Warlord: King of All Clans

Last night, the noise from the boarmen's lair could be heard even in the valley. The fire burned all night and almost ignited the surrounding forests.

As a large group of black-haired dog-headed men entered the valley and surrendered to Fesa, Leo knew that a great war was about to begin.

So he ordered the troops to be prepared, take turns to rest, and at the same time strengthen their vigilance.

Sure enough, on the morning of the next day, a large group of gnolls headed straight for the valley.

The first thing that greeted the gnolls was a rain of arrows sent by the hospitable Basaka longbowmen.

The arrows rained down densely like a torrential rain, piercing through the bodies of countless jackals in an instant, and they fell down in large numbers like harvested wheat.

The longbows and heavy arrows of the Basaka longbowmen are a terrible nightmare for any army without iron armor and large shields for protection.

If the human lord's army encountered this level of arrow rain, it would have been defeated and fled long ago.

But the gnolls were much more brutal and didn't care about the death or injury of their companions.

Under the command of the captain, a group of jackals dispersed and rushed towards the forests on both sides.

The main force of the gnolls was still staring at the most obvious target - the River Bend Infantry Regiment, who were shouting and taunting as they struck their shields with heavy javelins.

Leo stood behind the infantry regiment, watching the Jackals scatter, unmoved.

The Basaka longbowmen were distributed in the mountains and forests, taking advantage of their range to shoot from high above.

And Fesha's dog-headed guards were guarding the foot of their mountain, responsible for intercepting the stragglers who attacked the wild people.

Even if the interception fails and the Gnoll Guards flee, it will not affect the morale of the troops. After all, no one expects these dogs to fight a tough battle.

As long as they stand in front and attract the attention of the gnolls, the Basaka longbowmen can easily shoot and kill approaching enemies.

There were more than a hundred gnolls who broke away from the main force, braved the rain of deadly arrows and entered the forest, mixing with the kobold guards.

The kobold guards demonstrated the principle of bullying the weak and fearing the strong to the fullest.

When they encounter a lone gnoll hunter, they will rush forward and shoot it into a hedgehog with heavy javelins or crossbow arrows. When they encounter a group of more than ten gnolls, they will turn around and flee, playing hide-and-seek with them in the mountains and forests.

The Basaka longbowmen hiding in the woods or on the trees attacked and killed the gnolls who were blindly chasing the kobolds one by one.

In the valley, a large group of gnolls stepped into the traps dug by the gnolls and refugees.

These trench traps, which were several meters wide, were not dug deep because of time constraints, only two or three meters. They could not really hold back the agile jackals, but they could at least slow down their charge slightly.

Some agile gnolls jumped over the traps, but many gnolls were pushed into the trenches because of the crowding of their companions, and became stepping stones for their companions behind.

They tried to climb up, but were trampled down by their companions' big feet.

Vicchi commanded the refugee crossbowmen to line up on the flank of the infantry regiment and conduct mechanical three-stage shooting.

He did not ask for the accuracy of the refugee crossbowmen's crossbows, but only required them to operate their weapons strictly in accordance with the training procedures and provide stable fire suppression on the battlefield.

Under Ulyaan's influence, he has become a qualified commander. He knows very well that these refugees who have never been to the battlefield should not be given too much time to think and to exercise their autonomy.

Although the refugees showed high morale and were willing to demonstrate their bravery.

But this kind of morale is too false. Once casualties occur, their thinking ability and autonomy are focused on how to save their lives.

The best performance is to be able to output steadily from the rear without panicking, getting confused or running away.

The three-stage shooting of one hundred crossbowmen also caused considerable casualties to the werewolves.

Because some gnolls rushed into the forest and tied up half of the Basaka longbowmen, the rain of arrows from the forest became obviously much sparser.

The number of Jackals that finally rushed to the front of the Infantry Regiment was greater than Leo had expected.

But Leo had a backup plan. When he saw the jackals rushing to within 50 meters, he gave an order: "Disperse!"

The Riverbend Infantry Regiment suddenly dispersed, revealing the Ogre tribe sitting in the rear.

These huge ogres are no shorter than human infantry even when sitting on the ground.

Leo yelled, "Now! Ogre! Charge!"

Fifteen ogres stood up, but when they saw hundreds of jackals and wild boars rushing towards them, they were about to sit down again.

They are just stupid, not fearless.

Leo was so angry that he had to use his quick wits: "Gnoll! It's delicious! Go eat it!"

Kroger muttered, "It doesn't look tasty at all!"

Leo continued to tempt: "Try it! Try it! If it doesn't taste good, I'll give you another wild buffalo!"

Kroger's eyes lit up, and he raised his club and shouted, "Orgei! Eat all the gnolls!"

His other head shouted, "Bison too!"

As he said this, he led his people and rushed through the scattered infantry regiment, colliding with hundreds of gnolls.

Leo wiped his sweat. Next time, he should put these unreliable ogres in the front row and let them charge directly.

This also taught him a lesson: try not to play micro-management on the battlefield.

It's easy to get yourself involved and lose the war.

During the few seconds they were talking, the scattered infantrymen had already thrown a round of heavy javelins, pinning the boarmen and gnoll soldiers in the front to the ground.

Leo shouted again: "Shield formation! Shield formation!"

The infantrymen had been well trained and no one was panicking. Many of them were mentally prepared and had been waiting for this sentence.

After hearing the order, they gathered together skillfully and raised their round shields calmly.

The round shields were folded up like fish scales, ready to meet the coming attack.

The appearance of fifteen ogres caused great panic among the werewolves.

Any alien tribe in the wilderness is afraid of the strong, and the gnolls are the same. They are not afraid of being outnumbered, but they are afraid of not being able to defeat the enemy.

Every ogre is a terrifyingly powerful warrior.

The comparison of their fighting power with the gnolls is equivalent to the strongest boar warrior against the weakest kobold miner.

The ogre held a wooden club as thick and long as that of a northern man. With one sweep, he could knock down four or five gnolls, or smash a boar warrior into meat paste with one blow.

They wielded clubs with their right hands, and their left hands were not idle either. They grabbed a nearby gnoll and bit off its head with one bite.

After chewing it for two bites, he spat out a mouthful of bone fragments, saying "Pah! Pah!"

"Gnoll! It's not tasty!"

The jackals that rushed up were frightened and took a detour.

Only some of the gnoll soldiers whose eyes had turned red and had entered a violent state dared to continue the attack.

However, the gnoll's hunting spear could only poke a small hole two or three inches deep in the ogre's skin, which was thicker than rhino hide.

The heavy chain hammers and stone hammers hit their flesh and even bounced back and hit their heads.

A troop of several hundred gnolls was actually dispersed head-on by fifteen ogres.

The ogre leader Kroger rushed too fast and stepped into the trench. His lower body was stuck in the trench and he couldn't struggle out. He could only swing his wooden stick in vain, knocking away the enemies around him who tried to pass by him.

A war turned into a tower defense game for him.

The gnolls, who had suffered heavy losses, were unwilling to fight the ogres to the death, and only left a part of their warriors to engage in a grappling fight.

The rest continued to charge towards the infantry shield formation.