Section 39 Clip attack

"Food...ogreat!" a goblin shouted in fear. The distance between the two sides was too close, so close that they could not even escape. The boss of the Iron immediately realized that the ogre was approaching quietly with the cover of the cannon and the fighting shouts.

Whether it is the dwarf or the green skin, they all know the ogre race. Not to mention a smart war commander like the Iron Boss, even an ordinary orc boy understands that a group of ogres quietly approaching you will never mean anything good. Especially these ogres are fully armed, wearing brand new armor, holding huge warhammers, and having that classic ogre-like smile on their faces. The Iron Boss knows this kind of smile - when the ogres look at food (that is, fresh meat), they usually show this greedy and joyful expression.

Then the ogre launched a charge.

The ogre is twice as tall as the tallest orc, and is more than six times the heaviest orc. It is covered with steel all over the body, and the fat belly is covered with a huge stomach shield. When this giant creature launches a charge, it is not so much an attack, but rather an unstoppable landslide that it is an unstoppable landslide that cannot be stopped. The green skinned people all know that ogres are mercenaries who can afford high commissions, and they are very terrible enemies on the battlefield. The warriors among the ogres (usually called "Pangniang") can stop a chariot with their belly, defeat the entire squadron with their own strength, and can easily kill the strongest fighter in the team. When the "Pangniang" wears a full set of armor, they are called "Iron Stomach" and become elite soldiers that make any enemy tremble.

Although Greenskin is a very warlike creature, they dare not fight the ogre easily. To be honest, Greenskin will choose to hire ogres as much as possible instead of being enemies with them.

But if you really encounter ogres on the battlefield, the only feasible way is to flood them with an overwhelming number of troops or drive them out of the battlefield. Usually, this means at least ten times more troops than ogres. And this number refers to orcs, not goblins. As for snot spirits, don't count on them.

The Iron Boss originally had this force, but his trouble was that almost all the troops were sent to the front line to beat the dwarves. At this moment, the Iron Boss's troops were not even as many as ogres, and most of them were still those smart-minded and not very strong-armed goblins - goblins usually gathered around the boss and racked their brains to provide advice to the boss as a reference.

Although Boss Tien is a war commander who is confident in his mind and muscles, he also understands that he has no hope of winning in this situation. His question is whether he can escape.

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The battle at the edge of the trench is coming to an end. The dwarves still have the advantage and have not been difficult to resist the attack of Green Skin. But this situation is about to change. This is all due to the green Skins that fell into the trench before - being pierced, the killed green Skins have filled the bottom of the trench, which makes the newly fallen green Skins fall on the dead companions (or the undead companions). With the cover of this "carpet", they will not be pierced by wooden stakes and can try to break through the dwarves' defense in a much better state. And as this carpet becomes thicker, sooner or later, the green Skins can rush to the dwarves' positions without any obstacles.

The cannons had given up using barrage to stop the efforts of the Greenskin's right-hand troops. All cannons were replaced with shotguns and began to provide fire support to the soldiers on the front line. Although the shotguns were shooting close, whenever these shells were fired, they could always sweep a large area of ​​Greenskin. No armor could withstand these terrifying metal fragments. Combined with musket bullets, at least half of the greenskins rushed over fell on their charge path.

However, the fanaticism of magic still boiled in Greenskin's blood and refused to dissipate. Despite the face of such powerful firepower, Greenskins still continued to go on and without any wavering.

The helicopters in the sky were hovering anxiously. The helicopter was originally equipped with light cannons for firing, but in order to extend the air stagnation time of the plane, all the light cannons of the Avengers were removed this time. So the pilot could only watch the changes in the war situation on the ground, and listened to the sound of roaring and collision of weapons coming from the ground.

The dwarves are still persevering, but how long can they last? The green-skinned army is like a green torrent that is almost impossible to see the end, rushing towards the thin defense line of the dwarves. Even dense artillery fire cannot make the river look sparse.

Further afield, the shamans wearing various strange masks and cloaks of scattered cloaks have already rested and started preparing for the second round of spell casting. They have already started to twist their butts to make various dance moves. Even though the dwarf drivers don’t know much about magic, they are sure that these shamans are definitely not dancing to liven up the atmosphere on the scene. Currently, the ones that are attacking the dwarf’s front are still those who have no formation and rely on a fanatical scattering. But soon, the green-skinned phalanxes that form the combat formation will approach the dwarf’s defense. Although these phalanxes have been severely damaged by cannons and muskets, they still maintain their formation and are about to make the most powerful blow. The dwarf’s front is about to face a severe test, a key to determining the outcome.

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Mant Bergman waved his axe, split a climbing goblin in half, and then retried the axe to separate the other goblin's head from its mouth. Taking advantage of the brief gap between the battles, he paid attention to his team. So far, no dwarf fell in his team, but he could not guarantee the other team. He could see that the great casting master Ash Rufate had also entered the battle with his Hammer Warrior Guard - in the most dangerous position, in the main attack direction of Greenskin. The master waved the Greenskin disaster, and was invincible under the sword light. He and his guard completely curbed Greenskin's offensive.

Mante Bergman turned around and began his life. The dwarves blocked a surging green wave like a rock connected, but the repeated chopping and slaughtering made Mante's arms begin to feel tired. The iron armor on his body seemed to weigh several tons at this time. Although he tried his best to make himself full of vitality and used yelling to arouse his subordinates' belief in fighting, his movements inevitably slowed down.

Greenskin's offensive did not gradually collapse and disintegrate like the battles he had experienced. In fact, the Greenskin's real main attack power was approaching them. The Greenskin's team was arranged in dense square formations, roaring wildly and rushing towards the front. The trench in front of the dwarf had been filled with Greenskin's corpses, which made no obstacles between the two sides.

A timely shot shot from Mante's position behind him, and a gap was directly blasted on the opposite Greenskin square formation. The metal storm formed a fan, and none of the greenskins swept inside were spared. But the orc boys behind him immediately filled the gap. The greenskins began to push their shields in front of them, running faster and faster. Mante knew what the Greenskins wanted to do, and these Greenskins tried to use their numerical advantages to collide with the dwarves' defensive formation from the front, making the battle eventually a melee. Then, relying on their superior forces to eliminate the fragmented and scattered dwarves and fighting on their own.

"waaaagh..." the greens roared. There was nothing to stop them now, and all the orc boys' minds were filled with the craze of victory and slaughter. The dwarves raised their shields and prepared silently to face the most dangerous wave of shock.

"Mustrator, shoot three shots in a row!" Mante heard the great founder Ash Rufat shouting, and the shouts resounded throughout the battlefield like a lion.

A wave of bullets hit the charge of Green Skin as violently as a rainstorm. The shields and armor could not protect them, and Green Skins rushed in front fell one after another. The second wave of bullets followed one after another, and before the Green Skins came to their senses, a large number of them were knocked to the ground. The third wave of bullets hit their heads at the last few dozen steps of the Green Skins, completely disrupting the Green Skins' steps. The Green Skins' lack of discipline is undoubtedly manifested. After their dense square formation was disrupted, they could not gather again at the last distance, and then scatteredly hit the dwarf's defense line.

Almost no dwarf noticed the green skin in the air flickering and condensed into the shape of a big foot. No one noticed that the great caster Ash Rufate suddenly raised his sword in a short moment before the battle, and kept the stiff posture without moving for several seconds. The green light dissipated harmlessly, and the magic that would have caused huge damage eventually turned into some inconspicuous green spots of light, landed on the edge of the dwarf's position, or simply fell on the dwarf's shield armor, without even scratching the itch, and few people even found it.

Now, Mante Bergman has stood in formation with his subordinates. The scattered collision of green skin has not played any effect, but has only given the dwarves more opportunities to attack. Groups of kids were cut down, and the dwarves' refined weapons were slashed endlessly. They were like hard and tenacious reefs, blocking the green tide without retreating. The most threatening wave of green skin's offensive has been disintegrated, and the green death craze can no longer shake the solid dam composed of steel and flesh. The dwarves understand that they have seen the dawn of victory.

At this moment, the butcher warriors were still fighting against the combination of flanks and trolls. And they had unexpectedly gained an advantage. More than half of the trolls had been killed, and their ugly heads were cut off one by one by one by the butchers.

The Greenskins have lost the possibility of using their formation to break the dwarf's defense line in one fell swoop. Under the repeated attacks of the dwarf's powerful long-range firepower, the Greenskins have been greatly damaged. The fanaticism caused by magic has faded at this time, and the morale of the Greenskins has been greatly affected. The previous fanaticism and indomitable journey have been increasingly replaced by fatigue and hopelessness.

They are still fighting, but the possibility of breaking through the dwarf front at one time no longer exists. The Greenskin Warriors have returned to the first battle situation, and it is also the most common situation in the Dwarfs and Greenskin Wars - the War of Attrition. They are waiting to rely on their number advantage to consume the dwarfs' combat power little by little with their number. In fact, if all this continues, they will be able to do this sooner or later, after all, their numerical advantage is too great. But at this time, at the other end of the battlefield, the ogre has destroyed the Greenskin Rear Army, and the Iron Boss and his shamans have disappeared under the death storm caused by these giant creatures.

Then, suddenly, the Greenskins found that the sound of cannons had stopped. But this was not good news. The dwarfs stopped shooting to avoid accidentally injuring their friendly forces - because at this time, the ogres had already arrived at the rear of the Greenskin's main force and immediately launched an attack. The Tiewei used a fierce charge to tear a big hole in the Greenskin's front line without any trouble.

The hammer and the anvil finally hit each other.

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The ground was full of killing green-skinned corpses.

The white-handed boss stood on a big rock, looking at his own prisoners ahead. The prisoners were dropped and were waiting for the winner's decision. Their life and death were now in control of the white-handed boss's palm.

This is already the last Greenskin tribe that has the ability to resist. However, the white-handed boss still easily proved how stupid this resistance is.

"Let me know... I'm the boss of the vain..." The boss of the vain, as usual, surrendered to these guys who could breathe. No green skin would make a second choice under this situation. After a while, the boss of the vain added another subordinate of the Thousand Numbers.
Chapter completed!