In the snow-white wilderness, the Ugor cavalry roared out, their horses galloped, and white mist was raised over the wilderness.
Boris was on the front line and could not clearly see the situation ahead. He did not have the eagle eye skill. No matter how good his eyesight was, he could not clearly see the situation a thousand meters away. All he knew was that at this moment, the tribal light cavalry were already fighting against the beastmen.
However, it is definitely not a real hand-to-hand encounter. The hunters will only shoot at the edges to harass and disturb the beastmen, luring the beasts to separate their troops and pursue them. They will divide a large army into several small teams, but concentrate the superior forces of the tribe to annihilate them one by one.
This extremely simple tactic is naturally easy to see through for civilized races like the Empire or High Elves, but for the beastmen, it may not be. In other words, even if the beastman leader sees through it, it may not be useless. He will get angry.
The beastmen who got up didn't care about anything, they just charged and killed. The purpose of the tribe riders was to anger these violent beastmen.
Boris was listening to the crowd with his ax in hand. Compared to the nervousness and anxiety of others, Boris listened more calmly, catching the faint sounds in the air. Soon, he discovered something was wrong. The roar,
The sound of footsteps was getting closer and closer. It was the sound of a large herd of animals running and shouting. And, as the distance got closer, it did not weaken at all.
The harassment of tribal cavalry is useless?
Boris had such an idea in his mind. He glanced at the captain next to him, which was Carlos, the commander-in-chief of the tribal infantry. Obviously, the infantry commander also had a gloomy look on his face. This may be the largest scale he has ever encountered.
of beastman attacks.
After the Great Wall was built, the beastmen invading from the north almost never succeeded again. All beastmen and greenskins wandered in the northern troll wasteland. As a result, the probability of nomadic tribes encountering beastmen greatly increased.
They are not warriors eager to fight, but a group of herdsmen who want to live a peaceful life. Boris also knows that this group of ragged infantry are not real soldiers at all. They are just hunters, blacksmiths, and a temporary organization of stronger herdsmen.
Just a miscellaneous army.
If these poorly equipped irregular troops are to fight against the hungry Beastman army, the battle may be disastrous, and the Beastmen may collapse after a single charge...
Boris wiped the snowflakes from his forehead and stopped thinking about it. He knew that it would be useless to think about it. The battlefield was not decided by him alone, and the tactics were not formulated by him. At most, he was just an outside helper. But compared to
Compared to the non-professional soldiers around me, my quality is just higher.
The roar of the beast quickly approached. The ground began to tremble slightly, and Boris could feel the trembling arms and trembling bodies of his companions around him.
The beastmen at the front have already appeared, with deformed horns, red-spotted bodies, and dull roars. They run like a herd of hunting beasts.
"No...no...no...there are too many of them!"
Some people in the crowd screamed. Some even started to run away in fear.
"Son of a bitch! You weaklings! Don't run! You'll die faster if you run away!"
Carlos, the infantry captain, shouted loudly.
But no one listened to him, and those weak and temporarily recruited civilians were still fleeing in scattered pieces.
The remaining hesitant people soon had no chance or time to escape. The beastmen had already rushed in front of them.
The situation was worse than expected... Before the battle even started, morale had already collapsed. Boris shook his head, and while secretly mocking in his heart, he slightly raised the ax in his hand.
The sharp ax reflected a shrill white light in the air. In an instant, an army of beastmen rushed towards them like crazy wolves and wild dogs. The powerful impact almost instantly knocked away the infantry in the front row. The fallen soldiers did not get up at all.
With the opportunity, he was directly hacked by the crazy beastman with knives.
Screams and roars soon filled the air.
Boris grabbed the arm of a beastman and kicked its jaw with his knee. Suddenly, a ball of black blood spurted out from the nasal cavity of the inferior horned beast. Another inferior horned beast attacked from behind, and Boris
Turning around, the battle ax hit the head of the inferior horned beast accurately. The sharp battle ax penetrated straight into the beast man's forehead. He knocked it down, stepped on his chest, pulled out the battle ax, and set
The movements were done skillfully and quickly, without any sloppiness.
Another beastman roared and charged forward. Boris bowed his body to avoid the beastman's rough chop. He kicked his calf and kicked the beastman, whose body was in the inertia of the chop, to the ground. The beastman had no time to get up.
, Boris's ax fell heavily, with the sound of the ax cutting meat, the bloody ax blade chopped off the beast man's head with one strike, and the bloody and ferocious head was kicked aside by Boris.
He roared again and kicked down another beastman warrior. Even though the beastman was still wearing a simple wooden shield, he was still kicked far away by the angry Boris. Among the crowd, there were several warriors from the Ugor tribe.
Fight side by side with Boris and dance wildly among the beasts.
The blood of the beastmen fell in a crashing manner, turning them into bloody men one by one. However, more tribe soldiers were retreating.
Without spells or gunpowder, beastmen are still far stronger than ordinary humans in melee combat.
Boris heard the neighing of the tribe's war horses not far away. Apparently, the light cavalry charge force led by Lilia was charging on the outer edge of the beastmen. But it seemed to have little effect. It was not that their combat effectiveness was not good, but that the number of beastmen was too large.
Many. In previous years, these beastmen wandering in the Troll Kingdom would go south in winter and sack the towns and villages in the northern part of Kislev. But this year, obviously, due to the completion of the Great Wall, a large number of wandering beastmen can no longer go south.
Small groups gathered together to form the huge herd today.
For the sparsely populated nomadic tribes in the north, it is really unbearable.
"We must retreat! If we continue to fight like this, all of us will die here!"
In the chaos, Boris shouted to Carlos, the infantry captain behind him.
"No! This is the chief's order, we must hold our ground!"
Carlos also shouted in response. While shouting, another horned beast was killed by the captain. The dagger stabbed into the belly of the horned beast, and when it was pulled out, a long blood sausage was pulled out...
"Hold on! We are surrounded! We have no position!"
Boris cursed.
Dozens of beastmen have fallen under his axe, but it still does not help the overall situation.
"No retreat without the orders of the great chief!"
Carlos gritted his teeth and yelled.
As soon as he finished speaking, Boris gave a bear hug and directly pulled the commander and captain Carlos in front of him——
"You only have a chance if you live! If you die, there will be nothing! The great chief has gone to who knows where! At times like this, we must rely on ourselves!"
His eyes were so piercing, as if he wanted to swallow the captain alive in his arms.
Carlos was shocked by Boris's rude behavior and was a little confused for a moment. But soon, as a commander, he pushed Boris away and rejected all his advice.
"We must hold on...I must carry out the Warchief's orders..."
Before the captain finished speaking, Boris waved his hand and slammed the blunt side of the battle ax, knocking Carlos directly to the ground. His face was bloody and bloody, as if he had been hit hard by a beastman.
"The captain is injured. Damn it, someone help me carry him out! Retreat! Retreat, this is the captain's order!"
On the bloody battlefield, the scattered soldiers rushed towards Boris. Of course, not only to rescue the two of them, but more importantly, to hear the order they wanted to hear most.