Under the investigation of the scouts, the enemies of the expedition army, a large group of Goblins and Green Dwarfs, were gradually approaching. Under the warm winter sun, a green sea full of black spots and malice had already drowned the hills near the military depot. The stench was overwhelming, and ugly totems and war flags were flying up and down in the bone-chilling wind.
After receiving news that a Dwarf and a Human army was marching towards this place, the goblin warlord, Jitte Sourbelly, immediately began to plan how to teach his bearded enemy a lesson, so that Brother Hell would know how powerful he was. The vicinity of the Armory Fortress was a natural ambush spot. The goblin warlord arranged his army in a crescent formation, and with the help of the Dwarven ranger, he successfully made the enemy think that there would not be too many Green Dwarfs stationed here.
These dwarfs probably thought that they would defend the Armory Fortress, right? The goblin warlord, Jitte Sourbelly, thought with a sinister smile. He danced with joy, imagining himself victorious and stepping on the heads of the Dwarfs.
This reminded him of the legendary Green Dwarfs warlord, the Big-Bellied King Gru. Every goblin wanted to be like the Big-Bellied King Gru, a true legend. The goblin warlord of the Broken Axe clan was one of the rare goblins who could fight against the Oker Orcs. Nothing could shake their twisted respect for the largest and strongest goblin warlord, Gru.
The legend of Gru's bravery was still circulating in every goblin encampment. If a shaman used magic to project an illusion of Gru, even the noisiest and most disrespectful goblins would become respectful and reverent. When the illusion of Gru vaguely appeared, the goblins would consciously stand at attention and shut their mouths that were full of nonsense. They even endured their bad habit of picking their noses. And there was a reason for this unusual show of respect. To the lowly goblins, Gru was a god that had descended from the heavens. It was the incarnation of something huge, ferocious, worshiped and worshipped that they would never be able to touch in their lives.
And Gru was worthy of such praise. The greatest goblin warlord, in order to show his strength, swallowed troll meat and everything in its path. Normally, a small goblin would explode from the growth and regeneration of troll meat, but Gru withstood it and became even stronger. The goblin warlord had ravaged the Roof of the World, the Wretched Lands, the Black Mountains, Mildenheim, and in the Misty Mountains of the Drakwald Forest, he declared himself the Big-Bellied King and built a green warship to invade Ossouin. Then, he was pinned to death by the Goblin army on the beach.
I will be as great as Gru, as great as him! The goblin warlord, Gru, thought.
"We're surrounded, King Belegar!" At this time, Reppar was a little flustered, but he still maintained a calm face. The mercenary leader knew that being surrounded by the Green Dwarfs in an environment like the Wretched Lands would be a difficult situation. Even the dwarves could not withstand being surrounded for a long time. "What should we do?"
"Calm down, Mr. Littlebird." Belegar was very calm. The King of Eight Peak Mountain held his Hammer of Angran and Shield of Resistance. He looked at Reppar as if he was looking at a retard. "If we march like this, it would be strange if we're not surrounded."
"Uh, then what should we do?" Reppar was a little uncertain. It seemed that they had the advantage in terms of military strength. They had about ten thousand soldiers, and the Green Dwarfs had about ten thousand as well. But who knew if the Green Dwarfs had other plans and armies?
"What should we do? Of course, we have to face the enemy directly! The dwarves will never cower and retreat! " Belegar immediately signaled the army to listen to his orders. "Prepare for battle, dwarves and human brothers. It's time for battle."
Both the humans and dwarves responded loudly to Belegar's call. They formed a formation under Belegar's command. The Leonardo Leopard Regiment from Lucini was placed at the front of the formation, and the two flanks were formed by the dwarven army. The dwarven crossbowmen and the dwarven thunder gunners were ready to teach the enemy a lesson.
The most elite Angran Guards and the Steel Brotherhood were personally commanded by Belegar. At the same time, the Sea Soul Guards from Kislöw were also directly led by Belegar. Reppar's Freedom Pistol Cavalry and General Ivan's Mounted Archers were separated behind the two flanks. These light cavalries ensured that the fast-moving Wolf Riders and chariots would not sweep past the end of the dwarves' formation and launch an attack from the back. The Scorching Sun Knights led by Juan Carlos Sungazer were the mobile force, ready to support all sides of the battlefield at any time.
After the preparations were made, the entire battlefield fell into silence. The human soldiers knew how to deal with the Green Dwarfs because of the previous series of victories, and they also had confidence. However, in the face of such a huge attack by the Green Dwarfs, they were still a little cautious and fearful. The soldiers loudly shouted the names of the gods they believed in and various slogans.
Unlike the humans, the dwarves looked at the Green Dwarfs in the distance, and a strange feeling was awakened.
The destruction of the country, the blood of the ancestors, the departure of the homeland, and the survival of the weak.
"A distant place, a mountain range that haunts my dreams ~"
"We stand on the peak of the mountain …"
"Can the glory of the past be reappeared …"
"The glory of the ancestors leads the way home."
Gradually, a sad elegy sounded in the army, and the neat military formation rose and fell slightly. The song was like a thin wave that affected the dwarves, gathering the strength in the deepest part of their hearts. Belegar nodded slowly, clenched his iron hammer, and walked up to his Oath Stone.
The time for the battle had come!
A large group of goblins and a small number of orcs immediately discovered their enemies. The appearance of the bearded man and the human shrimps made the goblins scratch their ears and cheeks. They scratched their noses and scratched their bodies with all their might. One after another, they used the weapons in their hands to hit their shields. Their violent roars pierced through the air, and the clamor drowned out the low singing of the dwarves. Then, the brass horns and chaotic drumbeats signaled the start of the attack. The orcs charged forward, waving their weapons and shields in the air.
That's right, the war had begun!
The first thing that started the battle was the roar of the dwarven cannons. The Dwarven cannons of the Angrand clan spat out angry flames at the Green Dwarfs. The cannons landed in the waves of the Green Dwarfs, and the cannons blew up five to six goblins and a Green Dwarf kid. The cannons easily tore apart the Green Dwarfs' strong muscles and strong bones, and blew up a piece of soil and meadow on the desert plains.
The human soldiers cheered loudly, and the dwarves gave all their praise to Grimnir, the Dwarf God of War.
The other dwarven cannons did not stay idle either. Dozens of dwarven cannons and a few dwarven accordion cannons fired one after another. The cannons whistled through the air and landed in the waves of the Green Dwarfs. Every explosion and bombardment meant that many Green Dwarfs were blown into pieces and meat paste. However, the goblins and Green Dwarfs obviously would not retreat because of this small number of casualties. They waved their weapons wildly and continued to charge forward.
"Open fire!" The dwarven thunder gunners and crossbowmen also released their firepower to their heart's content. The sound of the crossbows' triggers and the muskets' explosions were densely packed. The first three rows of Green Dwarfs were continuously killed, followed by the fourth and fifth rows. Groups of Green Dwarfs were continuously killed, and the Green Dwarfs at the back stepped on their corpses and continued to charge forward. As long as their vital points were not hit, the Green Dwarfs would ignore any injuries.
At the same time, the Goblin Archers and Archers among the Green Dwarfs started to retaliate. Due to the sturdy armor of the Dwarfs, they targeted the frontmost Human army, Leonardo's Leopard Regiment.
But this time, they miscalculated.
"Tortoise Shield Formation!" Leonardo was a mercenary warlord with a golden crown on his head and a golden breastplate. He immediately ordered the mercenaries to change their formation. The Leopard Regiment soldiers responded loudly and quickly formed the tortoise shield formation. The well-trained Lucini soldiers blocked the front and the top with their shields. The rain of arrows from the Green Dwarfs could not harm these experienced soldiers at all. Other than the sound of raindrops hitting the shields, the Leopard Regiment soldiers coldly prepared to welcome the strong enemy.
The dwarven engineers of the Angran clan quickly noticed the formation of the goblin archers and Green Dwarfs. With the control of the dwarven cannons, the goblin archers were directly blasted into the sky. The rest were defeated in fear, and only the Green Dwarfs were still holding on.
Now, the Green Dwarfs' waves were approaching.
"Tri-Line Formation!" Leonardo shouted almost immediately. The Leopard Regiment quickly changed their formation and formed their most famous tri-line formation.
Following the glorious tradition of the Lucini Duchy, the Leopard Regiment soldiers were divided into young soldiers, adult soldiers, and reserve veterans. They were arranged in the first row, the second row, and the third row respectively. However, even though they were young soldiers, the Leopard Regiment soldiers still had a lot of battle experience. Facing the charging Goblins and the Oker Orc boy, Leonardo shouted, "Look at the eagle flag, for glory and wealth!"
"Ah ah ah ah ah!" The first row of youths threw out their heavy javelins. Following his movements, the entire Leopard Regiment's first two rows also threw out a rain of javelins. The sharp javelins pierced through the bodies of the green-skinned youths and goblins. Many goblins were pierced through. The huge casualties caused many of the goblins to become timid. They hesitated to move forward. Only the green-skinned youths fearlessly continued to charge forward. Their stinking fangs and ferocious green faces screamed and roared as they crashed into the Leopard Regiment's three-line formation.
The battle began. The spears of the humans and the battle axes of the Dwarfs mercilessly chopped and cut the flesh and bones of the Green Dwarfs mercilessly. The Green Dwarfs' meat cleavers and clubs also pried open the joints of the plate armor and armor. The Green Tide approached the army led by Belega from three directions, but the Dwarfs' defense was as firm as a rock. On the dense front line, there were only the cold and resolute faces of the Dwarfs.
Belega stood on the Oath Runestone. The Dwarfs and even the human soldiers around him kept shouting the names of Belega and Eight Peak Mountain. Their sturdy front line was slightly shaken at first, but soon, the Dwarfs and the Human soldiers held their hammers and were wearing Vibranium Plate Armor. All the Goblins and Green Dwarfs near Belega were smashed into pieces. The simple spears and machetes of the Goblins and Green Dwarfs could not break the defense of the Vibranium Plate Armor, so they could only be harvested.
"Hold on! Soldiers, hold on! " Every time Belega swung Angrund's Hammer, a green-skinned brat or even more goblins would be smashed into pieces. The King of Eight Peaks Mountain's white beard was inlaid with golden runes, and it danced on the battlefield like a beautiful scenery, blooming in the midst of a flower of blood.
"Die!" The Rune Craftsman Stroud, the Honest, deployed his Doomsday Anvil on the battlefield. He took out his Forging Hammer and smashed the surface of the Doomsday Anvil. A few thunderbolts immediately shot out from the surface of the Doomsday Anvil, blasting a group of Goblins into pieces.
Just like that, the Green Tide continued to hit the sturdy reefs, but it could not shake the Dwarfs' sturdy front line.
The battle went on for 20 minutes. The Goblins began to feel timid and afraid. Only the Green Dwarfs were still fighting with all their might. Belega could feel the ground shaking. When he smashed the skull of a Green Dwarf, the King of Eight Peak Mountain raised his head. He knew that it was the sound of galloping cavalry.
It was the Goblin Wolf Riders! Hundreds of Goblin Wolf Riders wanted to attack the Dwarfs' rear and the Dwarfs' artillery base using the same tactic they always used to deal with the Dwarfs. At the same time, there were also many Goblin Chariots and a small number of Green Warboars charging at them!
A cruel smile appeared on Belega's face. The Green Dwarfs had miscalculated.
My army is no longer what it used to be.
Blackheart Reppu and General Ivan immediately led the pistol-wielding cavalry and mounted archers. They rushed out and faced the goblin wolf riders and chariots head-on. The pistol-wielding cavalry's volley of muskets and Ugur's mounted archers' volley of arrows shot down the goblin wolf riders. The remaining ones screamed and fled. The small number of green-skinned war boars could not affect the battle at all. They tried to charge at Blackheart Reppu's pistol-wielding cavalry, but the cunning mercenary leader knew how to hit and run. He took advantage of the war boars' weakness in turning and quickly divided the pistol-wielding cavalry into two groups, allowing the war boars to pass through the middle. After that, a volley of volleys shot down a small number of war boars. Even if the remaining few managed to get close to the cannons, they were killed by the cannoneers who were already prepared for it.
The Sea Spirit Guards were also thrown into the battle. The tall Kislöw crushed the short Goblins with his strong physique and even fought the Green Dwarfs head-on. The Dwarfs' artillery fired one after another, causing the Green Dwarfs to suffer heavy losses. The Goblins began to throw away their armor and were defeated. The Green Dwarfs were also struggling to hold on.
The Goblin Warlord Jitte Sourbelly who was watching the battle from afar was riding on a huge Warg. He said in exasperation, "D * mn it, d * mn it, where are the Giants and Trolls? Where are the Giants and Trolls that I had arranged for? Weren't they supposed to come out from the back and the right, smashing these bearded enemies and human shrimps into pieces with their clubs? And where are the Night Goblins? Where are the guys who were waving the big metal balls? Where did they go? Without them, how can we break the Bearded Enemies' defense line? Traitors! Traitors, they ate my food and ran away! "
"Oh no, oh no, boss!" At this time, a Goblin Wolf Rider riding on a Warg rushed over from afar. He screamed and shouted, "Oh no! Boss, the Giants and Trolls, as well as the Night Goblin Tribe, were attacked by groups of Canned Shrimps. It's all over, it's all over! "
"What?" The Goblin Warlord shouted in disbelief, "It's all over?"
"Yes, boss, those Canned Shrimps rushed over and attacked the Giants and Trolls, as well as the Night Goblin Tribe who were lying in ambush from behind! Dozens of Giants and Trolls, as well as those guys who can spin, it's all over! "The Goblin Wolf Rider screamed," And those Canned Shrimps are already … already … "
"Already what?" Jitte Sourbelly grabbed the Wolf Rider's neck and shouted, "Speak!"
"They are already heading towards the Armory Castle!"
"What????"
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