"Warriors of the prairie! Charge!"
Amul raised his long sword and rushed forward with a horse.
Although humans have caused heavy casualties to the archers in incomprehensible ways, the desperadoes under his command are still fierce. Under the leadership of their commanders, they stride forward and charge with a roar.
The orcs wearing heavy armor trampled the slope, and the humans behind the parapet even felt the ground shaking faintly.
Behind the Arda soldiers were soldiers from other kingdoms standing with spears in their hands. They had not yet recovered from the shock of the scene just now.
The orcs' arrows were fierce and accurate, which once left an indelible and terrifying impression on them.
In previous battles, no matter how strict their formation was, they would be destroyed by rounds of arrow rain.
But now, those terrible archers seem to have met their nemesis.
It was a weapon called artillery by the people in the northwest. It spit out terrible tongues of fire forward, and those devil-like big men fell down one by one, lying on the ground and wailing.
But the orcs wearing armor rushed up again. Are the weapons of the northwest people still useful?
"Fire!"
With tongues of flames spitting out and loud pops of sound, countless gray-white flowers bloomed in front of the parapet, forming a wall of smoke in a moment, blocking the entire front of Silver Moon Castle.
The orcs who rushed within a hundred meters received the first volley of musketry from Arda's army, and were immediately beaten to their knees.
The strong armor did not work as expected, and was torn apart like fragile cloth in front of the rapidly shooting lead bullets.
Clusters of blood mist erupted from the majestic bodies that the orcs were proud of, and then they were knocked to the ground by the huge kinetic energy.
As a commander, Amul felt panic in his heart.
Just now, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a soldier running in front of him whose head suddenly flew up, his head turned into an indescribable mass, and his out-of-control body fell to the ground. land.
Amul instinctively lay down immediately, and a small object stained with fresh blood rolled in front of him.
He reached out and picked it up, with a look of disbelief on his face.
This little thing should be made of metal. It can be seen that it was originally a relatively regular round shape, but now it is a little irregular. It must have been knocked by the skull of one of his subordinates.
Such an inconspicuous little piece of metal, not as sharp as an arrowhead, could easily take the life of an orc warrior?
At this time, a pungent smell that seemed to be bad but not bad penetrated into his nostrils, choking him and making him dizzy for a while.
He reacted, turned his head and shouted, "Lie down!"
Before he finished speaking, another burst of fire suddenly appeared in the thick smoke ahead.
Now Amul knew what was hurting them, those deadly small bullets flying through the air and coming whizzing.
puff! puff!
Many soldiers who had not yet had time to lie down were hit, and Amul was heartbroken.
Facing a terrifying weapon unknown to mankind, he had to make a painful decision.
"Retreat!"
On the Arda army's side, although the thick smoke caused by the salvo made the soldiers' vision very bad, the observation post on the tower still saw the orcs retreating The movement was reported to Battalion Commander Joyce in a timely manner.
"It seems that the other side's commander is very cautious."
There are two twelve-pound cannons that have not yet fired, and two more have just been loaded for the first time. Joyce originally wanted to fire four of them. Shoot the orcs.
Since the orcs were about to retreat, he immediately ordered the artillery to fire downhill.
After a loud thunderous noise, countless shotguns poured through the smoke screen towards the retreating orcs.
After suffering heavy casualties again, the orcs finally returned to the starting point before the attack.
"Lord Amul, why are you retreating?" "We can touch the low wall if we push forward a little further!"
"Yes, as long as we cross it, no matter how human beings How magical the weapons are, they can only let us slaughter them!"
Although the orc soldiers who suffered huge losses were shocked by the unfamiliar weapons, they were still fierce and militant, with high morale.
"Shut up, we are the vanguard, the eyes of the entire army."
Amul refuted them, "If you encounter a problem, you should immediately notify the brothers behind! Instead of increasing the sacrifice."
He pointed with his hands, "You, you, and you, ride the fastest immediately The horse informed the army of the situation just now, and asked them to pay more attention to this strange and terrifying weapon in other places. "
Three. The soldier responded and hurried away.
"Captain! So many soldiers have died, should we just go around here or wait for the army to come for revenge?"
Many subordinates are eager to take revenge by themselves.
"Oh no, of course we can't let them go like this, even temporarily."
A cunning and cruel look flashed in Amul's eyes.
"Take a small team to visit the surrounding villages and towns and collect some human civilians. We must test the new human weapons and collect as much intelligence as possible for the army."
The subordinate who just asked was overjoyed, "Lord Amul, no wonder you can become a captain of thousands!"
Just as he was about to turn around and leave to carry out the order, there was a sudden roar on the high slope.
Phew! call out! call out!
A group of black shadows came in an instant with a sharp scream, so fast that the orcs had no time to react.
Pfft!
The incoming object hit the ground in front of Amul, and suddenly it bounced up again!
"Ah!"
The subordinates who were about to leave screamed and fell to the ground, and one of their legs was unexpectedly broken.
"Oh, the spirit of the grassland! No, no!"
Looking at his subordinates howling and rolling around on the ground, Amul's hair stood on end.
He could clearly see that what was thrown by humans was a metal projectile that was much larger than the small metal block just now.
It was about the size of a fist. Compared with those smaller ones, a single one was more powerful. It bounced on the ground repeatedly, killing or injuring the orc soldiers along the way.
This was also the first time that the mounts of the orcs suffered such an attack. The frightened horses neighed in fear and ran away in all directions.
There was chaos on the battlefield.
"Continue to retreat! Stay away from here!"
Amul ordered loudly.
He now understood that when his team arrived, humans would be able to attack them. The reason why he did not attack them at first was to lure the orcs to rush up the slope to die!
Too despicable and shameless!
He and his men ran all the way away from Silver Moon Castle?
At the same time, I was thinking, how can human weapons reach such a distance?
Is that a trebuchet? Or a ballista?
No, neither trebuchets nor ballistae make that terrible thunderous sound, nor do they create thick smoke and fire.
Wait, thick smoke? Fire?
An idea flashed in Amul's mind. Aren't these all characteristics of legendary magic?