Nothing trains soldiers better than a real battle.
A soldier who has never seen blood will always be a rookie.
Even if these new recruits have seen tied up orc warriors, and have conducted righteous group beatings against some orc warrior captives, it is completely different to face the orc army that is coming like a tidal wave.
"Hold it! Hold it! Don't use one hand! Use both hands!" the squad leader roared loudly, letting the muscular heavy infantry at the front hold up the shield.
After improvements, heavy infantry no longer need ordinary kite-shaped shields.
Unless you are promoted to a professional, you will not be able to withstand the violent drug-addicted orcs with just your arm strength and kite-shaped shield.
Today's heavy infantry uses large tower shields, 75m wide and 150m high.
The outside is a crazy 1m thick mithril. If it weren't for the many X-shaped structures made of wooden boards in the middle, it would look like a low metal door.
There is a hand strap for the left arm and an extra handle to support the hands.
There are also two movable brackets on the lower part of the shield, which can be opened up to 60 degrees to support the shield.
Even with such a super shield, it was still almost unable to withstand the impact of the orcs.
"Lok'Tar!"
With a roar, the orc who charged forward came over with four or five crossbow arrows on his shoulders, covered in blood.
In the last three meters, the whole person jumped up and made a C-shaped arch in mid-air. All the muscles were fully stretched, and when he came down, he did a jumping chop!
"Boom"
A loud noise exploded, and the heavy infantry felt like the earth was shaking!
His ears were ringing and he was dizzy. It took several seconds before he came back to his senses in horror.
The large shield he struggled to hold up showed a huge dent in the upper part, which was almost big enough for a human head.
If it were replaced by an ordinary iron shield, most of it would have burst on the spot, and the human soldiers resisting behind the shield would also be destroyed. At the very least, two arms would be broken, and it would be crushing.
But even though the mithril shield showed signs of cracking, it still managed to hold on.
The reason why the bloodthirsty orcs didn't land a follow-up blow was simply because a few pikemen behind the heavy infantry mustered up the courage. While the heavy infantry withstood the first blow, they stabbed the orcs' broad green chests into pieces.
Broken sack.
"Ha ha!"
"I killed him!"
"Help here"
"ah"
Despite their embarrassment, and despite the fact that many people were injured in each round of attacks, the golden light flashing over the heads of the wounded soldiers gave them infinite courage.
That was the [Flash of Holy Light] cast by the Paladin and the Priest standing on the top of the city.
As long as it is not a troublesome injury such as a fracture, ordinary stabbing, scratching, or even a severed neck, the Holy Light has a high chance of saving your life.
More than a thousand priests and paladins provided excessive treatment to the frontline soldiers throughout the whole process, which was outrageous.
Don’t forget, the place with the most priests in the entire Eastern Kingdom is Stratholme!
The godfather of a certain Duke is the head of the Holy Light Church of the Seven Kingdoms, ahem, Archbishop.
The unlucky ones kept getting injured and couldn't recover for a while. They were dragged out of the military line through the reserved passage from the rear by their companions, and civilians carried them away on stretchers.
But the front line was maintained after the recruits got over the initial panic.
On the wall of the Urn City, Rivendell's originally raised hand slowly lowered it.
"Take a break!"
The crossbowmen who had originally aimed at the orcs retreated behind the arrow stacks silently.
The orcs' offensive came one after another. They seemed to be suppressing the human formation, but no one noticed that the humans actually formed a circular formation. Every time the front was damaged, they collectively moved clockwise. And during the movement
Continuously evacuate wounded soldiers.
Every orc who rushes forward has to face a large shield soldier, a sword-wielding light infantry, and the spears of four spearmen at all times.
The orcs roared and advanced, seemingly compressing the human formation, but in fact not many human soldiers actually died.
The fierce battle lasted for almost an hour, and the orcs did not even notice that the enemy in front of them had replaced the third legion.
As the saying goes, one can make great progress, then it will weaken, and three times it will be exhausted.
The orcs finally realized that they could not win this battle.
They instinctively fled towards the gate blocked by the Thousand Jin Gate.
"Dong dong dong dong!" Several of the burliest orcs, with a strong desire to escape, used their weapons to smash the stainless steel door crazily.
Then they were pulled apart, and the ogre behind them was unhappy. These larger and terrifying humanoid creatures were generally more than three meters tall. One ogre was waving a metal stick that should have been removed from a statue.
The diameter alone is as thick as an adult's thigh.
The seemingly solid steel door was actually punched through.
These excessively barbaric creatures tore apart a large steel plate like a piece of paper, tearing it into a hole large enough for an ogre to pass through.
The most outrageous thing is that there are several ogres who can't wait nearby. They carry a big tree trunk that two people hug and attack directly against the city wall.
After three minutes of their unremitting efforts, the city wall was suddenly penetrated.
Thousands of orcs just ran away in a swarm, not minding the soft rain of arrows falling above their heads when passing by the bridge.
A human crossbowman couldn't help it and wanted to shoot an arrow at the orc deserter. He suddenly found that the crossbow he had raised was pressed down.
"What are you doing...I'm sorry, Brigadier General."
The visitor is clearly Rivendell.
Not only the archer, but everyone else didn't understand.
Rivendell said loudly: "I know everyone wonders why I don't let everyone shoot those damn greenskins."
Everyone nodded in unison.
"Our Lord, the Duke of Stratholme, said, 'The biggest gap between us and the orcs is the infantry. Only when all legions have combat experience can we win this final battle against the orcs!'." Rivendell pointed at the city wall.
Below, there are young faces that are a mixture of excitement and excitement: "Now, our second, third and fourth legions all have combat experience!"
The entire barbican city in front was piled with orc corpses, but there were very few human soldier corpses covered with white cloth on the ground behind.
Everyone was immediately convinced.
"Long live the Duke of Stratholme!"
"Long live Lordaeron"
"Long live the Alliance"
Loud cheers echoed throughout the fortress.
On the top of the rear fortress, McDonald said with a smile on his face: "Do you understand? My vassal."
Serijek's eyes sparkled: "My lord is wise."
"We can't beat the orcs painfully. I want them to enjoy the 'fruits of victory' bit by bit. We won't allow them to fall into the abyss of death until we complete the training!"
right!
From beginning to end, it was just a military training conspiracy by someone named Mai.
The main structure of the fortress originally had three floors inside and three floors outside. The floor that the orcs just smashed through was a temporary wall made of ice blocks. It was destroyed when it was smashed.
A four-thousand-jin gate... How much more good a city gate do you want from a temporary city wall?
