Popular science physics, teach a magic god?

At the cost of the lives of three giants, the remaining giants were able to approach the fortress built by humans on the other side of the river beach.

These five-story fortresses and walls are not chasms that the orcs can climb over at will.

For the Giants, it's a different concept.

At close range, the crossbows and artillery did not have enough shooting angles, so the giants were able to swing their huge wooden clubs and destroy the weak iron gates and walls unscrupulously.

After a morning of fierce fighting, the humans were defeated miserably. After thousands of corpses were left behind, tens of thousands of orcs swarmed through the huge gap created.

When they rushed through the fortress, they unexpectedly fell into a huge fog.

Seventy or eighty thousand orcs were stupidly unable to find the north. When the thick fog cleared, they were surprised to find that they were surrounded by more than two hundred thousand troops.

The human army formed an array on a huge "barbican city" built with sand.

This scene is outrageous!

Three-story-high sandbags are built into a standard trapezoid. To be honest, the orcs can easily climb up this temporary defense line if they really want to.

What really horrified the orc commander was that this was not a project that could be accomplished in a short time.

The vast wasteland they were standing on covered an area of ​​at least 300,000 square meters. To build a temporary 'barbican city' around such a large area, how many civilians would be required to work in advance?

The orc commander couldn't figure it out.

Anyway, the densely packed human spearmen, sword and shield soldiers scattered all over the top of the urn city are not easy to mess with at first sight.

And the fog just now was weird. Don’t humans have no magicians?

Where did they get so many warlocks?

"Don't be afraid! Let the giants and trolls attack -" The commander's order was not incorrect.

The only thing he miscalculated was the human response.

Directly opposite to the south, a large group of dark clouds gathered in the sky at some point.

At this time, the dark clouds had passed over the heads of Barbarossa's infantry and came to the top of the giant team in front of the wasteland.

A premonition of impending disaster suddenly spread in the heart of Chief Yangbalu Barbarian Claw, who commanded the orc army.

"Retreat! Let the giant retreat!" He roared immediately, but it was still too late.

I saw a series of thick purple-blue thunder falling from the sky, instantly above the giant's head.

Almost in the blink of an eye, nine giants turned into large black carbon men on the spot.

This was just the beginning, hundreds of large fireballs flew out from another array to the south.

They were like a shower of meteors and fire, falling densely on the war troll cluster not far behind the giant, and exploded right in the midst of the troll warriors.

There was a loud rumble, and the orcs sandwiched between the trolls suddenly flew into pieces.

But the real horror is that the extremely flammable trolls are affected in the blink of an eye.

In the past, a squadron of spearmen could not kill a single troll. Now, these green-skinned monsters that gave Barbarossa people such headaches have turned into human-shaped torches that keep screaming.

They flopped and rolled on the ground desperately, but no matter how hard they struggled, their proud regeneration ability did not work at all.

Within two minutes of jumping around, these familiar trolls stopped moving.

Behind the sandbag embankment, countless catapults and artillery opened fire.

The arrows that poured down like a torrential rain opened hundreds of large craters on the ground. The rocks that were blown away fell like hail on the heads of the surrounding orcs, and for a while they screamed.

The remaining orcs fell into extreme panic. They scrambled to run back, trying to escape through the damaged fortress wall.

But nothing is so cheap.

A large amount of flammable materials were prepared for the fortress early in the morning. As the catapults threw fire bombs into the fortress, the entire fortress suddenly turned into a purgatory of flames, blocking the only way for the orcs to escape.

I can't escape but can't escape, I can't rush but can't rush forward.

Every time the orcs tried to rush up to the wall made of sandbags, they would be baptized by arrows and attacked collectively by spearmen. Once any place is too dense, they will be immediately beaten by the human mage group.

In less than three hours, the orc army that was originally enough to harm several provinces was completely wiped out.

That night, Emperor Barbarossa, five hundred kilometers away, received a battle report from the Pegasus Knights.

"A great victory! A great victory at the Angri River Bank on the Red Blood River!"

"Marshal Valus led two hundred thousand elites to annihilate the orc invasion army in one fell swoop, killing 12 giants, 318 war trolls, and beheading more than 80,000 people!"

"The head is on its way to the Imperial Capital!"

The news was so shocking that the people in Barbarossa's capital fell into a brief daze.

It was such a great victory! ?

You heard that right!

In the past, when the orcs invaded the south, did they not suffer a tragic victory?

Don't even think about it until 20, 300,000 people die.

Could it be a false battle report?

A passing noble loudly asked the knight who delivered the message: "What are our battle losses?"

"Less than three thousand people!"

“Hiss——” I don’t know how many people were at a loss after hearing this.

Everyone knows that Varus is a very powerful commander, but the last time he led troops, he couldn't achieve such an incredible battle loss ratio!

Suddenly a piece of news came that was not considered gossip.

"I heard that Lord Varus brought with him a group of newly trained mages from the Physics School this time."

"Isn't it? How long has it been?"

"But the legendary Archmage Tesla is the best mage in the world at training magic apprentices!"

"No matter what, it's too fast!"

Not to mention the public's suspicion, even Barbarossa XIII, who received the news 'first time', was a little skeptical about life.

He picked up the battle report and checked it over and over again, but he didn't see any flaws.

Deliberately showing weakness to the enemy, luring the enemy deeper, and then using the mage group to knock out the opponent's giant and troll troops as the spearhead in one fell swoop, and finally taking the opportunity to counterattack in one fell swoop.

A set of strategies that can be described as a classic among classics.

A group of important officials circulated the battle report, and everyone felt as happy as falling into a dream.

It was the palace minister who spoke: "Congratulations, Your Majesty! Congratulations to the Barbarossa Empire!"

The important ministers all echoed: "Congratulations, Your Majesty!"

Amidst the warm congratulations, the old emperor came back to his senses and saw that his face was radiant. He looked so different from an old man in his sixties: "Send the order to Valus to start a counterattack according to plan No. 3."

The messenger lowered his head and said: "Your Majesty, Marshal Valus has launched a counterattack after sending the letter."

The Grand Knight Crassus came out: "Your Majesty, this opportunity cannot be missed. I suggest using all mobile forces to recover the five northern provinces in one fell swoop."

It was the old palace minister who poured cold water on him: "No, Your Majesty. We are not prepared to supply food and grass for a large-scale counterattack. Why not, after defeating the main force of the orcs, first see if the mage towers in the capitals of the provinces closest to us can still be used." .”

The captains of the knights bared their teeth.

This is a great opportunity!

Why is it that the logistics stretch my hips?

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ps: The temperature has dropped in the past two days, and the author has a slight cold, so there are few updates. Oh, everyone, please take care of yourself.