Chapter 687: Battle of Silver Moon Castle

Woo——!

The sound of the horn rang out in the wilderness, stirring everyone's nerves.

The neatly dressed orc warriors gathered in front of Silvermoon Castle.

Judging from their appearance alone, they do have the capital to be proud. Their nearly two-meter-tall bodies are even more majestic and majestic after being wrapped in a layer of armor.

The orcs bared their teeth and claws, and shouted insults at the defenders with half-baked Ordo swear words. Their hands were not idle, and they made all kinds of obscene gestures.

Five hundred orc warriors will carry out the assault mission under the leadership of Amur, and more than 500 others will cover them with bows and arrows.

There are several kinds of bows and arrows used by orcs. When riding and shooting on horseback, they use short bows, which are light and flexible, easy to operate, but have a short range and low power.

When they choose to dismount and fight on foot, they will switch to longbows and arrows. Their longbows are similar to those in the human world. They are also nearly the length of an adult man, with a long range and great power, and can even penetrate thinner metal armor.

Amur looked at the tattered fortress and felt a little strange.

In the process of moving westward, they also encountered human warriors who dared to resist.

But in the face of insults, they often shouted back.

The enemies in front of them were silent like stone sculptures, not saying a word.

This made their verbal attacks like a punch on cotton.

"Don't waste your energy."

With a determined mind, Amur raised his hand and the subordinates who were scolding Zheng Huan stopped immediately.

"Warriors on the grassland!"

Before Amur went into battle, he must give a speech to boost morale. Although he thought it was a superfluous move for this battle, he was also a person with a sense of ritual, and he couldn't miss any of the steps that should be taken.

"Under the guidance of the king's tent, we are invincible and victorious all the way. You have seen that those cowardly humans are no match for us at all."

"But look at the pile of rotten stones behind me. There is actually a small group of guys who are overconfident and try to stop the progress of the grassland warriors. It's really laughable."

"And now, I, Amur, your thousand-man captain, will personally lead you to crush these arrogant ants and let them see how fierce the cold wind from the grassland is."

Under his encouragement, the orcs' blood rushed and their eyes shot out surging fighting spirit.

"Kill them!"

"Capture them!"

Everyone raised their weapons in their hands, roared and shouted various slogans, and the muscles on their faces were extremely ferocious.

"Crossbowmen!"

Amur waved his hand.

Ka-ka-ka!

The archers raised their heads and chests and approached Silver Moon Castle. Their steady steps made a huge sound on the ground.

They will use accurate and fierce arrows to suppress the human defenders inside to cover their companions' attack.

Behind the breastwork, Joyce was also nervously watching the enemy approach, and every cell in his body was jumping with excitement.

When he was still a young knight squire, he followed Schroeder to fight against the orcs in the Watcher Fortress.

At that time, the king's tent on the prairie had initially demonstrated its dominance, and tribes of all sizes began to change the previous scattered situation.

Therefore, Joyce knew the powerful combat power of the united orcs.

When the news of the fall of the Watcher Fortress came, he still had a feeling of "this day has finally come".

The things that he once swore to protect with his life have become the enemy's things, and from the Watcher Fortress all the way west, the enemy's iron hoofs have ravaged one kingdom town after another.

The raging anger surged in Joyce's chest.

Looking at the orc archers approaching step by step, he tried to suppress his anger and patiently waited for the other party to enter his effective range.

The 3rd Infantry Battalion of the Arda Army had replaced the 1905 rifle half a year ago. This rifle, which has undergone multiple iterations and finally obtained an official model name, can be said to be a handy killing weapon.

Although the 1905 rifle is still a traditional smoothbore rifle, thanks to the increasingly improved quality control level of Arda Military Industry, this smoothbore rifle can effectively kill the enemy at a distance of 200 yards, and well-trained soldiers can guarantee a hit rate of more than 60% within 90 yards. If the enemy faces the Arda army in a dense formation, the overall hit rate will be further improved.

As for the six 12-pound cannons, they are now all loaded with shotgun shells.

According to the regulations, Joyce should have used artillery to bombard the enemy when it was about one kilometer away from him, so that it could not assemble into an effective formation.

But he planned to take advantage of the orcs' lack of understanding of firearms to make them suffer a great loss. It was undoubtedly a good choice to greet this group of uninvited guests with a rain of iron composed of shotgun shells.

As the orc archers advanced, they finally approached a place about 500 yards from the breastwork.

Joyce still waited patiently until the orc archers approached another 200 yards, followed by orc warriors holding weapons.

The effective range of the orc longbow was about 160 yards. The archers silently estimated the distance, and some had already put arrows on the bow.

Boom!

Boom!

Two flashes of fire suddenly appeared, and huge sounds like muffled thunder rang out continuously.

No mistakes, one sentence, one content, one 6, one book, one bar, one look!

Thick smoke instantly rose from the ruins of Silver Moon Castle, and soon covered the castle.

The orc archers walking in front fell to the ground like being swept by an invisible broom.

The screams of pain sounded almost immediately, and they twisted their bodies and squirmed on the ground, as if they had experienced the cruel punishment of hell.

The shock gripped the brain of the centurion Amur, making it difficult for him to accept it for a while.

"This is impossible!" He thought he was dazzled.

Just now, the first to shoot were the No. 3 and No. 4 gun positions of the Third Battalion of the Arda Army.

Because the distance was so close, the shooting of the shotgun shells achieved a very good effect, and almost one in ten of the orc archers in the first two rows survived.

Although they still didn't understand what was going on, the archers behind them instinctively sensed the danger and reacted quickly. They immediately threw the arrows and turned around and ran away.

This distance was not the best distance for them to shoot, let alone hasty shooting.

The rain of arrows was sparse and no results were achieved.

Boom! Boom!

Two more artillery pieces bombarded, and a large number of orc archers who had turned around fell down again.

"Humans used black magic!"

The orc soldiers who witnessed this scene exclaimed.

But Amur, the general, saw that with the sound of thunder, a large number of black spots shot out from the smoke and hit his own archers.

He immediately realized that the black tubes protruding from the gap in the breastwork were a brand-new weapon.

The four tubes that had already emitted flames retracted, and there seemed to be a human figure swaying behind the smoke.

They must be doing something, and it is very likely that they will not be able to fire a second shot in a short time-he realized this immediately.

"Charge!"

Amur raised his long sword and ordered an attack.

The opportunity cannot be missed. As long as they can survive the remaining two times, they can cross the breastwork and kill the humans hiding behind.

What's more, the soldiers who carried out the assault had thick armor.