"Stop them from escaping!"
Amul waved his sword and roared an order!
The orc soldiers around him immediately took up their bows and fired arrows, killing the fleeing human civilians!
There were screams on the battlefield, and countless people fell to the ground, including orcs and civilians.
Joyce frowned.
"I need you to stay here for the time being!"
The Knight of Renteria was extremely surprised, "What do you mean? You want to go out to fight?"
"Yes!"
"I advise you to be cautious."
"Thank you!"
Joyce gave the order anyway, and the soldiers of the third battalion arrayed themselves over the breastworks.
Amul laughed loudly. These stupid humans lost the protection of the fortress and saw how they could fight against their own grassland warriors.
“Warriors, gather together, our moment of glory has arrived!”
“Roar! Roar!”
One after another howls sounded around me, and the beast-eared warriors stared. With round eyes, bursting with raging anger, he vowed to avenge yesterday's shame.
They no longer paid attention to the fleeing human civilians and began to gather in preparation for close combat.
A regular drum beat sounded on the Austrian army's position, and the soldiers marched on the drum beat.
“So neat!”
Amul exclaimed, do human commanders have obsessive-compulsive disorder? It must have taken a lot of effort to train.
He fought in Sunset Valley, and even the royal army from Jingyao could not march so neatly.
"Warriors, move forward!"
The orcs also took action under his order.
Boom! boom!
To Amul’s surprise, the strange weapon located on Silver Moon Castle made a loud noise again!
Whoosh!
Without time to dodge, several black shadows jumped into the orc team one after another, bouncing again and again, causing casualties again.
The team was immediately thrown into chaos. Because of yesterday's lesson, the soldiers dispersed almost subconsciously.
"These madmen, aren't they afraid of hitting their own people?"
Amul was shocked and angry. If he commanded a ballista, he would definitely not fire when the two sides were close. God knows. Who will it hit?
He gave a signal and ordered the troops to regroup.
But as long as more soldiers were gathered somewhere, deadly iron bullets would immediately roar in, forcing them to disperse again.
To Amul's surprise, the human weapons fired many times, but none of them hit one of his own people.
How accurate it can be!
The Arda artillery was divided into three groups and fired alternately to ensure that a relatively coherent firepower could be maintained.
Because they usually maintain a small scale, they have ample ammunition to practice their skills. The artillerymen accompanying the army on this expedition are all highly skilled veterans.
What's more, before the arrival of the orc army, the artillery conducted detailed survey and experimental shooting of the area in front of Silver Moon Fortress. At what distance and how much elevation angle should be used and how much charge should be used, almost all are ready-made data.
The battlefield showed such a scene: the Austrian army was tightly organized, while the orcs were chaotic and scattered. The two sides approached each other in completely different forms.
As a general, Amul had almost anticipated the consequences of continuing.
When the two sides are really in close combat, human weapons should stop firing in order to avoid accidental damage.
But so what, the scattered orc soldiers rushing up are bound to face densely packed spears (bayonets).
The prairie warriors are tall, strong, and skilled in martial arts, but they only have two hands. When weapons several times their size are thrust at them from different directions at the same time, they are unable to resist.
But Amul still wanted to take a gamble.
Private Jose West knelt on one knee, his palms sweating nervously.
He has his sights set on an Orc soldier, and as soon as he hears the order...
"Fire!"
Snap! He pulled the trigger instinctively, without even thinking.
The vicious guy fell to the ground 60 feet away from him and never got up again. He breathed a sigh of relief, his body memory prompting him to reload immediately.
The sound of shooting from the second row of soldiers came from overhead, and several orcs who rushed up were knocked down again.
When Battalion Commander Joyce ordered to go out to fight, Jose's heart was in his throat, half nervous and half afraid.
After all, he had only been in the army for more than a year and had never experienced a real battle.
But an order is an order, and He Sai followed the team step by step towards the orcs.
The artillery brothers behind them are powerful enough, and the continuous firepower prevents those hairy bastards from gathering together.
It’s the whooshing sound of cannonballs flying overhead that is terrifying. Every time He Sai hears it, he shrinks his neck uncontrollably.
Fortunately, he has gone through training and his legs are not so weak that he can't walk.
The veterans around him didn't care.
In the Arda army, infantry and artillery coordination is a very important training subject.
Lord Greyman requires that artillery shells be accompanied by infantry attacks so that the enemy cannot approach in a tight formation.
Of course, the premise is that you can't hit your own people.
José shot again and again mechanically. Unfortunately, he ran into trouble and the gun misfired.
Damn it, there's a son of a bitch coming up from the front!
Poof!
While he was in a daze, the comrade next to him stabbed the orc in the neck with a bayonet.
Probably because of the injury to the aorta, the smelly blood sprayed all over Jose's face.
Ugh!
He spat it out.
Amul's eyes almost burst out with anger. He lost the bet.
He hated Silver Moon Castle and this damn slope, but what he hated most was the strange human army in front of him.
Many warriors rushed close enough in front of them and were killed.
Because we can't cover each other.
When the troops were at hand-to-hand contact in the front, the weapons behind the breastworks did not stop firing, but continued to threaten the troops behind.
Forcing the orcs to almost resort to fuel tactics.
What annoyed him even more was that the bravery of the soldiers did not work. The human soldiers used that kind of firearm to knock them down one by one, just like shooting ducks in the lake.
Those who rush towards them sporadically will also be overwhelmed by the jungle of bayonets.
The only gratification is that some soldiers temporarily switched to shooting with bows and arrows, causing some casualties to the opponent.
"Retreat!"
He had to make a painful decision.
The orcs retreated, this time they really retreated.
Because the opponent was riding a horse, Joyce did not pursue him.
He led the soldiers back to Silver Moon Castle and was greeted by bursts of cheers from them.
The Knight of Renteria looked at him with growing admiration.
And his artillery commander Bastian looked happy.
He asked doubtfully: "What's wrong?"
"The gun barrel has become hot to the touch. If the battle continues, we have to suspend our support for you first."
>"Uh..."
Joyce choked for words and even turned a little red.
He actually forgot this when he was commanding the battle.
Real battles are different from daily drills. People forget many things when they are nervous and excited.
Bless the Lord of Light, the hairy bastards retreated first.
Although he was sure that even if the artillery was forced to stop supporting, the soldiers could repel the orcs with muskets and bayonets alone - the two sides were of the same magnitude, and although the orcs were more numerous than them, it did not constitute a crushing attack. .
But allowing the other side to attack in formation will undoubtedly increase many casualties.
You must take this into consideration in the future.