"Uncle, look at the fire. There are at least a thousand trolls here. How are you going to play?" Carlos was crawling in the grass and asked Biglas who met him by chance.
"How do I know that I can stand you in a bad field battle in the big forest? If Danas dares to propose such a tactic, I will beat him to death." Biglas despised Carlos without reservation.
In the era of cold weapons, maintaining the control of officers over soldiers was the only way to win the war. And night fighting is the greatest destruction of this kind of control. As an attacker in a night battle, you need to overcome the problems of friendly force coordination and order issuance in order to effectively control the attack group to attack the opponent. Otherwise, you are likely to be surrounded by the enemy who react.
"So far, the results are good. The trolls were also confused by us, and their troops were dispersed. Those guys in the camp in front are the enemies who finally became an organized enemy." Carlos licked his face to express his gratitude. .
"Yeah, the problem is that with the hundred or so people like me, we only have about six hundred people around us. How can we attack twice the number of enemies." Biglas really wanted to draw out Tokaral and stab Carlos to death.
Now the entire coalition force is scattered in a forest of ten square kilometers, and it is almost impossible to form an effective command. If the trolls make a desperate counterattack after dawn, the troops behind them are likely to flee when they encounter the defeated troops in front. Humanity's current advantageous situation is likely to turn into a collapse situation.
Taking out the pocket watch, the weak fluorescent powder in the case provides a light source for the owner to observe the time.
"Uncle, let's attack. Odrun and I made an agreement. Half an hour after the attack is launched, no matter how many troops he gathers, he will come to support us." Carlos said it easily, but his heart was pounding. Playing the drums directly.
The mysterious power from the East had previously dominated Carlos's will, and Carlos, who calmed down, also found himself in danger. Is it really worth fighting too hard and pushing yourself to the edge of the cliff for an uncertain future? Carlos suddenly felt that he understood the psychology of those gamblers who bet their lives - the world is brighter if they win, and life is worse than death if they lose. In this case, what are you afraid of? It is the right thing to strive for a white future.
"Are you serious?" Biglas asked seriously.
"The winner takes everything, and the loser has no bones left. Uncle, those who die the fastest are always those who are afraid of death." Carlos grinned in the dark night, and the faint starlight reflected his white teeth, which was heart-warming. Panic.
"Follow me later!" Such a simple order was passed down orally by the soldiers and was implemented. This is what Carlos once learned. The more chaotic the situation, the simpler the orders. "Halley's Comet comes to the earth once every seventy-six years" was conveyed by the soldiers of the Hope State to the joke that "the seventy-six-year-old General Halley will ride a motorcycle to inspect the camp." Don't be too sad.
Fearing that General Odrun would be delayed, Carlos deliberately delayed the attack by fifteen minutes. As a result, in the large forest with visibility less than five meters, more than 600 coalition soldiers launched a true and desperate charge.
A distance of more than three hundred meters, and a silent trot to a medium speed to warm up. When the troll noticed movement in the trees, hiding was no longer meaningful.
Angry roars came and went, and the dialects with various accents were boiled down to three words: fuck, fuck, and kill.
During the break in the battle, Carlos threw the previously unused magic smoke into a bonfire, and the dark red smoke shot through the shade of the trees into the sky.
"I don't need this good thing long ago!" Biglas was angry. If he had sent out smoke to scare away the trolls earlier, why would he bother to fight anymore?
"If you don't stay in position, the troll will run away." Carlos replied.
"How much hatred? You don't even want your life?" Biglas was stunned by Carlos' madness.
"If a young man doesn't work hard, the old man will be miserable. If he doesn't fight with his life, how can he build a big Crystal Palace?" Carlos, who was in a state of excitement, didn't even know what he was talking about.
They couldn't stop. The sergeants who lurked most of the night were holding on with just one breath. If the trolls were given time to react, it would be difficult for the tired human soldiers to engage in a head-on battle with the trolls who had superior individual combat power. They must Drilling through the troll camp in one go.
But even powerful warriors like Biglas and muscular monsters like Carlos had some weakness in their hands and feet after long marches and several fierce battles.
The soldiers who launched the assault had already formed a group and started defensive operations. The surrounding trolls reacted after the initial chaos, and a large number of soldiers surrounded the coalition forces in an arc.
(Destroy them?
(Half is enough, chase their deserters, and victory will be within easy reach.
After the troll commanders completed their discussion, the brutal military battle began. In front of the trolls' spears, the human soldiers who lacked shields suffered heavy casualties. At the end of the first round of spear throwing, at least a hundred human soldiers fell.
"This won't work, Carlos, think of a way!" Biglas shouted loudly to control the formation, while shouting at Carlos, "The morale of the soldiers is about to collapse, think of a way quickly."
What can be done? Carlos took out his pocket watch and took a look. It was already 20 minutes before the agreed time. Where were the reinforcements? The trolls are also at the end of their strength. As long as a force of three hundred people launches an attack from the side, victory will belong to humans. Where are the reinforcements?
There is no other way but to use the last trump card.
"Soldiers, I am Carlos Barov, your future king! I will lead the charge!" Carlos roared and activated [Heroic Glory].
Four hundred humans fought against eight hundred trolls. Even if Carlos opened the heroic battle, the loss ratio was only one to one. The moment his magic power was exhausted, humanity would be defeated.
There were only seven seconds left before the blue was empty. Carlos had no time to think about it. The burning sensation in his lungs burned his reason. Fighting had changed from a skill to an instinct.
Suddenly, a flying hammer cut through a strange arc and smashed the head of a troll who was trying to attack Carlos from behind.
Under the slightly bright sky, something kept shaking in the shadow of the trees, and both sides of the fight temporarily slowed down their pace.
A question filled the minds of everyone present, reinforcements, which side?
"Aha! Let you have a taste of Mr. Beckham's hammer!"
For the first time in his life, Carlos felt that the dwarf's beard was so elegant and his nose that was bigger than Ruofeng was so sexy.
Win, Elune is on her side.
When the sun first rose, Oka led a thousand deadwood warriors provided by Elder Cole and finally bypassed the annoying guy and his blocking force in the Terminator Fortress and caught up with the large human army.
"Scout, how are the reinforcements in Zinsaro?" Oka asked.
"We found a dying Evil Branch Troll. He said that the battle ended one day ago and all the Evil Branch Trolls were wiped out. Chief, we are late," the scout replied.
"Is it time to ambush humans?" his subordinates asked.
"No need, go back the way you came. There is no need to continue this war." Oka sighed deeply.
ps: To pay tribute to the great "Biography of Brother Chun", the author has accepted the transformation and re-education of the vast audience, and now begins to add chapters. Well, the author corrected his mistake after he realized it. Just like counting push-ups from nine thousand, it should have nothing to do with the author starting from chapter nine hundred. perhaps.
