Chapter 365: The First Clash with the Northern Orcs!

"Everyone! We cannot flee. Have you forgotten that Weilade is still lurking behind us, watching like a tiger?"

"If he finds a handle on us, I fear he will not let us off easily!"

"Besides, have you forgotten that I had everyone build a sturdy wall during the day? Therefore, staying in this valley now is actually safer than charging out of it!"

"Gervas, if it were only a hundred or so orcs, we wouldn't be so afraid!"

"But can you guarantee the main camp can withstand an orc attack? If they break and flee, we will be trapped here!" Mil and the others were still hesitant.

"Everyone, they spotted the orcs early and prevented a surprise attack; they basically won't be defeated!"

"So, this is actually a good opportunity for us. If we can take the chance to kill more orcs, the merit will surely be ours!" Gervas continued to encourage the group.

Hearing Gervas's words, the group indeed abandoned the idea of fleeing.

"In that case, Gervas, we will listen to you!" Mil and the others addressed Gervas solemnly.

Just then, a shout from Lauren came from the wooden wall, "My lord, those orcs are here! Less than one hundred and fifty meters away!"

"Everyone, prepare for battle! But before that, you had better put on your leather armor first!"

Gervas scanned the group up and down.

Mil and the others immediately felt embarrassed and quickly donned their armor with the help of their subordinates.

Afterwards, everyone climbed up the wooden wall.

Roar! Roar! Roar!

"Two-legged sheep, tremble! The orc warriors have arrived! We will bathe our bodies in your blood to make the orc warriors even stronger!"

From afar, Bato let out a ferocious roar.

Although the leader's order was to pin down the humans in this valley, they actually did not need to approach the human wall.

But he, who did not take the two-legged sheep seriously at all, was preparing to launch an attack himself and kill to his heart's content.

Seeing such ferocious, death-defying orcs, Mil and the others, who had just been calmed by Gervas, changed color again.

Their serf soldiers were also trembling one by one.

Only Gervas looked at those orcs outside as if looking at Bai Chi.

"These guys, thinking they can take us with over a hundred men when we have a force of over three thousand? Are you sure their brains aren't broken?"

Then, Gervas was not polite either. "Crossbow squad, show them some color!"

"My lord has ordered: Crossbow squad, aim... Fire!"

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Amidst the whistling, fifty crossbowmen launched the first volley of mounted shots.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

Roar! Roar! Roar!

In this volley, at least eighty percent of the arrows hit the charging orcs.

However, what surprised Gervas was...

These orcs, after being hit by arrows, did not even scream; instead, they were provoked one by one, letting out even more ferocious roars like wild beasts.

And the harvest of the first round was only two unlucky orcs.

"Damn it, why does this feel like the Japanese soldiers in the Second World War from my past life?"

Gervas felt that these orcs could rival those Japanese soldiers on Iwo Jima in his past life; both were crazy enough.

"These orcs are madmen; no wonder even the Northern Legion couldn't beat them!"

"Yes! Damn it, don't they feel pain?" Mil and the others were terrified.

Although they were not cowards, they had never seen such ferocious orcs before.

Although there are orcs in the Chaotic Wasteland, they would also wail after feeling pain.

But these green-skinned Behemoth orcs now would only grunt, then turn their pain into a roar.

It was chilling to look at.

"Madmen? Let's see just how mad they are."

Gervas remained calm. After a cold sneer, he ordered again: "Ballista crew! Show them some color!"

"My lord has ordered: Ballista, aim... Fire!"

Vroom! Vroom! Vroom!

In the next instant, five huge humming sounds came from below the wooden wall.

In the shocked gaze of Mil and the others, five absurdly thick arrows shot out from the five reserved holes towards the orcs.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

Blood splattered, men fell and horses... hmm, orcs fell and orcs rolled.

Previously, even orcs hit by two or three arrows could still howl and remain unharmed, but this time they did not have that ability.

The instant they were hit by the massive crossbow bolts, their whole bodies were like deflated balls, instantly losing strength, and were then dragged backwards, falling behind them.

And after the thick arrow pierced the orc in front, it did not stop, but then pierced at least two or three orcs behind.

Thus, this round of five thick arrows actually harvested at least seventeen orcs.

"This... this power is too great, isn't it?" Mil and the others widened their eyes, almost popping their eyeballs out.

After dinner, when Gervas's subordinates assembled these things, they had seen them too.

But at that time, they were not equipped with bowstrings and crossbow bolts, so everyone didn't pay much attention.

But until this moment, having witnessed its power with their own eyes, everyone was instantly amazed.

"This is called a ballista. I accidentally obtained the blueprints from overseas and then imitated them!"

"Actually, it is just an enlarged version of a crossbow!"

Gervas was very humble, speaking lightly.

However, the envy in Mil and the others' eyes showed the weight this ballista held in their hearts.

Roar, roar, roar!

"Damn two-legged sheep, I will tear you apart!"

At this moment, outside the wooden wall, Bato's eyes were bulging with rage.

More than ten orc warriors had been taken away by these damn two-legged sheep in an instant.

How could he explain this to the chieftain?

So, he must tear these two-legged sheep apart fiercely and wash away this shame with their flesh and blood.

And the orcs had already rushed to within thirty meters of the wall; the ballista needed time to reload and certainly could not stop the orcs from approaching the wall.

"Everyone, order the soldiers to prepare for battle!" Gervas reminded Mil and the others.

"Yes, my lord."

Mil and the others did not delay, quickly shouting orders to their respective subordinates.

The crowd of serf soldiers trembled, but with their lord personally supervising, they gritted their teeth, gripped their weapons, and prepared to fight!

"Roar, charge up, tear them apart!"

"Roar, roar, roar! Kill!"

Soon the orcs reached the base of the wooden wall, and the pre-prepared simple wooden ladders were propped against the wall!

One had to admit, the orcs' courage was indeed great; with such a small number, their momentum was even greater than that of the noble soldiers on the wooden wall.

Of course, Gervas liked nothing more than these types who just charged blindly, knowing only brute force.

So he shouted again: "Spearmen!"

"My lord commands: Spearmen, raise your spears!"

As the spearmen raised their spears in unison and then thrust them lightly against the wooden wall in front of them, a row of small holes appeared on the wall.

These holes were fist-sized, just large enough for the wooden spears to pierce through.

"Spearmen, thrust!"

"Kill!"

Pfft, pfft, pfft!

The spears pierced through the wall, and bursts of blood bloomed; the orcs crowded at the base of the wall, preparing to climb, were caught off guard, and in an instant at least twenty people were pierced clean through by the spears.

"Roar, bastards!"

Bato's roar came again; these humans were so despicable, not only did they pre-drill holes in the wooden wall, but they also used wooden blocks to plug them as a disguise, leaving them completely unaware.

Of course, by now he had fallen into madness and could no longer care about such things.

Only one thought remained in his mind: to kill all these two-legged sheep.

He must use the fresh blood of the two-legged sheep to extinguish the rage in his heart.

"Charge up, charge up for me, kill all these two-legged sheep!" Bato shouted hoarsely!

Just at this moment, what he least expected was that the human side also shouted from the wooden wall, "Open the gates! Let us have a direct battle with these orcs!"