Warlord: King of All Clans

During the second charge of the kobold army, the incapacitated kobold stragglers were abandoned in the mountains and forests.

As the sky grew darker, the wounded kobolds were filled with fear, whimpering and crying.

Their whimpers attracted the attention of the local natives. From the remote mountain caves, wild kobolds emerged one after another, surrounding the wounded.

Over a hundred wild kobolds encircled the dozen or so wounded soldiers.

Count Gustav's territory was plagued by constant warfare, and the countryside lacked armed patrols. The small, foreign tribes in the mountainous regions descended to scavenge for food, growing rapidly in numbers.

Especially the wild kobolds, who matured in three years. As long as no one purged or hunted them, their reproduction rate far exceeded that of other foreign races.

Every wild foreign race that could continue its lineage under the human empire's purges had its own unique characteristics.

The leading wild kobold chieftain looked at the dozen or so wounded soldiers, a cruel smile on his face, as he brandished his chain hammer, "Foreign dogs! Surrender or die!"

One of the wounded kobold soldiers stopped crying, raised his hunting rifle, and blasted the strong chieftain to death with a single shot.

Under the setting sun, thousands of kobold riflemen once again surged across the mountains and plains, covering the sky and earth.

Only half a day had passed since the last battle, and the Tyrell Legion had not even managed to set up camp.

Count Tyrell was just saying the words, but when he really saw the kobolds returning, he still felt his scalp tingle.

However, he was not worried, but calmly commanded, "Form ranks, meet the enemy, and scatter them."

The gun-shield soldiers gathered again, blocking the ranged units, preparing to repeat the process of the previous battle.

Thousands of kobolds, enduring the deaths and injuries of their companions, charged again to the front of the enemy's shield wall.

A group of gnolls, after pulling the trigger, realized that the shield wall was unharmed, and their eyes immediately turned red. They hugged the explosive packs on their backs, shouting, "Riverbend is invincible!"

One gnoll after another leaped up, crossed the shield wall, and crashed into the crowd.

The next second, violent explosions rang out. At least twenty locations exploded, and at each explosion site, several or dozens of heavily armored gun-shield soldiers fell to the ground with muffled thuds.

Their companions nearby were also affected by the explosion, injured by iron fragments and bone spurs, and the formation was immediately thrown into chaos.

The kobold riflemen took the opportunity to break into the formation, pressing against the enemy's faces and pulling the trigger.

In addition to the gnoll suicide bombers, some elite kobold riflemen were also equipped with a few grenades, which could barely break the formation.

Without the protection of shields, except for the heavy plate armor of those knights and heavily armored elites, the chainmail of crossbowmen and riflemen could not withstand the close-range fire of the kobold rifles.

Count Tyrell watched the battle from a high place, and was furious, "Swordsmen's Regiment! Get up there! Slaughter the enemy!"

Following his order, a team of hundreds of two-handed swordsmen from the shield wall plunged into the chaotic crowd, quickly slaughtering the kobold riflemen who had broken into the formation.

After all, the kobold riflemen were physically inferior to humans, and were soon defeated, and fled again.

At this time, the sky was dim, and Count Tyrell cautiously did not order a pursuit, but quickly built a camp and counted the casualties.

In this battle, the kobold army suffered over a thousand casualties, and the Tyrell Legion suffered over a thousand casualties!

"No, we can't go back unless we defeat the enemy!"

"Waaah! I want to go back to Riverbend!"

At this time, a dozen or so wounded soldiers emerged with hundreds of wild kobolds, "Woof woof woof! New clansmen!"

Similar to him, there were several other mountain forests, gathering hundreds of wild kobolds in one afternoon.

Looking at these clansmen, a clever kobold foreman had a new idea, "They are new clansmen, we have a way!"

"Kobolds, all those who can move, go out and find all the new clansmen!"

"As long as we defeat the enemy, the new clansmen can also join Riverbend!"

"Let's charge one more time, for Riverbend!"

"For Riverbend!"

The next morning, after Count Tyrell finished his breakfast, he was still apprehensive, and said to the adjutant Viscount Fitz beside him, "Speed up the march, reach the town ahead, spread out as many scouts as possible, and don't waste any more time being delayed by the kobolds."

At this time, another scout came to report urgently, "Report! The kobolds are here again!"

Outside the military camp, tens of thousands of kobolds, densely packed, covering the mountains and plains, surged towards the Tyrell Legion's camp.

This night, the kobold army not only found two thousand new clansmen, but also found all the companions who had been lost before.

In this surprise attack, the scout reported too late, and the elite soldiers of the Tyrell Legion had only put on their iron armor, and before they could form ranks, they were rushed into the military camp by the kobolds.

A southern transcendent knight in full plate armor was surrounded by a large group of kobolds before he could get on his horse. His servant had not even drawn his sword before he was knocked down by the kobolds.

This transcendent knight was powerful, and the armor on his body was also incredibly defensive.

The kobold's buckshot hit it, leaving only a slight dent, and could not hurt the transcendent knight at all.

The transcendent knight slashed and killed seven gnolls in a row, and was finally bitten on the wrist by an agile wild kobold.

With hundreds of pounds of weight hanging on his wrist, the transcendent knight's sword speed was also halved, and he was immediately knocked to the ground by five or six gnolls, and suppressed.

A kobold rifleman quickly lifted the transcendent knight's chainmail skirt, stuck the barrel into the gap in the steel armor under his crotch, and then pulled the trigger.

By the time the transcendent knight's companions killed the kobolds, the transcendent knight's lower abdomen had been riddled with holes, leaving him barely breathing.

This battle lasted for a morning before the kobolds were repelled.

Without a complete shield wall and fire suppression, the kobold's shotguns finally unleashed their power. Every time they fired, one enemy lost their combat ability.

The kobolds suffered over a thousand casualties, and the Tyrell Legion suffered two thousand casualties!

Fortunately, there were still many low- and mid-level transcendent warriors in the Tyrell Legion, and even a high-level one stationed there. Under their leadership, they finally repelled the thousands of kobolds.

Watching the kobold army fleeing in panic, Count Tyrell clenched the sword in his hand, so much so that his knuckles were pale.

Viscount Fitz next to him was even more terrified, and couldn't help but say, "This group of evil kobolds is too crazy. We might as well retreat to the rear to rest, find their nests, and purge them before heading north."

Following Viscount Fitz's words, the other nobles also spoke up, and they all persuaded Count Tyrell to retreat.

Their legion was a lord's army composed of dozens of large and small nobles, and the soldiers were all their family elites.

If they really fought against the Northern Legion, there would still be honor in dying, but dying in the hands of a group of kobolds would only be a complete loss of face when they returned.

"Otherwise, if we are attacked like this, the soldiers won't be able to hold on."

"Demons! They are all controlled by demons! They have lost their souls!"

Count Tyrell had no better way. Although he was the legion commander, only three thousand people in the legion were his soldiers, and the others were allies and neighbors. They could quarrel at the slightest disagreement, so he had to nod and say, "Withdraw to Shattered Rock City to replenish our forces."