Let the cavalry continue the attack, just buy some more time for the infantry in front. Falk felt that he still personally supervised the frontal battle, and was more confident of achieving the victory he deserved.

So, after sending off his lieutenant, he immediately gave the order to all the commanders in front of him to attack.

"Let the troops attack immediately! The whole army presses on! Don't give the other party any time to adjust! Faulk opened his mouth to order, and the war drums behind them began to beat again.

The sound of trumpets began to echo, conveying the simplest order - the whole army began to attack, for the sake of the Rock Empire!

Driven by this order, all of the Rock Empire infantry phalanxes began to march forward slowly, their banners fluttering in the wind and their shouts shaking the earth.

Seeing his troops pressing forward, Focke rode forward. The victory in front of him was within reach, and he wanted the whole army to see his banner and was forging ahead.

"Whole army! Sortie! Seeing that the enemy couldn't wait to attack, he waved his arm forward, and Sona, the commander of the Ellan Hill Empire Construction Corps, also gave the order to attack loudly.

She wasn't going to waste time here, destroying the enemy head-on with the Orc Clan's forces was her best option right now.

After all, she had already received a report from Harold's side that the native cavalry had been crushed, and if she didn't act quickly, the enemy might run away.

In this battle, it was her goal to defeat the enemy as much as possible, so she decided to give the other party a ruthless blow before the other party took the initiative to retreat.

Hearing her commander's command, Arya slashed her sword forward, "Stop taunting! Army! Sortie! ”

The orc troops standing in place grinned and smiled with satisfaction, they were all too familiar with this rhythm, and after greeting each other's rain of arrows, they began to charge at the enemy's phalanx.

The only regret is that they don't have a bear-man army, and if those tank-like bear-man troops had cleared the way, the battle might have ended a little more quickly.

"Forward!" An orc officer shouted aloud, and the rows of orc infantry in front of him had begun to take a hungry stride forward.

Like a city advancing on the plains, the orcs marched in unison, wearing heavy armor that didn't interfere with their movements.

They just moved forward step by step, not caring about their flanks, which would expose them to the superior forces of the other side.

"We are orcs!" As they slowly moved forward, the orcs began to chant their ancient war songs in a low voice.

"We are made to kill and plunder!" Although the voice was low, such a deep voice was still like despair in hell echoing in the air when it was read out by two thousand low-voiced orc warriors at the same time.

Soon, the human infantry, who were already very close to them, also heard the whispers of these desperate demons: "Our power makes the enemy desperate!" ”

At the same time, they also noticed that the enemies who seemed to be standing in front of them did not look slightly taller.

Originally, they thought that the other party was just a tall person standing in front of them, making the whole team look stronger. They do it a lot, so there's no doubt about it.

But after approaching the phalanx of the orcs, they found that the other party was not just a little taller.

Each soldier of these orc troops is not only tall, but also very, very strong. The heavy armor on those bodies didn't seem to be able to completely wrap around the muscles of these strong warriors.

The armies of both sides are approaching each other, and they are approaching very quickly. The soldiers in the front row of the Rock Empire slowed down because they noticed something unusual, but the soldiers behind them were still moving forward.

For a while, the phalanx, which had been a little looser, began to become crowded, and the pikemen in the back row, before they could put down the tips of their guns, crashed into the back of their own people.

"Go ahead!" An officer was crowded in a queue of his own people, angrily urging the soldiers in the front row to move forward.

"What the hell!" The other soldiers behind the officer were pushed to move on, and the pressure suddenly doubled, so they cursed: "Why stop? Idiot! ”

"We are orcs!" The orc troops, still maintaining their formation, continued to walk forward, as if what stood in front of them was not a thick wall of enemy soldiers, but ears of wheat in the fields.

Still humming a muffled song, they leveled their spears at a very close distance to the enemy.

It was a five-meter-long spear, and when it was flattened, the entire phalanx of the orc clan turned into a big hedgehog with iron beatings.

The spear-wielding orc warrior leaned forward and hummed in a low voice, "Heaven bless our souls!" ”

With his humming, the soldiers of the Rock Empire who stood in front of the edge of his spear were easily pierced along with their shields.

With a slight force on his wrist, the orc soldier twisted the spear and pulled it out. The Rock Empire soldier, who was stabbed in pairs, fell down holding his stomach.

As soon as the two sides approached, the orcs immediately had a height advantage, and their height allowed them to launch two rows of attacks at the same time on the opponent's stomach and head, and this condescending style of play was simply bullying.

The Rock Empire soldiers, who had to face two rows of spears at the same time, found that neither their own armor nor their shields could stop the sharp spears of the other party.

The tips of those spears, the moment they pierced their skinned wooden shields, were as easy as if they were cutting into the cheese.

So, the Rock Empire soldiers in the front row could only grit their teeth and try to see if they could fight these damn big men in close quarters.

Then, through their shields, the Rock Empire soldiers who charged forward could hear the whispers they didn't understand—rhythmic and creepy.

They heard the orcs humming in a low voice, as if they were the farmers humming a song while they were harvesting wheat straw in the fields: "The ground under our feet! ”

"Endless wars are bred!" When they heard this, another row of spears pierced out from the gap in the heavy, cold shield of the other party, piercing directly through their bodies.

Before he fell, a poor Rock Empire soldier finally saw the big face of an ugly orc without a mask armor through the crack.