Heroes of Silver Moon

Under the cover of mortars, human soldiers with rifles in hand began to attack the orc camp.

Although the fortifications built by the orcs are crude, they can well offset the difference in weapons generation, especially when the new army is actively attacking.

A round of mortar shells fell, and the orcs hid behind the wooden city wall in fear. The splashed mud fell on their bodies, and many unlucky ones were hit and fell by the lasing shrapnel.

But mortars are not artillery after all, and cannot effectively destroy the camp's defenses. Seeing human soldiers entering the range, an orc commander immediately roared: "Archers, let go!"

Facing the mortar bombardment, the orc archers ran out of the bunker in fear, and scattered arrows were thrown, and many human soldiers who were attacking were shot and fell down.

Immediately afterwards, human soldiers poured into the orc camp from the gap in the city wall blasted by mortars, and started a close-range fight with the orcs ambushing behind the city wall.

Taking advantage of the chaos in the orc camp, the heavy machine guns and mortars of the new army began to move forward.

As the distance got closer, the accuracy of the mortars also improved. A round of shells hit the wooden city wall with precision, the gap in the camp continued to expand, and the orc soldiers were intuitively exposed to the human firepower net.

Relying on close combat, the orc soldiers barely regained some advantage, but facing the absolute difference in weapons, the orcs in the rear still fell one by one.

The ferocity of the battle is firmly engraved in the bones of the orcs, and the cruel battle has aroused their fighting spirit, blocking wave after wave of attacks by human soldiers.

Time passed by every minute and every second. In the headquarters, Harris waited anxiously. He had never felt that today would pass so slowly and so quickly.

"Damn! Failed again, organize people to attack again!" Seeing that another wave of attack was repelled, cheers and roars erupted from the orc camp, Harris gritted his teeth and punched the table.

"Your Excellency, Legion Commander, the soldiers have been fighting all day, it's time for them to rest." Second Army Commander Garken couldn't help but persuade.

Harris looked up at the sky, only to realize that it was already dusk. He was startled, but then he slowly let go of his clenched fist.

It has been two days and two nights since Simon was besieged by the legend of the orcs. He didn't know how long Simon could last, but their soldiers really needed to rest.

The atmosphere in the general headquarters was rather dull and breathless. At this time, Graton said with a blank face: "You can let the first army fight at night."

Everyone was shocked, and Bulder looked at him in disbelief: "You are crazy!"

In the previous battle across the river, the first army had to pay more than half of its own battle losses to allow the second and third armies to cross the river with extremely slight losses.

It's only been a day, and the morale and physical strength of the soldiers have not recovered. How can they participate in the battle again?

"I'm sober, Bulder." Graton looked at his deputy commander with a blank expression: "The first army is the main battle army of the new army. The second army and the third army are just miscellaneous troops. We will gnaw the bones that cannot be gnawed, and we will fight the tough battles that they cannot fight, and we must believe in our soldiers!"

Boulder was speechless immediately, and the commander of the second army, Garken, looked at him with a displeased face: "Hey, you are talking too much! What do you mean that the second army and the third army are just miscellaneous troops?"

Graton glanced at him blankly: "What I said is the truth!"

"Enough!" Harris stopped the quarrel, and looked at Graton with a heavy expression: "Are you sure that the first army can rejoin the battle, this is still a more brutal night battle."

In order to prevent accidental injury to friendly troops, it is difficult to provide fire support in night battles, and they can only fight hand-to-hand with the opponent, and this is their weakness.

"As I said, we must trust our soldiers." Graton and him looked at each other calmly.

Harris met his gaze, looked at the other people in the headquarters, then looked up at the sky, and finally heaved a long sigh: "Okay, then give it a try, just to test the new weapon sent by Master Clifford .”

"New weapon?" Graton frowned suspiciously.

"That's right, it's something called a flare." Harris opened the drawer, and inside was a strangely shaped pistol and a box of cylindrical red bullets.

 …

"What, fighting at night, but we only took a day off!" Inside the regiment headquarters, Mikil protested to the regiment leader.

Compared with before crossing the river, the regiment headquarters at this time is a little deserted, and many company and battalion level officers have always fixed the time at one day ago.

"This is not my order, it is the order of the head of the legion, we can only execute it!" The head explained helplessly.

Of course he knew that the soldiers hadn't recovered from the battle of crossing the river the day before, but the military orders were so overwhelming that they had to execute them.

"Fucking military order, I want to see Harris and ask him what's going on in his pig's mind?" Mikkel was a little furious.

"Don't go to Harris, this is my suggestion!" Graton walked in with a sullen face.

"Your Excellency, Commander." The head of the regiment got up from the stool in fear and stood at attention to salute.

"Graton." Mikkel frowned slightly: "Your suggestion?"

"Yes." Graton nodded, and slowly walked to the table and sat down: "If we don't want to see our king being beaten to death, we must do so."

"But the soldiers haven't recovered yet." Mikil said with an ugly face.

"This is a war, a war that concerns everyone's life and death. If the legendary battlefield collapses, even if they recover, they will die. Tonight's battle must start. This is an order!"

Graton got up and walked out, paused at the door, and said: "Mikel, think about it, after a whole day of fighting, the orcs are quite tired now.

And you are a master fighter, and your survival rate in this night battle is quite high. If you win this war, the soldiers of the first army with outstanding contributions will definitely be promoted first. "

After speaking, Graton walked out of the regiment headquarters, and he had to go to other regiment headquarters to do ideological work.

Priority promotion... Mikil's breath became short of breath. Family review has always been his goal, and the path he chose is the officer system of the new army.

Master-level professionals are not Chinese cabbage. There are at most a dozen in the new army, and most of them are concentrated in the upper echelons, such as Harris and others who were injected alive by the royal family with fighting spirit potions.

There may be more orcs on the side, but they will definitely not exceed fifty people. In addition to the fierce battles in the past few days, there are currently at most twenty or thirty people, which is the same if they are divided into the army.

Frankly speaking, if he, a master professional, fought this night battle, his survival rate would be higher than anyone else, not to mention that he would definitely be promoted first afterward.

However, when he thought of the soldiers under him, Mikil still struggled a little. His survival rate in this night battle might be very high, but those ordinary soldiers...

"Captain Mikil." The captain interrupted Mikil's entanglement: "I have already said that this is an order, and it must be carried out whether you want it or not!"

Mikel froze for a moment, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then opened his eyes in relief: "I understand, I promise to complete the task!"

 …

Orc Commander Hagrid walked into the tent with a tired face.

Today's battle is really tiring. In the face of human alchemy weapons, it is difficult for the orcs to show their bravery. The battle damage is almost three to one~www.wuxiaspot.com~ But it's okay, they survived, as long as they continue In two or three days, victory in the sanctuary battlefield will be achieved, and by then, mere human beings will have nothing to worry about.

After taking a sip of ale, Hagrid caught a glimpse of the human slave girl **** with a rope. Hagrid felt itchy. It must be said that human women are really tender.

I heard that elf women are more tender, but unfortunately, since the elf empire withdrew, it was difficult to capture elf women on the main continent.

Hagrid, who had been fighting all day, was furious. He dragged a female slave and prepared to enjoy it. The numb female slave was too lazy to resist, anyway, it was just useless effort.

But suddenly, a crimson fireball rose into the sky, illuminating the entire battlefield.

The peripheral soldiers in the orc camp who were guarding were almost blinded by the sudden light. When they opened their eyes again, the crowd of human soldiers was less than a hundred meters away from them.

"Enemy attack!" Just as the orc soldiers yelled these two words, mortar shells roared in. With the light of the flares, they could provide limited fire support.

Boom boom boom! The familiar explosion sound made Hagrid immediately drop the female slave in his hand. He was shocked by the scene outside the tent, and murmured in disbelief: "This is impossible!"

After a whole day of fierce fighting, the strong orcs were extremely exhausted. How dare those weak humans initiate this night battle?

"Forward, forward! For our land, for our food, for our women, for victory, forward!" Graton, who led the soldiers into the orc camp, raised his long sword and shouted.

At this moment, as if returning to traditional combat, under the leadership of the knights, countless human soldiers poured into the orc camp, and fought hand-to-hand with the orcs.