Hunter starting from Hunter World

Rumble, rumble!

When the Troll Overseer and his lieutenants came out of the camp, they were shocked to see that the originally calm lake surface suddenly stirred up huge waves for some unknown reason.

Countless small wooden boats that were lit were like stars in the night sky, rushing down with the flood.

Countless ignited grease floats on the water, forming a spectacular scene of water and fire blending together.

What happened? Why did this lake suddenly flood? The troll warlord grabbed a soldier who turned around and ran away and asked loudly.

The latter was obviously frightened and shook his head vigorously: No... I don't know! I don't know what happened. Anyway, suddenly, there was a huge wave on the other side of the lake.

Damn! It's that river! Those humans dug the dams on both sides of the river bank to divert water and irrigate!

The adjutant finally reacted at this time and told the truth in an unbelievable tone.

You must know that humans are one of the very few races in the world who can farm. For them, water conservancy and irrigation facilities often occupy an extremely important position.

Many dams and water conservancy facilities, once built, can often be used for hundreds of years, allowing large areas of farmland to be productive.

Generally speaking, no human tribe would easily destroy irrigation facilities, even if they are occupied by enemies.

But today, Allen has clearly subverted this tradition.

He did not hesitate to order the destruction of the largest irrigation facility in his territory, just to deal the maximum devastating blow to this group of invading trolls.

In just a few minutes, the terrible flood engulfed all the temporary camps near the lake. Together with the trolls who had no time to escape, they all drowned under the flood mixed with silt and gravel.

As for those who were lucky enough to escape the flood coverage, they were not much better.

More than two hundred wooden boats took advantage of the power of the flood and plunged into the dense grass.

Under the influence of the grease, a raging fire ignited within a short time, and spread rapidly, showing the potential of a prairie fire.

Along with the billowing smoke and red fire, many troll warriors were accidentally surrounded by the spreading sea of ​​​​fire in their panic. In the end, they were either burned alive or choked to death.

Seeing that the entire camp had fallen into complete chaos, the warlord, no matter how stupid he was, realized that this was a premeditated and despicable sneak attack. He immediately wanted to put up the flag symbolizing the Amani Empire and return the panicked troll warriors to Get organized.

After all, there is a lake and flooded swamp behind them. As long as they turn around and get water to prevent the fire from spreading near the shore, they can successfully survive this crisis.

Unfortunately, Allen had obviously expected this.

Before the warlord could gather many people, Ignaus, who had just dug up the embankment, led two thousand cavalry to cross over from behind, killing the troll warriors who were running around in panic without restraint.

Allen, who had been ambushing on the other side, also led the horse archers to join the battle, constantly pouring arrows into the densely populated areas.

Since most of the trolls who woke up from their sleep had not had time to put on armor, pick up weapons and shields when they were fleeing the flood, they were like wheat being harvested by a scythe.

The moment the arrows fell, they all fell to the ground and screamed in agony.

Suddenly, this troll army with tens of thousands of powerful warriors suffered successive attacks from floods, fire attacks, cavalry charges, and volleys of bows and arrows in less than half an hour.

If it were a cold weapon war in ancient times on Earth, more than 90% of the army would definitely collapse on the spot, eventually evolving into a large-scale rout and pursuit.

But what is incredible is that the Amani troll army did not collapse.

Just the opposite!

Regardless of whether they are those guys who have been hit by several poisonous arrows and cannot even control their limbs, or the unlucky ones with terrible burns all over their bodies, they will be the last ones to rush towards the position of the human cavalry before they die. .

Once he runs up to him, he will immediately jump up with all his strength, take off the rider from the horse, and pin him to the ground.

Either strangle the opponent to death with both hands, or pierce the enemy's throat or eyes with sharp and sharp fangs.

In short, the closer they are to despair and death, the crazier they become.

And this madness has also caused a lot of casualties to humans.

Especially those young people who went to the battlefield to fight trolls for the first time were often so frightened that they dared not move as soon as they met, and were killed mercilessly.

The difference between an experienced warrior and a rookie was clearly demonstrated at this moment.

fortunately!

As the aggressive side, Allen firmly holds the initiative.

After discovering that the troll began to engage in a frantic counterattack before its death, he immediately issued a retreat order.

With the ear-piercing sound of arrows streaking across the sky above his head, Ignaus quickly evacuated the battlefield as agreed, turned around and disappeared into the vast night.

After Allen briefly covered the friendly forces, he also walked through the intentionally left passage behind him through the endless sea of ​​​​fire, and left safely under the eyes of the crazy troll, leaving only a messy camp and corpses everywhere. And there are enemies who are full of anger but have nowhere to vent.

This long-planned raid directly resulted in the tragic deaths of more than 18,000 troll warriors, and more than 16,000 were still missing. It is not known whether they died or were swallowed by the flood and became the bottom of the lake. Food for fishmen.

Taking advantage of his familiarity with the terrain, Allen successfully cut the number of trolls in half.

The only pity is that this raid did not successfully break into the camp where the troll warlord was located, and it also did not kill many witch doctors, priests and mystics.

Otherwise, the war should be over by now.

Relying on the position of the stars in the sky to determine the direction, the two human cavalry quickly met in an abandoned village more than 30 kilometers away from the incident site.

Ignaus took off his helmet and didn't care about his face blackened by the thick smoke. He laughed wildly and said: Hahahaha! So happy! This is the first time I've grown up and killed a troll so easily. No wonder the emperor killed it so easily. Your Majesty said, your mind is filled with endless knowledge, and outsiders can use it for life even if they only learn a little bit. Why have I never thought about using various complex terrains before?

Actually, in the Alterac Mountains, it's easier to use the terrain than plains, grasslands, and hills. Usually, an avalanche is enough to wipe out all the incoming trolls. Allen also took off his helmet to reveal a smoked face. Black face.

In fact, it was not just the two of them, but also all the soldiers behind them. Even some white horses had their hair blackened by smoke.

The only good thing is that due to the wind direction, the black smoke and dust that everyone inhales is not too much, and it should not cause serious respiratory and lung diseases.

In comparison, those trolls trapped in the sea of ​​fire are hard to say.

Avalanche? Ignaus's eyes instantly lit up.

Obviously, as a highlander, he has seen many avalanches with his own eyes, and he understands how terrible the destructive power that seemingly harmless white snow can cause once it starts to roll down from a high place.

It was a natural disaster more dangerous and terrifying than floods.

Since floods can cause such staggering losses to trolls, why not avalanches?

Inspired by Allen, Ignaus seemed to have opened the door to a new world, his eyes shining with excitement.

Why must we fight hard?

Why can't we use everything around us that can be used?

Seeing that this middle-aged man who had spent half his life in the war finally came to his senses, Allen showed an expression of relief on his face.

To be honest, he is quite dissatisfied with the current tactical quality of the senior officials of the Arathor Empire.

Except for Arturia and Thoradin, two people who had received an education in military thought across the ages, there was no one who could actually fight.

Military aristocrats are a little better, at least they know how to organize troops, but they are also very rigid in fighting, and they can only serve as middle and lower-level officers at best.

As for the nobles who were transformed from tribal leaders and elders, they are simply a bunch of losers. They can only yell and then rush forward in a chaotic manner, no different from fighting with street gangsters.

In comparison, the young men trained by Imperial Emperor Thoradin are quite good, but unfortunately, since they have not yet had the opportunity to lead an army alone, there is currently a serious shortage of generals with command capabilities on the human side.

It would definitely be a good thing if Ignaus, the leader of the Highlanders who Thoradin relied heavily on, could stand out.

In this way, while taking a break, the two of them privately exchanged their thoughts on tactics, tactics, and the mixed application of multiple arms.

Allen got a lot of useful information about the Ultralant Mountains, and Ignaus got the advanced concepts of modern people on earth about war.

When it was almost three or four o'clock in the morning in the middle of the night, they all got up and woke up the soldiers who had been lying on the ground for five or six hours. Then they collectively got on their horses and headed towards the troll army's camp.

After working for a long time to extinguish the grassland fire, the surviving trolls were now exhausted. They simply forgot to arrange for people to keep watch, and they all fell to the ground and fell asleep.

They were so tired that they didn't feel the vibration of the ground and the crisp sound of horse hooves.

The most important thing is that the troll warlord did not expect that after launching a despicable sneak attack, Allen would launch a second one in the last half hour before dawn.

As expected, the originally peaceful camp was once again trampled to pieces by the iron hooves of the human cavalry.

Accompanied by cold blades and arrows, thousands of trolls turned into cold corpses before they woke up from their sleep.

Some were even trampled alive by horses' hooves and turned into pulp.

Moreover, Ailu was not interested in fighting. He simply killed through the entire camp and then walked away under the cover of the last darkness before dawn, leaving those troll warriors who got up from the ground and clutched their weapons to death in the cold wind. .

Raid!

retreat!

Another raid!

Retreat again!

In just one day and one night, his fear and fear of human cavalry was deeply ingrained in the memory of the troll.

In the next few days, the Troll Warlord acted as if he was suffering from a mental illness. He scattered a large number of headhunters day and night to prevent another sudden attack.

The army did not dare to move too fast every day, and the marching speed was as slow as a snail.

But what made him feel depressed was that Allen seemed to have expected this situation long ago and never launched even a large-scale attack.

At best, the horse archers are divided into small teams of dozens of people, specifically hunting down the troll sentries scattered around the periphery.

Five days later, the angry trolls finally arrived at what they thought was their destination in a state of hunger and exhaustion.

However, when he saw the three-layered defense facilities and the densely packed arrow towers that looked like hedgehogs, the warlord felt that his heart sank to the bottom in an instant.

This TM and the dilapidated wooden fortress mentioned by the Deadwood Tribe are two completely different things, okay!

Although it was also made of wood and earth, the city in front of me had four layers of inner and outer walls, with narrow passages like a maze in between each layer.

Even if you break through the first floor, there will still be a second and third floor waiting behind you.

Humans can condescendingly attack intruders located between the two walls.

It is estimated that if thousands of people are not killed, there is no hope of being able to rush into the city.

In addition, the rapid water flow of the moat is also a big problem.

You must know that many of the tools and weapons carried by the troll were lost that night not long ago. There is no way to build too many engineering tools.

Through a simple monocular, Allen clearly saw the waxy expression on the face of the troll warlord. He couldn't help laughing and taunting: That guy thought he could easily break through my fortress when he got here? What on earth did he give? His courage and confidence?

Because this troll army has no retreat. It can either capture this fortress and seize enough food and a stronghold to stay, or it will be wiped out by us on the way forward or backward by our continuous bleeding. If it were me, I would also I will choose the former. At least there is still a glimmer of hope to turn defeat into victory. Ignaus shrugged his shoulders very easily.

Because at this moment, the number of Chengwai trolls no longer has an overwhelming advantage, and he is not worried about the opponent attacking the city at all.

As for the siege…

I'm afraid that before the food in the city is exhausted, all the trolls who don't carry much supplies will starve to death.

What's more, Emperor Thoradin is not a vegetarian.

After gathering enough vassals, he would immediately march northward and deliver a fatal blow to the enemy from behind.

Use the body and head of the troll to declare to the world that the human empire Arathor is not a soft persimmon that can be manipulated casually.