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More than twenty one-horned wild boars closely trailed behind Freya. The Wild Boar Men, who were a bit slower, closely followed behind under the leadership of the Wild Boar Man chief.
They chased for seven or eight li in one breath. The furtive-looking giant in front seemed to be running out of steam. From time to time, it would slow its pace and look back.
This made the gasping Wild Boar Men extremely excited.
This time, they must catch this troublemaker no matter what!
When they saw what they thought was a marmot turn into a valley and disappear, the Wild Boar Men didn't suspect anything and allowed the leading one-horned wild boars to follow in.
Freya, who had run into the valley, waited in the valley for a few seconds. When the one-horned wild boars were almost close, she dashed a few steps, leaped into the air, and cleared a five-meter-wide pit, then headed straight into the depths of the valley without a backward glance.
Caught off guard, the one-horned wild boars couldn't stop in time and tumbled into the pit one after another.
In the originally familiar valley, a huge pit suddenly appeared, measuring five meters wide, ten meters deep, and more than ten meters long!
This trap was dug by Leo, together with Freya, the militia, and the kobolds, over three or four hours.
More than half of the one-horned wild boars tumbled into the pit. The remaining ones huddled together, trying to turn around.
"All of you, get down there!"
Leo led the militia out of the forests on both sides of the valley, blocked the way of the one-horned wild boars, formed a tight shield formation, and taking advantage of the unsteady footing of the one-horned wild boars, rammed them into the pit one after another.
However, the one-horned wild boars were extremely powerful. Fifty militiamen pushed and prodded with all their might, but only managed to get a few unsteady one-horned wild boars on the edge of the pit down.
There were still five or six one-horned wild boars that roughly knocked the blocking militiamen flying and ran back.
Leo lashed out with a kick at one of the one-horned wild boars' hindquarters, trying to stop it.
With his strength, even a brown bear would be sent rolling, but the one-horned wild boar merely staggered and ran even faster.
These weren't wild boars; they were clearly a bunch of baby rhinos!
Without time to admire the results, Leo quickly directed the militia to reorganize their formation, face the valley entrance, and be on high alert.
The Wild Boar Men outside the valley finally rushed in. Seeing the small number of the militia, they didn't show any fear at all. They raised their weapons and launched a charge.
During the charge, the crossbows in the hands of the Wild Boar Men didn't stop either. Hundreds of crossbow bolts rained down like a shower of arrows.
The flying crossbow bolts were all stuck in the round shields of the militiamen. Only a few passed through the gaps between the round shields and hit the militiamen.
The Wild Boar Men's crossbows were extremely slow to reload. Leo observed through the gap in the shield. Seeing that the Wild Boar Men didn't plan to fire a second round, he shouted loudly, "Get ready!"
"Up!"
Several militiamen forcefully pulled the ropes buried in the grass under them. At five meters, ten meters, and fifteen meters in front of the militia's shield formation, fences made of sharpened thick wooden stakes were erected respectively, slanting towards the Wild Boar Men and blocking their way.
At the same time, on the left side of the valley, the sound of bowstrings being drawn was heard, followed by the shrill whistles of countless arrows piercing the air.
The arrow rain from the Wild Folk Hunters came overwhelming.
Unlike the slow rate of fire of the Wild Boar Men's crossbows, the Wild Folk could shoot six or seven arrows in a minute.
Once the arrow rain started, it never stopped!
Fifty Wild Folk archers actually created the imposing manner of hundreds of archers.
In just one encounter, more than ten Wild Boar Men, with five or six long arrows sticking out all over their bodies, fell on the charging path.
These one-meter-long arrows, as thick as a finger, were extremely powerful and terrifying. They easily penetrated the fur armor of the Wild Boar Men, pierced through their naturally thick skin, and penetrated muscles far more robust than human muscles, stabbing deeply into the vital internal organs.
Many of the arrows even protruded from the other side of their bodies, piercing the Wild Boar Men through and through.
Without the interference of the one-horned wild boars and the counterattack of the Wild Boar Men's crossbows, the Wild Folk Hunters, who had the height advantage, had no scruples at all and freely unleashed the arrows in their hands.
On the right side of the valley, the voices of kobolds also rang out. They emerged from the forest, waving the slings in their hands and launching an attack on the Wild Boar Men.
The kobolds hurled polished hematite stones. These stones were twice as heavy as cobblestones, almost like iron balls, and were even more powerful.
Leo clearly saw that a charging Wild Boar Man had his thick tusk struck by a hematite stone. The entire tusk instantly snapped off, and then the ricocheting stone tumbled and shattered his nose bridge.
Although their lethality was far less than that of the longbows and sharp arrows of the Wild Folk Hunters, the stones still pummeled the Wild Boar Men's heads and faces, making them howl in pain and unable to charge forward any longer.
Some of the Wild Boar Men halted their charge, reloaded their crossbows, and fired back at the kobolds.
The kobolds' small wooden shields deflected some of the crossbow bolts, but not all.
As soon as casualties occurred, the kobolds immediately lost their nerve and scurried into the forest one after another.
However, thanks to their distraction, more Wild Boar Men fell victim to the longbows of the Wild Folk Hunters.
More than thirty Wild Boar Man warriors led by the Wild Boar Man chief continued to charge towards the militia.
Their hunting companions were still grunting and crying for help in the pit.
Leo and the militiamen still underestimated the strength of the Wild Boar Men. Those thick wooden stakes in the middle only slightly impeded the Wild Boar Men's charge.
The first few Wild Boar Man warriors waved the two-handed hammers and maces in their hands. With just a few fierce blows, they shattered and splintered the pointed wooden stakes and flung them aside.
But the three rows of wooden stakes also successfully bought the militiamen some time.
"Prepare the javelins! Throw!"
After two rounds of javelins were thrown, more than ten Wild Boar Man warriors dropped more than ten meters in front of the militia's shield formation.
A plump Wild Boar Man warrior with a short spear lodged in his belly staggered forward and was the first to reach the front of the militia line. He swung the nearly thirty-pound stone hammer in his hand and smashed it hard on a militiaman's shield.
The immense force directly shattered the one-inch-thick oak shield, and the broken shield slammed hard into the militiaman's body.
This militiaman spat out blood from his mouth and nose, his arm was mangled, and he was sent flying by a single blow.
Before the Wild Boar Men could expand their gains, the companions behind the militiaman quickly dragged him away and filled the gap in the shield formation.
The militiamen didn't just stand there waiting to be beaten. Before most of the Wild Boar Men could swing their heavy weapons, they all stepped forward in unison, raised their shields, and rammed forcefully into the Wild Boar Men, restricting the heavy weapons of the Wild Boar Men and entering the wrestling stage in advance.
The combat skills that Ulyan imparted to the militiamen in the past were all inherited from the heavy infantry regiment of Wind God Fort.
And the target of the Wind God Fort infantry regiment was the green orcs, who were even stronger than the Wild Boar Men.
The average height of orc infantry was two meters, their arms were thicker than human thighs, and the two-handed battleaxes in their hands weighed at least over thirty pounds.
In a one-on-one scenario, human infantry have difficulty confronting orcs alone because of their height and strength disadvantages.
However, in war, human heavy infantry can still fight a fierce battle against an orc legion of the same size by forming a tight shield formation, using targeted combat skills, and closely cooperating with their comrades.
The militia led by Ulyan is a simplified version of the Wind God Fortress heavy infantry regiment. The daily training finally pays off at this moment.
They use their round shields to desperately press against the bellies of the Wild Boar Men, restricting their movements. Then, with single - handed swords and short spears in their other hands, they stab fiercely, pulling out the Wild Boar Men's internal organs alive.
A Wild Boar Man grabbed the edge of a militiaman's round shield and yanked it forcefully, pulling the man and the shield out of the shield formation. He threw the militiaman to the ground and stomped on the militiaman's chest.
Just as he was about to lift the great hammer in his hand to smash the militiaman's head, he suddenly felt his hands and feet go weak, and the weapon he usually handled so easily suddenly became extremely heavy.
Looking down, he saw that his belly had been pierced with several large holes by the other side's short sword, and half of his internal organs were already missing.
Looking up again, several short spears and single - handed swords simultaneously pierced his chest, abdomen, and neck.
As the last Wild Boar Man warrior in front of the militia dropped to the ground, around twenty remaining Wild Boar Man hunters who hadn't charged forward started to turn around and flee.
But how could these Wild Boar Men outrun the arrows of the Wild Folk Hunters? In just a few minutes, they became a heap of corpses on the ground.
The battle is over. In the vast valley, only a few frenzied one - horned wild boars were left, randomly chasing the kobolds.