A pair of big feet stepped on the rain and mud, making a panicked slapping sound. Several panicked deserters crossed the trench on hands and knees, climbed over the low wall that blocked the trebuchet stones, and jumped back.
As soon as they landed, seven or eight feather arrows were shot over, pinning half of the deserters to the earth wall.
"Whoa! Stop, stop, I'm Oak from Daddy Rube's team!"
One of the orcs shouted, waving his arms. He was hit by an arrow in his arm, and his companion in the team had been shot through the throat.
"Come here!" A powerful voice of an orc sergeant came from the darkness, "Say quickly, idiot, what's going on? Where is the enemy?"
Cries of killing came and went, and the entire front was shaking. There were bursts of explosions and fires in the pouring rain, but no incendiary bombs thrown by trebuchets flew across the sky. In order to intercept human messengers and reinforcements, several trenches were dug under the outer wall and many soldiers, wargs, and dogs were sent.
But they are of no use at all. The sounds of fighting and screams spread throughout the outer walls and the inner camp, as unstoppable as the snow water pouring from the top of the mountain seeping into the sand. .
"No, I didn't see it clearly!" the orc who escaped stammered, "Father Rube suddenly had his neck broken. Humans are everywhere, at least three thousand or four thousand!"
"Shut up! I just asked you where the humans are!" the orc sergeant yelled.
"No, I don't know!"
As soon as Oak finished speaking, he flew out and rolled several times in the muddy water. The orc sergeant who kicked him over glanced at the soldiers beside him, "Keep an eye on the front. If any humans climb over the low wall, shoot them into a sieve."
"No, don't you want to retreat?" Several soldiers replied uncertainly.
"Don't retreat! Hold here!" The orc captain grabbed his ax and waved it twice.
The outer wall was lost in the blink of an eye, and it was unknown where the human army had penetrated. If they escaped at this time, the flanks of other squadrons would be exposed and the entire camp would be penetrated.
So hold on here! The orc roared in his mind. He wanted to shout a few more words to boost morale, but he was worried that the shout would attract the enemy.
Everyone just squatted in the darkness, staring ahead, waiting for the captain's order to release arrows.
Sweat mixed with rain soaked the clothes. The strange explosions stopped for a while, and tsunami-like shouts and fighting sounds came from further away. This chaotic sound gradually approached, mixed with the shrill screams of many orcs.
The camp began to fall apart.
Suddenly, a small round jar was thrown over from behind the earth wall and rolled around at his feet. The matchstick on the jar hissed.
"What is this!" Oak, who was highly nervous, was the first to yell.
As soon as he finished speaking, the iron can made a loud noise. The darkness was completely white, and the orc captain and all the soldiers suddenly couldn't see anything clearly, and there was only an annoying buzzing echo in their ears.
"Kill all the human dogs!" The orc roared and waved his ax. He couldn't see or hear clearly, but he knew with his toes that the enemy had rushed to his side. Suddenly, his throat was squeezed tightly, and there was a sharp pain in his chest, and then he knew nothing.
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"Assault, attack towards the inner wall!"
Griffith gave the order and threw the orc he had just stabbed to the ground. Beside him stood a large group of half-orcs covering their eyes. They were slowly waking up from dizziness and blindness, looking confusedly at the humans who suddenly appeared around them.
"Wow!"
Half of the enemies saw the would-be knight running away with blood boiling in the darkness, while the rest grabbed their weapons and jumped towards him. Four or five short spears came towards him back and forth, first breaking through the ice shield, and then being blocked by the breastplate.
Griffith held Hanguang tightly and slashed away. The holy sword hummed in the rainy night, like thunder and lightning thrown by the gods, tearing apart pieces of flesh and blood. The broken stones chopped off by this attack fell to the ground like felled logs.
More dense explosions sounded one after another, and the soldiers of Storm Squadron followed in the darkness. Some of them carried torches, while others took out grenades, lit them and threw them forward.
Rean rushed up with a few men. They first used grenades to blow up the enemy, and then used the open shovel to split their heads.
Orks ran wildly behind a maze of trenches and earthen walls. Half of the squadron ran with him, and everyone disappeared as they ran. The crackling sound of the skull opening kept coming, and from time to time, a piece of bone stuck to the scalp would bounce from a distance.
There seemed to be a monster in the darkness, biting the orcs who were left behind, specializing in eating the brains.
"Stop!" A group of soldiers had gathered behind the fortifications in front. An orc officer shouted, "Give me your name!"
"I'm the Orc in Papa Lubu's team!" the Orc shouted, covering the wound on his arm, "Humans are here, Brother Kuadu's team just collapsed!"
"Come here," the orc officer shouted majestically, "how many enemies are there? Where are they? What weapons are they using?"
"They used iron cans and threw them on the ground. There was no light. We couldn't see or hear anything!" Oak said in horror. This poor answer will probably get him kicked again.
But the officer commanding here is a capable and intelligent warrior. He nodded and said to the warriors who were waiting solemnly around him: "Several deserters said the same thing. This is some kind of mysterious item that can release light magic. It can be used in military formations and has the effects of dizziness and blindness.
"After discovering that this thing was thrown over, everyone lowered their heads and turned around. As long as our eyes can see it, we can repel the humans. It's almost dawn. We hold our position and wait for the brigade to come to support."
"Okay!" the orcs roared in response, grabbing their weapons and hiding them, waiting for the attackers to appear in the dark.
There was a rustling sound of running in the darkness. The explosions and flashes that occurred more than ten minutes ago have invaded the interior of the camp and even spread around.
"The humans came so quickly. Which legion are they elite soldiers?" the orc officer muttered silently.
He stared nervously into the darkness, glancing around him from time to time, wary of a human attack on his flank. He is highly concentrated, has clear thoughts, and is confident that no ghost in this world can escape his sharp eagle eyes.
It's still dark, and as long as we can block a surprise attack, humanity will fall into chaos. They have penetrated so far into our barrier, and it will not be easy to gather their forces.
The heavy rain has stopped, and the dark sky seems to have suddenly become quiet. The highly nervous orc officer temporarily forgot that this was a dangerous battlefield, and his focused thinking began to wander.
He had no reason to feel that the ancestral spirit was calling him. As a wise warrior, he doesn't believe in invisible things or the stone statues in the temple. But the priest girls are really good. If... Oh, it's over!
A metal can was suddenly thrown from behind the low wall on the opposite side, rolling around at my feet.
"Turn around!"
The orc officer yelled, turning away from the incoming glare. Suddenly, he heard the sound of flying footsteps, and a figure rushed towards him like a gust of wind before the jar exploded.
"Bang!"
Flashes of light exploded around him, shocking Griffith to the point of vomiting. With his back turned to his offensive grenade, he swung his sword through the chest of an Orc officer.
This warrior was strong and burly, holding a steel ax in his hand, and his reflexes were very sensitive. When he discovered the grenade, he had already turned his head to avoid being blinded.
What an amazing guy, he learned to dodge offensive grenades so quickly! Griffith sighed in admiration, took out Judgment, and shot the orc officer in the eye.
The hot lead bullet blew out the orc's eyeball, splashing a large piece of warm flesh and blood onto Griffith's face. He kicked away the fallen orc, and swung his sword to stab down an orc who was rushing towards him with his eyes closed.
The muscles of this orc's body were like steel clamping the sword, and the blood-stained hilt was extremely slippery. After the sword was thrust out, he could not pull it out. Griffith hurriedly let go, grabbed the fixed ammunition from his waist and stabbed it into the barrel of Judgment's gun.
"Ula!" The nearby orc roared, grabbed the weapon at hand and rushed forward. The three orcs also raised their crossbows and aimed towards this side.
"Attack!" The Storm Squadron behind them crossed the low walls and ditches, raised their shovels and axes, and engaged in a melee with the orcs here.
Griffith, who had no time to reload, turned around and held the barrel of the gun like a hammer, knocking an oncoming orc to the ground. With a twist of his wrist, he stood upright and continued to reload.
"Bang bang bang!"
After a series of intensive string sounds, the ice shield burst open, and the arrows made a dull sound when they were nailed to the breastplate at close range. Griffith staggered as if he had been hit by a hammer. However, he quickly stabilized his body, stared at the three orc crossbowmen in front, and continued to load his flintlock gun.
Rean, Paxiu and the others struggled with the enemy in the mud and water, while Joshua swung the hammer and smashed the heads of the orcs. The orc, who had just fired a round, stared closely at the would-be knight who opened the hammer, and hurriedly cocked the crossbow.
I have a shield. Griffith raised the corner of his mouth slightly, looked at the three crossbowmen who were shooting against him, raised his musket, lowered it, and aimed at the orc in the middle.
"Bang!"
The orc on the far left had half his head flying off, and the other two loosened their hands, and the crossbow arrows flew to nowhere. Before they could wind up again, Ace and Desai had already rushed over and killed them with swords and small shields.
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Ork continues to run away. He no longer knew how many times he had run.
He fled from the outermost wall to the inner camps and trenches, and then to the inner wall toward the town. The solid camp was like paper, with countless holes poked before dawn.
A large group of soldiers had gathered under the inner wall. They were originally on guard against an army breakout in the town, but at this time they had all gathered together, forming a tight battle formation, ready with spears and axes in hand.
"Deserts, come here!" the commander roared.
Hearing the mighty roar, the horrified Orks and deserters' legs weakened. They lowered their heads and quickly came to both sides of the group, arming themselves with sticks and stones.
The loud bugle echoed across the sky and the earth. The glimmer of morning light appeared in the charred camp. Many human soldiers appeared on the breached defense line.
They were fully armored, armed with spears and large shields, and poured out of the broken camp like a flood, gathering in front of the orc army under the inner wall.
"Get ready for battle!" Commander, "Get ready to throw spears and crossbows!"
As soon as this infantry approached, he would order a volley. Although the army gathered around him was in pieces, as long as he wounded some humans with long-range shooting and then launched a charge, there was still much to be done.
Suddenly, he found many scattered soldiers running out of the human battle line. They were covered in mud and had no shields or swords. Each of them was holding a torch and a black iron ball. They were as slovenly as beggars.
"It's this thing again!" Oak screamed and ran away holding his head.
"Hold on!" The orc commander did not order an attack. The hurling of muskets and volleys of crossbow bolts were left to the charging ranks of infantry.
Those sloppy soldiers lit the iron balls on fire one by one, and then threw them towards the orcs' queue with all their strength.
Some archers couldn't help it and shot down some humans who threw iron balls with arrows. But most of the soldiers adhered to the order and did not fire volleys or dodge the iron balls that rolled to their feet.
These dark things were smoking and hissing at their feet.
"boom!"
The sound of explosions was heard one after another. The orc team that had finally been organized fell down like a wheat field during the summer harvest, and even the leader was knocked to the ground.
"Brigade, move forward!"
The orc leader struggled to get up. He heard the human battle order and saw their battle infantry stepping forward, stopping at a position of 20 meters, flashing densely packed spears, and firing an overwhelming volley towards him.
