Lord of all tribes

Chapter 170
Compared to the fact that the lord's coalition forces still have the intention to hold a celebration banquet, Chester's situation is even more miserable.

Sleepless all day and all night, defending on the front line, the two bloodshot lion eyes became more and more blood red, and the eyes still like to look at a certain fixed direction and stare blankly.

The current him cannot afford to be negligent, and he must ensure that everything is done properly. If there are many failures, the experience can be summed up. In many cases, it is to find an entry point in the failures to make himself grow.

Obviously, several failures have worn away Chester's arrogance and arrogance, and he has become even more terrifying.

Tens of thousands of orc and centaur archers led by Chester formed a cone formation.

The ones in the middle that need to be protected are two thousand centaur archers, and the two sides are guarded by an army of tens of thousands of elite half-orcs, which usually appear in the shape of an awl.

When the enemy approaches, the orc armies on both sides will quickly separate to the two sides, exposing the two thousand centaur archers in the middle, and they will try their best to shoot as many arrows as possible before the enemy arrives.

When the enemy army swept in and engaged in hand-to-hand combat, the half-orc army, which had already been fully prepared, would attack from both sides of the cone formation and kill all the enemies who dared to invade their territory.

Chester had done a lot of deliberation in meeting the enemy with such a conical formation. Now that his troops were at a disadvantage, he couldn't just rush forward when he encountered the enemy like before, without any rules at all.

After several failures, Chester realized that what the orc army lacked was not strength, but strategy!

He has to admit that the strategic laws created by the wisdom of the human race can often achieve twice the result with half the effort on the battlefield.

At this time, he couldn't help but think that among the half-orcs, the half-fox people and half-embarrassed people, who are comparable in wisdom to the human race, may be the group that should be respected more. Although they do not have strong force, their wisdom will Lead the half-orc group into a brand new world, climb steep peaks one after another, and live a life that is ten times or a hundred times better than today.

That night, Chester thought about it for a long, long time in a daze.
He glanced at his surroundings. Amos, who had been wandering around with him in the past, had long since disappeared, and he didn't know when he left. It can always save them from danger again and again.

Chester didn't have the slightest thought of blaming Amos. At the moment, he only had one thing in mind, to guard this land, and not let a single soldier of the human coalition army cross this black land within three days.

A firm belief can often be passed on. Being the commander of an army takes the lead and is willing to do certain things in the name of righteousness, which can most arouse the emotions of soldiers.

The night always fades away, and the crescent moon in the sky is also driven by the red sun, fleeing the sky without a trace.

Taking advantage of the night, the lord coalition forces had a truce, drinking and having fun in the military tents, but now that the sky was clear, it was no longer a reason for them to stop.

Of course, for now, they still enjoy fighting, at least the ever-increasing combat achievements can satisfy their original competitive and greedy hearts.

Battle exploits represent the share of the magic crystal mine, and the share of the magic crystal mine represents the golden coins!

And this war does not need much encouragement, it has already started in tacit agreement.

A few utilitarian lords led the army to the forefront of the coalition forces. The speed of the march was getting faster and faster, and the sound of "killing" was deafening. It seemed that they were competing with each other for their foot strength.

At this moment, in the eyes of these lords, getting close to those half-orcs is a considerable amount of military exploits and gold coins, and they deliberately ignore the combat power of these alien troops.

Perhaps in their subconscious mind, since they can easily defeat their wolf cavalry, then these remnants of alien troops who are inferior to the wolf cavalry are not of the same level, or have they achieved military exploits one by one?

Arrogant, fearless.

These will bring courage, and they will also lead people to perdition.

When the arrows all over the sky slid down from mid-air and made a "chi chi" sound, they woke up from their dreams and their courage fell.

This is a vicious alien race, not a lamb to be slaughtered.

They are tough aggressors, not passive cowards.

The arrows shot by the centaur archers are not only accurate, but also can be shot farther. When the lord's coalition forces have no long-range strike capabilities, they have already suffered a head-on blow.

The two thousand and a half centaur archers were divided into three waves to shoot, and at least five hundred of the six to seven hundred arrows in a round could hit some targets and take away fresh lives.

Every step forward, a group of soldiers fell down in wailing, and the casualties increased sharply.

At the beginning, the army led by the lords who charged at the forefront of the coalition army instantly became a natural target and was shot through.

They watched this dramatic scene dumbly, but couldn't believe it in their hearts.

Things should not have developed like this. In their eyes, the alien army with a weak military spirit will be defeated in the face of their strong attack, and their existence is just to speed up and follow them, and harvest the heads of the alien race. .

The idea was subtle, but also almost fanciful.

The first wave of lords who charged ahead led the army to withdraw. The huge casualties made their faces livid, and they followed the coalition army's rear in a muffled voice, as if they were waiting for an opportunity to make a comeback.

Facing the flying arrows, the coalition lords sent out their long-range troops one after another. They either held longbows or crossbows to shoot at a black shadow in the distance.

Unfortunately, because of the shooting range, only three or two of the tens of thousands of arrows shot out fell on the enemy.

But the natural archer centaurs can always accurately grasp the maximum range, and easily send the arrows to their targets properly and well.

The unequal casualty ratio between the two sides would drive people crazy. Waves of heavy infantry wearing chain armor who thought they had strong defenses tried to bully them with absolute defense and completely defeated these centaur archers.

But reality hit them hard.

The precise shooting of the centaur archers made them feel desperate. Their naked eyes and necks became the key targets of these centaur archers.

At that long distance, one of the three or four arrows that often fell on them hit their vitals.

Fear was born in their hearts, and their footsteps began to show signs of slowing down or even stagnation. They longed for their companions to rush forward and block the deadly arrows for them.

When everyone thinks so, the war is hopeless.
(End of this chapter)