Chapter Eleven Before the War
Centaur (House) Glen was riding nervously on the hillside, holding his most cherished weapon - a modern version of the crossbow from the earth. This was sent to him by Zhang Quan, the most respected human lord. Although it looked a bit too delicate and small, it did not hinder its terribleness in the hands of these centaurs who had sharp eyes and were good at running, riding and shooting.
Every centaur on the wasteland is a natural shooter.
The biggest feature of this crossbow sent by Mr. Zhang Quan is its fatal accuracy.
The creation of the modern industrial society on earth has given it this unparalleled characteristic. Every pulley, every steel piece, every alloy steel cable, and every fine even smallest part are forged in fine detail. When combined, it turns it into the most perfect work of art on this wasteland.
Although its lethality is still somewhat insufficient for the orcs, its accuracy is undoubtedly trustworthy, especially now that most of them are held in the hands of natural Sagittarius Centaurs in the wasteland.
In Zhang Quan's tribe, there are not many centaurs now, and there are only more than twenty goals and plans. But now they are all used as the main force.
Speaking of this, I want to talk about it. Bow and arrow, a weapon that dominated the ancient human war on Earth before humans entered the age of muskets, also exists on the Gaia continent. However, in the northwest wasteland, this weapon is not prosperous.
First, the warriors of the orcs are basically composed of strong war races. Even if they do not rely on armor, their thick skin alone is far from being able to conquer the power of the original bow and arrow. Think about the large group of orcs on the battlefield besieged a beast, shooting at the beast, making it full of arrows, but it is to cure it from the way it is not dead. What is that feeling? Zhang Quan has had this enlightenment since the time he met the jackal that almost killed him.
Therefore, there are many large beasts that produce large beasts on the grassland. The beast tendons of these beasts are good materials for making bows and arrows. However, since they have little effect in the war between the orcs, few races are willing to work hard to learn it. After all, bows and arrows, whether they are made and maintained or used, are a very time-consuming and laborious task. They have a lot of investment but no output. Even the orcs with little brains are unwilling to do this.
Compared to using bows and arrows, weapons such as tomahawks and warhammers are more in line with the habits of passionate orcs. There are only minorities such as Centaur Berg on the grasslands. This is very different from the humans and elves in the south.
This is also the reason why the non-strong war race of centaurs is called on the front line of Hailarburg in the southeast. It has always liked to recruit a large number of centaurs, a non-strong war race. It is useless to orcs, and does not mean it is useless to humans. Even if humans wear armor, they cannot compare with the thick skin and flesh of the orcs. The archers of centaurs are not good for orcs, but shooting humans is accurate. In the war against humans, centaur archers are even used as the main force.
So there is a reason why Zhang Quan recruited Centaurs as the main combat force in the tribe.
When the young Gelan was told that he had become a warrior under the lord, he was very excited. Unlike many of the people around him who came here in a daze just to have a meal, treating Zhang Quan as the same companions as the lords and men in the tribe in the past, Gelan felt that Zhang Quan was different from those people from one day.
This tribe called "Base" is also very different.
Although Zhang Quan is a human, he is not as greedy and fierce as the legendary humans in the tribe. Instead, he paid a lot for the orcs here. I remember that when Ge Lanchu came to this tribe, he, his mother, younger brothers and sisters, the whole family had just been driven out by the tribe. As the elderly, weak, women and children of the Centaur tribe, when winter comes, they are going to be sold. When the men of the tribe drove them out, they didn't even have a bite of food.
In this way, when I was hungry, I would peel off the snow and chew the grass roots under the snow. When I was thirsty, I would chew a few bites of the ice and snow on the ground. In a few days, my poor mother was starved to death, and I dragged my brothers and sisters to struggle step by step to the near base mountain. At that time, I was already skinny and dizzy, and couldn't tell the difference between the east, south, west and north. It was the tribe who gave me a second life, allowing myself to eat again and have the opportunity to become strong, and become a glorious centaur warrior.
With such experience, almost every wandering orc who came here has. The orcs who came here have lost all their relatives and hopes and become the kind of people whose fire of life will be extinguished at any time. Only in the Base Mountain Tribe can everyone find the feeling of home again.
In this tribe, no one is above them, no one is discerning at random. Everyone in the tribe, including the old people in this tribe, are all poor orcs from the wasteland, so naturally there is no bad habit of the superiors who like to oppress people.
The Lord Lord is a good man and a great benefactor to all wandering orcs.
Not to mention anything else, it is gratifying to be able to pay out of your own pocket and provide food to the poor orcs to prolong their lives, and it is worth the orcs to work for him. All races on the mainland know how difficult it is to be able to eat a full meal this winter. The orcs on the wasteland have a low life. In the past, human merchants in Hailarburg could buy the loyalty of an orc by paying a few iron tools to follow them to the human world and go through the water and fire, and never regret it for the rest of their lives. What's more, now?
He Gelan was not afraid, nor was he afraid to fight with the big guys, especially when the lord saved his dying brother and sister with precious food, and gave his family a new hope.
He was very dissatisfied with his timid and fearful friends. He fought hard and fought. What was scary? The orcs on the wasteland were never afraid of death in battle, but were afraid of the endless torture hunger.
Just as the Lord said, those Pigs had only two eyes and two hands, and their heads fell off and died. What's so scary? For the Lord, for his family, and for the protection of everyone's new tribe called the base. He was not afraid of fighting against the most brutal strong-war race among the orcs!
Holding the crossbow given by the Lord Lord in his hand, he had the confidence to shoot the enemy's eyes in a blink of an eye. It was the most vulnerable part of the orcs' body, and even a short crossbow arrow was as deadly.
While thinking about this, the young centaur could not help but tremble slightly. He and his friends were lying on the hillside behind the base, waiting for their first battle in their lives with anxiety.
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Zhang Quan also lay here, carefully observing the movements below. Since he suddenly became angry and roared and persuaded his subordinates a few days ago, he has opposed the opinions and arranged this battle based on the experience of not much paper talk in his life.
The group of orcs under his command are obviously honest people at the bottom, they are not strong in character, and they have not received any training from combat soldiers. It is unrealistic to make them suddenly brave and take the initiative to fight face to face with the enemy. Even if he himself has no combat experience, he knows this.
The first battle of these newcomers can only rely on wisdom to maximize their use of the enemy's intention to prevent.
It is easy to solve weapons, but it is a war of cold weapons. Zhang Quan believes that these alloy tools he owns are very good-quality weapons. Although they are not sharp, they are the most powerful weapons, such as large objects, hammers and shovels, which are the most suitable weapons for the working people.
The enemy he faced was not very strong, but a third-rate force on the wasteland, who only dared to bully the kind and mighty native local snake in a small area in the northwest corner of the wasteland. Such little guys like bastards would not have too high combat power, nor would they have the experience of formal combat. He felt that he could withstand it.
So he didn't say he was resistant, but just asked Old Kate and the Pigeon Alliance to pass messages back and forth, dragging them without any slightness or hardship. Sure enough, the Pigeon Alliance did not doubt it. After sending people to scold them severely but it didn't work, he finally decided to send troops.
However, due to the weakness of Old Kate and others, the people in the Pig League did not feel the strength here. After receiving the confirmed news that the base tribe had only a size of three or four hundred people, they finally made a wrong judgment.
Three or four hundred orcs, and they are also wandering orcs?
How powerful can such a group of people have?
You should know that the wandering orcs are the elderly, weak, sick and disabled in the tribe. They can no longer make greater contributions to the tribe before they will be driven out from their own lives. There will be no strong fighting races in this group of people, nor will there be powerful warriors in the tribe. No matter how many such a group of people gather, there will be no great threat.
Not to mention, the low-level orcs are born in the eyes of high-level orcs in the eyes of the tribes. Such people are born to die in this society where the strong prey on the weak and do not deserve to live at all.
Such a group of people will naturally not worry.
The Pige Alliance randomly sent out a soldier, two hundred well-equipped and powerful combat soldiers in the tribal alliance. In their script, when this soldier came out, he naturally destroyed the so-called base tribe when he arrived. Perhaps, those lowly orcs might not even resist.
So, the first battle in Zhang Quan's world began in this state. On one side were more than 300 stray orcs, among which nearly 400 orcs in the base tribe were scared away by the news that the Pig Alliance was attacked. They were already soldiers of the whole people, while on the other side were two hundred war soldiers of the Pig Alliance of the local indigenous tribe.
In the early morning of that day, in the nest of the base tribe, Zhang Quan and his friends received news from the enemy. Kenya, the scout flying in the air, monitored the enemy's every move early.
In the distance, they are about to arrive.
Chapter completed!