Chapter 688: Battle of Silver Moon Castle 2

"Warriors of the prairie! Charge!"

Amul raised his sword and rushed forward.

Although humans inflicted heavy casualties on the archers in incomprehensible ways, the desperadoes under his command were still fierce. Under the leadership of their commanders, they took long strides and roared to charge.

The orcs wearing heavy armor trampled the slope, and the humans behind the parapet even felt the ground shaking faintly.

Behind the Arda soldiers were soldiers from other kingdoms standing with spears in their hands. They had not yet recovered from the shock of the scene just now.

The orcs' arrows were fierce and accurate, and they once left an indelible and terrifying impression on them.

In the previous battles, no matter how strict their formation was, they would be destroyed by rounds of arrows.

But now, the fearsome archers seem to have met their nemesis.

It was a weapon called artillery by the people in the northwest. It spit out terrible tongues of fire forward, and those devil-like big men fell down one by one, lying on the ground and wailing.

But the orcs wearing armor rushed up again. Are the weapons of the northwest people still useful?

"Fire!"

Accompanied by tongues of flames and explosive sounds, countless gray-white flowers bloomed in front of the parapet, forming a wall of smoke in a moment, blocking the entire front of Silver Moon Castle.

The orcs who rushed within a hundred meters received the first volley of musketry from Arda's army, and were immediately beaten to their knees.

The strong armor did not work as expected, and was torn apart like fragile cloth in front of the rapidly shooting lead bullets.

Clusters of blood mist erupted from the majestic bodies that the orcs were proud of, and then they were knocked to the ground by the huge kinetic energy.

As a commander, Amul felt panic in his heart.

Just now, he caught out of the corner of his eye that the back of the head of a soldier running in front of him suddenly flew up, his head turned into an indescribable mass, and his body fell to the ground out of control.

Amul instinctively fell down immediately, and a small object stained with fresh blood rolled in front of him.

He reached out and picked it up, with a look of disbelief on his face.

This small thing should be made of metal. It can be seen that it was originally a relatively regular round shape, but now it is somewhat irregular. It must have been knocked by the skull of one of his subordinates.

Such an inconspicuous little piece of metal, not as sharp as an arrowhead, could easily take the life of an orc warrior?

At this time, a pungent smell that seemed to be bad but not bad penetrated into his nostrils, choking him and making him dizzy for a while.

He reacted, turned around and shouted, "Lie down!"

Before he finished speaking, there was a sudden burst of fire in the thick smoke ahead.

Now Amul knew what was hurting them, those deadly little bullets whizzing through the air.

puff! puff!

Many soldiers who had not yet had time to lie down were hit, and Amul was heartbroken.

Faced with a terrifying weapon unknown to mankind, he had to make a painful decision.

"retreat!"

On the Arda army's side, although the thick smoke caused by the salvo made the soldiers' visibility very poor, the observation post on the tower still saw the orcs' retreat and notified the battalion commander Joyce in time.

"It seems that the other party's commander is very cautious."

There were two twelve-pounders that had not yet fired, and two more that had just been loaded for the first time. Joyce wanted to hit the orcs with a four-gun salvo.

Now that the orcs were about to retreat, he immediately ordered the artillery to fire downhill.

After a loud thunderous noise, countless shotguns poured through the smoke screen towards the retreating orcs.

After suffering heavy casualties again, the orcs finally returned to the starting point before the attack.

"Lord Amul, why are you retreating?"

"If we push forward a little further, we can touch the low wall!"

"Yes, as long as we cross over, no matter how magical human weapons are, they can only let us slaughter them!"

Although the orc soldiers who suffered huge losses were shocked by the unfamiliar weapons, they were still fierce and militant with high morale.

"Shut up, we are the vanguard, the eyes of the entire army."

Amul refuted them, "When encountering difficulties, you should immediately notify the brothers behind! Instead of making additional sacrifices."

He pointed with his hands, "You, you, and you, immediately ride on your fastest horse and inform the army of the situation. You may encounter this kind of terrifying weapon in other places, so let them pay more attention."

"Yes, Lord Commander!"

The three soldiers responded and hurried away.

"Captain! So many soldiers have died. Should we just go around here or wait for the army to come for revenge?"

Many subordinates are eager to take revenge by themselves.

"Oh no, of course we can't let them go like this, even temporarily."

There is no mistake. One post, one content, one 6 one, one book, one book, take a look!

A cunning and cruel look flashed in Amul's eyes.

"Take a small team to visit the surrounding villages and towns and recruit some human civilians. We need to test the new human weapons and collect as much intelligence as possible for the army."

The subordinate who just asked was overjoyed, "Lord Amul, no wonder you can become a captain of thousands!"

Just as he was about to turn around and leave to carry out the order, there was a sudden roar on the high slope.

call out! call out! call out!

Groups of black shadows arrived in an instant with a sharp scream, so fast that the orcs had no time to react.

Poof!

The object hit the ground in front of Amur, and suddenly bounced up again!

"Ah!"

The subordinate who was about to leave screamed and fell to the ground, and one of his legs was broken.

"Oh, the spirit of the grassland! No, no!"

Amur's hair stood on end as he watched his subordinates howl and roll on the ground.

He could see clearly that the metal projectiles thrown by humans were much larger than the small metal blocks just now.

They were the size of a fist, and were more powerful than those small ones. They bounced on the ground repeatedly, and the orc soldiers along the way died if they were touched, and were injured if they were hit.

This was the first time that the orcs' mounts were attacked like this. The frightened horses neighed in fear and fled in all directions.

The battlefield was in chaos.

"Keep retreating! Stay away from here!"

Amur ordered loudly.

He now understood that when his team just arrived, humans could attack them. The reason why they didn't take action at the beginning was to lure the orcs to rush up the hill to die!

Too despicable!

He and his men ran all the way away from Silvermoon Castle?

At the same time, he was thinking, how could human weapons reach so far?

Is that a trebuchet? Or a crossbow?

No, neither a trebuchet nor a crossbow would make that terrible sound like thunder, nor would it create thick smoke and fire.

Wait, thick smoke? Fire?

A light flashed in Amur's mind, aren't these all the characteristics of the legendary magic?