Lord of the North

boom! boom! boom! boom!

The sound of neat footsteps clearly passed into the ears of the barbarians within a few hundred meters.

The dazzling armor and weapons reflected the afterglow of the setting sun, which brought them tremendous pressure.

Beowulf’s army has five full-managed official main battle regiments and three auxiliary regiments, totaling nearly 40,000 people. This time it directly brought three main battle regiments and one corps, totaling 20,000. about.

They are the most brave and capable army in the North, and at the same time equipped with the most sophisticated weapons in the North, they can almost crush tens of thousands of heavily armed barbarian fighters on the plain battlefield.

Doesn't even need the help of an archer.

This is the powerful army that Beowulf spent four or five years training in the uninterrupted battle with the barbarians in the harsh climate of the Gera Icefield.

This is his pride. He is confident that even if the berserker army trained by Leonidas, a natural soldier, comes, his soldiers are fearless.

Because they all came out step by step in the trial of blood and fire, not those rookies who have experienced few wars.

That's right, in his eyes, the Heroes' Sword Legion and the Defenders Legion, two trump cards that have achieved excellent results in two large-scale wars, are just two groups of rookies.

It may sound very arrogant and even disrespectful, but Beowulf still insists on his point of view.

If the two armies confront each other, he is confident that his army can smash the opponent's defenses within a few hours.

"Tiehao! We have a crisis, here comes."

The warchief was accompanied by a few young soldiers to Tiehao's camp, and pointed to the distant army weakly.

"If you still insist on your imperial dream, I still advise you to wake up, don't you still see the gap between us and the human race?"

If it weren't for the threat of the opponent's longbowman, the warchief might have fled back to Ice City with the army long ago. As for Tiehao's army, let's stay in the decoy.

But exposing his back to a group of troops that can shoot arrows several hundred meters, unless he finds his own death, he will never do so...

"What do you want to say?"

Tiehao walked out of his camp pale, his ribs seemed to be cracked, although this kind of injury could be recovered in more than a month for a strong barbarian.

But it still formed a huge discount on his combat effectiveness, and he can now compare with an ordinary fighter at best.

"Let go of prejudices and get through this difficult time together, otherwise our civilization will come to an end today." The warchief has a solemn face.

"..."

After taking a deep look at the warchief, Tie Hao nodded his head heavily: "Okay! My respectable warchief, you will command this battle."

Although he was unwilling, he was very aware of his shortcomings. It was too easy to be impulsive, and his experience was not as rich as that of the warchief, so this was the best choice.

"If you can give up your dream that is destined to push our race into the abyss, I may pass on to you the position of the next warchief."

The warchief took a deep breath and said earnestly.

"I will not give up. I have seen enough people die in the ice and snow because of insufficient food, and I have seen enough newborns crying helplessly in the wind and snow. If we can't get out of the ice, our race is destined to return. Perish."

Tiehao was unmoved: "Rather than waiting to die in despair, I would rather die on the battlefield."

After speaking, he turned and returned to his army.

In fact, neither of them is wrong. Both are for the continuation of the race, but they have different paths. One is more conservative and the other is more radical.

After reaching an agreement, the barbarians of the two camps quickly moved closer together and formed a defensive formation.

The barbarian with the shield in his hand stood at the forefront, guarding against the sudden arrow of the human on the opposite side. Originally, barbarian warriors would not use a shield.

Because they advocate violence, but since Beowulf invaded the ice sheet with the army, they had to give up their glory and picked up this kind of equipment that did not fit their style.

The other warriors stood behind the shield, looking violently awaiting the order to attack, they were ready to go to death generously.

The lessons of blood and tears over the years have taught them that there is only one dead end for a frontal impact on the human army, but they know that the hope of victory is slim, but in order to return home alive, they are fearless.

"Tusa!"

The warchief suddenly ignored his injury, raised the warhammer in his hand and yelled, the previous wound broke and blood came out again, soaking the bandage on his waist and abdomen.

"Tusa!"

"Tusa!"

"Tusa!"

...

A roar full of energetic, full of warfare sounded, and the morale of the barbarians continued to improve. In the end, everyone seemed to be beaten with blood, and the eyes were full of madness.

"Tusa's people!"

The warchief violently waved the warhammer in his hand and roared: "Go!"

Then the barbarians holding the shield in the front began to cover the people behind them~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and began to slowly advance.

If they did it before, they had already waved the weapons in their hands, Ula Wula's rushed up, and then they were nailed to the ground by the howling arrows before they were halfway there.

This shows the progress of these barbarians.

The human army on the other side is more well-trained, with a flag raised high, symbolizing Jason's White Wolf flag waving in the wind.

"end!"

"Array!"

"The archer is ready!"

After the barbarian advanced a certain distance, a herald standing next to Beowulf violently waved the small flag in his hand.

"Let go!"

Hum! !

A neat hum of bowstrings rang, and thousands of arrows rose into the sky, like a swarm of locusts, and fell on top of the barbarian army.

Immediately one after another barbarians fell, but more people continued to advance bravely and fearlessly.

Finally, after falling down nearly a thousand barbarian warriors, the distance between the two sides was only more than two hundred meters.

"For the glory of our ancestors! For our people!"

"kill!"

The warchief stood up straight under a shield, violently pulled out an arrow from his shoulder, and roared to the sky.

"kill!"

"For the glory of our ancestors!"

"For survival!"

...

The soldier in the front suddenly dropped the shield in his hand, raised the weapon in his hand, and roared towards the steel army formation on the opposite side.

"Lance!!"

boom!

A sharp spear suddenly protruded from behind the shield at the front of the human army, and the whole army turned into a huge hedgehog.

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