My Strength Does Not Allow Me to Low-key

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After listening to Pan Deli's introduction, Xiao Feng could also realize that the half-orc coalition this time is much more rigorous than the coalition they encountered in the southern section of Calabash Canyon.

There were also a lot of people, and according to Pan Deli's investigation, there were people of all races. This should be similar to what they had guessed before. They should have found the python prince Qu Kaichen as the supreme commander.

In the half-orc alliance, the most important thing is rank and blood. In this gourd canyon, only Qu Kaichen has such an identity and status, and he has integrated all the scattered half-orcs together.

Moreover, such an arrangement by the other party was obviously designed after careful consideration. This trap can be said to have been designed seamlessly.

If the army in the age of cold weapons encountered such an ambush without any preparations, it would basically end in annihilation. It is a pity that they were unlucky. What they met was Xiao who had thousands of years of military experience ahead of them. Feng, and the Riverrun army he led had begun to modernize their minds and modify their minds.

After Xiao Feng listened to Pan Deli's introduction, he asked Bloom and Kyle to come over. Together with Pan Deli, the four of them held a small battle meeting and explained their battle ideas. . .

It was already afternoon, and the sun was about to set in two hours, but the Riverrun army that had already entered the Central Basin didn't even intend to move out, which made the half-baked soldiers waiting outside the valley wait in ambush. The orc army was a little restless.

Qu Kaichen was also anxious, did the other party notice something, or why is there still no movement?

Could it be that they discovered our ambush, so they didn't act? But what if the opponent is not marching forward? Is it just going to be consumed here?

He was very anxious in his heart, but he couldn't show it on the surface, because he knew that as the general, he couldn't be anxious. Many of the leaders of the orc tribes around him were reckless men who had not received professional military training.

If they see that they are also in a hurry, they will inevitably become more emotional. Maybe these idiots will lead their men directly to the canyon to fight those humans. In that case, all the battle plans he made before will be scrapped up.

So after thinking about it, the best way at present is to wait, compare patience with those humans, and see who can bear it first.

Karagul the Tauren,

Squatting under a small tree is boring. He and his catapult squad have been hiding in this woods for several days. Their life these days can be said to be worse than death. I really don’t know those noble lords What do they think.

The temperature difference between day and night in this canyon is very large. During the day, because of the transpiration effect of the big river, the water mist is lingering, and the air is sticky and humid. The tauren love to sweat, and such a humid environment makes them very uncomfortable. , Because of the ambush, they didn't dare to move too much, and they couldn't sweat even if they were sweating on their bodies. Several brothers, because of this, got strange diseases, vomiting and diarrhea, and now they are lying on the ground and can't get up.

It was very cold at night, and the quilts I brought were damp and uncomfortable to cover my body. Coupled with the restrictions of the mountainous terrain, I couldn’t set up a tent, so I had to sleep in the wild. The rocks on the ground were so hard Everyone is not sleeping well.

What was even more frightening was that all kinds of nasty mosquitoes kept flying around and sucking blood, which made everyone have a nervous breakdown.

He looked enviously at the position of the python archers not far from their catapult team. He really envied these cold-blooded guys, because they are cold-blooded animals, and the temperature change seems to have little effect on them. The most enviable Yes, those damned mosquitoes didn't dare to harass them at all.

Once they fly close to these boa constrictors, as soon as these guys spit snakes, those mosquitoes will become snacks in their mouths.

"Dinner is ready, go and get it!"

The captain of the catapult team, Kara Gulshan, came from a distant mountain forest and shouted at the team members. Kara Gul stood up lazily, and was about to go to the camp of the leader in the grove. .

After only two steps, a figure suddenly stood up from the side, got off the Kara Gul road, and turned his head to see that it was Kara Gulmore, the porter in their catapult team. The members of this catapult team were all close relatives .

This Kara Gulmore is tall and strong, but he has lost a lot of weight in the past few days. Kara Gul smelled the first smell from him.

"Mad, Kara Gumor, you damn guy, don't you know how to choose a farther place for shit? I don't want to step on your cow shit."

But Kara Gummel smiled with a cheeky old face: "Don't worry, Brother Guer, I dug my shit and buried it."

"You disgusting guy, can you stop saying such disgusting things while eating?"

"Hey, it's not me who said it first, but you who mentioned it first. By the way, Brother Gur, what do you think will be the meal today? It won't be rough pancakes again, this shit, I eat so much It feels hot ass to shit every day."

"You bastard, how many times have I told you, don't mention shit when you're eating."

Kara Gul said angrily to his cousin, but this time his cousin didn't reply to argue with him. Why didn't he reply, he looked up again and just saw a scene that made him dumbfounded.

A short arrow shot from nowhere, happened to be shot from the front of Kara's throat, and came out from the back of his neck. At this time, he was holding his neck with one hand, and blood was constantly flowing from his mouth. Spewing out, where can I talk?

"enemy..."

Before he could utter the second word, Karagul felt a sharp pain in his chest, and when he looked down, he saw a gleaming arrowhead protruding from his chest.

He felt that his body was getting cold quickly, and he staggered forward, trying to find rescue, but the last picture that caught his eyes was indeed the location of the gang leader's camp, a scene of people turned upside down.

There were drunken orcs everywhere, and from the dense forest around them and overhead, there was a constant rain of arrows, each arrow hitting an orc.

"Enemy attack, enemy attack..."

Finally, the fateful half-orc yelled loudly, and Karagul finally let out a sigh of relief, and then fell hard to the ground.

But even if they were warned, those half-orcs who had been focusing their attention on the marching road across the river would never have imagined that they would be hit by a counter-surprise attack.

Those cunning humans actually gave them a flank attack, killing them from their right hand.

These humans are very cunning. They use the terrain and trees as shelters, and while jumping forward, they constantly shoot cold arrows at the half-orc position.

Because the half-orcs' positions were designed to face the road on the other side of the river, and they didn't do much protection against the right flank, so they were caught off guard by those humans.

Moreover, the dense forest vegetation here has also become a disadvantage that hinders the half-orcs from playing.

The slopes of the mountains are not big, but the vegetation is dense. It is difficult for half-orcs to form a formation like fighting on flat ground. Moreover, the lush forests and bushes also limit the performance of half-orcs in combat.

Their speed and strength, under the fetters of such dense vegetation, it is difficult to display half of their speed and strength on the flat ground, and those human soldiers are still very cunning.

Their short stature has become an advantage in this mountain forest. They are faster and more flexible. After shooting an arrow, they often run and jump back and hide behind another tree, so it is difficult for the orcs to grasp their heads and them. shoot at.

What's even more frightening is that there are also blows from the top of the head. From time to time, the poisonous bee shooters on the road in the dense tree branches will shoot poisonous arrows. I don't understand, shouldn't these poisonous bee people be with them?

How could they shoot arrows at themselves?

The sneak attacks of these damned guys can be said to be impossible to guard against, but it is even more difficult to counterattack them. These poisonous beemen are short in stature, good at flying, and extremely fast. In this dense forest, It is simply their natural home field.

From time to time, they appeared among various tree crowns, and the poisonous arrows they shot in surprise attacks were even more difficult to guard against. It took less than ten minutes to start, and hundreds of orcs had already fallen under their poisonous arrows.

If it was just a sneak attack by humans on the ground, the orcs could still resist. After all, they had an advantage in numbers, but once there was a threat from above like the poisonous bee man, they would not be able to withstand it.

The catapult team of the tauren and pig-headed people is the main force in ambushing humans, and the python longbowmen are also one of the main force, but they are better at long-range strikes.

This densely forested environment is not conducive to the performance of the python longbowmen. They can shoot one arrow with their bows and arrows, but the human mountain infantry and poisonous bee archers have already shot three arrows.

In contrast to the density of firepower, these orcs who were ambushing in the dense forest soon began to riot, and then the formation was chaotic, and some even started to retreat.

These terrain restrictions are too great for them, and many advantages cannot be brought into play at all. In addition, these soldiers are not elite troops, but militiamen recruited temporarily.

Before coming here with weapons, many people even cultivated land in their hometown, and their tactical literacy is not high, let alone military discipline.

After successive heavy casualties, the trend of riots gradually expanded, and even turned into a trend of collapse. Although several low-ranking officers had already called out loudly and organized formations, when these officers were knocked down by the poisonous bee shooter, this The trend of collapsing is irresistible. . .