Anomaly Of Warcraft

Long-term training can allow soldiers to complete their physical savings in a week, but mental fatigue is not so easy to eliminate.

It is a pity that war is something that destroys humanity, and the battlefield is a purgatory that creates madness.

"The soldiers are not in good shape. They are now supported by the morale accumulated by successive victories. There is also the advantage in numbers. Your Majesty, I do not recommend fighting against the main force of the trolls now. After all, the recruits in this army Too much."

Henry Shet found a chance to be alone and spoke to Carlos alone.

"Why don't I know, but you can't expect me to bring all Alterac's elite to the north in order to wipe Terenas' ass?"

Carlos patted the knight on the shoulder and motioned for him to sit down.

"Your Majesty, if we talk about covenants or promises, we have done enough. The covenants can accuse you, or accuse Alterac, but the limit is really reached. More than 1,500 people are here. Although the glorious victory eased the fear of anxiety, the soldiers are indeed tired. I don’t know when a small defeat may cause a big collapse. Your Majesty, don’t trust any troops except your guards. After all, they were half a year ago. Just some civilians and ordinary people."

At the request of His Majesty the King, Henry Shett sat down and expressed his worries.

Originally, Henry Shett had reservations about the upper position of the Barov family, but only for the consideration of his family and future, he responded to the call of the new king. But with the passage of time, Henry Shett became a staunch kingly party. The Grand Knight believed that Carlos was a gem bestowed on Alterac from heaven, a nearly perfect king, and an object worthy of allegiance.

Therefore, the great knight frankly expressed his worries-the human coalition is approaching its limit.

Except for Turalyon’s 1,000 men, Carlos’s veterans who had broken up to the grassroots were only 1,000, plus the knights of the Alterac Knights and Carlos’s guards, the entire coalition could fight. The veterans are quite big, and there are only two thousand five hundred people at full play. In the previous few battles, it was the bloody battles of these veterans that laid the foundation for the victory of the coalition.

But they suffered heavy losses.

Now, although those recruits have seen blood and experienced the fight, they are still recruits, and they may drop the chain anytime.

As long as you have seen blood, you are a veteran. These are deceptions in knight novels. There is no perennial training, no predecessor’s precepts and deeds, no years of experience accumulation, a recruit is a recruit, and killing someone is nothing but a courageous recruit.

Do you know the tactical command of the squad?

Do you understand the military formation flag and formation changes?

Do you know how to deal with emergencies?

Can you quickly replace the position after the officer's death?

Can you spontaneously die for the king and Alterac?

Ever since he discovered that many soldiers had night terrors during the night patrol, Henry Shett knew that this human coalition going north was almost at its limit.

Give these recruits some more time, and perhaps many people will become the backbone and pillars of the Alterac army in the future. But now, these guys who have fished a lot in Zumasha just want to return to their hometown safely to show off their prestige on the battlefield and squander the rewards given by the king.

"Henry Shett, guess what you said I know."

Carlos asked the great knight with a smile.

"Uh, I guess you know your Majesty."

Henry Shett was shocked, then answered.

"I thought you would answer, you guess I guess or not."

"Your Majesty, this is not the time to play tongue twisters!"

Henry Shett said annoyedly.

"Well, I think you are too serious and want to ease the atmosphere."

Carlos patted his cheek with both hands."Henry Shelter, who do you think I am? I have been studying the army since the age of six. At the age of fourteen, I followed General Odren to the Hinterland to beat the trolls. Until now, I call myself a sentence. It is the best fight among all kings, who dares not to accept it!"

Carlos said proudly.

"Your Majesty is mighty."

Henry Shet can only be convinced of Carlos's sturdy life. The king who can fight most, Carlos deserves his name.

"But, as a king, the things you consider are not the same as you generals."

Before Carlos finished speaking, Henry Shett quickly dismissed himself.

"It was the minister who overstepped..."

"You are too sensitive, forget it, no matter whether you are wrong or not, I will forgive your fault first."

"Thank your Majesty."

"Go on. I also know that this army is already a foreigner, but it has to fight, Henry Xie, otherwise all previous efforts will be abandoned!"

Carlos put away his smile and said solemnly.

"Your Majesty, please make it clear."

Henry Shett furrowed his brows and leaned forward unconsciously, obviously attracted by his king's words.

"Because of this war, we Alterac is the biggest loser. The flames of war pervade Hillbride, and we Alterac, our Barov family, the best place is in Hillbride, in Tarren Mill. Do you think I'm searching for so much wealth for my own enjoyment? Do you think I am mobilizing the crowd for Alleria's beauty? Do you think it's not good for me to take you all in Quel'Thalas? ?"

In the face of Carlos's grievous interrogations, Henry Schette said he didn't dare.

"Don't think that I don't know what you arrange behind me!"

As soon as this sentence came out, Henry Shett knelt down and pleaded guilty.

"Get up and sit down. I never doubt that the final victory must belong to the league, nor do I doubt that Alterac will eventually get out of the predicament. What then? Then what to do, you tin canned elm brains can ignore these issues, but I can't help but think about it, because I am your king."

"Your Majesty, you have worked hard."

Henry Shette heard his nose sour.

"Stop flattering, what am I talking about?"

Carlos was amused by Henry Shett.

"Say and then what to do."

"Then Quel'Thalas' attitude is very important. It is important to whether we can recover the loss in the Alliance, and it is serious enough to whether Alterac can survive the foreseeable year of famine after the war."

After Carlos finished speaking, he sighed for a long time. In this war, other countries are using the present to confront the enemy, and Alterac is the only one who is predicting the future.

"Your Majesty is right."

Henry Shet agreed with Carlos's rhetoric from the bottom of his heart.

"So this battle has to be fought, and if not, it has to be fought."

Carlos patted Henry Shett on the shoulder again, it was heavy, heavy.

"But your Majesty, some things are not transferred by our will. Soldiers can still fight downwind, but they can't stand desperation or even adversity."

Henry Shet was ashamed of speaking out against his ears.

"Then don't let the soldiers feel that they are in adversity. It depends on the ability of an officer."

"Your Majesty, please make it clear."

Henry Shett stood up, his body straight.

"Well, let me make it clear that your uncle, will you be kidnapped? Anyway, when facing the soldiers, all the officers have a unified caliber. We have a great advantage! As for how big, I want to go, this king pardons you for bragging innocent during this war. !"

"Yes, the minister understands!"

After Henry Shett left, Turalyon slowly wandered out.

"Your Majesty, is it really okay for you to let me hear these fortunate secrets? I'm afraid you will stop talking."

"It's an excuse to want to kill you too much, do you need this one?"

Carlos snorted disdainfully at Turalyon's funny joke.

"Actually, I wanted to tell you before that the soldiers don't want to fight anymore. Even the soldiers assigned to me by Marshal Lothar are tired."

A thousand people hit the current 711, even though Lothar sent Turalyon a veteran who had experienced the test of Hillblad's bloody battle, he could not erase his doubts and boredom.

Why do we have to fight for the elves? Isn't the glorious previous war not enough? Is it not enough to wipe out three thousand trolls? Is Quel'Thalas dead himself?

Under victory, the undercurrent can still be suppressed, but once it encounters difficulties, this seemingly powerful human coalition will not be able to conceal its weakness.

"I really hope that all the soldiers are soldiers with one hundred and thirty gold coins. If you want him to live, you will die, if you want him to die, you will die, and if you want him to go east but not west."

"If you are really a soldier of 130 gold coins, someone will definitely do it! Stop daydreaming and figure out how to deal with the full moon. Alleria will come back tonight and can't hold it back. The coalition will leave or stay? Retreat is a war, just wait for you to make a decision."

Turalyon punctured Carlos's fantasy soap bubble relentlessly and brought him back to reality.

"Where can I go back, Turalyon."

Carlos stood up, paced around in small circles, stopped and stopped, and said intermittently: "People are forgetful, whether they are humans, elves, trolls, or even orcs. The loser can win sympathy, but there is no sympathy. Usefulness. Victory, only victory, and only the victor is qualified to make a request. I really did not expect that Quel'Thalas would have such a mess. Up to now, Silvermoon City has actually done nothing, this is me I didn’t expect it at all. Originally, I was going to behave and wave the flag for Alleria. You know the previous strategy of Zu Aman, it looks extremely crazy, but there is no danger in fact. Fighting those three thousand trolls, It looks dangerous. We are exhausted, with mental arithmetic and unintentional, and it is also a tailwind. But now, the attitude of the elves makes me less confident."

"To be honest, if I have ten thousand people, I will help Alleria without hesitation. But I don't have it. I have only 700 people under my hand. And you are one of my best friends, I won't persuade you. You stayed. On the contrary, as a general, I would advise you to retreat. In a place like Yongge Forest, where there is no danger to defend, the number of troops is the fighting capacity, just like three thousand trolls can’t beat our six thousand coalition. I also don’t think our current weak army can defeat the trolls with a superior number. Carlos, it’s not that you are inferior to that Zujin, but that our entire coalition is inferior to the trolls of Armani."

Turalyon said these words calmly.

"But I'm like a gambler, in Alleria, in Silvermoon City, and in the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas, I put too many chips on the body. Now that I am gone, it is tantamount to a showdown."

After Carlos stood still, his face was tangled.

"Hey, I'm just Marshal Lothar's adjutant, a rookie, I don't understand your king's world. But no matter what decision you make, I will support you."

"Thank you, sorry."

Carlos summarized the feelings that could not be described in a thousand words into two words.

Afterwards, Carlos took the guards to patrol the barracks and found that the soldiers were in good spirits and cheered for themselves very enthusiastically, but the most asked question was when we would go home.

go home.

If you don't think of a country, how can you be a home.

However, in this human world under the rule of kingship, the country is the country, and the home is the home.

If Carlos led the soldiers all the way south, this human army would be waiting for it to kill the dragon and destroy the gods.

If Carlos continues to fight for the elves with this group of homesick people, I am afraid that his prestige will not be able to withstand the wave of deserters.

The military spirit is unavailable!

The traversers of other people's homes all fool a group of diehard loyalists in a few words, and the soldiers of their own have to be moved for profit and seduced by love. Carlos also dared to talk in his heart, how to live the life or how to live it. If things are done easily, how can the majesty be king?With coaxing and coaxing, Carlos finished his tour of the camp, comforted the wounded and sick, and promised a lot of specious empty promises, which was a temporary boost to morale.

In the evening, after eating porridge made from seeds of a forest plant unique to Quel'Thalas, Alleria returned.

The dusty Alleria ran almost a quarter of the Eversong Forest in just a few days.

Patting the dust on her body, pulling away the stalks on her long braid, Alleria waved away her attendant, sat next to Carlos, and stared at him in a daze.

"Huh? Oh, all of you go down."

Dismissed the attendants around him, Carlos continued his dinner, waiting for Alleria to speak.

"It's very bad. There are many signs that Zujin is going out. In this ghost place, we can't hold it and we must retreat."

Alleria said straightforwardly.

"..."

"Carlos, I know that such a request is excessive, but I hope you can help me."

Alleria was helpless at this time.

The elf ranger who originally claimed to walk through the mountains and ridges as if walking on the ground, the assassin's appearance is so embarrassed, it can be seen that when the human army is resting, it has not stopped at all. But the fatigue of the body is far less than the helplessness of the soul.

"I never promise lightly. A promise must be promised, so you say it first."

Carlos's heart was far less dull, and he almost talked about withdrawing troops just now.

Sure enough, people live more than two dozen, all depend on stability and affordability.

"There is no danger to defend here. We have to retreat at least 30 kilometers to Fengxi Valley to form a defense line. According to calculations, Zujin’s striker will arrive within three days, but it will take at least seven days to evacuate the surrounding compatriots. Time. Carlos, help me. I know I owe you a lot, but I can only ask you to help me."

Alleria put her hands around her knees and put her chin on her knees, indescribably weak.

"You have something to eat first, and I will give you an answer after eating. I need to think about it."

Carlos heard Alleria's request and found that things were not as bad as expected. At least Alleria's basic judgment as a commander was still there, and he did not ask the humans to smash the trolls.

"I'm not hungry."

"Then I have no answer."

"All right."

She scooped out a few spoonfuls of porridge water from the hot pot set on the fire by herself, and Alleria took a small bite to eat.

It is not a refusal. Under extreme fatigue, the body itself has no appetite.

Such a move gave Carlos more time to think.

After watching Alleria finish eating, she looked at herself with clear eyes, waiting for her final answer, just like waiting for the judge of fate to make the final sentence.

For some reason, Carlos's heart was touched.

At this moment, Alleria Windrunner is not the vengeful soul bound by the hatred of her younger brother Lilas, but a racial hero who sympathizes with others every day.

It was as if I wanted to change the tragic fate of my family.

The inexplicable resonance affected Carlos's decision.

Carlos stood up, regardless of the sticky porridge water at the corner of his mouth, and made a light print on Alleria's forehead.

"Sleep well, there is still a bad battle to be fought."

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