Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords.

Chapter 200: No Help in Danger
Four or five miles away from the Broken City, on a small hill next to the Shadow Forest, flames shot up into the sky and shouts of killing were heard everywhere.

At a glance, dense and endless black shadows were rushing towards a team on the hill like a tide.

With the help of the firelight, I could see that these shadows were all wild people of different races, including lizardmen, pig-headed people, goblins, dog-headed people...

Unexpectedly, such a large group of wilderness robbers could never conquer this hill with only gentle slopes.
"Master Fu Jin, please cast another spell to support the right!"

With one sword, Sikai chopped down a goblin who had used his height advantage to get under the crotch of a Minotaur and was trying to stab him in the lower body with a pitchfork. After looking around, he immediately let out a loud roar.

"I'm sorry, I really don't have any more!"

Fu Jin, who was surrounded by the soldiers of the Thorn Legion, shouted with his last bit of strength, not caring whether Si Kai in front of him heard him or not. He was panting, his face pale, and the hand holding the magic wand was shaking.

He looked around, his face as sad as a hazelnut that was knocked to the ground by hail and buried deep in the snow.

A total of 1,060 soldiers have been fought to the point where only 500 are left. They are surrounded on this hill by the endless wilderness coalition forces, like a white sailing ship sailing on a stormy sea, and there is no telling when it will be capsized by a huge wave.

To be honest, if the other party was not a foreigner, the fate of being captured would only be beheading and eating. I'm afraid the soldiers around would have dropped their weapons and knelt down in surrender.

With nearly half of the casualties, even Debe's most elite legion could not withstand such a casualty ratio. I'm afraid they would start to collapse if the casualties reached only 30% to 40%.

In history, the strongest army that Fu Jin knew was the Knights of the Holy Light of the Holy Light Church. In that desperate battle against the army of undead, the death ratio reached 60%. In the end, they relied on their indomitable willpower to block the sea of ​​undead, successfully bought precious time for their friendly forces, and resolved this undead disaster that left a heavy mark in history.

However, there were no Knights of the Holy Light and no friendly forces present, and the opponents were almost the same as the Undead Scourge.

They rushed up one after another without regard for their lives, it was endless and filled with unstoppable despair.

"What the hell is Fujiro doing? I've been fighting here for almost a whole day and I can't even see a ghost."

Sikai, who never swore, also learned some of the essentials from the lord and kept cursing angrily.

Originally according to the plan, Lord Li was going to go around to support the city wall. As long as they held here and waited for Fujiro's reinforcement, they would be able to successfully set up a line of defense here and become a thorn in the opponent's side.

The plan was fine, and they successfully blocked the attack of the Wilderness Alliance. However, the battle lasted from day to night, and none of the messengers they sent out returned.

Not a single one of the main forces that he was thinking about emerged from the shadow forest.

It was like a brothel appeared out of nowhere in Shadow Forest, and everyone went there to have sex with the women.

The battle up to now can no longer be summarized as heavy losses. If it weren't for the group of Pandaren to resist the group of Tauren on the opposite side, they would have been dealt with by the other side long ago. How could they have fought until now?
The equipment of the wild people is so shabby, not to mention compared with the Thorn Legion, even compared with those rural militia groups, that even the most stingy commander has to cough up the gold coins he embezzled to purchase a slightly decent three-piece set of militia.

Many tauren can only wear homemade animal hide armor, which can only be said to provide better defense than nothing.

But in reality, the better-equipped Legion of Thorns did not gain any advantage against these beggar-like Minotaurs, because these Orc warriors were simply too strong.

He roared and swung his arms out with a heavy blow. The crude iron hammer landed on the target with a loud bang and sparks flew everywhere, just like he was hammering iron. Even though the heavy armored infantry of the Thorn Legion were wrapped in plate armor as thick as iron cans, they were still hit and vomited blood.

But when the targets are changed, the outcome is completely opposite. The Pandaren, who are even more muscular than these Tauren, are like bullying a group of malnourished cousins.

Both were strong men who were three blades tall, but the Pandaman was obviously more developed horizontally. The two behemoths roared and crashed into each other, black iron hitting black iron, sparks flew, blood and flesh scattered, and finally merged into a stream on the already muddy ground, and the smell of iron and blood filled the air between heaven and earth.

The seemingly burly and invincible Minotaur fell to the ground with his head raised, his facial bones embedded with the weapons that collided with him, and he was completely dead.

In this most courageous battle among the orcs, the Minotaur came to a regretful end.

Because they found that no matter in terms of strength or martial arts, they had to admit that they were weaker than the group of honest-looking black and white fat men in front of them.

The main forces in this war were only the Minotaur, the Pig-headed Men and the Lizardmen.

In comparison, the goblins seemed brave and almost accomplished the feat of taking the second brother of the enemy general from the midst of thousands of troops, but their actual performance explained why vassals are vassals.

Faced with the heavy plate armor of the Legion of Thorns, their clumsy attacks were like tickling, completely cannon fodder.

The reason why the Wilderness Alliance brought them with them was simply because they could jump up and down in the crowd and attract some of the attention of the enemy's human warriors.

The current situation is that nearly three to four thousand ragtag troops of the wilderness are besieging the five to six hundred soldiers of the Thorn Legion who are shaky on the hill.

In fact, the number of people is far greater than this, but the terrain can only support so many people attacking at the same time, and more cannot be deployed.

As for how many people were still behind in the wilderness, Levi couldn't see because the heavy snow falling from the sky blocked his view.
“The situation is a little better than I thought.”

Levi put the telescope on his lower back, lowered his head and grinned at Heather, revealing his full mouth of white teeth.

With one easy leap he landed from my shoulder onto the snow nearby.

"My Lord, do you have to stand on my shoulders to see clearly?"

Heather had a resentful look on her face. If eyes could kill, the lord would have been cut into pieces and finally thrown into the dwarf's iron-breaking machine, smashed into meat paste and fused with the red-hot iron.

"You can see far from your high place, but you don't understand? Forget it, why am I talking to a military idiot about this?" The lord waved his hand and put on his armor.

In order not to waste time, they rushed over in a hurry. Now seeing that Sikai and Panda could still hold on for a while, the lord was not so anxious anymore.

Heather was so angry that her teeth were itching. Looking at his back, she wanted to smash him on the head with a transmutation spell.

"Why are you standing there like an idiot? Don't you have any sense at all? Come here and help me put on armor." Levi suddenly turned around, his face full of dissatisfaction.

Under the dim moonlight, the drow smiled. Even Debe's strictest grooming teacher could not find any fault with him. "Yes, sir."

(End of this chapter)