and not become an undead before returning to the camp, otherwise...
After kicking the ghoul's head away, Old John breathed a sigh of relief. These ordinary ghouls are just mindless undead! If they are willing to attack together with the undead brigade, their own side may have to pay a lot of casualties to eliminate them.
But now, these idiots broke away from the team and rushed over first. With only twenty or thirty of them, they dared to attack their infantry array of nearly two hundred people? Are you tired of living? Oh..., that's actually right, they are all undead, and they are already tired of living!
Wait, that’s not right! What is this sound?
When Old John and the others eliminated all these disconnected ghouls and were about to continue to order the attack on the undead group not far ahead, he suddenly heard a buzzing sound. This sound was very familiar to him. It was...
"Protect arrows! Raise your shield!!!"
They actually have archers? Old John finally came to his senses and figured out what these sounds were. He was so frightened that he shouted and ordered the soldiers to raise their shields for defense.
While he was half-crouching, tilting his shield upward to protect most of his body, he looked into the distance with the corner of his eye. Behind the undead, they had a small group of skeletons that did not accompany the team. They rushed up, but just stood there, they were bending their bows and setting arrows. Those were the skeleton archers of the undead! This was the first time he had seen such a rare thing.
The first batch of arrows fell quickly, sparsely, and after a clanking sound, most of the arrows were bounced off the soldiers' shields and plate armor. Listening to the sound of the collision, There were probably only dozens of them, which allowed Old John to quickly know the approximate number of archers on the other side.
However, although there were not many archers on the other side, two rusty arrows penetrated the layers of defense of armor and shields and penetrated deeply into the gaps in the armor of the two soldiers... Fortunately, there were gaps in the armor. The location is not critical, but this kind of damage is enough to temporarily lose their combat effectiveness. Look, the two unlucky kids have now begun to fall to the ground and howl. This is the best proof.
"Damn it! Jude! Lead your reserve team immediately, go around and chop up those skeleton archers! Others, follow me and charge! Destroy these undead! Brothers, let's charge together!" Old John didn't care. The two unlucky guys who fell to the ground after being shot gave an urgent order for everyone to start charging.
Now that the opponent has long-range troops, Old John doesn't dare to fight against the undead in a neat formation. Otherwise, just the archers behind will be enough to drink a few rounds of arrow rain. Of the pot! He didn't want to fight the undead head-on while also guarding against bows and arrows falling from his head at any time!
Therefore, after seeing the situation clearly, he made a prompt decision. It was better to rush forward and engage in hand-to-hand combat to directly defeat these undead. It would be enough to hand over those archers to the elite team led by Jude! Anyway, these undead will never be the opponents of veterans like them!
"Rush!!!"
Under the leadership of Old John, more than a hundred human infantry quickly ran into the dense formation of the undead. For a moment, bright red blood, broken corpses and bone residue began to collide on both sides. The place was flying, and from time to time one or two human soldiers fell to the ground wailing, but at the same time, more undead were chopped into pieces and bone residue by them...
"Kill! Kill! Kill them all!"
"Cut it!"
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"Ho!" "Ha!"
"Ouch!"
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"ah!"
The men and horses from both sides soon collided with each other. All kinds of shouts of killing, the roars of the undead, the sounds of weapons clashing, and the screams of human soldiers falling to the ground came from the chaotic battlefield where both sides were huddled together. However, in general, the human side has a clear advantage. Most of these undead fight on their own, and there is no cooperation at all. In addition, their numbers do not have any advantage in the first place! Therefore, the battlefield situation has become very clear...
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The two sides combined for a bloody battle of only five to six hundred people. After Jude and his twenty-man veteran team eliminated the skeleton archers and began to raid the back of the undead formation from the rear, the battle ended quickly. At this time, On the battlefield in the farmland, the undead only had the last piece of Stitched Abomination left that was still resisting, but it was already surrounded by human soldiers.
"ah!"
Another human scream sounded, and a soldier who rushed in eager to get credit for the abominable chrysanthemum was hit hard on the shield by the giant meat cleaver in the abominable hand, which had Rodan on it. The iron shield with the Lun symbol shattered in an instant, and he was also knocked away at the same time. The left arm holding the shield was hit by the hateful force and twisted into a strange arc. It seemed that the bones of his left hand It must be broken!
If the two comrades next to him weren't quick-sighted and grabbed his collar in time to drag him back quickly, maybe the chains thrown off by the hateful second attack would have crushed him to death!
"Idiot! Spread out the encirclement and don't get too close to it! Pay attention! Be careful of its chain. If you get thrown away, it's no joke!" At this time, there are still idiots trying to die, old man John couldn't help but scold him.
"Soldiers, you must remember that against a big guy like this, the shields in your hands are of no use! Trying to rely on your shield to block its attacks will only make you die faster! Against such a large size Monsters, all you can rely on is your flexibility! Never try to compete with them for strength, doing so will only lead to death!"
As Luo John spoke, he asked the soldiers to spread out and form a larger encirclement. Monsters like Abomination, which are just powerful but slow in movement, are easier to deal with. If they were the powerful orcs from the Second War, they would be a real nightmare!
Old John still remembers that many of his comrades were beaten to the ground by the powerful and extremely agile orcs through their shields, and were easily killed by the next two consecutive blows!
"Now, please pay attention and see clearly. Let me teach you how to deal with such monsters that have great strength but no corresponding agility!"
After Old John threw away his shield, he walked a few steps away from Abomination and stood still, then raised his fingers in a provocative manner. Now, he is going to explain to the soldiers how to deal with this stupid guy with infinite strength!
"Roar~!!"
Seeing this weak human being standing in front of him and daring to provoke him, Hatred didn't even think about it and roared directly at him, then raised the weapon in his hand and pounced on him.
"Remember! Never try to block their attacks, but...should be like this!"
When the Abomination rushed towards him, Old John suddenly nimbly ducked forward and easily avoided the horizontal blow of its huge cleaver. At the same time, at the moment when the two sides passed each other, he The long flaming sword pulled out a dazzling red light at high speed and sliced directly through Abomination's slightly smaller right leg...
"Ouch~!!"
Abomination screamed miserably, and its right leg had been separated from its body by the sharp flaming rune sword. Its only left leg was not enough to bear its huge body, and it could not stand steadily. , and fell directly to the ground.
However, even after losing one leg, the abomination did not stop resisting. Instead, while falling to the ground and screaming, it threw the chain on its hand towards Old John's position.
"Have you seen everything clearly? Remember in the future, when dealing with such monsters, your own strength is not worthy of trust. In front of them, you should rely more on your physical skills and skills!"
After estimating the length of the opponent's chain, Old John calmly took two steps back and allowed the chain to create a huge mud pit on the ground in front of him.
Then, before the opponent had time to retract the chain, he exerted force with his feet and rushed over at high speed. Another flash of flaming red light flashed by. Before the abomination had time to block, the huge, ugly and ferocious head was like that. Spinning and flying...
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"Ha! What a nice shot! Perfect!"
"With proper command and nimbleness, he was able to kill a powerful undead abomination with just two moves! I'm sure that man is not only an elite warrior, but also someone who has experienced the orc war. Veteran! Moreover, his weapon is also very sharp!"
On a hillside far away from the battlefield, the tall Paladin, Commander-in-Chief of the Silver Hand, Grand Crusader Saidan Dathrohan, was riding on an equally tall and strong war horse. Behind him Carrying a huge silver-white two-handed war hammer on his back, he was leading a group of cavalry and stationed on the high ground, observing the battle in the farmland in the distance.
Originally, when they discovered the movement and rushed here, they found Lordaeron soldiers fighting fiercely with the undead in a distant farm. They actually wanted to go down and help immediately.
But when Dathrohan saw the human infantry commanding his men to charge, mixing with the undead, and a small group of elite soldiers outflanking the skeleton archers behind the undead, he knew that these brave soldiers would definitely win. Well, they don’t need help from outsiders!
Therefore, in order not to cause chaos to the Lordaeron warriors below, Dathrohan quickly stopped his Knights of the Silver Hand and forcibly terminated their plan to charge down.
From Dathrohan's perspective, the brave soldiers below were not only certain to win, but also a great victory! What's going on with these dozens of cavalry charging down now? A group of cavalry rushed into the melee battlefield. It is estimated that they are more likely to join the undead! Isn't this causing trouble to the other party?
Sure enough, the following battle happened very quickly and ended even faster! After that team of elite infantry eliminated the skeleton archers and turned around to attack the back of the undead, there was no suspense about the outcome. In less than half a quarter of an hour, only one of the undead was left. Hated, still surrounded by those brave soldiers.
When Dathrohan was about to go down and help them get rid of the difficult monster, he didn't expect that the opponent's commander ended the battle so neatly and neatly, which made Dathrohan have to admire him.
Dathrohan asked himself, if he didn't have the power of Holy Light to assist him, he wouldn't be able to do better than his opponent, right? Without the use of holy light, he could defeat a powerful abomination in two strokes. Even if it were him, that would probably be the same.
They were really lucky today. On their way back from scouting the outskirts of Stratholme, they encountered such a powerful warrior in a place like this, and he seemed to be very proficient in commanding operations. In Dathrohan's opinion, this time He really found a treasure, he must find a way to recruit these soldiers!
"Let's go, brothers of the Silver Hand, let's go down and help them. I saw that they have a lot of wounded after this battle. I think they need the help of the Holy Light."
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