Chapter 689 Sniper Kill

At night, the noise of the battle temporarily disappeared in the land near Silvermoon Castle.

The orcs set up camp three miles away from the fortress.

Looking at the dots of light in the distance, Amur sighed heavily.

"Captain!"

A subordinate came behind him and said in a worried voice:

"I feel that Lord Bayar is dying."

Amur turned around immediately, "Take me to see him."

He followed his subordinates and walked quickly to a tent in the camp, took a few deep breaths, and went in.

A strong smell of herbs mixed with an equally strong smell of pus and blood penetrated Amur's nostrils.

Of course, for a military general who has been through many battles, this is not unbearable.

There was a bed made of animal skins in the tent, and a weak figure was lying on it.

Amur came to his side, squatted down with a solemn expression, and held one of his hands.

The body temperature was frighteningly high, which was what Amur felt from Bayar.

During the day, Bayar, his deputy, commanded the archers to approach the human position first.

The archers suffered the first wave of attacks from humans, and countless deadly metal projectiles caused them heavy losses.

Bayar, the commander, was unfortunately injured, and a projectile pierced his thigh. The soldiers next to him immediately carried Bayar and tried their best to get him out of the battlefield.

Bayar lost a lot of blood and developed a high fever in the evening, waking up and sleeping in a daze.

Amur frowned and looked at his deputy.

As the soldier said just now, his current condition is quite bad.

Bayar squinted his eyes, his whole face showed an abnormal blush, fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, and his lips were pale, without a trace of blood.

"Oh, my brother..."

Amur made a sad voice.

Bayar tried to open his eyelids a little, "Please, Lord Amur, burn my body into ashes and scatter them on the grasslands of my hometown."

Amur shook his head, "How could this little problem defeat the strong orc warrior Bayar? Take good care of your wounds, I will ride back to the grasslands with you and the spoils."

"Ahem..." Bayar's cough showed his weakness.

"Amur, I have something to say to you, just to you..."

Amur gestured to his left and right, "You go out first..."

When there were only two of them left in the tent, Bayar forced himself to continue talking.

"My remaining sanity tells me that our army is extremely powerful and can at least wipe out half of the Kingdom of Aldor and win a large piece of fertile land under the sun for the orcs. But I have been having nightmares intermittently since I was injured."

"In the nightmare, the spirit of the grassland revealed a terrible scene to me."

Amur's heart was in turmoil, "What scene is it?"

"The human army rushed into the grassland and slaughtered and drove away our people with the terrible weapons we saw today!"

"How is it possible!"

It seems that his deputy is really confused-Amur judged so in his heart.

He thought that the most pessimistic scenario was that the orcs encountered stubborn resistance and had to retreat back to the grassland.

But allowing the human army, which seemed extremely weak to him, to rush into the grassland to slaughter the orcs was something he had never thought of.

Amur suppressed the strangeness in his heart and comforted him: "You should take good care of your injuries and don't think about messy things. I will go to see other injured warriors."

He opened the tent and walked out.

The daytime battle caused more than 100 deaths and more than 200 injuries to this vanguard team of more than 1,000 people, and many of the wounded were in critical condition. It can be said that the casualties were heavy.

The other wounded were not treated like Bayar in a separate tent, but were placed in several large tents.

Amur looked around and found that many of the wounded had a high fever like Bayar and fell into a coma. Many of them had to have their arms or legs sawed off alive, becoming disabled.

He walked out of the wounded settlement area in a depressed mood. The night wind brought fresh air, and finally got rid of the unpleasant smell of herbs and pus and blood.

——

"Incredible, respected Sir Joyce! Your way of fighting is really impressive."

Knight Renteria said to the person opposite with admiration, holding hot soup.

The Arda army gathered a group of defeated soldiers, and Renteria was appointed as the temporary commander of this army.

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He himself was actually one of the defeated soldiers. Unlike Heinkel who ran away, although Renteria was still pessimistic, he still decided to stay and assist the Arda army in the battle.

During the day, Renteria thought he would be killed here. The Northwesterners might have been arranged by the Lord of Light to appear here to correct his deviated knighthood.

But he didn't expect that he would be saved.

The strange weapons of the Northwesterners suppressed the crazy attack of the orcs, causing these arrogant guys to suffer heavy losses.

Joyce, who was sitting opposite him, smiled slightly, "Believe me, Knight Renteria, as long as we unite, we can make those guys suffer more."

"I didn't have time to ask during the day because of the tense war. Now I want to inquire about the news of the Royal Capital Army and Her Highness Catherine."

Renteria frowned, "My lord and I retreated with the Royal Capital Army, but... when we broke through the orcs' blockade, we got separated on the road. They might have been entangled by the enemy!"

Joyce was worried.

Perhaps the Arda army should go deep into the Black Stone Plain to find Her Highness Catherine? After all, she is not only the princess of the kingdom, but also his future mistress.

The night passed with the mutual vigilance of the warring parties, and dawn came again.

When the morning mist dissipated, a scene that made the Austrian army angry appeared on the land in front of Silver Moon Castle.

The orcs launched another attack, but they actually captured a large number of human civilians as their human shields and came step by step to their own positions.

Joyce was furious and immediately ordered the "sniper" equipped with a rifle to shoot the orc soldiers who drove away the human civilians.

The order was quickly executed, and the human positions no longer fired artillery, but heard scattered gunshots.

Those orc supervisors who were mixed in with the human civilians soon paid a heavy price. The bullets shot at them and took their lives one by one.

Amur, who was watching the battle from a distance, was shocked. At such a long distance, could human weapons kill so accurately?

He couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. If the other party recognized him as the leader of this attack yesterday, wouldn't it be a great danger?

When they found that the escorts were killed one after another, the human civilians who were used as meat shields burst into a sensation and immediately ran away.

Although the orcs are dangerous, the kingdom army, which is also human, is not necessarily safe.

I'm sorry that I have been visiting relatives every day recently.