Lord Roar

Chapter 252 Wolf Cavalry VS Bloodhoof Warrior

The one-sided situation on the battlefield caused a group of high-ranking Beamon commanders who had already been shocked to panic. Mourinho seemed to be indifferent, and said lightly with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Let the priests set foot on the battlefield."

It can be seen from this that Mourinho did not pin his hopes on the pig fighters who have the largest number but extremely poor combat effectiveness.

Perhaps all decisive commanders like to use the most numerous cannon fodder units to test the opponent's combat effectiveness and quality.

But thinking about it, let alone the well-trained bloodhoof warriors wearing armor and armor, even the barbarian warriors from other tribes on the Great Wasteland cannot compete with Piggy warriors, unless the difference in numbers is too large and consumes human lives.

Janna was holding an animal skin in her hand, and kept writing and drawing on it, without raising her head, she said, "Master Fan Di updated the second-generation bloodhoof shield, made of steel, with 28 arrows inside, The gear structure, manually activated, is completely modified according to your original aerodynamic design, with an effective range of 150 yards and a one-time shot."

"This giant shield is designed to reduce or resist the opponent's cavalry."

"The armor of the warriors is completely resistant to the scimitars of the Beamon wolf cavalry!"

"The opponent's camp has been dispersed and has advanced 150 yards. If there is no accident, no support is needed."

"The impact force of the giant wolf under the wolf cavalry is not enough to cause damage to the soldiers at such a short distance."

"The vindictive fighters led by Babylon the Great have already killed twelve wolf cavalry commanders. The wolf cavalry have shrunk their defenses and there is no threat for now."

"The reserve team led by Thackeray is ready to support at any time, but it seems that it will not be needed for a while."

Allen clapped his hands appreciatively, just about to praise Janna's military talent, when he suddenly remembered something, he couldn't help asking: "Where's that little old man Fan Di, why didn't he see him, he doesn't need to be responsible for those catapults Scheduling?"

If it is said that the sword is slanted or crooked, Allen is definitely a good player, but this kind of righteous confrontation between the two armies, strategic deployment, reserve team configuration, attack level, etc., all the people in the camp combined do not know as much as Janna.

And Janna also enjoyed this feeling very much. Although all the soldiers in the Bloodhoof Camp were not her direct descendants, which commander would not imagine that one day he could command a powerful combat unit composed of barbarians and giants.

It can be said that the grassroots fighters of the Bloodhoof Tribe are definitely the strongest grassroots fighters on the Saint Cassis Continent.

Janna said helplessly: "In the camp, he said he would not participate in this kind of fighting and killing. Don't worry, my great chief, the dwarves and Samson have already cooperated with each other tacitly."

"Be a whore and set up a memorial archway." Allen cursed secretly. The little old man Fan Di was probably afraid that people in the southern parish would recognize him. Thinking of this, he suddenly remembered that the little old man's daughter seemed to be still in the southern parish. right?
Turning around, I wanted to ask Orpheus, but when I turned around, I saw the Holy Son sneakily holding up a badge and taking pictures of it.

Orpheus saw Allen coming over suspiciously, smiled and explained: "Magic props, which can record [-] frames of real-time images."

Allen snatched the badge directly, and then began to keep recording the surrounding scenes, muttering: "Look, it is the heroic Bloodhoof tribe. When the Holy Light Fort is about to fall, out of morality, come out!" Out of justice, out of pity, out of justice, we fearlessly resisted the invasion of the Beamon orcs. Although we are not of the same belief, we are not of the same race, but we live under a blue sky and have the same dream. The statue of the Father God can stand in the Fort of Holy Light. We disregarded the past and resisted the brutal Beamon army. Remember our names. We are the bloodhoof tribe on the wild ancient plain. Hello everyone, I am the first warrior in the wilderness , His Excellency the Baron of the Kingdom of Locke, Guardian of the Beast Forest, Savior of the Southern Diocese, Chief of the Bloodhoof Tribe, Mental Lun!"

Orpheus seemed to be constipated, and he didn't even bother to grab the record badge. Anyway, it should be inspired by this badge, and the holy mountain will see this special battle.

Allen also knew the effectiveness of this badge. Since the killers of the Bloodhoof tribe were almost exposed, there was no need to hide it.

After Allen finished talking, he handed the badge to De Niro and gave a few simple instructions.

As if he had found a treasure, De Niro shouted at the dwarves under his command: "Who is it, who is fighting on the front line, who is it, who has killed hundreds of ferocious pig fighters, who is it, who came out for justice It is us, the dwarven brethren of Hammer on the Garnia Plain."

Allen rolled his eyes and found that the short mule could blow better than himself.

Looking at Orpheus, after thinking for a while, he decided to inquire about the whereabouts of the little old man's daughter after the battle.

Allen once again set his sights on the battlefield outside the Fort of Holy Light. At this time, the battle has entered a fierce and final stage. After months of training day and night, the Bloodhoof fighters cooperated very tacitly in the battle.

This is also the main reason why Allen didn't participate in the battle in person for the first time, because he usually didn't participate in the daily training of the soldiers at all.

Allen's fighting style is more flexible and adaptable, so in this kind of battle conflict on a certain scale, as a chief, if he goes to the battlefield in person, it will prevent the soldiers from taking advantage of their daily training.

And Allen is very confident that even if a few old guys in the camp don't participate in the battle, the tribal fighters will easily deal with their opponents. They couldn't beat them all, and it was a waste of Allen's painstaking efforts to arm them with all the steel.

The strong body and heavy armor cannot be broken by the crude scimitars of the wolf cavalry at all, and the weapons such as battle axes, broadswords, war hammers, and maces in their hands are far larger than ordinary standard weapons. One round will create an open area.

The wolf cavalry are brave, they have proved their bravery with blood.

People always say that the poorer the more ruthless, the wolf cavalry are very poor, as can be seen from their animal leather armor and scimitars full of gaps.

The Bloodhoof Tribe used to be very poor, but now they are very rich, so rich that Ronningt is jealous.

Therefore, no matter how poor and ruthless the wolf cavalry is, it is useless. The blood hoof warriors are more ruthless than them, and they are also very rich.

The equipment of hundreds of wolf cavalrymen may not be as valuable as a set of fine steel armor from Babylon the Great.

However, the fearless spirit of the wolf cavalry is commendable.

As long as their heads are not beheaded, as long as the scimitar is still in hand, as long as they can move, even with their teeth, they must lie on the ground and bite their enemies.

They didn't hesitate to move forward like the piggies on the flanks. Facing the butcher knives of the bloodhoof warriors, they turned their fear into motivation to continue charging, even though they knew they couldn't disperse the enemy's camp. Still like a moth to a flame, there is no turning back.

It's a pity that the barbarian warriors of the Bloodhoof tribe were not the familiar barbarian warriors in their memory.

They learned to cover, learned to alternate formations, learned to wear armor and armor to arm themselves, learned to use their own advantages, and learned many things that Beimeng wolf cavalry did not possess.

A skinny man with a kitchen knife could hack five unarmed fat men to death.

So quantity is not everything.

Not to mention a fat man with a chainsaw is going to hack several unarmed thin people to death.

The wolf cavalry's sword skills are superb, they can often block the first blow of the bloodhoof warriors with their scimitars, but unfortunately, the scimitars that have been broken or knocked into the air are no longer capable of any damage, not to mention the enemy is still wearing dark and thick clothes. full body armor.

And when the Bloodhoof warriors sent out the second blow, they even forgot to block or dodge, because they knew that the flesh and blood are weapons that cannot resist the opponent, maybe it should not be called a weapon, but a murder weapon. A mace that can be used as a door bolt, a giant ax that can be used as a door panel, a giant broadsword wider than their shoulders, and a meteor hammer like a sledgehammer.

They watched helplessly as this black-armored army of only a few hundred people continued to advance, like the corpse-eating ants that were a specialty of Beamon Demon Valley, where they would be instantly covered in death red.

In the pointed charge battle formation, the bloodhoof warriors at the front had no weapons, they only had one huge battle shield, and their armor was also covered with barbs.

They don't need to attack, they just need to buckle down their armor and lead the companions behind them to charge forward. They just need to get close to each other, pierce their bones, flesh and blood, and then punch them out. Soldiers are very clean now Neat and tidy, I don't want corpses full of holes hanging on my armor.

This method of attack is the simplest, and this method of advancement is also very primitive. Unfortunately, in the eyes of the Beamon Wolf Cavalry, there is no solution.

Because this group of barbarian warriors is as immovable as a mountain, even if they spend their lives, they can't stop the opponent's progress.

In just a few breaths, hundreds of wolf cavalry were lying on this red and black battlefield, and the bloodhoof warriors stepped on their corpses and slowly advanced. When they swung their weapons, they would not roar, even if they were cut by machetes No syllable can be uttered from the mouth even when the giant wolf collides with it. There is only the sound of bones breaking on the battlefield, which is the sound of wolf cavalrymen and crotch. Giant wolf bones breaking.

The Bloodhoof Warriors don't play the game of flying blood with a sword, they only punch the head with a punch or smash the bone with an axe.

The Bloodhoof warriors did not allow the wolf cavalry under their feet to let out a second wail, they would crush the enemy's throat with one foot.

Bloodhoof warriors remember the war chief's rule of battle, if the enemy lies down, then let him lie down forever.

They can only move forward, only swing their weapons, like killing machines, slow but efficient.

It was evening, and from a distance, it was hard to tell whether it was the setting sun or the blood staining the earth. The soil had already turned reddish-brown. The blood could not coagulate, and the haze above could not dissipate.

(End of this chapter)