Warlord: King of All Clans

Faced with a larger number of gnoll troops, the Riverbend Infantry Regiment remained very calm.

On the fierce battlefield, enemies swarmed in, and the number of enemies could no longer affect the mentality of the veterans.

After all, no one has the time to count the number of opponents, and it is impossible to run away as soon as the opponent has more people.

Instead, he tried his best to cooperate with his comrades, maintain the shield formation, and create killings.

Only some of the new recruits in the back row would feel nervous, but they were mainly responsible for throwing javelins, assisting the shield formation, and acting as substitutes. They would not engage in hand-to-hand combat at the first opportunity.

Whether it is the ancient Roman infantry legion or the modern explosion-proof armed police force, they can fight one against five or one against ten, but it does not mean that all of them are invincible.

Instead, the soldiers have excellent equipment, firm fighting will, and stable formation.

In a safe battle, soldiers who cooperate with each other have no more things to deal with than a taxi driver.

As long as the teammates are not defeated, experienced veterans can fight with ease.

In a war using cold weapons, what matters is often not who has more weapons, but who can't withstand casualties first and is defeated early.

A thousand regular infantrymen could chop down ten times the number of serfs, causing them to scream and howl in terror, and flee all over the mountains and plains. More people were trampled to death by each other than those killed by the enemy.

The Reach Infantry and the Gnolls entered the line, and the result was exactly the same as when dealing with the Gnoll Hunting Party.

The infantrymen seemed to be working on an assembly line in a large slaughterhouse, except that the products under the knife would resist.

Only those boarmen warriors with enormous brute force can pose a serious threat to the infantry shield formation.

A stone hammer weighing dozens of pounds, once swung hard, could at least knock the infantryman's shield away, even if it failed to break the infantryman's shield, and create a gap in the shield formation.

The most dangerous time was when a boarman warrior used his shoulder to knock an infantryman away, and rushed into the shield formation with four or five strong wolf soldiers.

The boar warriors and gnoll brute forces were stronger than the River Reach infantry. They broke into the shield formation, charging and creating chaos.

Leo was well prepared. Ten elite veterans equipped with two-handed swords or two-handed battle axes and with outstanding combat skills rushed forward quickly, and cooperated with the sword and shield infantry to kill them one by one, thus blocking the gap in the shield formation.

Leo did not participate, but held the yew longbow, observing the battle situation, guarding against the shield formation from being dispersed, aiming and shooting, focusing on the boar warriors.

More than two months later, his archery skills had reached the minimum standard of a Basaka longbowman, only slightly weaker than those wild boys and girls who came to join the war.

These underage boys and girls from the wild tribes were not just randomly recruited tribesmen. They were all the best of the younger generation in the wild tribes.

Coming to join the battle is equivalent to taking the assessment of wild hunters in advance.

Although Leo had extraordinary brute strength in the past, he had not undergone years of longbow training. When he pulled the 200-pound yew longbow to its full extent, he could not hold it for more than three seconds before it began to shake slightly.

The arrow's error caused by this slight shake can exceed one foot at a distance of fifty meters, and may even miss the target at a distance of a hundred meters.

But now, his strength was increasing day by day, reaching an inhuman state. He could easily pull the 200-pound yew longbow and maintain it for ten seconds.

Even Bjorn and Magnar, the great hunters of the wild folk, feel ashamed of themselves for such strength.

Although their longbows also weigh two hundred pounds, they do not take a long time to aim when shooting. Instead, they use their rich experience and smooth feel to pull and release.

In front of the powerful wild hunter, you didn't even see him draw the bow before his long arrow hit the prey.

However, powerful force can only provide shooting stability, which is only one of the conditions for accurate archery.

Experience and feel still require long-term training.

Although Leo's archery skills are not as superb as those of the wild hunters, he can still shoot within a range of 30 meters, even if he doesn't always hit the target, at least he won't hit his teammates.

The battle between the Riverbend Infantry Regiment and the Jackals lasted only five minutes before the battle began to become one-sided.

The madness in the eyes of the gnolls, who had suffered heavy casualties, began to fade.

A surviving gnoll leader stood on the battlefield and looked around.

In front of them was an infantry shield array as solid as a city wall, and behind them were two-headed ogre warriors who were invincible and constantly creating panic.

The heavy arrows of the Basaka longbowmen and the crossbow bolts of the kobold guards and refugee crossbowmen were like locusts.

The five armies of humans, kobolds, ogres, boarmen, and gnolls were all mixed together.

With every breath, countless tribesmen fell down.

Most of the men who originally surrounded him had turned into piles of corpses.

The troops, which were extremely dense when they rushed into the valley, have now become sparse and are engaged in their own battles.

Many jackals were awakened by the huge casualties and began to retreat.

What completely crushed their fighting spirit was the attack from Fraser.

High up on one side of the valley, Fraser and his men nailed a huge Y-shaped support with thick wooden stakes.

It was tied with a rubber band made of a large bundle of cow tendons, and a leather bag was tied in the middle of the rubber band.

This is a two-meter-high slingshot!

Feisa stood aside, directing the two dog-headed guards who were pulling the rubber band, "Pull! Keep pulling!"

A line was drawn in front of them under their feet. It was the test from yesterday. Only after crossing that line could Fraser's explosion be projected to the center of the valley.

Two kobold guards with amazing brute strength were pulling the rubber band, while several other kobold guards were trying to hold on to the bracket to prevent it from being pulled down.

He pulled until foam came out of his mouth and his body was shaking, but he finally pulled the rubber band across the line.

Fraser placed a barrel of explosives on it, inserted a fuse into the small round hole, and then lit it.

Her fuse was made of several thin cotton threads coated with special gunpowder powder. This was the idea provided by Leo, but he did not have the extra time and energy to study it.

Of course, Fraser would not miss such a good thing. After a period of research, the fuse she made is now able to burn stably.

This is her magic weapon to control "Baobao", and she must not let anyone know about it.

"put!"

The kobold guards, who had already been exhausted, quickly let go and fell to the ground, panting with their tongues hanging out.

Under the huge elastic force, a gunpowder barrel as big as a human head suddenly flew into the sky, drew an arc, and fell into the valley a hundred meters away.

Before it hit the ground, the gunpowder barrel exploded in mid-air, turning into a cloud of shotgun shells.

All the jackals within ten meters were blown away by the huge shock wave and torn to pieces by the splashing iron bullets.

The gnolls within twenty meters were attacked by the huge sound waves. They covered their ears and whimpered in pain. A few unlucky gnolls were shot and fell to the ground.

Several two-headed ogres scattered nearby were also attacked by iron bullets. Several hot iron bullets hit their stomachs and backs, sinking deeply into the flesh, causing them to howl in pain.

One iron bullet even flew a full fifty meters and landed on the infantry's round shield, creating a dent on the surface of the shield.

Everyone, friend or foe, was shocked by the shocking explosion and the tragedy it caused, and stopped their attacks briefly.

When Fraser saw the result of the attack from the top of the mountain, she shouted excitedly, "Yeah! The launch was successful!"

This time, the throwing of the explosive barrel deviated from the expected position by only fifty meters!