In such a war, no matter artillery, magician, combat priest or grenadier in the Imperial Army, it cannot cause enough damage to the ghost scorpion mantis in the undead army. However, the ghost scorpion mantis called "the perfect weapon of the mortal world" who was half-sarcastic and half-appreciated by Valed, can kill any imperial team, any level, or any equipment. In this case, the defeat of the Imperial Team is conceivable.

Vared's strategic goal is very simple. He wants to use this elite force to divide the first front of the Sigma Empire into two, divide, surround, and then divide and surround until the opponent is completely destroyed. The emergence of this entire ghost scorpion and scorpion mantis unit and their tactics of charging directly are for this.

At present, it seems that Valed's tactics have been executed quite well. Although Emperor* has taken many measures, it cannot truly stop these crazy black giant bugs. However-

But if the Emperor* cannot stop it, can the troops of other races be stopped?

Seeing his army suffering heavy casualties and about to collapse, Duke Cruise issued an order to launch an attack on the ogre mercenary troops he hired, and eliminated the tomb guards of the Black New Army, the skeleton cavalry and the rapid infantry artillery troops that were moving forward quickly.

Unlike the Ogre mercenaries that the Imperial Team likes to use, which are cheap and affordable, who are called "people cannibals", Duke Cruise spent a lot of money this time and hired a total of six ogre tribes, with a total of more than 55,000 ogres participating in the war. Such a huge army almost broke his ate just by eating.

And this was what the young duke, who was loyal to mankind and to the Sigma Empire, could do for his motherland in the end - he sold all his property, including his ancestral castles, beautiful and rich manors, and other real estates - and he sold them all, and plundered his principality several times more cruelly than ordinary tyrants. Both civilians and nobles were treated equally and shaved the last bronze coins by him.

In this case, Cruise knew that even if this war could be won, even if Sylvania was defeated and eventually wiped out them, he would not be able to return to his former days. Being exiled was already the best fate. It was not unimaginable to be sent to the guillotine by angry citizens and nobles.

But it doesn't matter what it is. When Duke Cruise looked at the group of ogre mercenaries with bloody smell, foul smell, wild aura, laughed loudly while shaking his body full of fat towards the battlefield, it seemed as if he had completed some important task, and his whole spirit suddenly relaxed. Then he simply sat on the ground, which scared the surrounding imperial generals.

"Those... ogres on the other side... are no, they are established ogre troops! Damn it! Where did this country get so much money to satisfy those fat people?!" Seeing a large number of big guys walking across the opposite side walking towards him, Valed couldn't help but feel shocked. Almost at the same time, he issued an order to stop the forward.

Then, the ghost scorpion mantis that stopped advancing and a large number of ancient tomb guard rifles who followed up formed a temporary defense line. A group of machine guns riding on skeleton war horses were also quickly deployed to this line of defense. On both wings of this front, a group of light cavalry, the skeleton cavalry equipped with carbines, moved quickly, hoping to win a certain amount of time for the main force using harassment tactics.

It was four:30 in the morning, the morning mist had not yet dissipated, and the sky was still not dawn. A large number of ogres held up the torch that was burning with unknown animal fat, illuminating the greasy torches.

While watching the light cavalry of the undead army rushing over, listening to the crackling sound of the guns loading on the opposite side, a group of red upper bodies covered with bullet marks were blinded, most of whom had one eyebrow, some had no eyebrows, and some had a few fingers... These ogres with some disabled bodies pushed away their companions and walked to the forefront.

They held a slowly burning fuse fuse in their mouths, and held a twelve-pound standard cannon in their arms in an extremely exaggerated manner. The middle of the cannon was tied up with a strong belt and hung on the ogre's shoulders that were as wide as if they were tall.

This group of people holding cannons seemed to use standard infantry cannons as hand mortar cannons, which were the long-range troops that ogres were proud of. After seeing the benefits of humans and dwarf cannons, these seemingly stupid but actually very cunning guys fell in love with this weapon - it was huge, deafening, and could smash everything into pieces.

Of course, the craft of casting a cannon exceeds the ability of ogres. The arms of the lead sprayers usually come from their trophy, the captures obtained by robbing dwarves or humans, or as rewards or trade gains obtained by mercenaries. These uneven equipment makes the lead sprayers completely useless to the word rigorous and precise.

Next to this group of lead sprayers is a group of ogre hunters wearing nitrogen skins and appear more wild than ordinary ogres. These hunters also hold super large heavy weapons - heavy crossbows named "harpoon launchers" by ogres. Usually this weapon is deployed on the top of the city or on vehicles. It is wound with the power of cattle and other livestock. However, ogre hunters look less pressure to wind the crossbow cart with their hands.

Surrounded by thousands of lead sprayers and ogre hunters, a unit of star troops, which can be called ogres, slowly appeared. It was a skull that was deployed in the ogre's unique camel beast with woolly rhinoceros. This skull was extremely hard and seemed to be more than twice enlarged. A layer of fine cold-resistant fur grew on its body, and only this kind of thing could carry something that could be considered a "cannon" on its back.
Chapter completed!