Stratholme God

   Chapter 132 Eliminating Fear (3 More)

   (Leader givemepower plus update 7/20)

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  The best way to get rid of your fear is to face it!

   Nothing trains a soldier better than an actual battle.

  A soldier who has never seen blood is always a rookie.

   Even if these recruits have seen the orc warriors tied up, they have also carried out righteous gang fights against some orc warrior captives. It feels like another matter if they really have to face the surging orc army.

   "Hold up! Hold up! Don't use one hand! Use both hands!" the squad leader shouted loudly. Let the muscular heavy infantry at the front end up against the death shield.

   After improvement, heavy infantry no longer need ordinary kite-shaped shields.

  Unless you are promoted to a professional, you can't bear the violent drug-addicting orcs just by relying on arm strength and kite-shaped shields.

   Today's heavy infantry use large tower shields, 75cm wide and 150cm high.

   Outside is maddened 1cm thick mithril. If it weren't for the many X-shaped structures made of wooden boards in the middle, it would look like a low metal door.

  Inside there is a strap for the left arm and an extra handle for both hands to support.

  There are also two movable brackets at the lower part of the shield, which can be opened up to 60 degrees as a support for the shield.

   Even with such a super large shield, facing the impact of the orcs, it still almost couldn't stand it.

  “Lok’Tar!”

   Accompanied by a roar, he rushed to the front orc, stunned with four or five crossbow arrows on his shoulders, slaughtered in blood.

   In the last three meters, the whole person jumped up and bowed in a C-shape in mid-air. All the muscles and muscles were fully stretched, and when the head fell, it was a jump!

  “Boom—”

   The loud noise exploded, and the heavy infantry felt like the ground was shaking!

   His ears were buzzing, his head was dizzy, and for a few seconds, he came back to his senses in horror.

  The large shield he was struggling to withstand had a huge dent in the upper part, and it was almost big enough to hold a human head.

The    was replaced with an ordinary iron shield, most of which had burst on the spot, and even the human soldiers who were behind the shield were also finished. At least two arms were broken, or the shattered kind.

  But the Mithril shield managed to hold on despite the signs of cracking.

The reason why the bloodthirsty orcs didn't make another blow was purely because the spearmen behind the heavy infantry summoned up their courage, and while the heavy infantry took the first blow, they stabbed the orcs' generous green chests with a sharp jab. Broken sack.

"Ha ha!"

   "I killed him!"

   "Help here—"

"what-"

  Despite the embarrassment, even though many people were injured in one round of impact, the golden light flashing above the wounded soldiers gave them infinite courage.

   That was the [Flash of Light] cast by the paladins and priests standing on the top of the city.

   As long as it is not a troublesome injury such as a broken bone, a common stab wound, a scratch, or even a severed neck, the Holy Light has a high chance of saving your life.

   More than 1,000 priests and paladins over-treated front-line soldiers throughout the process, which is outrageous.

   Don't forget, in the entire Eastern Kingdom, the place with the most priests is Stratholme!

   A certain Duke's godfather is the general manager of the Holy Light Church of the Seven Kingdoms, ahem, archbishop.

   The unfortunate ghost was injured continuously, and it couldn't be cured for a while. He was dragged out of the army line by his companions from the predetermined passage in the rear, and his own civilian husband carried him away on a stretcher.

   But the front line, after the initial panic among the recruits, held on.

On the wall of the    Urn City, Rivendell's originally raised hand was slowly lowered.

   "Take a break!"

   The crossbowmen who had originally aimed at the orcs retreated silently behind the arrow stacks.

  The orcs' offensive, wave after wave, they seemed to oppress the human formation, but no one noticed that the human beings actually formed a circular formation, and every time the front was damaged, they collectively moved clockwise. And in the process of moving, the wounded soldiers were continuously withdrawn.

   Every orc who rushes in front has to face a deadly large shield soldier, a light infantry with a sword, and four spearmen's spears at all times.

   The orcs roared and pushed forward, seemingly compressing the human formation, but not many human soldiers actually died.

The    fierce battle went on for almost an hour, and the orcs didn't even notice that the enemy in front of them had been replaced by the third legion.

   The so-called one-shot, and then decline, three and exhausted.

   The orc finally realized that he could not win the battle.

   They instinctively fled to the gate blocked by the Qianjin Gate.

   "Dong dong dong dong!" Under the strong desire to escape, the most burly orcs smashed the steel gate with the weapons in their hands.

   Then they were pulled apart, and the ogres behind them were unhappy, and these larger and terrifying humanoids were generally over three meters tall. An ogre wielded a large metal rod that was supposed to have been removed from a statue, the diameter of which was the thickness of an adult thigh.

   The seemingly hard steel door was actually punched through.

  These savage creatures ripped apart a large piece of steel like a piece of paper, tearing it into a large hole for the ogre to pass through.

  The most outrageous one was next to him, there were also several ogres who couldn't wait, carrying a big tree trunk that the two of them hugged, and went directly to the city wall.

   After three minutes of their unremitting efforts, the city wall was stunned.

  Thousands of orcs scrambled like this, running in a swarm, not minding the soft rain of arrows falling on their heads as they passed the bridge.

   A human crossbowman couldn't help it, so he wanted to shoot the orc deserter. He suddenly found that the crossbow he raised was pressed down.

   "What are you doing... I'm sorry, Your Excellency Brigadier General."

  The visitor was Rivendell.

   Not only the archer, but everyone else didn’t understand.

  Rivendell said loudly: "I know everyone is puzzled, why I don't let everyone shoot those **** greenskins to death."

   Everyone nodded in unison.

"Our lord, the Duke of Stratholme, said 'the biggest gap between us and the orcs lies in the infantry. Only when all legions have combat experience can we win this final battle against the orcs!'" Rivendell pointed. Beneath the city wall, there is a young face with a mixture of excitement and excitement: "Now, our second, third and fourth legions have combat experience!"

   The entire urn in front was filled with the corpses of orcs, but there were few corpses of human soldiers covered with white cloth on the ground behind.

  Everyone was immediately convinced.

   "Long live the Duke of Stratholme!"

   "Long Live Lordaeron—"

   "Long Live the Union—"

  The cheers echoed throughout the fortress.

   At the top of the rear fortress, MacDonald smiled: "Do you understand? My vassal."

  Serijek's eyes were full of light: "Your lord is brilliant."

   "The orcs can't be beaten, I want them to enjoy the 'fruits of victory' a little bit, and when we finish training, we will allow them to fall into the abyss of death!"

right!

   From start to finish, it was nothing but a training conspiracy by Mai.

The main structure of the    fortress was originally three layers inside and three layers outside. The layer that the orcs smashed through just now is a temporary city wall made of ice, and it will be smashed.

  The 4,000-jin gate... What kind of city gate do you want for a temporary city wall?

   (end of this chapter)