Start As Hunter From Hunter World

Start As Hunter From Hunter World Chapter 1250

dong! dong! dong! dong!

With the sound of the low war drums, the troll warlord soon commanded his army to divide into three groups, trying to kill thousands of his own just before him. The human cavalry of warriors encircled.

Some priests, Witch Doctors and secret techniques even don't forget to cast a variety of wizards to cooperate.

Especially some acceleration magics, even a small number of trolls can walk fast and catch up with the speed of horses in a short period of time.

But unfortunately, the number of these trolls is too small, so that they are covered by arrows one after another before they can get close, and finally die tragically on the road of the charge.

Even if a few rush to the front occasionally, Ignaus will personally lead the highland cavalry under his command to rush up and trample them into flesh.

In this way, the two sides fought back and forth for several rounds in mutual testing.

The trolls can't keep up with the speed of the human cavalry, and the human cavalry with only 5,000 people on hand dare not easily attack the army of tens of thousands of troll warriors and sorcerers.

After you came to me for a full half an hour, Alan realized that he would not be able to get anything cheap today, and immediately raised his hand and gave the order to retreat.

In the blink of an eye, the five thousand cavalry immediately turned around, and the grandiose disappeared on the horizon, leaving only the corpses everywhere and the dust raised by the horses as they ran.

Seeing the silhouette of the enemy flying away, the troll warlord felt like his lungs were about to explode.

Because he has led the army to fight for so many years, this is the first time he has been beaten so badly.

Alan fights like no opponent has ever encountered before.

He does everything he can!

And almost no sense of honor!

Directly turn war into a simple numbers game!

As long as there is a battle plan, the enemy's loss will be far greater than the loss of your own, so it should be activated without the slightest hesitation.

It was the same with setting traps to annihilate the Raptor Legion before, and now the same is true for the vanguard of the raiding army.

As for the dignified battle in the traditional battle, don't even think about it.

After all, Alan is very clear that with the current strength of the Arathor Empire, wanting to fight a meet force with force war with the Amani trolls is basically not much different from self-destruct.

In addition, "Sun Tzu's Art of War" has a guiding principle in the age of cold weapons, called "win first and then seek war".

It means that before starting a war, it is best to think about your chances of winning, and don't act rashly if you are not sure.

However, with the annihilation of the Raptor cavalry, Alan has firmly grasped the initiative of the war.

What he has to do next is to accumulate more "first wins" through constant harassment until the balance of power between the two sides fundamentally changes.

Unbeknownst to the poor Troll Overseer, today's nightmare is just the beginning.

In the next few days, he will see with his own eyes a kind of tactics and tactics from the Peak of Earth's cold weapon era.

In the absence of enough cavalry, or lack of long-range weapons to strike, it is almost impossible to win with infantry alone.

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At the same time, Alan and Ignaius, who had retreated more than ten kilometers away, had already dismounted and sat on the top of a relatively high hill. rest.

The soldiers who had just won a glorious victory happily built simple stoves one by one with stones, then put iron pots on them, and added water, along with dried bacon, dried mushrooms, and beans. Cook.

It didn't take long for the soup to be "delicious" in their eyes, and they ate hard bread.

Eating while talking about the hearty battle not long ago.

War horses nibble on a high-level feed mixed with wheat, beans and egg powder to replenish their strength.

As human beings, they never thought that a troll with a powerful regeneration ability would be knocked to the ground by himself, and he would not even have a chance to fight back.

Similarly, they gradually began to realize that the cavalry archers, which were regarded as the remnants of the tribal era, did not seem to be as bad as the nobles thought.

Just the opposite!

At some point, these inability to fight head-on can be surprisingly successful.

The young girl appointed by Alan to join the cavalry force blushed with excitement, and added three skeletons to her skin with the blood of a troll.

Each skeleton represents her shooting a living troll warrior in battle.

Ignaus admired the high morale of the soldiers with great interest, and then said with a smile without looking back: "It seems that after I go back, it is also necessary to train a special bow. The cavalry. Also, about that toxin, I wish I could buy a batch from you. It has an immediate effect on the regenerative trolls."

"No problem! When this war is over, I will give Thoradin the method and process of extracting toxins, and I am sure he will be very happy to transcribe a copy for you. In dealing with trolls, the interests of all human beings are the same. Only by destroying the northern Amani giant With the empire built by the devil, we can occupy more fertile land and raise more population."

Speaking, Alan handed over a bottle of spirits that he was carrying with him.

As a highlander living in a cold environment, Ignaius has always been open to spirits. He raised his head and took a few mouthfuls, then licked it. The lips praised: "Good wine! This should be made from High Level barley and honey, right? In my hometown, there is not so much land to grow barley. But we use a kind of ice fruit mixed with honey to make it, also It doesn't have any flavor. Especially after the first sip, I felt that my entire appetite and lungs were frozen, and when I inhaled, I was filled with an indescribable coolness."

"Hehe, that sounds like The best drink in summer. No one can refuse to cool down with a glass of wine in the heat of summer.” Alan responded with a smile.

"Yeah! I wish I could kill all those damn trolls to the last one. In this way, we highlanders can also get a large piece of land that can grow food, and feel like the next summer is What a taste."

When he said this remark, Ignatius spoke with naked and undisguised envy.

There is no way not to be envious!

Alterac mountain range is a broken place, except for the barren land at the foot of the mountain where some food can be grown, the mountain can only rely on grazing and hunting for a living.

The harsh living environment is simply beyond what outsiders can imagine.

As a highlander, Ignatius dreamed of leading people out of the mountains to live on the warm and rich plains and meadows.

This is also the reason why he agreed to merge into the Arathor Empire in the first place.

Only by joining the Empire and defeating the trolls in the north will the Highlanders gain access to the fertile lands beyond the mountains.

"Don't worry, Thoradin can lead all humans to achieve this goal in ten years at most. But instead of this, I think we should discuss the night attack first."

While speaking, Alan took a hand-drawn map from the attendant behind him.

In just a few seconds, he accurately marked his position and the route of the troll army.

"Night attack?"

Ignaus was obviously stunned.

Because of the previous battle, the troll's Overseer, no matter how stupid, should realize the advantages of human cavalry, and will inevitably choose to shrink his troops and deploy enough spies on the periphery.

In this case, any raid may be forced to turn into a fortified attack, which will eventually lead to heavy losses for one's own side.

But Alan did not worry about this, and pointed directly to an open field on the troll's route: "This is a dense grassland, and the height of the grass can even reach more than one meter five. If If nothing else, the trolls should be camping by a lake in this place tonight. After all, their army is very large, and it will be very troublesome if there is not enough water nearby."

Ignaius Glancing at the map, nodded immediately agreed: "You are right. This is indeed the most likely place for trolls to camp. But they should clear the weeds around the lake before camping to prevent us from setting fires at night. , sneak attack, and create all kinds of chaos."

"That's right! But this time, I'm not going to set fire to them, but instead prepare them a feast of fire and water. See Is there a bag tied to the horse's back? Guess what's in it?" A sinister smile appeared on Alan's face.

"Oh—my Heavens! Could it be grease!"

Ignaius' mouth widened in surprise.

After all, the Highlanders are also experts in arson, and immediately guessed a pretty close from the weight, volume, and swing of the leather bag when moving.

"Yes! Three thousand bags of flammable grease. Guess what would happen if I poured this grease on a little wooden boat and set it ablaze, then dig a dike and let the lake pour down. result?" Alan asked with a faint smile.

When Ignaus heard this plan, a picture of a flood of burning flames rushing into the troll camp suddenly appeared in his mind, and he immediately said with bright eyes: "Your Excellency, please, please Be sure to entrust me with this glorious and great task."

"No problem! After the flood of water rushes into the troll camp, you must immediately attack from the flanks with cavalry. And mine The cavalrymen will cover you from the other side."

"Understood! We Highlanders will never miss a chance to kill a troll. Only dead trolls can It's a good troll!"

In this way, the two quickly reached an agreement and began to give orders in an orderly manner, allowing the soldiers under them to act.

Some of them rode their horses around the abandoned village on the other side of the lake, dismantling the planks of the houses, then nailing them together and stuffing them with dry straw, and then drizzling them with animals and plants. of various oils.

It took less than two hours to make one or two hundred such simple fireboats.

As for Alan, he attacked again with his well-fed archers, constantly harassing the trolls who were logging, mowing, and building camps, and firmly attracted the attention of the enemy.

As long as the troll has a large-scale army mobilization, he will immediately turn around and leave without fighting, making the most of the mobility advantages of the cavalry archers.

This shameless harassment has the troll warlord furious, but helpless.

As for those ordinary troll warriors, their mentality has already collapsed.

Some even disregarded the order, roaring and rushing up to the hedgehog that was shot by the bow and arrow.

They would rather die neatly than endure this humiliation and endless harassment.

Fortunately!

When the sun goes down and night falls, these pesky human cavalrymen like flies and mosquitoes finally disappear.

Everything seems to be quiet again.

Demoralized troll warriors in groups of three or four gather around the campfire, roasting fish caught from the lake, as well as wild ducks and wild geese nesting by the lake.

If the first two defeats just made them suffocated and want to vent, then now they are the balls that have been deflated, and they have begun to resist and hate war from the bottom of their hearts.

Looking at this group of deadwood troll warriors who have lost their fighting spirit, the Overseer has an expression of impatience and anxiety on his face, and quickly asked his adjutant: "How far are we from the town you mentioned now? ?"

"It should be very close! As long as we can successfully break through that town and allow the warriors to slaughter and plunder the wealth of human beings, I believe that morale will be restored soon." The adjutant solemnly vowed the assurance road.

Killing!

Rape!

Plunder!

It is always the best way to arouse the bestiality in the soldier's subconscious.

In this way, the top management of the Amani trolls kept promising to the recruited tribes that they could do whatever they wanted to the speed elves, no matter men, women, or children, and they could also plunder. The enemy's money, houses and land.

It was through such cruel means that the Amani Empire slowly gained the upper hand in the thousands of years of struggle.

Right now, they are very close to capturing Silver Moon City.

Obviously the Overseer also knew this, and the worries in his heart eased slightly. He rubbed his eyebrows and sighed, "I hope so. But I think that cunning human noble should pay more attention. No. If there is an accident, he will be a powerful enemy that poses a huge threat to us in the future."

"A powerful enemy? Just rely on these savage and stupid humans? They don't even know what magic is. .even more how, what we mobilized this time is only a part of the deadwood tribe. If the empire goes south with all its strength, the entire human race can be wiped off this land in minutes." The adjutant's tone carried the arrogance unique to Amani trolls. .

Of course, he also has this qualification to be arrogant.

As the brutal Zul'jin ascends to power, the Amani Empire is growing stronger than ever.

Even the country of Spirit King, which holds the power of strong demon magic, has to shrink its power, even more how is the human beings that have just risen.

"no! You are wrong! Are those cavalry armed with bows and arrows not doing enough damage to us? Just imagine, if this method of warfare is popularized, with the human population base, it is completely possible. Form a ranger with a scale of hundreds of thousands. At that time, with the raptor cavalry we have at hand, even if we are exhausted, it is impossible to destroy them all. However, they can continue to attack and harass them. The open terrain is rampant, even actively going deep into the forest to destroy..."

Before the troll warlord could finish his words, he suddenly felt a slight tremor on the ground.

Followed by a roar like ten thousand horses galloping from far to near...