Rumble!

When the troll governor and his adjutant came out of the camp, they suddenly saw the originally calm lake surface, and for some reason they suddenly burst into huge waves.

Countless lit wooden boats rushed down with the flood like stars in the night sky.

Countless ignited oil floated on the water surface, forming a large and spectacular scene of water and fire fusion.

"What happened? Why did this lake suddenly flood?" The troll general grabbed a soldier who turned around and fled and asked loudly.

The latter was obviously frightened and hurriedly shook his head hard: "No...I don't know! I don't know what's going on. Anyway, suddenly, a huge wave was stirring up on the other side of the lake."

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

At this time, the adjutant finally reacted and told the truth in an incredible tone.

You should know that humans are the very few races in the world that can cultivate. For them, water conservancy and irrigation facilities often occupy an extremely important position.

Once built, many dams and water conservancy facilities can often be used for hundreds of years, allowing large areas of farmland to produce abundant yields.

Generally speaking, no human tribe will easily destroy water irrigation facilities, even if they are occupied by the enemy.

But today, Allen obviously subverted this tradition.

Without hesitation, he ordered the destruction of the largest water irrigation facility in his territory, just to give the invading trolls the greatest devastating blow.

The terrible flood swallowed all the temporary camps near the lake in just a few minutes, and all the trolls who had no time to escape were drowned under the flood mixed with silt and gravel.

As for those who escaped from the flood coverage, they were not much better.

More than 200 wooden boats, with the help of the flood, plunged into the dense grass.

Under the action of oil, a raging fire ignited within a short while and it spread rapidly to show a prairie fire.

Accompanied by the rolling smoke and red firelight, many troll warriors were accidentally surrounded by the spreading sea of ​​fire in panic, and eventually they were either burned to death or choked to death.

Seeing that the entire camp had completely fallen into chaos, the governor realized that this was a premeditated and despicable sneak attack, and immediately wanted to raise the banner that symbolized the Amani Empire and reorganize the panicked troll warriors.

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

Unfortunately, Allen obviously had expected this.

Before the generals could gather many people, Ignaus, who had just dug the embankment, led two thousand cavalrymen to penetrate from behind and unscrupulously killed the troll warriors who were panicking and running around.

Alan, who had been ambushing on the other side, also led the archers to join the battle, constantly pouring rain of arrows into places with dense crowds.

Because when avoiding the flood just now, most of the trolls who woke up from their sleep did not have time to put on armor, pick up weapons and shields, so it was like wheat harvested by a sickle.

The moment the arrow rain fell, they fell to the ground and screamed in great pain.

In a moment, this army of trolls with tens of thousands of powerful warriors suffered consecutive attacks from floods, fire attacks, cavalry charges and bows and arrows in less than half an hour.

If it were the cold weapon war in ancient Earth, more than 90% of the troops would definitely collapse on the spot, and eventually evolved into large-scale defeat and pursuit.

But it is incredible that the Armani Trolls' army did not collapse.

Just the opposite!

Whether it is the guys who are in the body with several poison arrows, not even under control of their limbs, or the unlucky guys with terrible burns all over the top and bottom, they will rush towards the position where the human cavalry is before they die.

Once you run to the front, you will immediately jump up with all your strength, take off the rider from the horse's back, and press it tightly to the ground.

Either strangle the opponent with both hands, or stab the enemy's throat or eyes with sharp fangs.

Anyway, the more they are on the verge of despair and death, the more crazy they will become.

And this madness has also caused considerable casualties to humans.

Especially those young people who go to the battlefield for the first time to fight with trolls are often scared and dare not move when they meet, but are killed mercilessly.

The difference between a warrior with rich experience in killing and a rookie is fully reflected at this moment.

fortunately!

As the side that takes the initiative, Allen firmly grasps the initiative.

After discovering that the trolls began to fall into a crazy counterattack before their death, they made a quick decision to issue a retreat order.

Accompanied by the harsh arrows passing by the sky above my head, Ignaus quickly withdrew from the battlefield as agreed, and turned around and disappeared into the vast night.

After Alan covered his friendly troops a little, he also followed the passage behind him that deliberately left behind through the endless sea of ​​fire, leaving behind safely under the eyes of the crazy troll, leaving only a messy camp, corpses everywhere, and enemies who were full of anger but had nowhere to vent.

This long-planned raid directly caused the tragic deaths of more than 18,000 troll warriors, and more than 16,000 were missing. I don’t know if they were dead or swallowed by the flood, turning them into food for fishmen at the bottom of the lake.

With the advantage of familiarizing the terrain, Allen successfully cut nearly half of the troll army.

The only shame is that this raid did not successfully break into the camp where the troll governor was located, and at the same time, it did not kill many witch doctors, priests and secret mages.

Otherwise, the war would have ended here.

Relying on the positions of the stars in the sky to distinguish the direction, the two human cavalry soon met in an abandoned village more than 30 kilometers away from the scene of the incident.

Ignaus took off his helmet, didn't care about the face that was blackened by thick smoke, and laughed wildly: "Hahahaha! It's so good! It's the first time I've grown up to kill trolls. No wonder His Majesty the Emperor said that your mind contains endless knowledge, and even if outsiders only learned a little, they can benefit for life. Why have I never thought about using various complex terrains before?"

"In fact, it is easier to use terrain than plains, grasslands and hills in the Ultra Range. Usually, an avalanche is enough to wipe out the rampant trolls." Allen also took off his helmet and revealed a blackened face.

In fact, not only the two of them, but also all the soldiers behind them. Even some white horses had their hair a little blackened.

The only thing that is thankful is that due to the wind direction, everyone inhales not much black smoke and dust, which should not lead to serious respiratory and lung diseases.

In contrast, it is hard to say about the trolls trapped in the sea of ​​fire.

"Avalanche?" Ignaus's eyes lit up instantly.

Obviously, as a highlander, he had seen many avalanches with his own eyes. He understood how terrible destructive the white snow that seemed to be unthreatening could cause once it began to roll down from a high place.

It was a natural disaster that was more dangerous and terrible than floods.

Since floods can cause such amazing losses to trolls, why can't the avalanche be?

Inspired by Allen, Ignaus seemed to open the door to a new world, and his eyes were shining with excitement.

Why do you have to fight hard in war?

Why can't we use everything around us?

Seeing that this middle-aged man who had spent half his life in war finally got enlightened, Allen showed a look of relief on his face.

To be honest, he is quite dissatisfied with the current tactical qualities of the senior leaders of the Araso Empire.

Except for Artoria and Soladin, two people who received cross-age military ideological education, there was not even a single one who could really fight.

The nobles of military merits can be slightly better. At least they know how to arrange troops, but they are very rigid in fighting. At best, they can only be used as middle and lower-level officers.

As for the nobles who were transformed from tribal leaders and elders, they were simply a group of wine bags, and they could only shout and then rushed up in a mess, no difference from street hooligans fighting.

In contrast, the young people trained by the imperial emperor Soladin are good, but unfortunately, since there is no chance to lead troops alone, the human side is currently seriously lacking a general with command capabilities.

It would be a good thing if Ignaus, a highlander leader who is deeply trusted by Soladin, could stand out.

In this way, while they were resting, the two privately exchanged their experiences on the mixed application of tactics, tactics and multiple arms.

Allen got a lot of useful information about the Ultraland Mountains from it, while Ignaus obtained the advanced concepts of war by modern people on earth.

When it was almost three or four o'clock in the morning in the middle of the night, they stood up and woke up the soldiers who had been sleeping on the ground for five or six hours, and then collectively turned over and marched towards the camp of the troll army.

Because he had been busy for a long time to put out the fire in the grassland, the surviving trolls were exhausted and forgot to arrange for people to keep watch. They all fell to the ground and slept soundly.

They were so tired that they didn't feel the vibrations on the ground and the crisp sounds of horse hooves.

The most important thing is that the Troll Governor never expected that after launching a despicable sneak attack, Allen would launch a second time in the last half hour before dawn.

As a result, the originally peaceful camp was once again shattered by the iron hooves of 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 into meat paste by horse hooves.

Moreover, Ai Lu did not love to fight. After just killing through the entire camp, he used the cover of the last darkness before dawn to hang the troll warriors who had climbed up from the ground and grabbed their weapons and wanted to fight to death in the cold wind.

Raid!

retreat!

Raid again!

Retreat again!

In just one day and one night, his fear and fear of human cavalry were deeply impressed into the memory of the trolls.

In the next few days, the troll generals were like crazy, and they kept scattering a large number of headhunters day and night to prevent them from being attacked again.

The army dared not walk 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 a long time ago and never launched even a large-scale attack.

At best, they just divide the archers into dozens of people and a team, specifically hunting down the troll sentries scattered on the periphery.

Five days later, the trolls, who were full of anger, finally arrived at their considered destination in a hungry and exhausted state.

But when he saw the three floors inside and three floors outside, as well as the dense arrow towers, the governor felt his heart sinking to the bottom of the valley in an instant.

This TM is completely different from the worn-out wooden fortress mentioned by the Kumu Tribe, okay!

Although it was also made of wood and soil, the city wall in front of us had four layers of inside and outside, with each layer being separated by a narrow passage like a maze.
To be continued...