I felt excited, and the Hill Warriors were dispatched.
Not just the Hill Warriors, maybe it was to cover the actions of the Hill Warriors, or maybe they just subconsciously followed after seeing the approaching Allied movement.
In short, the entire second front began to move forward. Our tribe and neighboring tribes also started to move forward involuntarily.
At the beginning, everyone was still deliberately maintaining the integrity of the battle line, but our tribe are warriors who like to fight alone, and our discipline is not as good as outsiders. Not even outsiders can maintain the integrity of the front during a long-distance advance and need to stop and adjust from time to time, let alone us.
As a result, the entire front was soon torn apart during the advance. Some tribes rushed faster and faster, and the other tribes followed not to be outdone.
I was keeping an eye on the group of Hill Warriors not too far away on the right.
They didn't seem to be deliberately accelerating. They still maintained their position in the middle of the team unhurriedly, advancing steadily in a sparse formation, and even gradually fell behind.
This is a kind of stable temperament like a boulder, which seems to be indestructible. This is the strength of those tribes deep in the hills!
These hilly warriors are extremely conspicuous in the team. Each of them is as big as a giant, as huge as the ant queen with the fullest abdomen, which is much larger than the surrounding warriors.
In the sky, the annoying buzzing sound reappeared, and a few flies appeared above the hill warriors.
They remained at a height that we could not attack, and began to circle rapidly, flying in the air with complex patterns and trajectories.
Are they warning the larger army?
But it's too late.
At this time, the second batch of our coalition troops had covered half the distance and entered the most suitable distance for charging.
In an instant, all the warriors began to speed up. Some warriors began to run quickly, and some warriors simply jumped forward. The backs of the first group of coalition soldiers who were fighting were already very close at hand.
Since the enemy was fighting with our allies, they did not throw too many stones and clods this time. The scattered stones and clods that fell could not stop us from rising like a tide.
Soon, we arrived at the fighting front.
Our first batch of comrades are being forced to form a thin front line and wrestle with the enemy's jaws. In a short period of time, the outcome is still indistinguishable, but the decline is already beginning to show.
As soon as our fresh troops arrived, they immediately filled all the gaps in the battle line. We were so fast that we even ran directly into the enemy formation. If we were lucky, we could open a short gap for the teammates behind us.
Our coalition forces on the original front were at a disadvantage in terms of numbers. One soldier often had to face the siege of three or four enemy troops.
With the arrival of the second group of soldiers, the situation changed, and the wide gaps between the soldiers on the front were filled. In some of the enemy gaps that were opened, our soldiers were fighting hard to expand the breakthrough.
The enemy's numerical advantage on the front line was quickly reduced, and the situation seemed to be developing in a direction favorable to our coalition forces.
But the enemy obviously would not sit still and wait for death. Our army made a certain breakthrough in the middle of the battle line, but on the left wing where I was, the pressure was increasing.
The damn outsiders began to move the soldiers from the subsequent third front to the two wings to participate in the battle.
In this way, the front of the outsiders has been lengthened, far exceeding the length that can be controlled by the number of warriors on our left and right wings.
The outsider army with a longer front began to outflank and advance towards us, compressing our area. Our left wing has begun to retreat step by step.
I don’t know what’s happening on the right now, but I know that if things don’t change, we on the left will soon become dangerous.
Sure enough, while our army in the center was still advancing steadily, the connection between the left wing and the center suddenly collapsed.
Several tribes at that location suffered heavy losses and began to withdraw from the battle line.
Several small square groups of outsiders immediately poured into the gap, separating us from the main force.
There were more than 20 tribes on our left wing who persisted in fighting on the spot. At this moment, hundreds of soldiers had to retreat in large strides and retreated to a higher mound to establish a defense line. I was trapped among them.
Further away, other tribes on the left wing were also forced to retreat after being divided. Some tribes ran wildly and withdrew from the battle. Some tribes are still gathering strength to hold on.
The left wing has completely lost its organization, split into several pieces by the enemy, and all of them are under siege.
I am now in a position closest to the main force in the middle. I am separated from Broken Legs and the others. The only familiar warrior around me is Fei, and not a single warrior from my tribe can be seen.
Outsiders are stepping up their siege on our defense line, and the entire defense line is already in danger.
I was so tired that I had to briefly retreat from the front line to the middle of the position to rest.
When I looked towards the direction of the main force in the middle, I saw the most spectacular scene of this battle.
The main force in the middle seems to have noticed that the left and right wings are collapsing, and now the only hope of victory lies with them.
The hill warriors who were originally scattered across the entire front and played the mainstay role were called back and gathered together.
It was these tall and brave warriors who kept the center troops advancing steadily, even breaking the enemy's first line of defense in many places, forcing the enemy's second and third lines of defense to block the gaps.
Now, these hill warriors who had been fighting for a long time gathered together and launched the final assault regardless of fatigue and injuries.
The hundreds of surviving hill warriors gathered together and rushed forward at extremely fast speeds, running or jumping. They crossed the stalemate line in an instant and crashed into the enemy's formation.
My jaw opened wide and I couldn't close it for a long time.
These hilly warriors were as powerful as a rainbow and marched forward inexorably. The number of just over a hundred of them seemed to overshadow the fierce fighting of thousands of warriors from both sides.
They were like dragonflies swooping into mosquito pillars, like stag beetles charging towards their opponents, or like migratory locusts attacking in overwhelming numbers.
In just an instant, a large gap was torn out of the originally intact enemy front.
This gap was so large that subsequent outsiders' block formations could no longer make up for it in time.
The coalition troops in the middle instantly boiled. They no longer cared about the outsiders pressing up from the left and right sides, and rushed toward the gap, following the hill warriors in the attack.
assault! assault! assault!
hurry up! hurry up! Hurry up!
The distance was too far, and I couldn't attack with these friendly forces. I could only cheer for them in my heart.
I could see that the enemy's defense lines were collapsing. I could see that the enemy's two wings were giving up their offensive and moving towards the center in a hurry. I can also see that our army is invincible along the way.
Wait, what is that! ?
