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The howling of the orc war pig riders was heard immediately, and the other greenskins in the village were instantly in an uproar.

The wooden house was violently knocked open, and the greenskins who were originally demolishing the house rushed in from all directions. Almost all of them were orc boys carrying rough machetes.

"Retreat! Leave the main road and go to the left to the bushes!"

Windlow roared an order, pulling out the bayoneted musket stuck in the orc's corpse.

This is the only advantage that humans currently have, and that is the terrain advantage.

Large cavalry units like the Orc War Boar cannot exert their full combat power when in bushes or woods.

As long as its movement speed is affected, its combat efficiency will instantly drop by 50%.

On the other hand, Windlow's men were all ordinary imperial soldiers, with no cavalry or long-barreled muskets, and would only be affected by the swamps and shallow waters.

The imperial soldiers reacted immediately and realized that the purpose of wearing half-body armor was to be flexible and maneuverable and to quickly execute orders on the battlefield.

The free militia reacted the fastest. They dropped their knives, grabbed their pistols and ran away.

The Imperial Swordsmen maintained a tight shield wall, protecting Windlow in the middle and preventing him from losing his composure.

Fortunately, the war pig's speed is not too fast!

As a war pig that has not undergone any training, this primitive creature only retains basic rage and savagery, and rarely takes the initiative to obey the command of the orc in it.

Only things that the war pig has targeted will be attacked by it.

When the orc gave orders to his mount, Windlow and his group had already moved into the bushes, giving them an advantage.

"Bang! Bang!"

Windlow and the free militia fired muskets at the same time. The pistol bullets were directly bounced off the thick skin of the war pig, while the musket bullets penetrated into the war pig's body.

But this creature seemed to have no part of its body that could be fatally injured, and it continued to charge towards the bushes at the same speed.

Just as Windlow had expected, the bushes slowed down the war pig's speed, giving it a second chance to shoot.

The bullet still shot into the war pig's body and still did not hinder its movement.

"Cover!" The oldest swordsman veteran roared, holding up his shield to cover Windlo.

The war pig's attention was drawn to it. It swung its neck and its huge fangs hit the shield directly.

The huge impact force directly sent the swordsman flying more than ten meters, and he fell into the woods behind him with a thud, not knowing whether he was dead or alive.

This is what happens when there is no resistance to the charge. If the war pig is allowed to charge, I'm afraid that even the greenskin on its back won't need to do anything, and everyone else, including Windlow, will be killed one by one.

"Surround them! Cut off the horses' legs!"

Cutting off the horse's feet was the most common tactic used by the imperial army.

Generally, after the enemy cavalry is stopped by spearmen or halberdmen, the swordsmen immediately rush forward and attack the four legs of the cavalry's mounts with their weapons.

This not only causes a lot of damage, but also prevents the mount from breaking out of the encirclement and attacking again.

Three soldiers, including Windlow, stood in front of the war pig, using their shields to block the greenskins' slashing and the war pigs' aggressive attacks, while continuously attacking with their weapons.

Finally, after being stabbed more than a dozen times and hit by several lead bullets, the war pig finally fell to the ground, but it was still breathing for a long time.

Seeing that his mount was injured, the green-skinned creature on the back of the war pig suddenly pounced out, picked up an axe and prepared to kill everyone.

"smoke bomb!"

Windlow pulled a metal can from his waist and smashed it to the ground.

"boom!"

Pungent yellow smoke instantly spread out - this was the signal flare developed by the Nuln Gunnery Academy specifically for the Golden Wall.

It was originally used to quickly create smoke to warn friendly forces in the distance, but such thick and fast-moving smoke has now become the best cover.

The war pig could rush out of the smoke quickly, but the orc did not have the ability to move so quickly.

The greenskin's angry roars and coughs could be heard from within the smoke. It was obvious that its steps were disordered and it had lost its direction.

"You go rescue them, the other two, be careful of the smoke. Free militia, shoot at random into the smoke!"

The two flintlock pistols, plus Windlow's musket, were now pouring out firepower continuously. Bullets and gunpowder were not valuable, and as long as one could hit the target, it would be a profit.

The firing continued, and the roar of the greenskin could be heard from inside. It was being hit by bullets continuously.

Finally, after the smoke completely dissipated, only two bloody corpses were left on the ground.

A war pig and a green skin.

"Whip the corpse, make sure he's not faking death. How's that wounded soldier?"

In the bushes, the swordsman who had been knocked more than ten meters away slowly walked out with the help of another teammate.

As expected of the empire's elite provincial army, even after being directly hit by such a violent collision, they were still able to get up and prepare for the next battle.

The swordsman gritted his teeth, took out the wine bottle from his waist and took a big gulp, but found that the wine bottle on his waist had been broken. What looked like blood was actually just fine wine.

"I'll send you a full bottle later!"

Windlow stood at the side of the road. Now that the problem of War Pig Boy had been solved, it was time for the village.

In the direction of the village, the situation was worse than he had imagined. There were at least ten greenskins gathering. What was even more terrifying was that they tied up all the humans they captured and no one knew where they were sending them.

Even the most experienced local free militia expressed doubts.

As far as everyone can remember, greenskins neither kidnap nor redeem prisoners of war. For all greenskins, there are only two outcomes for humans appearing before them.

Either completely ignored or killed outright.

"Can't beat it."

Wendlow was quite calm.

"Without elite infantry, we would need thirty ordinary provincial troops to defeat ten orc boys."

As Windlow said, the imperial provincial armies are of course divided into ordinary provincial armies and elite provincial armies.

Imperial Swordsmen, Imperial Spearmen, Free Militia and Archers are the most basic composition of the provincial army. They can deal with some emergencies, but don't expect much combat effectiveness.

Being able to complete a three-for-one exchange with the greenskins is the limit. Most of the time they serve as security forces and will never go to the front line.

The truly elite provincial army was composed of Imperial shield-bearing spearmen, halberdiers, crossbowmen, musketeers, as well as mortars and cannons.

When formed, such an army can defeat the same number of green-skinned guys on a one-to-one basis.

As for the Greatswordsmen, they are the elite of the Imperial Army. If one wants to mobilize the Greatswordsmen in the northern provinces, it is estimated that only the Elector himself has the power to do so.

With only four swordsmen and two free militiamen, they were definitely no match for those ten orc boys.

"What should we do? If we run away, we will be hunted by the greenskins."

The free militiaman wiped his pistol, his fingers trembling slightly, as if recalling some bad memory.

Windlow looked towards the village—the dilapidated fence, the villagers waiting to be taken away, and the several barrels stacked in the corner of the warehouse.

"Is that... Hawke's collar black powder?"

"Yes, my lord."

The local free militia nodded.

"The people of Hawkeland can't afford the expensive black powder produced by Nuln, so they pirate some of it to match their long-barreled muskets."

A smile appeared on the corner of Wendlow's mouth. What businessmen are best at is to act according to the situation, especially when they suddenly discover an advantage.

He turned to the group, his eyes gleaming with the glint of a businessman making a desperate bet:

"I have a plan. But I need someone to volunteer as bait."

A moment later, more than a dozen green-skinned guys had tied up all the living people they could catch and were ready to take them away.

"Wow! Is that what you call yourself? Green bastards?"

An Imperial swordsman acting as bait appeared in front of all the greenskins.

For a race that values ​​fighting above all else, they would never refuse the opportunity to fight.

More than a dozen green-skinned guys immediately rushed towards the imperial swordsman, preparing for a battle.

He was not wearing half-body armor, only holding a long sword, and almost all the weight on his body was removed.

But even so, humans' running speed is far inferior to that of the green-skinned boy.

Being chased by ten green-skinned guys would probably become a lifelong shadow for this imperial swordsman, but he couldn't think about it now. He was only a hundred meters away from the house where the trap was.

He pounced suddenly, and at the moment when the green-skinned boy's axe hit his back, the imperial swordsman jumped onto a large net in the room.

The other people on the second floor who had been prepared in advance quickly pulled up the rope, leaving the green-skinned guy who was chasing after them empty-handed.

By the time they smelled gunpowder in the air, it was too late.

The deafening explosion reverberated throughout the village! Huge fireballs suddenly erupted from both sides of the house's gates, the shockwaves sending the nearest orcs flying! Broken wood and nails flew like shotgun shells, and several greenskins fell to the ground screaming!

“Waaagh?!”

The greenskins who had not yet arrived were stunned and their offensive was halted.

This was Windlow's trap. He piled black powder inside the house and detonated it with his own hands when the greenskins concentrated their charge.

"Now!"

Windlow drew his sword and pointed it at the greenskins who were in chaos due to the impact of the explosion.

"They're defenseless!"

Except for the soldier who served as bait at the beginning, everyone else rushed out.

First, kill all the greenskins lying on the ground, and then let out a ferocious roar to increase his charge bonus.

This is not reckless. Windlow is too good at pretending. Although the greenskins like war, they do not like to die. When a seemingly weak opponent suddenly bursts out with amazing combat power, the greenskins' first reaction is not anger, but fear.

They too will be feared, they too will be horrified, and they too will be killed.

The greenskins, fleeing in fear and terror, began to be chased by the Imperial Swordsmen.

But before they had run far, the green-skinned guys who had lost their courage actually gathered together, gathered around a green-skinned man holding a staff, and slowly regained their morale.

The staff slammed heavily on the ground, and a green light appeared in the green-skinned man's eyes.

"What? You think this can scare me? Boys, gather together!"

This was a green-skinned shaman who walked out of the ruins of the village, the green stone on his wooden staff glowing blood-red.

"I smell something strange on you..."

The shaman grinned, revealing his jagged fangs, and stared at Windlow.

"You can eat magic, but can you eat my Waaagh energy?"

"Go brother stare!"

The wooden stick slammed to the ground, and a blood-red lightning struck Windlow!

At the critical moment, Wendlow instinctively raised his arm. The moment the lightning struck him, it didn't explode, but was sucked into some invisible vortex! A strange green light appeared under his skin, and his blood vessels bulged, as if something was flowing wildly inside his body.

"Ugh—!"

Windlow fell to his knees, curling up in pain.

The shaman laughed wildly and raised his staff, ready for a second strike.

"Stupid shrimp! Even the Black Orcs can't stand my Gogo Stare! You're going to be roasted shrimp!"

But its wild laughter suddenly turned into astonishment.

Wendlow slowly stood up, the pain in his eyes turned into a kind of mockery. He wanted to pretend, but after thinking about it carefully, he felt that it was really unnecessary.

He raised his hand, palm facing upwards. There, a ball of blood-red and green energy was spinning and compressing...

"Do you want to stare at me?"

Wendlow's voice was unusually calm.

"I can do this trick too."

He suddenly pushed the energy ball towards the shaman!

"boom--!!!"

The shock wave of the explosion blew off the roof of a nearby stone house, and the shaman was blown backward, crashing through the wall and falling on the street.

It struggled to get up, half of its body was charred and the wooden stick was broken into two pieces.

The green-skinned guys, whose morale had been restored, fled in all directions again.

"No...it's impossible...there's no reason."

The shaman looked in horror at Wendlow as he emerged from the ruins.

"Why the hell can you use Waaagh? You don't believe in Gogogomogo"

Windlow did not answer. He pulled out his long-barreled musket and stuffed it into the green-skinned shaman's mouth, directly into the back of his throat.

"boom!"

The green-skinned shaman's head exploded like a rotten watermelon. It originally had magic to protect itself and was not affected by most physical damage.

But as Windlow approached, all the magical protection on its body seemed to fail. It could no longer resist physical damage and was killed directly by a shot.

As for why he doesn't use magic, it's because Windlow can only bounce magic back and can't use magic independently.

Now that the threat has been resolved, a new problem arises...