Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 141

The western slopes of the highlands were full of archers. The longbows of Bretonnia were not good, at least not as good as those of the elves, or even those of the empire.

However, there are too many people. When farmers light rockets and draw bows, relying on the wind and the height difference in the terrain, the range of 150 meters is enough to crush the clumsy fingers of green skins.

When the arrows fell like raindrops, although the boys' iron armor was strong, some unlucky ones would always be hit on the head, but the number of deaths never went up.

This is the case with the orcs in Orka Mountain. The reason why farmers find it difficult to deal with them is because of their terrible ability to armor.

At this moment, Elena's arrow pierced through two orcs, and she added more. She had seen enough of human's weak and rotten arrows, but she still couldn't help cursing. "Do you know how to use a bow?"

But only cursing is useless, whether the peasant's longbow is much less effective against undead or green skins than gunpowder.

They have neither been trained nor are they very strong. If they had that kind of arrows that were both precise and powerful, they would definitely be able to hit them hard against such a hillside.

As the boys got closer, the goblins began to shoot their arrows, but most of them couldn't break through the wooden wall cover, worse than the farmers.

But when those green-skinned boys approached, there was no doubt that the battlefield would become a meat grinder.

Although the peasants are equipped with simple explosives and have bunkers, the green skins are not afraid of too much because of their rough skin and thick armor. However, although they will cause damage, they cannot really threaten the mortar team.

Another human life is exchanged for the opportunity to weaken the vampire, this is the battlefield...

Even though the two girls have worked very hard, but the difference in arms is here, if Roel turns to help them, the corpse demon that loses its suppression will put the noble knights in danger.

I'm sorry, but the reality is like this, even if hundreds of peasants die to keep the Knights, their fighting power is far superior to that of the peasants...

When the greenskins attacked, Roel's heart had already passed the verdict on the peasants.

Cruel, rational, but useful...

Just as the clumsy machetes were about to touch the wooden walls, the pitchforks snapped against their bodies and sparked.

"Ahh! Damn greenskin!"

The peasants yelled, giving themselves meaningless courage, but they lacked combat experience and could not effectively kill them, so they could only push away the offending greenskins.

When the machete cut the wooden handle of the pitchfork, the peasants lost their weapons and had to beat the greenskins with their sticks, and this happened repeatedly on the defensive line.

Ali Mara yelled. "Go back and get a spare if you don't have a weapon! Don't..." Before she finished speaking, a farmer was stabbed by a green-skinned spear and fell straight down...

"This..." She hasn't seen many battlefields, at least not so bright and direct. She has always been a hothouse flower, and even the one-on-one fight with the orc boss is all with the help of her master.

Although she is stronger than a peasant, she is not yet a qualified "knight".

When Wumeng's wolf howl brought her back to reality, she took out her own bomb and threw it at the greenskins, who covered their cheeks with their hands to avoid burns, and also caused the greenskins in that area to be killed by the farmers .

"Take out the dynamite, take out the dynamite!" She stabilized her mind and shouted to the others, when the chain of explosions restarted on the edge of the wooden wall, the killing of the greenskins was delayed.

But the one-eyed swollen chariot came to the wall, he squeezed his kid away, and with a whimper, holding a huge ax in his left hand, he smashed the wooden wall, causing the sawdust to fly in all directions.

"Go up kid, go up!"

When the boss yelled in an ugly voice, those greenskins who had been waiting for war for too long crowded into the fence like a tide, and the farmers' pitchforks and longbows were useless.

Roel and Elena, Alimara's heart condensed. Such a situation may consume more life, and they currently have no good way to replenish. Almost all the young people in the nearby villages are here, Brio Nirvana's manpower was almost emptied by a quarter!

The slaughter of the peasants by the green skins is inevitable. When the boys raised their blades and slashed down, the bloody breath would permeate.

Until suddenly a few arrows attacked from behind, piercing the orc's eye sockets, inserting into the head, and taking away the lives of those things.

There are not many boys, and the most difficult thing to deal with them is the armor. When such arrows are shot continuously, the situation will be reversed.

Puchi, puchi, the arrow pierced into the flesh, although Elena also felt that the arrow shot was average, but it was still able to catch the eye.

"Who is it? This few strokes are okay!"

Her "praise" spread directly to the bushes in the south of the camp. While shooting arrows, a few hooded men came out, about 20 of them, all of them were young men with longbows, and they were Bretonnian knights!
Masked men, rogues, herrings, hooded men, they're called many, and they don't stop at work and call out to the peasants.

"Caloma Village Chief of Free Wanled salutes you, in order to resist the destructive forces of evil, we have come!"

Elena and Alimara breathed a sigh of relief, but they didn't have time to answer, they just put all their energy into the battle.

But Cyclops was already angry, he swung his huge ax horizontally, and shot away countless arrows. "Annoying shrimp!"

His gigantic body wants to charge over and tear those goblins wearing hats, so he sees it, tearing those goblins apart before the longbow continues to harass him, waaaagh!
When he looked at the knights, a sharp arrow pierced into the gap in his armor, causing a stinging pain, and his thigh was bitten by the wolf's mouth, making it difficult to move.

The hot lead hit his head, passed through the armor, was resisted by his rough skin and thick flesh, and stuck on his forehead.

For a green skin who can burn armor on his body with a hot iron, this can only be said to be a weak wound, but he looked at the two shrimp women who brought pain, and couldn't help the anger in his heart.

Failure, mistakes, the boy's flight, the vampire's arrogance, this mighty orc is still being insulted by a human female at this moment?
Thick mist spit out from his mouth, and he immediately saw the wolf cub's fur and Alimara's flesh and blood.

"Hunter Xiami, pup, today is quite interesting!"

But Alimara was very calm, she opened the distance, and kept going around, the green skin's right eye and right arm were all destroyed, and there was almost a huge dead angle on one side at this moment.

The wolf cub cleverly detoured there, constantly biting the flesh and blood in the gaps in his armor. For the green-skinned boss, the small gaps were enough for him to insert his claws.

These three annoying little things kept bothering him, and the one-eyed green muscles swelled with anger, and when a bomb exploded in his face, the orc was finally completely annoyed.

Gathering the huge strength of its whole body, it abruptly turned 180 degrees on the spot, swung its left hand in a half circle, and knocked that annoying pup into the air until his body cracked and twisted. Big, not bulky!

The wolf rolled around a few times and let out a whimper before it landed on the burnt lawn. If it wasn't for the workers' well-made mail armor, the wolf cub might have become two pieces!
(End of this chapter)