Half-orc coolies have low intelligence, are thin and short, and their horny skin is obviously thin. They cannot provide much defense, and they have no blood rage talent. Half-elf archers like to shoot such unarmored targets. But it cannot be denied that half-orc coolies and
The fighters all look the same. They are mixed together, and when they charge in groups, it is difficult for the half-elf archers to distinguish who is the coolie and who is the fighter.
Based on his past military combat experience, Bottom thought that the orc warriors would use coolies to cover themselves, but the fact surprised him.
The charge formations of these outland orcs can be said to be distinct. More than 1,000 coolies rushed at the front of the team, more than 200 fighters fell behind, trying their best to maintain the charge formation of the coolies, and a dozen orc butchers rushed halfway.
Stopped. Their position was just outside the effective range of the ballistae, more than 300 meters away from the city wall, and they were spread out, shouting and commanding the orc warriors to drive the coolies into battle.
Seeing this situation, Bottom instantly believed Wiltok's judgment. The Orc leader tried to use coolies to consume the arrows and crossbows of the Braun garrison, and reduce the Orcs' mouths to eat. This seemed to indicate from the side that the Orcs
The food supplies of the allied forces with the barbarians cannot sustain a long battle.
Bottom immediately modified his previous order and sent out a store clerk who acted as a herald, asking the half-elf archers to hold steady until the half-orc warriors entered the effective range of their crossbows, and then focused their fire on them.
The problem is that the defenders of Braun Town were almost unable to follow the temporarily revised instructions and make tactical adjustments. They knew that it was impossible for the orcs to climb the 20-meter-high city wall, but they still couldn't help but attack the enemy at the front.
shooting.
Set fire?
How many people focus on one target?
Who is the target of the fire?
These questions won't be clear for a while. It would be much easier to just shoot out the arrows, crossbows and javelins.
I don’t know who made the first move, but an arrow flew out of the city wall and shot through the neck of a half-orc coolie. It fell to the snow and brought over a group of coolies. The half-elf archers were like
After getting the signal, for a moment, arrows were like locusts all over the sky, rushing towards the place where the orcs were the densest.
The sharp arrows hit the body of the orc coolies, bringing out a shower of blood. They screamed and wailed, and instinctively grabbed the arrow shafts, trying to pull out the arrows soaked in their bodies, but they were knocked over and trampled by their companions behind them.
.Depending on the physique of an orc, being hit by one or two arrows may not be fatal, but if you fall to the ground, you will basically be unable to get up.
Vertok looked down from the city tower and saw that the mass charge of the orcs was interrupted. The coolies at the front were hit by arrows and fell down. The ones behind pushed forward again and were shot by sharp arrows. They repeated the actions of their companions.
Bad luck. The rain of arrows thrown by the half-elf archers was like an invisible wall, standing between the orcs and the city wall, making it impossible for them to cross the restricted area.
He frowned and said to himself in confusion: "Why don't the orcs disperse?"
Bottom said from the side: "Coolies are stupid. They always think that they are powerful if they have companions around them. When they are scared, they will run away collectively, but they still don't know how to break up and run... Humph, a bunch of rabble."
Vertok was not sure whether the innkeeper was scolding the orcs or the half-elf guards on the city wall.
"Of course, it is not easy to turn when a group is charging. When I first joined the army, I thought about lying on the ground and pretending to be dead when my commander ordered me to charge. In fact, as long as I ran with the team,
Whether you lie down or turn around and run away, your death will only be more ugly... Be careful! The orc warrior is about to throw axes, so squat against the female wall!" Bottom chatted and suddenly yelled.
The Orc warriors following the coolies were already within 100 meters of the city wall. They took out throwing axes polished with stones, and with their powerful explosive power, they threw the axes directly onto the city wall. The throwing distance was actually longer than the effective range of a war bow.
Be far away.
Hundreds of high-speed rotating axes smashed down on the head and face. Even if they were made of stone, the lethality was staggering. Screams and curses suddenly sounded on the city wall. However, Bottom had instructed the half-elves in advance on how to avoid the orcs.
Throwing axes, except for a few people who are usually free and casual and do not obey orders, most of the guards crouched under the bunker in time and were not hit by the flying stone axes. And the screams of those unlucky ones who were hit were loud enough, presumably
It's no big deal.
No matter what, more than 700 condescending half-elf crossbowmen were overwhelmed by more than 200 orcs. Although Batom had expected this situation, he was still very angry with this ragtag group of people.
No matter how good a commander is, if he doesn't have qualified soldiers, everything is just talk. What's more, Bottom is not a good commander either.
Of course, the half-orc fighters are not much better than the half-elf guards in Braun Town. They are aggressive by nature, and the throwing axes can obviously have a farther range than the crossbows. It can be seen that the half-elf archers are huddled behind the female wall.
Stupidly, he followed the coolies and rushed forward.
By the time all the throwing axes they carried were thrown out, these orc warriors had rushed to a position 60 meters away from the city wall and entered the effective killing range of the crossbows.
A red-skinned Orc fighter was groping around on his body, trying to find another throwing axe, but was hit in the thick neck by a flying arrow. The Orc fighter turned around angrily.
He passed his head and was hit by another arrow in his forehead, then his chest and abdomen.
The red light on the horny skin quickly faded. The half-orc warrior panicked and turned around to escape. A sharp arrow pierced the back of his neck, and the sharp arrow came out from the throat. Before it fell.
, the lower back, and the back of the head were also pierced with arrows. The orc warrior was really dead this time.
"Vertok, you shot beautifully!" Bottom said while shooting with a military crossbow, he did not forget to praise Vertok.
On the city tower, Wiltok held his breath, raised his fine war bow again, and aimed at the next target.
He just discovered that the blood rage talent of the half-orc warrior has a defense effect of reducing damage by 30%-40%. When receiving continuous blows, the blood rage power will quickly fade; when the half-orc warrior is timid, the blood rage power will quickly fade.
. He can kill an orc warrior with almost seven feather arrows, and the combat breathing method combined with the wolf combat skills and dexterous hands talent allows him to quickly shoot 8 sharp arrows in the blink of an eye, and the arrow hits 60
goal within meters.
This level of shooting skills has reached the level of a third-level archer warrior, but is this the limit of Wiltok?
Bottom is not sure, but he knows that Wiltok's basic strength is not inferior to that of a third-level physique professional. Wiltok is not yet an awakened person, and has bottomless potential. If Wiltok is an adventurer
It doesn’t matter if the Braun Town stronghold is lost, they can still stand up again, go further and climb higher!
There are dozens of professional archers on the city wall. Each of them is a perfect marksman. They use their abilities to the extreme. Those orc fighters suddenly become living targets. Two of the fourth-level archers specifically target the orc fighters.
His eye sockets were literally killed with one arrow.
The half-orc warriors collapsed. They turned and ran back, and the coolies who had rushed under the corner also ran away. This time, the half-elf archers controlled themselves and finally did not waste their arrows and crossbows on the half-orc coolies.
The orcs scurried out of the range of their crossbows, leaving corpses on the snow beside the city wall.
At the end of the battle, the Braun Town garrison killed over 200 orc coolies on the spot, shot and killed 31 half-orc fighters, and injured countless orcs. On the Braun Town side, only 6 half-elf shooters were injured by ejected flying axes.
, they are protected by armor and have almost no battle damage.
This battle can be said to be a complete victory, and cheers echoed from the city walls.
Infected by the joyful atmosphere, Bottom also said happily: "Our soldiers need this kind of encouragement..." He immediately sighed quietly. The initiative on the battlefield was still in the hands of the orcs and barbarians, and the situation was not stable.
It did not change because of a victory, but instead became more severe.
In the dark night, the barbarians did not stop firing crossbow bolts at the city wall of Braun Town. Bottom tried to organize professionals to pull out the large crossbow bolts nailed to the city wall. As a result, hundreds of orcs came over and used
Throwing axes attack professionals who are hung by ropes outside the city wall.
Those professionals were extremely agile. They escaped back to the city wall in time without being injured, but they could not continue to complete the task of pulling out the nails. The orcs were smarter this time. They forced the professionals back and ran back, always keeping their eyes open.
Wandering three hundred meters away, monitoring every move on the city wall.
At such a long distance, even the fourth-level archer warriors have no good way to deal with them. A sophisticated longbow can penetrate steel armor within 150 meters. It can barely reach targets more than 200 meters away by using projectile skills, but the power of the arrows is limited.
You have to give a big discount. As for the ballista, hitting a target 300 meters away just depends on luck. The fourth-level archer with the eagle eye ability tried the ballista twice, but he was so angry that he wanted to smash the ballista.
The barbarian crossbows were not idle, and the "bang" sound of the steel crossbow bolts penetrating into the city wall was like the footsteps of the god of death, making everyone's heart heavy.
The next morning, Wiltok discovered that there were finally two "steps" on the city wall that the enemy could climb on. If the orcs had only these two places to stay, they would not be able to attack them no matter how large their numbers were, but this was not the case after all.
What a good sign.
Deputy Captain Huck, a professional blacksmith in Braun Town, had an idea. He hung cotton cloth soaked in kerosene on a giant crossbow bolt and continued to burn it. After the crossbow bolt inserted into the wall was red-hot and soft, he used a long hook to handle it.
They are pulled until they bend and form a smaller angle with the wall.
Wiltok couldn't help but look at Vice Captain Hack with admiration. He recalled a sentence in his memory: No one's wisdom should be underestimated. A qualified leader should be good at exploring the potential of his subordinates and listen to their opinions.
Was I a leader before?
Wiltok suddenly felt that he was so powerful, and he was a little complacent.
The orcs saw a fire burning here, but their reaction was relatively slow, perhaps because they did not know how to forge iron. It was not until after communicating with the barbarian warriors that they sent their coolies and fighters to attack the city wall of Braun Town. However, this was of no use.
It was a repeat of yesterday's situation, charging in groups, leaving dozens of corpses behind, and then escaping back.
Today, the orcs charged back and forth several times, and more than 200 coolies were shot and killed. Wiltok could see that the orcs had made some progress in the futile battle. Their fighters no longer crossed the line.
Instead of reaching the 100-meter limit, they stayed outside the range of the crossbow and used flying axes to attack the half-elf archers on the city wall.
Needless to say, the attack effect of the throwing axe, the orc warriors at least showed a certain degree of discipline. Even if a companion was shot in two by a powerful crossbow, they would not escape easily.
Vertok didn't know what the orcs and barbarians were thinking, but the corpses of hundreds of orc coolies lying in the snow with no one to take them away gave him an indescribable feeling.
More than four hundred coolies curled their bodies, covered in snowflakes in silence, revealing the silent cruelty and desolation.
Bottom's expression was heavy, and he squeezed out a sentence through his teeth: "The leader of this group of orcs is quite ruthless..."
Wiltok nodded and said in a strange way: "He has a string in his heart."
"String? What string?" Bottom turned around and asked.
Wiltok thought for a while, shook his head and said: "I can't tell clearly, but I think the Orc leader needs a big victory to loosen the string, otherwise he will suffer backlash..."
The hotel owner was about to ask more questions when the store clerk ran over panting and said excitedly: "Boss, Max is back and is in the hotel."
Bottom was immediately overjoyed, hesitated, shook his head and said, "Why don't I leave the city wall? Go and call Max over, and don't let anyone else know."
Not long after, the scout captain disguised as a store clerk quietly came to Bottom and whispered with a smile: "Boss, I'm back."
Bottom looked at the dark hunter carefully and found that his hands and feet were complete and his face was red. He didn't look like he was injured. He finally punched him with confidence and said angrily: "We all thought you died outside!"
"Bah! I'm very nice. Even if you old guy dies, I won't die." Max sarcastically said mercilessly, and then couldn't help laughing with Bottom.
"How's it going? What have you found after wandering outside for so many days?" the hotel owner asked with concern, his eyes shining.
"It's all bad news." The top scout of the Adventurer's House put away his cynical smile and said calmly: "The Orcs from the Outer Territories have mobilized their troops, and I have space for activities on the other side of Lake Braun. I found that the population of this tribe is far away.
Far beyond our expectations. I made a rough estimate, they have at least more than 13,000 people, and they are a very large orc tribe."
"The mother of the orcs has moved to the plantation, which means that their main army has moved towards Braun Town. In addition, on the other side of the lake, there are about 5,000 orcs who have also gathered together. They can attack the barbarian tribes.
, we can support the battle here at any time."
"In addition, my men went around to the forest to the west of the back gate of Braun Town for reconnaissance. Sure enough, they found an ambush consisting of 600 orc fighters lurking in the forest to the west. It seemed that they were preparing to ambush and evacuate from the back gate of the town.
people."
Bottom looked dejected, but he still persisted and asked: "Do you think they have a lot of food?"
Max smiled bitterly and said: "Boss, I've tried my best, but I really don't know about this problem."
Bottom was silent for a long time, barely pulling himself together, and ordered the secret hunters: "Detect a relatively safe retreat path as soon as possible. If necessary, we can only find a way to break out. As for the old, weak, women and children in the town...
...There’s nothing you can do about it, only one can escape.”
"Weir, when the time comes, we will protect you and evacuate together."
Wiltok was distracted, and the "Knowledge Puzzle" connected the intelligence brought back by Max with some things Mayor Myne said. All the clues gradually became clear, and he murmured: "I understand..."
"Understand what?" the hotel owner asked expectantly.
Vertok ignored him and asked the dark hunter: "Max, do you see many orc coolies?"
Max scratched his head and said: "I also find it strange that there are not many coolies among the orcs in the outer world. Logically speaking, the coolies in the orc tribe should account for at least half of the total population, but they are more low-level fighters."
"That's right." Wiltok smiled confidently, nodded and said: "The leader of the Orcs in the Outer Domain is preparing for the war that follows...the war with the regular army of Fallen Leaf City."
"Then what? What does this have to do with us?"
Wiltok looked at the hotel owner and said softly: "We can ask them to let us go... I have an idea, move all the food to the wall in front, and prepare the kerosene... Max, get out
Once, keep an eye on the orcs ambushing the back door. If you find them moving to the front door, report them back in time. Then, the old, weak, women and children in the town can escape through the back door, and we can wait."
"wait?"
"Well, when the orcs attack the city wall, we will break out from the back door and then find a way to escape the orcs and barbarians!"
"What if the orc ambush doesn't move?"
"Then burn all the food."
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In the pine forest and snow, ten brothers from the Split Rock tribe gathered together. One of the butchers said in a rough voice: "Quil, you let the coolies die, and the eldest mothers are very angry. They said, if you don't stop, the earth mothers will
The curse will fall on your head... I think you should go talk to the eldest mothers and find a way to appease their anger and resentment."
Quel'n'gla is like a silent volcano. No one knows that his inner worries and anger have nowhere to vent. Even his nine brothers cannot understand his thoughts.
The ten brothers of the Split Rock Tribe are not real brothers, but assistants promoted by Quel'N'Gara on the way. Some of the ten butcher brothers died in the battle, and several have been replaced. The ten brothers of the Split Rock Tribe are maintained by Quel'N'Gara only to prove one thing.
matter.
Ever since he was elected as the leader by the big mothers in the tribe and led the migration of the Split Rock Tribe, Quel'n'Gara found that he had become smarter and stronger. He defeated one opponent after another, conquered one tribe after another, and the changes became more and more obvious.
His strength and wisdom are enough to command more than 10,000 orcs. The ten brothers who were entrusted with important tasks by him also rapidly increased their strength in a short period of time, far surpassing other butchers.
Quel'n'Gara believes that as long as his tribe continues to grow, his abilities will grow with it. This is definitely a gift from the Earth Mother, so he must never let the Rock Breaking Orcs disperse into small tribes again.
However, relying solely on conquest and plunder, the Split Rock Tribe has reached its limit and is on the verge of collapse. Even if he stops to recuperate and herd wild boars, he cannot change the fate of the tribe's division. Because, just relying on pig herding will not change the fate of the tribe.
, the Split Rock Tribe cannot support more than 10,000 orcs.
After arriving at Lake Braun, Quail Engla discovered the barbarians who knew how to farm and saw an opportunity to change their destiny.
During the migration, the weak coolies kept falling behind. Quel'ngra decided to take root in the Lake Braun basin. The eldest mothers were very happy, and they were ready to replenish the number of orc coolies.
The big mothers will not understand that if the Rock Split tribe merges with the Lake Braun barbarians, the coolies will be useless and the cubs they will give birth to will become more of fighters.
What's more, if the Split Rock Tribe wants to stay in Lake Braun, which is rich in water and grass, they have to face two powerful enemies. One is the Black Fire Tribe, and the other is the Disa Half-Elf Alliance.
Quel'n'Gara doesn't think Split Rock can defeat either of these two opponents, nor does it need to defeat them, as long as it gets their recognition.
In order to do this, Split Rock must first obtain the support of the barbarians of Lake Braun. Therefore, the hands of the local barbarians must be stained with the blood of half-elves.
The counterattack of the Disa Half-Elf Alliance is foreseeable, and whether the Split Rock will get the acquiescence of the Blackfire Warchief, Quel'ngra is still not sure. But he is willing to block the fate of the Split Rock tribe, and the worst outcome is nothing more than
Just wandering again.
With the strength of the Split Rock Tribe, it would be easy for Quel'n'Gara to take over the small half-elf stronghold of Braun Town. But he had to ensure that the half-elves inside were massacred by the barbarians, and he also had to prepare for the subsequent war.
Quel'Engara knew that only by defeating the regular half-elf army could the Rock Break tribe be qualified to take root in Lake Braun.
It is necessary to reduce the number of barbarian coolies, otherwise the tribe's food reserves will not be able to support a real war.
Can stupid coolies know how to farm?
If they can't learn to farm, they will do nothing but waste food and slow down the warriors.
"I will go talk to the damsels, but today we still have to let the coolies attack the city." Quel'ngra said, his eyes suddenly condensed, "Huh? What are the half-elves doing?"
On the city wall hundreds of meters away, a half-elf opened a large bag with a dagger, letting the mud melon powder inside pour out, then threw the bag off the city wall, and threw a torch to light the bag containing grain.
Quel Engla could smell the smell of burning grain from a distance. He immediately pointed to the bag under the city wall and said, "Send the fighters over and pick up that bag for me."
After a while, a group of orc warriors dropped several corpses and delivered half-burned bags to the chief.
Quel'ngra grabbed a handful of burnt mud melon powder and stuffed it into his mouth. While chewing it, he said: "Ingrid said that the food stored in Braun Town is enough to feed 1,000 half-elves for two years. If it is burned,
It only takes a while... Hehe, in that case, let all the fighters lurking in the west come back, I will take down Braun Town today!"