Letting the cavalry continue to attack was just to buy some more time for the infantry on the front. Fokker felt that he would be more certain to win the victory he deserved by personally supervising the frontal battlefield.
So, after sending off his lieutenant, he immediately issued an attack order to all the commanders in front of him.
"Let the troops attack immediately! The whole army is pressed! Don't give the opponent any time to adjust!" Fokker ordered, and the war drums behind them began to beat again.
The sound of the horn began to reverberate, conveying the simplest order - the entire army began to attack, for the sake of the Rock Empire!
Driven by this order, all the infantry phalanxes of the Rock Empire began to advance slowly, their flags fluttering in the wind, and their shouts shaking the heaven and earth.
Seeing his troops pressing forward, Fokker galloped forward. The victory before him was within reach, and he wanted the whole army to see his banner and that he was marching forward bravely.
"All troops! Attack!" Seeing the enemy's impatient attack, he waved his arms forward. Sona, the commander of the Airanhill Empire Construction Corps, also loudly issued the order to attack.
She is not going to waste time here anymore. Using the orc troops to destroy the enemies in front is her best choice now.
After all, she had received a report from Harold that the native cavalry had been defeated. If she didn't act quickly, the enemy in front of her might have escaped.
In this battle, her goal was to defeat the enemy as much as possible, so she decided to give the opponent a hard blow before they took the initiative to retreat.
Aria heard the order from her commander, so she also slashed forward and drew her long sword: "Stop taunting! All troops! Attack!"
The orc troops standing there opened their mouths and showed a satisfied smile. They were too familiar with this rhythm. After welcoming the opponent's arrow rain, they began to charge towards the enemy's phalanx.
The only regret is that they do not have Ursine troops. If there are those Ursine troops that look like tanks to open the way, this battle may end more quickly.
"Forward!" an orc officer shouted loudly. The rows of orc infantry in front of him had already begun to move forward.
Just like a city advancing on the plains, these orcs marched in uniform steps. They wore heavy armor, but it did not affect their movements at all.
They just moved forward step by step, not caring about their flanks, which would expose them to the opponent's superior strength.
"We are orcs!" While moving forward slowly, these orcs began to chant their ancient war songs in a low voice.
"We live to kill and plunder!" Although the voice was low, when such a low voice was spoken by two thousand deep-voiced orc warriors at the same time, it still echoed in the air like the despair in hell.
Soon, the human infantry who were very close to them also heard the whispers of these desperate demons: "Our power makes the enemy despair!"
At the same time, they also discovered that the enemies standing in front of them did not just look slightly taller.
Originally, they thought the opponent was just a tall man standing in front to make the entire team look stronger. They did this often, so they had no doubt about it.
But after approaching the orc tribe's phalanx, they discovered that the opponent was not just that tall.
In addition to being tall, every soldier of these orc troops is also very, very strong. The thick armor on their bodies seems to be unable to completely cover the muscles of these sturdy warriors.
The armies of both sides were approaching each other, and they were approaching very fast. The soldiers in the front row of the Rock Empire slowed down because they noticed something strange, but the soldiers behind them were still pushing forward.
Suddenly, the originally loose phalanx began to become crowded, and the pikemen in the back row bumped into the back of their own people before they had time to put down the tips of their spears.
"Move forward!" An officer was crowded in the queue of his own people. He shouted angrily and urged the soldiers in the front row to move forward quickly.
"What are you doing!" The other soldiers behind the officer were pushed forward, and the pressure suddenly doubled, so they cursed: "Why did you stop? Idiot!"
"We are orcs!" The orc troops, still maintaining their formation, continued to move forward, as if what stood in front of them was not a thick wall of enemy soldiers, but ears of wheat in the fields.
They still hummed a low song, and then leveled their spears at a very close distance to the enemy.
It was a spear that was five meters long. When it was flattened, the entire orc tribe's phalanx turned into a giant iron hedgehog.
The orc warrior holding a spear stretched out his spear while humming in a low voice: "God bless our souls!"
As he hummed, the soldiers of the Rock Empire who blocked the sharp edge of his spear were easily penetrated along with their shields.
The orc soldier exerted a slight force on his wrist, twisted the spear, and then pulled it out smoothly. The soldier from the Rock Empire who was stabbed across the body clutched his stomach and fell down.
After the two sides got close, the orcs immediately gained a height advantage. Their height allowed them to launch two rows of attacks at the opponent's belly and head at the same time. This condescending style of play was simply bullying.
The soldiers of the Rock Empire, who had to face two rows of spears at the same time, found that neither their own armor nor their own shields could stop the opponent's sharp spears.
The moment those spear points penetrated their wooden shields, it was as easy as cutting into cheese.
Therefore, the Rock Empire soldiers in the front row could only grit their teeth and try to see if they could fight these damn big guys up close.
Then, through their shields, the soldiers of the Rock Empire who were charging forward heard clearly the whispers that they could not understand - they were very rhythmic and creepy.
They heard the orcs humming in a low voice, as if they were singing a song when farmers were harvesting wheat straw in the fields: "The land beneath our feet!"
"Breeding endless war!" When they heard this sentence, another row of spears pierced through the gaps in the opponent's heavy and cold shield, directly piercing their bodies.
Before falling down, a poor Rock Empire soldier finally saw the big, ugly face of an orc without a visor through the gap.