Chapter 701: Battle at Silvermoon Castle
“Warriors of the prairie! Charge!”
Amur raised his long sword and rushed ahead with his horse.
Although the humans had inflicted heavy casualties on the archers in unfathomable ways, the outlaws under his command remained ferocious, and under the leadership of their officer, they took large strides and hissed as they launched their charge.
The orcs clad in heavy armor trampled the slopes, and the humans behind the breastwork wall could even faintly feel the ground shaking.
Behind the Alda soldiers were the soldiers of the other kingdoms who stood with spears in their hands, they had not yet recovered from the shock brought by the scene just now.
The orcs’ arrows were vicious and accurate, and had left them with an indelible and terrifying impression.
In the previous battles, no matter how tightly their formations were set up, they would be destroyed by round after round of arrows.
But now, which terrifying archers seemed to have met their nemesis.
Those weapons, which were called artillery by the northwesterners, spewed out terrifying tongues of fire towards the front, and those devilishly large men planted themselves piece by piece and lay on the ground wailing.
But with the orcs in armor charging up again, would the Northwesterners’ weapons be of any use?
“Fire!”
Accompanied by tongues of fire spitting and bursts of sound, countless grayish-white flowers bloomed in front of the chest wall, forming a wall of smoke in a moment that covered the entire front of Silvermoon Castle.
The orcs who rushed within a hundred meters were greeted with the first round of musket fire from Arda’s army and were immediately knocked over.
The sturdy armor didn’t work as expected, and was torn apart like fragile cloth in front of the lead bullets that came hurtling in.
Clusters of blood spray exploded from the orcs’ proudly majestic bodies, which were then knocked to the ground by the tremendous kinetic energy.
A sense of trepidation grew in the heart of Amur, who was the commander.
Just now, out of the corner of his eye, he caught the back of the head of one of the soldiers who had run in front of him suddenly flew up, his head turning into a mass of unrecognizable things, and his uncontrollable body flopped to the ground.
Instinctively, Amur immediately fell prone, 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.
The small object should be made of metal, and it was evident that it was originally a relatively regular round shape, but now it was somewhat irregular, and should have been knocked by the skull of one of his own men.
Such an insignificant little piece of metal, and not as sharp as an arrow, but it easily took the life of an orc warrior?
At this time a pungent odor that seemed to be foul and not foul drilled into his nostrils, choking him for a while and making him dizzy.
He reacted, twisted his head and yelled, “Lie down!”
Before the words fell, there was another sudden burst of fire in the dense smoke in front of him.
Now Amur knew what it was that was hurting them, those deadly little projectiles weaving through the air and swooshing in.
Poof! Poof!
Many of the soldiers who had not yet had time to lie down were hit, and Amur’s heart ached.
He had to make an agonizing decision in the face of a terrible weapon unknown to mankind.
“Retreat!”
On the side of Arda’s army, although the dense smoke caused by the flurry of fire made the soldiers’ visual condition very bad, the observation post on the high tower still saw the movement of the orcs retreating and informed the battalion commander Joyce in time.
“It seems that the other side’s commander is very cautious.”
With two twelve-pounders yet to be fired, and the two that had just been loaded from the first firing, Joyce had hoped to hit the orcs with a four-gun salvo.
Since the orcs were retreating, he immediately ordered the guns to fire downhill.
After a muffled thunderous sound, countless shrapnel poured through the smoke screen towards the retreating orcs.
After suffering huge casualties again, the orcs finally returned to the starting point before the attack.
“Lord Amur, why are we retreating?” “We’ll be able to touch that short wall if we break through a little further!”
“Yes, as long as we cross over, no matter how marvelous the humans’ weapons are, they can only let us slaughter them!”
The orc soldiers who suffered huge losses were shocked by the unfamiliar weapons, but they were still fierce and belligerent, with high fighting spirit.
“Shut up, we are the vanguard, the eyes of the entire army.”
Amur dismissed them, “When you meet a tough opponent, you have to immediately inform your brothers behind you! Instead of making futile sacrifices.”
He gestured repeatedly with his hand, “You, you, and you, immediately ride the fastest horse to inform the army of what just happened, and that other places may also encounter this strange and terrible weapon, so that they should pay more attention to it.”
“Yes, Lord Thousand Husbandman!”
The three warriors answered and hurried away.
“Thousand Master! So many warriors sacrificed, are we just going to bypass this place or wait for the army to come and take revenge?”
Many of his men longed for revenge with their own hands.
“Oh no, of course we can’t let them go like this, even if it’s temporary.”
Amur’s eyes flashed with cunning cruelty.
“You take a small team to wander around the surrounding villages and towns, searching for some human civilians to come over. For the new weapons of the humans, we need to test them properly and gather as much intelligence as possible for the army.”
The subordinate who had just spoken out inquiring was overjoyed, “Lord Amur, no wonder you can be a Thousand Husbandman!”
He was about to turn around and leave to carry out the order when there was a sudden roar from the high slopes.
Shoo! Shoo! Shoo!
A mass of black shadows arrived in an instant with a harsh whistling sound, so fast that the beasts could not react in time.
Poof!
The incoming object smashed into the ground in front of Amur and abruptly bounced back up!
“Ah!”
The subordinate who was just about to leave screamed miserably and fell to the ground, one of his legs was unexpectedly broken alive.
“Oh, Spirit of the Steppe! No, no!”
Watching his subordinate howling miserably as he rolled around on the ground, Amur’s hair stood up in sweat.
He could see clearly that the humans were throwing over metal projectiles that were much larger than the small chunks of metal from earlier.
The size of a fist, individually more powerful than those little nuggets, bouncing off the ground in quick succession, killing and injuring the orc soldiers along the way if they touched them, and injuring them if they bumped into them.
The orcs’ mounts also suffered such an attack for the first time, and the frightened horses let out fearful neighs, scattering in all directions.
The position was in chaos.
“Continue retreating! Get away from here!”
Amur ordered loudly.
He now realized that the humans could have attacked them when his group had just arrived, and the reason why they didn’t do anything at first was to lure the orcs to rush up the slope to their deaths!
It was so despicable and shameless!
He and his men ran furiously all the way in the direction away from Silvermoon Castle?
All the while pondering, human weapons can hit so far?
Is that a stone thrower? Or a crossbow?
No, neither stone throwers nor crossbows made that muffled and terrifying sound, nor did they create smoke and fire.
Wait, smoke? Fire?
Amur had a flash of light in his mind, weren’t these all characteristics that the legendary magic had?