Although the old werewolf has been issuing urgent orders to set up the formation, half of his attention is still focused on the master, so he naturally understands what is happening.∈↗,
"Nothing, just warming up."
Moriarty waved his hand, looking relaxed.
To avoid excessive casualties of the Wolfsburg Legion, they can only rely on a large amount of magical assistance, which is not a light burden. But with the additional supplement of the six great powers, Moriarty is no longer afraid of this level of consumption.
"How are you going to fight the enemy?"
The bloody big ear is approaching in front, and you can smell the thick churning blood blowing from a thousand meters away.
At a glance, the densely packed big-eared monsters are covered in bloodstains and look murderous. The ferocious face is even more like a painting with vertical and horizontal blood lines, which is very strange. However, although all the bloody big-eared monsters have a cold aura, their eyes are just one piece.
It was gray, without any sign of life, almost like the undead.
"I plan to defend in layers to withstand the enemy's attack, and then use wolf cavalry to outflank both wings and wipe out the enemy."
Clausewitz quickly and simply stated the strategy. This was also the tactic that best utilized the power of the wolf cavalry assault. However, this would put great pressure on the frontal defense and would inevitably lead to heavy casualties.
"Revise the strategy." After pondering for a moment, Moriarty suddenly said: "Following the tactics of the famous human general Hannibal, we will fight another 'Punic Battle' today."
"This..." The old werewolf was immediately shocked and blurted out: "But Hannibal has three hundred 'Red Crossbows', and he has 'Fire Killing Wings', so he can..."
"Isn't it enough that you 'have' me now?" Moriarty asked interestingly with a smile.
"...Enough! Of course it's enough!"
As if awakened by a word, Clausewitz shouted loudly, his face quickly turned red, as if he had drunk a lot of wine, but his eyes were shining with excitement.
Immediately unable to speak any longer, the old werewolf revised his tactics and quickly conveyed the orders to each regiment one by one. Fortunately, these nearly a thousand orc sergeants were indeed the best among the best, and they quickly changed their formations. Although it was complicated,
, but not messy at all.
"What is Old Crow doing? Why do you change your formation before the battle!? If we don't do it right, we will be defeated without a fight."
Looking at the hurriedly changing Wolfsburg Legion and the bloody Big Ear that was already a few hundred meters away, Ronnie shouted angrily.
In fact, he was dissatisfied with the delegation of field command of the Legion to Clausewitz, but he did not dare to say anything due to the Duke's majesty and Moriarty's power, and now he could not help but burst out.
"The combat power at hand has changed, so the tactics will naturally change. Don't you know this common sense?" Without looking at his son, Midamoah snorted softly.
The latter is as quiet as a cicada.
But it seemed that Ronnie was unlucky to say that before Clausewitz could completely adjust his formation, Bloody Big Ear had already pounced on him.
Like a blood-colored tide, thousands of blood-striped faces were ferocious, trembling, and roaring. They rushed straight to the front of the Wolfsburg Army with an indomitable momentum, but in fact it was silent, like the replay of an old-fashioned movie.
In the haste, there was almost no time for effective resistance, and the dozens of Wolfsburg soldiers in the first row were completely overwhelmed.
Following this, the nearly a hundred orcs at the rear shrank their formation and gathered together densely, like a protruding rock intended to withstand the enemy's offensive wave, but it collapsed after being washed away several times by the "blood streaks".
At this time, everyone at Wolfsburg truly realized how terrifying the "Bloody Big Ear", which is known as the number one attacker in Behemoth's history, possesses. In particular, each "blood pattern" is shrouded in a halo of red, blue and yellow.
Within, that is the triple passive blessing of bloodthirsty, rage and endurance given by Hasangote. This is equivalent to making the "Bloody Big Ear" a super army with almost all members going berserk. It can fight endlessly as long as its life is endless.
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Fortunately, the orc grenadiers at the rear provided timely support. The rain of flying axes came in thick and fast, immediately cutting down the first batch of "blood streaks" and finally containing the opponent's sudden approach.
Taking this opportunity, the soldiers of Wolfsburg finally set up a layer-by-layer defense formation, like a thousand-layer cake, intending to carry out low-intensity and multi-level resistance.
At the same time, the ace Bloodfang Regiment was also released by the old werewolf. However, they did not attack the "Bloody Big Ear" formation directly, but divided it into two wings to outflank them, restricting the further expansion of the opponent's forces without fighting.
"What does old Crow want to do?"
Witnessing such a strange formation, not only Ronnie and the other knights of the Kingdom did not understand and were dissatisfied, but even Metamoya frowned.
The power of the Wolf Cavalry lies in interspersed killings at high speeds. If it is placed in a position like this and stuck to consumption, it is nothing more than "a waste of natural resources".
"Why doesn't he take action!?"
On the other side, Ekaterina stared at Moriarty closely, her breathing gradually tightening.
Next, the war situation seemed to be developing in an unfavorable direction.
Although the defenses were deployed layer by layer, under the never-tiring impact of the "blood pattern", one defense line after another was broken down, and Wolfsburg's front was also compressed step by step. Fortunately, the grenadiers' clustered flying axes were very violent.
Covering comrades can retreat more easily, ensuring controllable casualties.
"Father, let me go!"
Seeing the Wolfsburg Army retreating again and again, and someone still showing no sign of taking action, Ronnie couldn't bear it any longer and shouted loudly.
"No!" Ignoring Ronnie's request to fight, the Duke suddenly shouted: "It's 'Hannibal's Pocket'!"
"Hannibal Pocket!?"
Ronnie and the others looked over anxiously, and sure enough they saw that under the pressure of the "Bloody Big Ears", the front line of the Wolfsburg Army was constantly moving backwards, while the Bloodfang Wolf Cavalry seemed to be blocking the enemy like a pair of long edges.
What's even more strange is that, whether by coincidence or special instruction, a group of wolf cavalry broke away from the main force and circled to the end of the enemy's formation like a fence.
Looking at it as a whole, although the Wolfsburg army was always at a disadvantage, it inexplicably surrounded the "Bloody Big Ear".
"this…"
It is really unimaginable that you can be surrounded by a powerful enemy despite being passively beaten? This has broken through the common sense of ordinary military battles.
"In the year 863 of the War God Calendar, King Hasangote of Behemoth led an army to defeat several human cities and approached Standwell. At that time, the human general Hannibal commanded a brigade and fought with the king on the banks of the Danube River.
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"At the beginning of the war, the Behemoth army was unstoppable. It broke through several enemy lines of defense, forced the enemy to retreat step by step, and almost broke through in the center. However, a strong wind suddenly came up. Behemoth was against the wind, and was forced by the wind and sand, so the attack was slowed down..."
"The two wings of the human battle formation were squeezed by the wind and formed a big bag, surrounding Behemoth. Three hundred rocket crossbowmen were behind to shoot. The fire took advantage of the wind, and the wind assisted the fire madness. Eighteen bloody big ears were killed by rockets from all sides. King
Then he was defeated and had to lead his army to retreat south..."
Lieutenant General Mu Tambo was familiar with national history. Looking at the Wolfsburg battle formation ahead, he couldn't help but recite it in a deep voice.
Hearing this, Ronnie and the others couldn't help but change their colors, and the Duke's eyes even shone with color.
At this moment, a red pillar of light stood up behind the Wolfsburg Legion, and even the gray fog in the Heroes Mountain was driven away by this bright red pillar.
Then, blazing fireballs flew up one after another, falling like rain and hail in the "Bloody Big Ear" formation.
In the blink of an eye, the thousands of "blood patterns" that were so prominent were annihilated by explosions and fire, and returned to the netherworld. (To be continued.)
