More than twenty one-horned boars followed closely behind Freya, while the slower boarmen followed closely under the leadership of their chieftain. After chasing for seven or eight miles in one breath, the giant beast in front seemed to be tired of running. It slowed down its pace and looked back from time to time. This made the panting boar man very excited. This time, we must catch this scourge at all costs! When the marmot turned into a valley and disappeared, the wild boar man did not suspect anything and allowed the one-horned boar in front to follow in. Freya ran into the valley and waited for a few seconds. When the unicorn boar was approaching, she sprinted a few steps, jumped up, flew over a five-meter-wide pit, and ran towards the depths of the valley without looking back. The herd of unicorn pigs were caught off guard and could not stop, and fell into the big pit one after another. In the familiar valley, there suddenly appeared a huge pit that was five meters wide, five meters deep, and more than ten meters long! This was a trap that Leo, Freya, the militia, and the kobolds spent three or four hours digging. More than half of the unicorn pigs rolled into the pit, and the remaining unicorn pigs crowded together, trying to turn around.
"Everyone, get out!" Leo led the militia and rushed out of the woods on both sides of the valley, blocking the way of the unicorn boars. They formed a dense shield and took advantage of the unicorn boars' unstable footing to knock them into the pit one by one. But the unicorns were extremely powerful. Fifty militiamen pushed and drove them away desperately before they succeeded in moving a few unstable unicorns from the edge of the pit down. There were still five or six one-horned boars, which violently knocked away the militiamen who were blocking the road and ran away. Leo kicked one of the unicorn boars on the butt, trying to keep it. With his strength, the brown bear had to roll over, but the unicorn boar just staggered and ran even faster. These are not wild boars, they are clearly a group of little rhinos! Without having time to appreciate the results of the battle, Leo quickly commanded the militia to reorganize their formation, facing the valley entrance, and ready for battle. The wild boar people outside the valley finally rushed in. Seeing the small number of militiamen, they were not afraid at all and charged with weapons raised. During the charge, the boarmen did not stop firing the crossbows in their hands. Hundreds of crossbow arrows turned into a rain of arrows that poured over. The flying crossbow arrows hit the militia's round shields one after another, and only a few of them passed through the gaps between the shields and hit the militia. The boar man's crossbow was very slow to rewind. Leo observed through the gap in the shield and saw that the boar man had no intention of firing a second shot, so he shouted loudly: "Get ready!" "rise!" Several militiamen pulled hard the cables buried in the grass beneath them, and erected fences made of thick sharpened wooden stakes five, ten, and fifteen meters in front of the militia shield formation, pointing diagonally towards the wild boar men, blocking their way. At the same time, on the left side of the valley, the sound of broken strings was heard, followed by the whistling of countless arrows breaking through the air. The barbarian hunters' rain of arrows came in overwhelming force. Unlike the boarmen's slow-firing crossbows, the wild folk can shoot six or seven arrows in a minute. Once the rain of arrows appeared, it never stopped! Fifty barbarian archers shot with the momentum of several hundred archers.
At first sight, more than ten wild boar men, with five or six long arrows sticking out of their bodies, fell on the way of charging. These finger-thick, one-meter-long arrows were extremely powerful. They easily penetrated the wild boar men's fur armor, their naturally thick skin, their muscles that were far stronger than those of humans, and pierced deeply into their vital internal organs. Many arrows even penetrated the other side of their bodies and pierced the wild boar men. Without the interference of the unicorn boar and the counterattack of the wild boar man's crossbow, the wild hunter who was in a dominant position had no scruples at all and fired arrows at will. On the right side of the valley, the voices of the gnolls were also heard. They came out of the woods, waving their slingshots and attacking the wild boar people. The kobolds threw polished mirror-iron stones, which were nearly twice as heavy as pebbles. They were almost as powerful as iron balls. Leo clearly saw that a charging boar man had his thick tusks hit by the mirror iron stone, and the entire tusk broke instantly. Then the stray bullet rolled over and smashed his nose. Although the killing power was far less than that of the wild boar hunters' longbows and sharp arrows, it still smashed the wild boars' heads and made them bleed and howl like ghosts, unable to charge again. Some of the boarmen stopped charging, restringed their crossbows, and shot at the ogres. The kobold's small wooden shield blocked some of the crossbow arrows, but not all of them. Seeing the casualties, the kobolds' morale immediately dropped and they all fled into the woods. However, with their distraction, more boar people fell under the longbows of the wild hunters. The thirty or so boarmen warriors led by the boarman chief continued to attack the militia. Their hunting partners were still crying out in the pit, asking for help. Leo and the militia still underestimated the strength of the wild boar people. The thick wooden stakes blocking the middle only slightly delayed the wild boar people's charge. The boarmen warriors in the front swung their two-handed hammers and maces and smashed the sharp wooden stakes with a few powerful blows, breaking them and throwing them aside. However, the three rows of wooden stakes successfully bought the militiamen some time. "Javelin ready! Throw!" After two rounds of javelins, more than a dozen boarmen warriors fell ten meters away from the militia's shield formation. A boarman warrior with a short spear stuck in his fat belly staggered to the front of the militia line first, swung a nearly thirty-pound stone hammer in his hand, and smashed it hard on a militiaman's shield. The tremendous force directly smashed the one-inch thick oak shield, and the broken shield hit the militiaman hard. The militiaman had blood spitting out of his mouth and nose, his arm was twisted, and he was knocked flying by a hammer. Before the boar man could expand his victory, his companions behind the militia quickly dragged him away and filled the empty position in the shield formation. The militiamen did not stand still and wait to be beaten. Before most of the wild boar men could swing their heavy weapons, they all stepped forward, raised their shields and slammed into the wild boar men, restricting the wild boar men's heavy weapons and entering the wrestling stage ahead of time. The combat skills that Uliyan had instilled in the militia in the past were all inherited from the heavy armored infantry regiment of the Wind God Fortress. The target of the Wind God Fortress Infantry Regiment is the green-skinned orcs who are stronger than the wild boars. The average orc infantryman is two meters tall, their arms are thicker than human thighs, and the lightest two-handed battle axes in their hands weigh more than thirty pounds. In a one-on-one situation, human infantry would find it difficult to fight against orcs alone due to their height and strength disadvantages.
However, in the war, the human heavy infantry was still able to fight back and forth with the same number of orc legions through tight shield formations, targeted combat skills and close cooperation with their comrades. The militia regiment brought by Uliyan is a simplified version of the heavy armored infantry regiment of the Fengshen Fortress. The day-to-day training comes in handy at this moment. They used their round shields to press against the boarmen's stomachs to restrict their movements, and took the opportunity to stab with their one-handed swords and short spears in their other hands, pulling out the boarmen's internal organs alive. A boar man grabbed the edge of the militiaman's round shield and pulled it hard, pulling him and the shield out of the shield formation, throwing him to the ground and stepping on the militiaman's chest. Just as he was about to raise the sledgehammer in his hand to smash the militiaman's head, he found that his hands and feet were weak, and the weapon he usually used suddenly became extremely heavy. When he looked down, he found that his stomach had been pierced with several large holes by the opponent's dagger, and half of his internal organs were gone. When he looked up again, several short spears and one-handed swords had already pierced its chest, abdomen and neck. As the last boarman warrior fell to the ground in front of the militia, the remaining twenty or so boarman hunters who had not rushed up began to turn around and flee. But these wild boar people were no match for the arrows shot by the wild hunters, and within a few minutes, they were reduced to corpses on the ground. The battle was over, and in the huge valley, only a few mad one-horned boars were left, chasing the kobolds recklessly.