"Hold steady, hold steady, don't shoot arrows randomly, shoot more arrows in." "Don't panic, there's a big car blocking the way ahead! Those little things can't jump over." "Even if they jump over, don't run around. I'm here. I can kill these little things with one sword. No one runs away. I've killed more goblins than cattle and sheep in my life. As long as you're more fierce than him, even if there are three of them together, they'll turn around and run away when they see you." Although there was only half the night to prepare, Zalanda's arrangements were more detailed than Gavin's. Except for the twelve regular cavalrymen and twenty heavy-armored militiamen who stayed by her side, the remaining thirty-two medium-armor militiamen were all scattered among the civilian archers. There are three benefits to doing this. First, as a temporary captain, convey the orders from above in a timely manner. Second, appease the army's morale and use her rich experience in combat to reduce the tension of the civilians in their first battle. Third, it plays a beneficial protective role. Even if there are fish that slip through the net and rush into the civilian crossbow team, they will be quickly dealt with by them. Although Zalanda has never read military books, his methods of doing things are in line with military books.
"Freely release arrows!" All the crossbowmen behind the Nott wall stood up, and sent out nearly 200 arrows in one round. The goblins who were charging outside the city fell down in an instant. The people of Furen are different from the leisurely and casual people on Earth. The environment in which they live has far more monsters than humans. Everyone will receive militia training to a greater or lesser extent, even women and children are no exception. For them, shooting arrows is a commonplace, and it is nothing more than a matter of accuracy. "Long spear stab!" "Long spear retract!" Behind the semi-arc wall of the car, orderly commands came, and countless long spears stabbed out from behind the car wall, and then retracted in an orderly manner. In this stabbing and retracting, more than a dozen unwary goblins were harvested. The goblins who were still crowded behind didn't react at all. Countless spears stabbed out again, harvesting another round. Most of the goblins didn't see the shadow of the enemy before they died. "Humans are treacherous, this is a trap, retreat... retreat..." A burst of goblin language came from the green-skinned dwarfs who rushed into the city hole. Even those who don't understand goblin language can roughly guess what they are saying. Another famous characteristic of goblins is that they are timid. When they don't have the upper hand in numbers, they turn around and run away. They don't have any psychological burden. Honor! Responsibility! In their minds, there is no such concept at all. Saving lives always ranks first in their life philosophy. But the problem is that the goblins who rushed in knew what was going on. The goblins outside the city, limited by the line of sight and distance, couldn't hear what was said inside at all. They screamed and rushed into the city hole desperately. Zalanda's regular cavalry and twenty heavily armed militiamen did not go out.
These goblins, in a chaotic manner, squeezed into the gate of Nott Castle and became a plug. The goblins inside could not rush out, and the goblins outside could not rush in for a while. Seeing this situation, Zhalanda would not easily send out the heavily armed militia to clean up the goblins rushing in. He only ordered the long spears behind the car wall to stab regularly, and only killed those goblins who dared to get too close, and ignored the others for the time being. The arrows and crossbows on the top of the city kept splashing on the heads of the goblins outside. When the big goblins outside the city reacted, at least three or four hundred goblin corpses were left outside Nott Castle. The charging goblin team was obviously much looser. At this time, even the stupid goblins realized that the situation was a little bit wrong. Rushing forward is particularly stupid. Hesitating in place is not completely stupid. Sneaking back is smarter. "All troops, attack!" Zalanda waved her hand heavily and rushed out first. The spear in Zalanda's hand seemed to come alive, dancing flexibly. In the blink of an eye, the three goblins blocking her were picked up and flew away. They hit the vital points on their chests and died on the spot before they landed. "Kill!" The first person to respond to Zalanda was not the twelve regular cavalrymen behind her, but Gavin, who had just asked for a warhorse from Zalanda not long ago. He was still wearing a patchwork suit and holding a spear in his hand. His proficiency in wielding was only stronger than Zalanda. In less than three rounds, both sides picked up all the goblins blocking the way and met in the middle of the small square in Northenburg. "Follow me closely!" Zalanda didn't say anything nonsense. She just gave a warning and turned to kill in the direction of the city cave. Even if Zalanda didn't tell him, Gavin would do so. He would lag behind her by a horse's length, like a knight, guarding her side. At this time, the twelve regular cavalrymen of Nott Castle also rushed out in a cone formation. These twelve regular cavalrymen were serious professional soldiers of Nott Castle. They had followed Zalanda for many years and all had professional ranks. The worst was a second-level warrior. Zalanda and these twelve regular cavalrymen could also be regarded as a big gun. Zalanda was the spear head that stabbed out, and the twelve cavalrymen were the spear shafts that shook back and forth, madly expanding the killing area. Wherever they passed, the goblins were swept away. Because of Gavin's joining, there were two spears, but his extraordinary spearmanship and riding skills did not become a spoiler, but an excellent escort, helping Zalanda reduce the resistance of the charge, allowing him to charge faster and easier, and the spears behind him naturally followed faster and easier. Then 20 heavily armed militiamen followed steadily. They were thorough scavengers. Even if they were goblins lying on the ground pretending to be dead, they would not let them go. As long as they saw that they were still intact, they would cut them with a sword first. Then, led by 32 middle-class militiamen, more than 100 long-spear civilians lined up in a neat gun formation and followed slowly. Compared with killing, they were more for the sake of momentum, and they were also the backup means prepared by Zalanda. Wait a minute, half of them will stay in the city and guard the two sides of the city gate, and the other half will go out of the city to respond. If the attack fails, Zalanda can lead the team to retreat to Notburg again. The bloody battle that was waiting for Zalanda at the city gate was much easier because of Gavin's joining. They knocked away seven or eight goblins in a row, which frightened the goblin fools who continued to rush forward. The goblins who were driven out by them naturally broke through the siege together, running back madly, shouting madly, and spreading fear to their companions. For the goblins who were already in a state of panic, Zalanda and Gavin ignored them all, and only picked those stupid goblins who were still rushing forward foolishly and killed them. After a few rounds, a strange scene appeared.
Zalanda and Gavin rode upstream, and the goblins they passed by all turned their direction and ran towards their companions. Some even waved their weapons at their companions who blocked their way forward, as if they were leading a group of goblins to attack other goblins. This is the second step of the counterattack tactic - driving the sheep. I didn't say it before, but now the number of words is a bit too much. If it's convenient, please help me vote, which will help promote the book. The better the results, the stronger the motivation to write! Thank you all. You can also vote more. Come and read more when you have time. During the new book period, I mainly read it!
