Anomaly Of Warcraft

Do a simple arithmetic problem.

A man weighing 100 kilograms needs three kilograms of rations to travel 100 kilometers on foot.

The straight-line distance between the departure place and the destination is about 600 kilometers.

It is known that this brawny man needs to carry two sets of summer clothes, one set of winter clothes, one set of armor, two water bladders, one set of swords and shields, and several throwing axes.

It was also learned that a horse's weight was about one-third of its body weight, and its food intake was twice that of the brawny man.

So here comes the problem.

Which excavator technology is strong...

Cough.

In fact, Carlos did say this topic.

"Look at these sculptures, these magnificent buildings. The dwarves are so big and nodded, but they made things that fulfilled the standard of [Big is beautiful, more is good]. It's really amazing!"

In fact, with the marching lineup, it is impossible to jump from the wetlands all the way to Ironforge.

Packing carts with large and small packages, not to mention the speed of marching, just the mobilization of mules and horses is a big problem. Moreover, the dwarf's living environment has a large temperature difference between day and night. Once it leaves Khaz Modan and enters above the snow line of the Dun Morogh Mountains, the amount of supply consumed is even more frightening.

In July, when I was in the wetlands, I wanted to be naked to enjoy the cool air. When I entered the mountains, I had to wear a coat in the morning and evening. I walked less than 50 kilometers further. After the last section of the mountain tunnel, my shoes had to be stuffed with fur rags.

Moreover, the straight-line distance from Ironforge is still 200 kilometers, and the army's stock of food is not enough for three days.

what can we do about it? How to do……

The answer is actually very simple.

Wait.

Whatever travels a thousand days by day, travels eight hundred by night, or a lone army, it is impossible to kill it.

In the real marching war, which one does not fight more with less, there is no way to win if you are prepared.

On the second day that Carlos led the battle, the second batch of transportation brigade had already escorted supplies and began to chase.

Long-distance marching will consume slow and huge physical strength, and waiting for work is not empty talk.

Carlos wasn't going to replace the head with the tired elite and the abandoned son of the orc. After guarding the checkpoint, taking a break for the time being, and waiting for the rear army to deliver the supplies, the advance legion he led is also ready. Then it would be great to break through the blockade and join the Ironforge in full state.

The returning scout cavalry reported the situation every four hours, and the rear team arrived about two days later.

As long as there is news.

Don't care if a few carriages broke down today, and a few donkeys ran tomorrow, Carlos stayed at the camp with peace of mind.

The troops must be trained strictly when garrisoned, and the rules must be correct when they go to war.

There is no large-scale training, and as long as the officers are well held, the soldiers will basically be unable to mess up.

After checking the situation of each sentry, he kicked a few slackers in the ass, and Carlos returned to the camp to rest.

As a result, a group of Paladins who used Carlos as their mentor pulled their king out of activities after dinner.

In July, it gets dark slowly, the sun has been setting for almost half an hour, and the sky is not dark. The wood for the bonfire has been stacked, and it can be lit when the sky gets darker.

Beside the unlit firewood pile, a group of active paladins were fighting half-playfully and half-contested.

Seeing these young people sweating, Carlos was relieved and a little bit emotional.

In fact, I am not too old, and I have become a master without knowing it.

When he was a child, the inexplicable fear of the future drove Carlos to keep training.

After I was young, I finally made a good life plan. A strong physique is an indispensable condition, and the training is more demanding.

As an adult, he was driven to a high position by fate, and suddenly he was found to be too high to get off, so that the exercise never stopped.

Before he knew it, Carlos found that he had reached the pinnacle of mankind in combat.

Seeing the loopholes of the guys who can actually be classified as peers, Carlos couldn't help laughing.

"Your Majesty, what are you laughing at?"

Ymir's attention never left Carlos, and found that the king smiled and followed the topic decisively.

"Suddenly thought of a paragraph."

"What are you talking about?"

Carlos did not pick up the stubbornness, but stood up.

After moving his ankles and shaking his wrists, Carlos inserted between the two who were really angry.

The best proof of the real anger is that all the onlookers noticed that Carlos had acted, but there was nothing else in the eyes of the two confronting each other.

"Your backhand is weak! Forehand is not fine! Loose steps! Unresponsive! No action is decent! Do you still want to compete with me on the same stage? Have your dreams!"

After not using it for a long time, Carlos's spoken Chinese has deteriorated a lot.

While shouting this slogan that had nothing to do with sword fighting, Carlos plunged between the two of them, using the opportunity of a fight between the two to grab their wrists, twisting and mentioning each other, letting go and kicking the hips in one go. . Then he knelt on his knees, hung his elbows on his shoulders, and flipped the other one, separating the two abruptly with solid basic skills and strong physique 1V2.

Cool!

"Your Majesty, what do you mean by the battle cry you just yelled?"

It was discovered that the contest was interrupted by the king, and the two who got up from the ground were not angry, patted their butts, and asked with a smile.

"It means to tell you, what is a force for ten guilds. Without a strong physique, no matter how clever swordsmanship is, it is nothing but rootless wood and water without a source. Think about those orcs, the action is rough, but it can't stand it. Others have great strength. The orcs smashed with an axe, you can open the shield with one hand, and you can kill them with the next knife. But you are all veterans who have been on the battlefield, how many alliance recruits can't even stop with an axe Open, how many people need to hold shields in both hands to barely guard them, and there are some who usually train to be clever, who can’t set up a shield, and were split by the orcs with a shield and an axe."

Carlos turned the topic off and talked about his experience on the battlefield.

"No matter how powerful the weapon is, people will always be used. No matter how powerful a person is, it won't help in front of the legion. Some of you participated in the operation not long ago."

Listening to Carlos saying this, about one-fifth of the people around nodded.

"Those cultists are not afraid to die. Even if I am entangled by multiple guys, my head is numb. But what? In front of the legion forces, personal force is so pale and weak. The black and crushing arrows are overwhelming, so I’m not afraid of it. The shining light of swords rushes in like a wave, and I am not afraid."

Listening to Carlos speaking in a flamboyant tone, everyone laughed in response to the occasion, talking with fear.

"Afraid, what do you do when you are afraid? Rely on your comrades."

After saying this, Carlos's face instantly became cold.

Originally wanted to train a few more words, but from a distance, Carlos stopped when he saw a group of face-to-face dwarves coming over under the leadership of the guards.

As soon as the atmosphere interrupted, Carlos didn't have the heart to train his subordinates. Then he thought, it is not a big deal to be a little more angry than Douzhong, and there is no need to go online.

"Go on, Ymir, watch."

With a few commands, Carlos left the crowd and walked over to the dwarf who came slowly.

"Oh my God, he is so tall!"

"Ahem."

The dwarf in the lead heard the murmur of his companion and coughed badly, motioning them to pay attention to etiquette.

"The Honorable King of Alterac, His Majesty Carlos Barov. Hemet Nesingvari, the captain of the 3rd Squadron of the Fourth Army in Ironforge, brings you greetings from the King of Bronzebeards, His Majesty Magni ."

The dwarf carrying a musket and axe looked straight at Carlos with his head up.

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