Stratholme God

   Chapter 972 Shattered Peace (3 more)

  The world praises the awesomeness of the Alliance tank troops.

The propaganda of the    Alliance is also like this, as if there will be no more eggs under the steel track.

  Actually, McDonald, who is a traveler, is the most sober one.

  How can a tank be so awesome, let's not talk about artillery and armor, just the off-road ability that is in a hurry has an absolute dead end.

   A very simple way to make all the alliance's tanks stop - dig anti-tank trenches!

  A trench that is more than 10 meters wide and 5 meters deep is enough to make most tankers die.

  The anti-tank trenches in World War II on Earth were often dug as deep as they were deep, and anti-tank mines were especially buried under the trenches.

  Most of the trenches on the earth are dug by construction machinery, bulldozers, excavators and the like, and they will dig them horizontally and vertically on the battlefield in minutes.

  The horizontal trenches are easy to understand. The vertical ones are often pits. If you really rush along the route predetermined by the defender, then you will have a lot of fun.

   It is about a few tenths of the cost of ordinary artillery to earn you a tank, and I will ask you if you lose.

   Change to Azeroth, let the orcs take a sapphire shovel, the speed of manpower digging is not necessarily much lower than your excavator, and it is more fuel-efficient.

   Don't look at the hype, McDonald's is very clear that the future of the Alliance's mechanization is definitely not tanks, but mecha units. For a long time, they have spent great efforts to steal and rob all kinds of technologies, and they have also forced blood elf craftsmen and gnome craftsmen to engage in research and development day and night, just for this.

   Ashenvale and Felwood are typical terrain that can't play tanks.

   Such a complex terrain is naturally the world of the rangers and other forest people.

   There is another problem, the dark spirit loves the forest like life. The Burning Legion destroyed the forest, of course, desperately fighting the demons. If the human army as an ally destroys the forest... ahem, who can guarantee that the dark spirit will not withdraw from the alliance?

  The night elves are so difficult to serve.

   Send out Mecha troops on the designated route to drive the demons back to Mount Hyjal as soon as possible. A mountain battle is better than a jungle battle. That was McDonald's plan.

   is just the biggest obstacle to the plan itself, the night elves themselves!

   As soon as MacDonald opened his mouth, a group of high priests from the Sisterhood of Elune jumped up beside Tyrande. Before Tyrande could speak, they almost spit at Macdonald.

   "No! Those giant mechs will destroy our forest."

   "There is no path for mechs in the forest at all."

  …

  Barabara, as noisy as a wet market.

   McDonald's wasn't annoyed either, as soon as he sat back, he sat on the chair, folded his arms and crossed Erlang's legs, watching them squirt. He didn't even stare at Tyrande, too lazy to put pressure on the night elf high priest.

Tyrande did not speak to McDonald, and gritted his teeth: "XXX and XXXX, in the name of Elune, the goddess of the moon, I order you to lead the troops and immediately attack the Burning Legion in Felwood Forest. If you can't stop it, then Die there!"

  The atmosphere suddenly froze, and the high-ranking priestesses who were still domineering just now stood there stupidly.

Tyrande raised his eyebrows and his eyes sharpened: "What? Can't you hear the order? Is it deaf or a bad brain? Or is it that my words, as the spokesperson of the goddess, don't work well? Also, let Fandral deer Helm's Claw Druid troops are also on board!"

   The atmosphere of the Astrana command immediately dropped to freezing point.

   But, what else can that vote of high priest say?

   Guarding the holy mountain of Hyjal was originally the duty they agreed with the guardian dragon, and it was the price they paid for enjoying endless life and eternal youth.

   In the past ten thousand years before the emergence of the Alliance, this honor and responsibility belonged to them.

   Everyone knows that the night elves alone can't carry it with their strength, but they need the Alliance to contribute, and they don't let the Alliance go to fight. The other leaders don't know, and McDonald's will definitely give up.

   The fastest Stratholme people in the entire alliance are on strike, then wait for the rescuers from other alliance countries to arrive... Hehe! Are they here to collect corpses for the dark elves?

On the    magic mirror, no matter which screen is cut, the night elves are in retreat.

   Countless small demons cooperated with the mountain giants and large treants corrupted by the fel energy slurry to crush the night elves. Basically, the dark elves still have the power to fight, and they are the two-headed Chimera troops. However, the number of such powerful raptors is too small to turn the tide of the battle at all.

  So Tyrande made a decision - she sent the two most conservative and stubborn high priests together with Fandral's iron rod to deliver the food.

Finally, when the high-level dark elites dispersed, and only Tyrande and McDonald were left in the corner of the military conference hall, Tyrande asked with a livid face, "If I insist on not allowing the Alliance troops to destroy Forest, what will you do?"

McDonald took a cup of black tea from Maiev, took a breath, shook the cup, and took a sip: "The Alliance will fully respect the independence, territorial integrity and religious beliefs of each member state. If the Throne Council votes, , that the Stratholme Ranger and Gilneas werewolves will enter Felwood as soon as possible..."

   I didn’t finish that part, naturally the other troops couldn’t help.

   And the horse is a thousand miles horse, and the horse does not eat grass, how can there be such a cheap thing?

   "Where's the Trident?" Tyrande was somewhat reluctant.

   "Transformation." MacDonald snapped his fingers, and a trident officer trotted over immediately, MacDonald raised his eyelids: "Tell the high priest, your current occupation is..."

  【Space-Time Ranger】Put out his chest: "The glorious new type of person, Abu, is a Gundam pilot!"

   If you are poor, you will have three or three tactics. If you are rich, you will open the way with artillery.

   I just went through it before, so I can't help you as a kitchen knife team. Now that there is Gundam, even if it is a prototype machine, who will play hand-to-hand combat with you?

  Mecha is a man's romance!

   will not go to the ground, and will never be a big boss again in this life, unless... you add money!

  Tyrande refuses to open the borders, does not give Gundams, and does not offer elf girls. Of course, if the Trident strikes, it will strike.

  This group of sand sculptures came out and refused to be infantry. They really choked Tyrande and wanted to vomit blood.

  The benefit of McDonald's refusing to marry Tyrande at first appeared at this time.

   I'm with your husband and I don't sleep on a pillow, and I don't even have to blow the pillow wind.

  It's not that there are no dark spirits around McDonald's, but Tyrande saw Maiev's face and immediately knew that even speaking would be counterproductive.

   Maiev: Tyrande, you still owe me the throne of the goddess high priest for a month.

   MacDonald's attitude: The big deal is that you can't stand the dark spirits, let the Burning Legion kill the dark spirits all the way, and then it will be the main force of the alliance to play.

  If not, the news came back a day later that the blocking troops that Tyrande sent were all destroyed.

   The picture passed back is too brutal, maybe this is the legendary 'Break Peace'!

   (end of this chapter)