Emperor of Arcane

More than 800 barbarian soldiers fell, and the remaining satisfied old and weak stopped moving forward, looking ahead in horror.

The bridge covered with blood was densely covered with corpses of barbarian soldiers.

If you move forward, you will surely die!

However, reality does not let them stop.

Seeing that they had failed, Hallel ordered the second tribe to start advancing:

"Kill everyone who gets in the way!"

Although they couldn't bear it, it was Hallel's order, but they didn't dare to disobey it.

So, the barbarian soldiers behind raised their butcher knives and drove those in front forward.

Dozens of people fell, and the fear of death set in.

The threat of death forced the barbarians in front to move forward.

Looking at the scene in front of him indifferently, Beelzebub sneered flatly, clenched his fist heavily, and shouted calmly:

"shooting!"

The crossbow arrows, far denser than before, quickly fell on the barbarian soldiers holding their butcher knives high.

The barbarian women and children, who were already in despair, saw this scene with some surprise, and quickly strode forward and rushed forward.

At this moment, soldiers lined up in neat lines blocked directly in front of them, and the burly Beelzebub strode over.

He glanced at them coldly and said directly in an indifferent voice:

"If you want to survive, put down all your weapons. If one person attacks us, everyone will die!"

Hearing Beelzebub's familiar barbarian language, the old and weak who were on the verge of despair felt a little hope in their hearts.

They dropped their weapons as quickly as possible and ran over doubtfully.

The soldiers who were lined up did not attack them, so they let them breathe a long sigh of relief.

More than 100 cavalrymen rushed over and escorted more than 1,000 surrendered women and children to the rear.

After relaxing, Beelzebub rushed forward with an ax in hand, causing a bloody storm among the barbarian soldiers.

The battle lasted 30 minutes.

Beelzebub, covered in blood, ordered the soldiers to retreat.

Behind them were a group of equally desperate barbarian women and children.

The soldiers who replaced them to defend the castle were the 2nd team led by Leon and Elio.

Beelzebub did not leave either, silently hiding behind and resting.

Now it is the third small tribe that rushes onto the bridge.

But this time, Harrell chose a very cruel tactic.

"All adult males attack first. If the castle cannot be taken, the remaining women and children will be divided by the remaining tribes!"

Unspeakable frustration enveloped everyone in this barbarian tribe.

These barbarian soldiers roared and launched an attack, hitting Lyon head on.

In order to ensure the safety of the soldiers to the greatest extent, he did not let a group of barbarian soldiers come forward like Beelzebub did.

First there was a barrage of crossbow arrows.

Soldiers lined up in neat rows moved forward and blocked the bridge.

The shield soldiers held up, the pikemen blocked the enemy, and the crossbowmen kept firing.

The entire team is divided into three teams, and each team takes turns fighting for 10 minutes to ensure that everyone can "contact" the enemy.

Facing the steady Lyon, the barbarian soldiers of the third tribe felt unspeakable despair.

No one could break through the defense line, and they all fell to the bridge in frustration.

The attack of the third tribe also completely failed.

In a burst of crying, the women and children of the third tribe were really divided up by other tribes.

The rest of the tribe was first excited, then worried.

The strength of these three tribes can be said to be strong or weak, but they can't even pull off a small bridgehead, which is enough to show how difficult the opponent is.

A morning passed.

The bloody fight as imagined did not appear.

Some are just one-sided "massacres"!

Brown and Lynch, who were watching the battle, looked at each other in silence, looking at the battlefield littered with corpses, and deeply understood a truth:

"Never attack well-defended castles and strongholds head-on without siege machinery and methods of defeating the defenses."

At the same time, they also saw the arrogance of the Gulf Territory's battle expenditure.

As soon as the battle ended, the injured soldier drank a bottle of blood-activating potion.

If the battle lasts for more than 30 minutes, the soldier will drink a bottle of nutritional potion to replenish his physical strength.

The weapons and equipment that were slightly more damaged were obviously still capable of fighting and being used, so they were replaced as soon as possible.

A 10-silver-coin crossbow arrow consumed more than 8,000 arrows in one morning!

Under such circumstances, they would not dare to be enemies with Matthew even if they were killed!

In the afternoon, the fighting continued.

One after another, small and medium-sized tribes took the initiative to launch attacks under Hallel's order.

If the tribe's soldiers failed to attack, their wealth and population would be divided up.

Such a way of fighting one after another made the people in the Gulf Territory guarding the bridgehead unable to understand.

"Is this going to consume us to death?"

"Yes, it's just that we are not afraid of consumption at all!"

"Six teams took turns defending for an hour and only had to fight twice a day."

"Not only is there no danger, but it's also very rewarding, so don't get too comfortable!"

"The barbarians on the opposite side are too weird. Are they cooperating with our military training?"

"It always feels like these barbarian soldiers are being sent to death..."

"..."

Although they were very confused, as a defensive party, they could only passively accept the attack.

They simply took advantage of this good training opportunity to hone their soldiers' coordination, close combat capabilities, counterattacks and other tactics bit by bit.

With the "tacit" cooperation of Haller, quite good results were achieved.

More than 4,000 barbarian soldiers fell on the road of attack.

Until evening.

Only then did Haller stop this seemingly stupid tactic of refueling, and with the sound of the horn, he retreated his troops.

The bridgehead, which was almost stained red with blood, finally became quiet.

The soldiers cleaned up the corpses as quickly as possible and had to complete this task before the scarlet moon shone.

Fortunately, the several engineering golems that were transported showed amazing efficiency.

They piled up all the corpses and set them on fire in a large pit.

The blazing flames gradually devoured the twisted corpses, turning them into ashes bit by bit.

Under the illumination of the setting sun, the warring parties calmed down again.

"Papa, what are those barbarians doing? Are they deliberately coming here to die?"

Yaya couldn't understand their behavior at all, but the behavior of those barbarian soldiers seeking their own death shocked her quite a bit.

Even though he knew he was facing death ahead, he continued to attack!

Very weird!

Feeling the decisive and ruthless tactics of the commander on the other side of the river, Matthew touched her little head and pointed at the women and children who were teleported back to the territory:

"This is involuntary!"

"The other party is not monolithic. In order to enhance his own control, he deliberately weakens the power of others."

"They are obviously our own people, right?"

"You are the scariest person!"

Who doesn’t know how to stab someone in the back?