As the camp gate opened enough to allow a person through, the goblins screamed sharply as they rushed in.

The farmers, seeing these vile creatures being so bold, were filled with rage, ignoring Avi's orders and grabbing weapons to engage in combat with the goblins.

"Damn it, this is the worst-case scenario I feared!" Avi exerted himself to control the startled horse, swinging his longsword on horseback and loudly commanding the farmers to temporarily retreat. However, these people were consumed by anger, solely intent on smashing the goblins' heads with their hoes or hammers.

"Keep opening the camp gate, don't rush into battle!" Avi shouted at the two farmers turning the winch. "Make sure to open the gate completely!"

Though there were many goblins, their combat prowess was low. Many of those who rushed in didn't even have decent weapons and could only reach out to grab people, only to be beaten to a pulp by the angry farmers, their heads cracked open, and brains bursting.

This temporary advantage didn't bring Avi any comfort. The moment the camp gate was fully open, he saw the scene he had anticipated: dozens of greenskins waving their weapons, screaming 'waghhhh' as they charged forward.

Even trying to dissuade them was futile. Avi decided to disregard these stubborn farmers and charge out on his own horse.

It's worth noting that greenskins were far more challenging to deal with than goblins. Even imperial swordsmen would struggle to defeat ordinary greenskin youths in one-on-one combat, let alone these angry mobs.

Faced with the melee of struggling bodies, Avi unhesitatingly spurred his horse towards the side gate. Fortunately, their charge was hindered by their own goblins, causing a jam in front of the camp gate. At this point, passing through the main gate was almost impossible.

After emerging from the side gate, Avi headed directly towards the chaos. Although the people near the lumberyard were surrounded by greenskins, they were led by Rafe and the giant swordsmen, resisting as a group. It wasn't easy for the greenskins to devour them.

In contrast, the farmers at the main gate were on the verge of collapse at any moment.

Avi urged his horse to gallop at full speed, shouting loudly as he repeatedly charged into the greenskin pile, swinging his sword.

He couldn't afford to care about what his sword hit or control where his horse went. For any experienced rider, this was tantamount to suicide.

But he had no choice; this was the only way to turn the tide of battle.

The greenskin youths gradually became more agitated. They began to throw goblins outside, kick them aside, or even directly chop them into pieces with an axe, all in order to rush into the camp gate for a very 'waghhhhhh' rampage and slaughter.

Although outnumbered, Avi's repeated charges had an effect on the greenskin youths. They were dizzy from being knocked over by horses, infuriated by the human who dared to strike them and began to quarrel among themselves.

Seeing this scene, Avi finally felt relieved. After one last charge, he laboriously pulled on the reins to let the foaming horse rest, his joints and bones sore from the jolting, and his body scratched and torn.

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"This should buy us some time, but we must first go and rescue Rafe and the others," Avi gasped, "There are many greenskins over there, but as long as we can make them disorganized and coordinate with Rafe, rescuing them shouldn't be difficult."

In fact, the battle over there was in favor of the mercenaries. Clad in armor and wielding giant swords, the imperial swordsmen were roaring in battle, while the greenskin youths were almost defenseless, wearing only cloth and leather armor, cut down by the giant swords like hot knives through butter.

Rafe was enjoying the sight, exclaiming that cutting greenskins was much more fun than cutting wood, unaware that his boss was racking his brains to figure out how to rescue him and break out.

After a brief respite, Avi charged towards the greenskins surrounding Rafe. Considering the density of the greenskins, he executed oblique charges around their formation, targeting only the outermost greenskins each time, decapitating them with every charge.

Before long, the speed of the warhorse significantly decreased, and its strength was nearly depleted. Avi, mounted on the horse, felt sore all over, and his weapon nearly slipped from his hand multiple times due to the blood on the sword hilt.

"Hold on, hold on..."

Avi kept encouraging himself inwardly as he launched charge after charge against the greenskins, wielding his sword to disembowel one or two greenskins with each strike.

Finally, after the warhorse neighed loudly and collapsed to the ground, Avi saw Rafe leading the greatswordsmen and lumberjacks charging out.

"Boss, I'm going to get you a pile of 'bowls' to use!" Rafe shouted excitedly.

Recalling his own words, "I'll make bowls out of their skullcaps," Avi couldn't help but smile bitterly: the mercenary group had improved, but when facing the greenskins, it was still not much different from before.

The battle thereafter became much clearer. The greenskins besieging the lumber camp were cut down by the charging greatswordsmen; the greenskins attacking the camp gate, along with the goblins beneath the gate and the farmers inside the gate, were engaged in chaotic combat, swiftly defeated by the returning lumberjacks and Rafe.

Avi joined the battle on foot, killing six greenskins in retaliation before finally collapsing from exhaustion.

With over half of the greenskins and goblins fleeing, and the humans too fatigued from prolonged combat, they only made token pursuit before returning.

The mercenaries and farmers lifted Avi high into the air, cheering victoriously. Amidst their adoration, Avi felt the unparalleled thrill of dominating the battlefield for the first time.

"It was fortunate this time that the greenskins were disorganized and lacked commanders, plus they were only infantry, unable to cope with us on the plains. But next time, we may not be so lucky. It's better to enhance personal abilities as a precaution."

At the celebration banquet, Avi's mind was filled with thoughts of how to allocate his skill points in the future. Meanwhile, Rafe drank heartily, dancing in the middle of the camp with a wild boar leg bone in each hand and a pitchfork.

After this battle, Avi gained two levels, allocating attribute points to constitution and agility, and upgrading skills in 'leadership' and 'weapon proficiency'.

While maintaining his weapons, Avi unsheathed his sword and swung it a few times, unable to help but exclaim, "With the skill upgrades, this sword feels much smoother. I should have invested in personal skills earlier."

With Manid sharing the burden of intelligence-based skills, Avi felt much relieved. Moreover, the system's judgments were quite lenient; as long as Manid remained his companion, his skills would continue to provide enhancement effects to the team.

"I should exercise regularly from now on." Lying on his makeshift bed of hay, Avi thought to himself, "After a little activity today, I ache all over. I won't be able to endure a major battle in the future."

Nevertheless, Avi didn't want to dwell on why the greenskins attacked. Their breeding habits and nature made them like moss, able to launch an attack from any crevice and vanish just as quickly.

Pursuing such a race was essentially meaningless. Right now, all he wanted was a good night's sleep and to resume reinforcing and designing the camp tomorrow.

As Avi was about to drift off to sleep, he could still hear the songs of the farmers and mercenaries outside the tent. People lived happily in this place, which was the most precious and rare life in the world of Warhammer—a life of humanity.