Lord Roar

Chapter 74 No suspense battle

The human warriors who used the carriage as a cover, after seeing the "casserole-sized fist" and the "fifty-yard-sized foot", gradually fought side by side in groups of several people, struggling rather than fighting.

The huge difference in body size and strength finally made these poor human warriors understand a truth, that is, how ridiculous the martial arts that they practice hard on weekdays are ridiculous under the fists of these brutal barbarians.

The distance is far, and no one has long hands, let alone long feet, so you can't touch them.

When the distance is close, people will slap you casually, ranging from broken bones to broken limbs.

Among human warriors, there are many excellent swordsmen with outstanding martial arts skills, but in a battle of this scale, individual bravery cannot become an important bargaining chip for the victory of both sides.

The tribal elite warriors who have been fighting since they were adults have never learned any fighting skills, let alone how to cooperate in large-scale wars.

What they rely on is their strong muscles and the fighting instinct cultivated on countless battlefields.

Since they grew up, they have fought against Beamon orcs, wild beasts in the wasteland, regular human troops, and legions of the Holy See.

Most of the time, they win the battle with fewer enemies and more, and their greatest reliance is their excellent individual combat effectiveness.

Human military scientists have analyzed the fighting methods of barbarians countless times.

In their words, the barbarians don't have any tactics at all, they just rush into the enemy army like a swarm, penetrate the enemy's position, and then continue to divide, intersect, and divide again.

After breaking up the enemy army, relying on excellent personal force, they defeated each one, constantly eating away at the opponent's vital strength, and finally won.

This fighting method with equally obvious advantages and disadvantages, except for the powerful race of Beamon, is only suitable for the wilderness barbarians whose individual bravery is not inferior to the Beamon orc race.

It's ridiculous to say that to defeat the barbarians who have no rules at all, it is simple and easy to say, but it is also difficult to say.

To put it simply, as long as you withstand the first wave of attacks and charges during the frontal resistance, and then grasp the initiative and rhythm of the battlefield, you can use the reserve team to reverse the encirclement and turn the battle to a final conclusion.

It's hard to say because unless human beings have a physique as strong as a Beamon orc or a barbarian, no matter how thick the armor and armor are, they are as ridiculous as children's toys.

Human beings are known to be able to confront the barbarians and Beamon beasts head-on, only the heavy knights in full body armor, but the heavy knights with obvious lack of mobility can barely compete, and there is no absolute overwhelming advantage.

Or the Templars of the Holy See's Hall of Valor, these inhuman monsters can beat several barbarians at once. The problem is that the Templars of the Hall of Valor are not mass-produced, and there are probably only dozens of them.

Those human military strategists secretly rejoiced more than once, if it wasn't for the fact that the barbarians didn't have enough smelting technology, if it wasn't for the lack of any metal minerals in the wilderness, if it wasn't for the barbarians' lack of organization and discipline in battle, if it wasn't for the fact that they didn't even bother to wear armor. Armor and weapons, if it weren't for their population of less than [-], human beings would have been beaten by barbarians and lost their way.

As for the human warriors of the business group in front of them, it’s not that they don’t understand how to resist barbarian warriors. After all, all human warriors in Pangea understand the weaknesses of barbarians, and they also know how to deal with this group of barbarians with simple hair and well-developed limbs. Just a charge.

But they couldn't do it at all. In the face of the brute force of the tribal fighters, the rough and rotten armor was like paper. Not to mention defense, even if they were kicked by others, they could fly several meters away.

There were a few young noblemen and mercenaries who wore excellent protective gear and armor, but none of them had any effect, and the light shock killed half of their lives.

In addition to the brute force of the tribal warriors, the opponent's big gray lion with four hooves like metal made them feel powerless in their hearts.

Do we still need to dispatch so many barbarian fighters to fight us?
That big gray lion with epilepsy and rampage back and forth is enough to make us drink a pot.

The human warriors all felt that these barbarians made a big deal out of a molehill, and they didn't bully people like that!

We are just the guards of a small business group, not a regular army, let alone an expeditionary force of the Holy See!

The giant gray lion "Iron Mountain" under the old Zack's crotch is usually too lazy. Today, I don't know why it went crazy. It's like a drunk old monk who broke into the nunnery, constantly rampaging, under the command of old Zack , The human warriors who rushed to gather together, countless unlucky ghosts were either knocked into the air or trampled into meatloaf.

Even if the metalized four giant hooves were scratched lightly, the lightest human without heavy armor was like a kite with a broken string, flying high with blood spitting out of the mouth. .

The "Iron Mountain" that tramples and tramples does not need to specifically attack any target, as long as there are many people, it will rush there.

Human swords are not sharp enough, bows and arrows are not sharp enough, but Tieshan is too rough and thick.

The sword that was cut on the metalized hoof of Iron Mountain was either broken by excessive force, or it had no effect except for a sound of gold and iron.

And the other barbarian warriors, relying on their huge advantages in physique, accompanied by the endless sound of fractures, punched a blood-spitting hapless ghost, and kicked a rolling gourd all over the ground.

The old Zack who jumped from the back of the iron mountain stepped on the blood rage battle ring and was in a mess. He raised a war horse and threw it at a group of archers, directly crushing the ribs of countless poor soldiers, causing There were bursts of wailing.

The hearts of many human warriors watching this scene were pounding, and many guard warriors at the end of the convoy threw away their weapons and turned around and ran away.

Old Zac looked at the fleeing humans and made a few gestures. After several tribe fighters noticed, he immediately took out a few packets of herbs that he carried with him and set them on fire.

Not long after, a strong smell of herbs came to the nostrils, and drifted in the direction of the deserters with the wind.

This is a way for the barbarians to communicate over long distances. There are many kinds of herbs, which also represent many meanings.

The herbs that the tribal warriors ignited just now represented the siege of deserters.

I believe that Dina the Great Babylon and the "Tribal Women's Army" ambushing behind the human business group will not let a single human go.

The warriors of the Bloodhoof tribe who have experienced countless battles have also encountered countless difficult opponents.

Whether it was a heavy knight wearing heavy armor and holding a three-meter long spear, or a Beamon border wolf cavalry who came and went like a wind and rode a war wolf, they had all fought against them.

Compared with those difficult enemies, if we simply describe the group of human business group guards in front of us, the only thing that appears in the minds of the unimaginative tribal fighters is the group of Saros lying on the ground waiting to be slaughtered in the camp.

Messy battle formations, weak bows and arrows, cowardly bodies, weapons that don't hurt or itch when cut on the body, and shields the size of palms, for barbarian warriors with natural semi-petrified skin and incomparable strength, it's not so much a battle as a barbarian warrior. It is more like a farce that is not funny.

Some simple and honest tribal warriors, after seeing some poor ghosts put down their weapons and surrendered on their knees, no longer had the heart to kill them all, but looked for human warriors who were still resisting.

Old Zach looked at the group of poor humans in front of him, and wondered who gave them the courage to dare to show their swords against the brave barbarian warriors so presumptuously.

He kicked a carriage overturned, and the horses pulling the cart were also dragged to the ground and wailed. Old Zach shouted to the tribal warriors: "Children, take away their weapons, and bind all those who surrender to me!" Come on, those who still resist, give me a hammer to death."

Old Zach did not give the order to kill them all. After all, he had discussed with Allen, and he only wanted money without killing his life.

In Allen's words, this is not a one-shot deal. If you scare people once, there are only two consequences. One is that they never come again, and the other is to bring a large force to revenge.

The battle was coming to an end. Except for the scattered merchant warriors who were still resisting, most of the escort warriors had dropped their weapons and knelt down and surrendered.

At this time, Allen also solved the opponent in front of him.

Noticing the annihilation of all the guards under his command, Cologne has lost all fighting spirit.

Allen, who had no scruples, no longer held back his hands. He swung the mace and slashed it, and he didn't bother to care about any moves.

Cologne's hands were numb from the opponent's tremendous strength. After several times, he was kicked by Hua Lengzi for more than two meters, and sat down on the ground.

This time, Allen didn't give the opponent a chance to get up. He kicked the big sword away with one foot, and lifted the opponent's visor with a clasp of both hands. There are stars in my eyes.

If it weren't for seeing that the other party was the leader, and there were still a lot of questions to ask, Allen would have smashed his head with a stick.

Kelong, who was slapped into a pig's head, also lost a front tooth. He squinted his eyes and watched the big sword flying more than ten meters away, and watched more and more guards of the merchant group kneel and surrender. Seeing that there was no way to recover, he silently Lying on the ground, raised his hands, expressing his abandonment of resistance.

Allen didn't continue to smoke, and looked at the human warrior who was still lying on the ground moaning, and the others knelt on the ground and stopped resisting.

"Bitch, if you don't beat you, you won't have a long memory." Allen rubbed his red palm and shouted: "Brothers, tie them all up for me, count the goods, and go back to the camp!"

(End of this chapter)