Green Monster Epic

Chapter 743: Mud Pit

Every civilization's army has its own distinct characteristics, or rather, tactical style.

Humans excel at research and innovation, and the knight profession is something they have gradually developed through exploration. Therefore, they are known for their flexibility and adaptability on the battlefield. At the same time, because there are many knights cultivated in human armies, their coordination and cooperation are more tacit and well-organized. Therefore, the combat power their armies gain after being blessed by domains is naturally also strong.

The dwarf race, on the other hand, is physically strong and adept at mining ores and forging tools. Therefore, they also prefer a defensive and force-breaking approach when it comes to cultivating armies.

As for the elves, they maximize their natural agility and precision, excelling in advantages such as long-range archers and close-quarters sword dancers to break through defenses and contain enemies, creating a combat style unique to their elves.

As for the Orc Empire, they focus on the characteristics of the orcs' bravery and ferocity, specializing in berserkers and bloodthirsty legions with powerful explosive force and lethality. Once they see blood on the battlefield, they become like mad wolves, in a fight to the death.

The talents of the Greenwild tribe who plan military strategies and battle formations have also been exploring. Although large-scale battles rarely occur in the wilderness, people like Albad mostly construct their tribe's army style little by little through imagination and deduction. In the past two hundred years, the goblins have finally found some clues.

Among the goblin species, especially the earth goblins and bear goblins, the most advanced profession is berserker. At least four out of ten warriors who advance are berserkers, and four out of the remaining six are strongmen and bloodthirsty individuals related to strength and physique talents. Sword dancers and rangers are relatively scarce professions among the goblins.

Based on their own advantages and combined with the combat style of the Orc Empire, which is similar to the goblin's talent, the Greenwild's strategic talents ultimately focused on berserkers as the core, creating a heavy-armored warrior legion.

However, this concept is only in its infancy, because the Greenwild tribe's defense force is limited, and the requirements for heavy-armored warriors are relatively high. So far, the Greenwild tribe has only just built a heavy-armored warrior squad of about a hundred people in the defense forces of the two major towns.

To enter the heavy-armored warrior squad, goblins must first meet the basic requirements of being a high-level berserker and mastering more than four special skills. After being selected as a candidate member, they will begin at least one year of high-intensity training. During this year, the tribe will require these berserkers to focus on learning special skills related to burst and strength. Anyone who cannot master these special skills, or whose comprehensive quality still does not meet the standard, will be directly eliminated.

Fisher and his companions, who tore through the elven shield warrior defense line like a torrent, are the best of the tens of thousands of people in Green Lake Town and the surrounding satellite villages, and also the first batch of heavy-armored warrior squads to start actual combat.

This elite army not only masters tailor-made special skills, but even their armor and weapons are sophisticated creations that have reached the intermediate magic equipment level. It would be an understatement to say that they are heavy cavalry without mounts. At least in team battles of the same scale, the heavy armor squad is unmatched in the Greenwild tribe.

The shield warriors' line was torn open, and elven strongmen, berserkers, and other professional warriors who assisted in defending the shield warriors rushed up, trying to buy enough time for the army to rebuild the defense line.

Unfortunately, when the weapons in the elves' hands and their slashing attacks landed on these humanoid beasts in front of them, it was as if toothpicks were poking on steel plates, unable to cause much damage to these ferocious enemies.

On the contrary, Fisher and his goblin berserkers, after activating their Fury skills, wielded heavy weapons weighing at least two hundred pounds with fierce momentum. If they accidentally hit a hapless elf, it would not be as simple as a scratch, but directly smashing the opponent's hit area into minced meat, or crushing it into powder.

For a time, Fisher and his companions wreaked havoc and destruction within the elven defense line, unstoppable wherever they went. In a short period of time, more than a hundred elven warriors were beheaded by them.

Following closely behind, the goblins, who had long been impatient, were even more crazy and delighted, making beast-like roars, pouring in from the opening torn open by Fisher and his heavy-armored warriors, tearing the opening wider and wider.

Whoosh ~ ~ ~ Whoosh ~ ~ ~ ~ Whoosh ~ ~ ~ ~

The elven army was also working hard to make amends. In addition to their most proud archers and rangers' continuous rain of arrows, the five hundred elven mages accompanying the army also transformed into turrets, casting a series of ranged and single-target spells directly at the center and rear flanks of the goblin army, preparing to intercept the goblin reinforcements' advance.

The continuous rain of arrows fell, blooming green fireworks on the goblin's dense line. The goblins either held up their shields, or fiddled with the weapons in their hands, cooperating with each other and moving forward with their heads buried. As long as they were not injured in vital areas, no one stopped.

Behind and around them, magic was constantly surging. Although most of the magic was intercepted by the Greenwild tribe's accompanying mage group, the few spells that managed to escape the interception network often felled dozens or even more goblin warriors once they landed in the crowd.

Dushti, the elven commander in charge of the central army, had a frosty face. The powerful will displayed by the enemy army was almost comparable to the elite of the dwarf army back then. Although they were somewhat lacking in combat power and cooperation, the destructive power of the hundred heavy-armored warriors who broke into their front army's defense line was beyond Dushti and their expectations.

The elven soldiers on the front line had been trying to intercept this group of enemies, but the opponent's heavy and powerful weapons were like siege equipment, and the armor on their bodies was even comparable to city walls, making it extremely difficult for the elven soldiers fighting in the front.

"Blow the horn!!! Prepare to retreat!!!"

The earth-shattering sounds of the battle between legendary powerhouses dozens of miles away had never stopped, indicating that the fighting inside was equally fierce. Since they could not count on the support of the accompanying generals, Dushti, as the battlefield commander of this expeditionary army, had the authority to make a decisive decision.

Biting her steel teeth, Dushti's eyes became firm, and she immediately issued an order to the guards around her.

"...Understood."

The elven signal officer was slightly stunned when he heard the instruction, but quickly came to his senses and responded solemnly.

Woo woo woo ~ ~ ~

The sound of the stag horn rang, the melodious and heavy sound echoed in this land that was about to usher in the morning sun, and then the elven soldiers fighting on the front line began to withdraw in an orderly manner, without any chaos.

Albad, who was commanding the battle in the goblin's central army, also heard the sound of the horn. He didn't know what it meant at first, but when he saw the elven army beginning to retreat step by step in coordination with each other from the ruins of Shepherd's Slope, although it meant that the goblins had won the town's defense battle, Albad's eyes did not show any intention of ease.

The elven army's withdrawal was watertight. Arrows and javelins from archers and rangers in the distance rained down on the goblin center army, coordinated with the advantageous spellcaster teams, temporarily blocking the goblin reinforcements.

Subsequently, Sword Dancers, Berserkers, Strongmen, and other lightly armored infantry classes suddenly launched a fierce attack on the goblin front lines, forcing the goblins to exhaust themselves in response. Meanwhile, the Shield Warriors, with their relatively slow and heavy movements, had already disengaged, retreating outside the town and reorganizing their lines.

Fisher's heavy-armored warrior battalion was incredibly lethal, but they also had their weaknesses. For example, after the Rage skill's cooldown period, they inevitably suffered from a backlash of weakness. Furthermore, the heavy armor and weapons they wielded imposed a significant burden, inevitably slowing their movement speed.

The elven army's light infantry clearly had experience dealing with these types of warriors. After the Shield Warriors retreated, creating ample maneuvering space, the nimble and responsive Sword Dancer squads began to take over against Fisher and his men.

When the elves were no longer fixated on advancing and occupying Mumapo, they no longer needed to eliminate Fisher and his hard-to-crack group. They only needed to temporarily contain them, making the situation much easier to manage.

Arbad originally planned to take advantage of the elven retreat by sending elite goblins to bite their tails. However, seeing their composed response during the retreat, he knew that even if they did manage to bite them, the damage would be evenly distributed, with neither side gaining an advantage.

After weighing the situation, Arbad reluctantly abandoned his previous plan, watching as his opponents retreated to a location two or three miles north of Mumapo, reorganizing their legions and constructing defensive lines.

However, Arbad did not give up on attacking the elves. The center army, serving as a reserve force, bypassed the chaotic terrain within the town under his command, quickly launching a charge from the flank towards the opponent's unfinished defensive line.

The Green Field warriors who came to rescue Mumapo had almost completely emptied the army temporarily conscripted and assembled by Green Lake Town. Apart from the two to three thousand auxiliary soldiers left behind, the rest of the main force had been brought out. In any case, there were still tens of thousands of goblin clansmen in the town. At the same time, the cannon fodder of affiliated tribes and subsequent support from satellite villages would arrive in the town during the day, ensuring a minimum level of defense that was not as weak as Tris had claimed.

Mumapo was just a distribution center for livestock trading, and the living space within the town was not large. Therefore, during the previous entanglement with the main elven force within the town, the Green Field goblins, with an army of over fifteen thousand, were limited by the cramped environment within the town and the enemy's destruction and obstruction of the central army's position, so many goblins had been restricted to the rear.

The rear army became the front army. The goblin warriors, who had not yet engaged in battle, were now full of energy and high morale. This would give their scattered comrades in the town some time to rest and reorganize before charging out of the town into the wide grasslands to launch a more ferocious offensive against the enemy.

The dark elf archers also slowly pressed forward. Facing their nemesis, even as followers of the Gloom Maiden, they inevitably harbored some emotions. Coupled with their alliance with the Green Field tribe, the two thousand archers communicated with each other and shot back and forth, each displaying their best skills, unwilling to tarnish the prestige of their respective tribes.

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On the battlefield, the fiercest fighting was probably between the two heavy cavalry brigades. Although each only had a scale of slightly over two thousand, the grassland beneath them seemed to have been completely plowed, and many dead and wounded warriors were simply buried in the yellow earth by the iron hooves.

Both sides were trying to break through the opponent's military formation, but after more than a magic hour of fighting, neither side had achieved its goal, making it a stalemate.

However, looking at the overall battle situation, although the goblins had a slight advantage in the number of troops, it was still difficult to hide the fact that the elves had seized the initiative.

Omaha, who was in the midst of the melee and had unknowingly pierced through the chests of countless goblin cavalry, felt a soreness in his agile arms. He had to divide his attention to check the surrounding situation. Suddenly hearing the sound of a stag horn nearby, his face became tense. A powerful battle aura filled the lance in his hand, and he immediately swept it horizontally, forcing back the goblin in front of him. The steed beneath him immediately sensed his master's thoughts, and a surge of electricity suddenly bloomed from its horn. Instantly, several knights wearing fine iron armor, along with their mounts, had their fur standing on end and their bodies stiffened.

Taking advantage of the enemies' stiffened bodies, Omaha thrust his lance, piercing through the abdomen of a goblin cavalryman. At the same time, the unicorn beneath him leaped forward in a fish-like motion, suddenly jumping two or three meters into the air. After reaching the open sky, a pair of folded wings instantly unfolded, carrying Omaha into the sky above.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Such a conspicuous target naturally became the target of many goblin cavalry. Javelins shot up from below, causing Omaha and his unicorn to become flustered.

After finally shaking off the entanglement of the cavalry on the ground, Omaha flew into the sky and quickly examined the situation of the infantry formation, searching for the reason why they had sounded the retreat horn. Only after seeing that Duthie's infantry had re-established their formation outside the town did he feel relieved.

Returning his focus to his own cavalry battlefield, Omaha's eyes were also filled with entanglement.

The elven heavy cavalry brigade on the ground was now in a stalemate with the goblin cavalry. Although both sides had suffered losses, overall it was considered a balance. Without external intervention, Omaha even felt that his cavalry brigade might perish together with the enemy's army.

This was not in line with the plan that his father and Lord Garros had made before departure. Who would have thought that a wilderness tribe would be willing to invest such a large amount of capital to create a powerful heavy cavalry?

Not to mention, the metal armor on a heavy cavalryman and his mount was enough to arm at least five warriors. Moreover, the daily consumption of food for an excellent warhorse was enough to feed a squad of soldiers.

As an important border town of the Elven Kingdom, the cavalry stationed here in Thornsburg was only a mere twenty thousand. Among them, the heavy cavalry commanded by Omaha was only five thousand. Although this was related to Thornsburg's defense against the weak Mansa Wilderness, even a large empire could not support a large number of heavy cavalry. Now, a goblin tribe had raised a cavalry of more than two thousand, how could Omaha not curse the kingdom's intelligence gathering agencies for their inaction!

"Hoo!"

Letting out a long sigh, the unicorn mount, with which he was telepathically connected, glided towards the elven infantry formation several miles away. Now that he had temporarily disengaged from the battlefield, Omaha had to meet with Duthie to discuss the next course of action.