Suhlen's territory spanned twenty kilometers. In order to give early warnings, he had set up a few beacon towers around his territory and arranged for people to watch over them. Every day, the soldiers would pass by the beacon towers when they patrolled, and they would light up the beacon as soon as they discovered any enemy.
"There's a situation!" There was nothing in the open wilderness. Standing on the beacon tower, they could clearly see the three beacons in the distance.
"That direction should be the caravan calling for help!"
"Light the beacon!"
Soon, the beacon tower lit up, and the patrolling barbarian guards gathered at the beacon tower. Suhlen, who was patrolling the territory, also hurried over. Soon, Suhlen met the patrolling barbarian warriors at the beacon tower.
"Boss, the caravan must be in danger and lit up the beacon to ask for help," Johnson, who had arrived earlier, said.
"Bring some people to rescue them," Suhlen looked at the distant beacon and ordered, "Be careful on the way, don't get ambushed."
"Don't worry, boss." Johnson grinned and led twenty barbarian warriors to help.
The weakest of these barbarian warriors was a Barbarian Warrior, and the strongest was a Barbarian Greataxe Berserker. With Johnson, although there were only twenty of them, it was more than enough to deal with an army of a thousand.
Although the native tribes in the wilderness had many people, they were far inferior to the human army in terms of probability and equipment. They would be easily defeated in a few charges.
Unless they encountered the ogre tribe from last time. However, after Suhlen wiped out the warhammer ogre tribe and piled up their heads, no ogre came here anymore.
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The caravan had more than twenty four-wheeled carriages. These carriages formed a large circle, and the carriages were connected by ropes or chains. The carriages were also equipped with large amounts of wooden planks. It seemed that the defense was good. Behind the circle of carriages, the refugees held spears, and the caravan guards and mercenaries were next to them.
With a roar, hundreds of Gnolls began to attack, followed by a large number of Gnomes and Kobolds. The monsters rushed to the front of the carts in a mess, and a rain of arrows shot out from the carts. A dozen of these monsters without armor were killed, but compared to the army of monsters, they were insignificant.
The mercenaries relied on the carts to resist. These mercenaries cooperated well with each other. Kobolds and goblins were stabbed to death in front of the carts, and arrows were shot out from the carts. Soon, the carts were filled with monster corpses.
However, in the face of such casualties, these monsters did not retreat at all. The tall Gnolls also rushed forward. These Gnolls looked tattered, but each of them had a decent metal weapon. Although those weapons were obviously crudely made, they still had good lethality.
The rough mace hit the shield, and the shield creaked. There were many cracks on it, and it was obvious that the shield wouldn't be able to last much longer. The human mercenary holding the spear held his breath. The moment the Gnoll attacked again, the spear shot out like a dragon and instantly pierced the Gnoll's heart.
However, even though he had killed one Gnoll, there were more Gnolls surrounding him. Under the heavy blows of the spiked club, wood chips flew everywhere, and finally, with a bang, it was smashed into pieces.
The archers in the back continuously shot their bows, and their arms were sore and weak. They could no longer shoot. Without the support of the archers, the carts were in even more danger. A refugee's spear pierced through a Gnoll's chest, and then his head was smashed by a mace. Before his corpse could fall, it was torn to pieces by the Gnolls.
The Gnolls gulped down the human flesh. Scarlet blood flowed out from the gaps between their sharp teeth, making them look even more ferocious and terrifying. Some of the more cowardly humans were so scared that their bodies trembled. They couldn't even hold their weapons properly, and the carts were about to collapse.
At that moment, a dozen or so strong figures suddenly rushed out from the carts. These people wore armor and held sharp swords. As soon as they appeared, they rushed towards the Gnolls. The swords in their hands were aimed at the Gnolls' vital points. The swords quickly slit the throats and hearts, and the figures left without stopping.
The sudden attack caught the Gnolls off guard. In just a few breaths, a dozen or so Gnolls fell to the ground, clutching their throats and hearts. After attacking for a while, these people did not linger and retreated to the carts. The shield-wielders and spear-wielders moved forward again, using the carts to keep the monsters outside.
After resting for a while in the rear of the carts, the archers began to shoot again. However, compared to the previous rain of arrows, there were only a few arrows, and their strength was far inferior. Several Jackalans were hit by the arrows, but they still did not retreat. Furthermore, the arrows soon stopped once again.
More and more Gnolls rushed up. Their eyes were bloodshot, and they attacked with all their might. They did not even try to dodge the attacks, and they fought without any regard for their lives. This kind of ferocious fighting style made it difficult for the humans to breathe.
Seeing that the carts were once again in danger, the Guard Captain led a dozen or so warriors to charge out of the carts. Their attacks were still as fierce as before, but this time, the Gnolls were prepared. Even though the results were quite good, some of the warriors who could not dodge in time were hit by the spiked clubs.
Their chests caved in, and they coughed up blood. Some of the blood was even mixed with pieces of their organs. It seemed that they would not survive. Even though they had paid a price, the carts once again stabilized. The spear-wielders and shield-wielders worked even better together. The shield-wielders blocked the Gnolls' attacks, and the spear-wielders took the opportunity to stab at the Gnolls' vital points.
In the face of the endless Gnolls, the casualties of the humans were increasing. Many of the sword-and-shield soldiers were continuously attacked. Their shields were broken, and their bones and tendons were broken. Some of the Gnolls threw away their weapons and jumped over the carriages, trying to bite the enemy.
However, most of them were stabbed in the chest by the warriors in the carts, and their heads were cut off. Under the Gnolls' reckless attacks, the humans were completely suppressed. Even if the Guard Captain led the warriors to charge again, the effect was very limited.
Even though they killed some Gnolls, a few more warriors were killed by the Gnolls without caring about the casualties. The boards on the carts were all shattered, and the chains used to connect the carts were violently cut off. The wooden stakes used to fix the carts were all broken.
Seeing that there was hope for victory, the Gnolls' morale became higher and higher, while the humans in the carts looked desperate.
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