Stratholme God

   Chapter 133 I will lead the charge (4 more)

   (Leader givemepower plus update 8/20)

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   "We have a lot of people dead! Radu is dead, split mouth is dead."

   "A human soldier cannot be killed."

   "We demolished their walls."

   "Their gates are softer than the skin of a warg."

   Orc soldiers are generally illiterate and have some brains. They used to be shamans, but now they are mostly tricked into becoming warlocks. Anyway, these vulgar orc chiefs have a headache when they ask questions.

   Although there are a lot of dead people today, the chiefs see hope - the seemingly impregnable defense of human beings, it seems that it is not very good!

   "Orgrim is a coward! He was scared away by the garbage walls of humans," said the chief of the Greenfang clan.

   "Yes! He's a bitch! Did you find out, he's lost most of his beard." The Chief of the Dogpaw Clan agreed.

  These third-rate clan chiefs who didn't even have a name in history spoke ill of Orgrim.

   Don't blame them, these big olds have simple brains. The one who can lead them to defeat the enemy and get a better new hunting ground is a good warchief.

   After fighting with the new chieftain for more than half a year, I got something, a piece of 'barren' land. There is no large prey in their dreams, only some so-called food (wheat or something), which cannot feed the clan at all.

   They began to wonder if it was the right decision to give up their hometown and come here.

   Meanwhile, Orgrim's prestige decreases as he sheds his hair.

   Orcs worship power and macho!

  It's okay to have a bald head, but if you lose your beard, you look like a bitch.

   The disrespect of the Orgrim for Orgrim is growing.

   In fact, if there is a choice, Orgrim does not want to leave these waste chiefs with half muscles in their minds. There is really no one under him.

  Those with some brains, such as Kilrogg *Dead Eye, will leave him alone and besiege Ironforge.

   He understood that in order to crippling human beings, they must capture the capital of their kingdom. Once the capital is captured, the country will be destroyed, and the strength of human resistance will be reduced a lot at once.

   Relatively speaking, Stratholme, which is not the capital, has a strong army, but it is still not the focus of the strategy.

   Then something happened.

  Beginning in early February, when these chiefs lost contact with Orgrim, they violated the orders of the warchief and launched a storm on the fortress of Sodoril.

   McDonald's naturally smirked and accepted the orc's offensive.

   After being beaten for three days in a row, the outermost ice wall was smashed to pieces, leaving dozens of icicles. The battle moved to the second level of the city wall, a traditional rammed earth wall.

   Generally speaking, as long as the craftsmanship is passed, the city wall of rammed earth and bricks can withstand the bombardment of catapults.

  However, someone is full of bad water. Not only did the city wall cut corners, but the four bastions on both sides of the bridge were also heavily watered.

  Because the bastion adopts a sloping structure, it is originally anti-cannonball, and the extremely rough wooden catapult of the orcs cannot be broken at all. Hit it with a siege vehicle, throw a poke of kerosene on it from time to time, and let the orcs be themselves in the fire.

  If you want to get in, you can’t do it. The only entrance to this bastion is on the third floor, and it’s extremely narrow. Humans can enter, but orcs can’t.

   What's more, only sparse arrows will always be shot from the bastion, and it may not be able to kill an orc in a few minutes. After going back and forth, the orc simply doesn't care.

  Basically, the daily process is that the orcs brave the rain of arrows, push the catapult across the river to demolish the city wall, and fight with the human soldiers guarding the city wall.

   How many humans were killed, the orcs couldn't count, they only saw the results of their fighting.

   The second wall was broken on the fourth day of the storm.

   It's a pity that the human city walls are taller than the other, and the orcs can't occupy them.

   Basically, before night falls, the orcs will be beaten back across the bridge by the sudden force of humans.

   However, humans have not repaired the city walls, or the progress is very slow.

   The time has entered the second half of February, and a total of four city walls have been broken.

   This made the chiefs inexplicably excited.

   "You can break through all the walls of human beings and enter that fertile land!"

   "Have you heard? There are countless giant beasts in that Stan's territory for us to hunt."

  I don't know when, this very outrageous rumor spread among the orcs, and even attracted the orc clan that used to be in Alterac.

When the orcs were about to move and were about to launch a general attack, MacDonald was at the headquarters, meeting the piercing gazes of his subordinates: Rivendell, Serriek, Abidis, Kurtaz, Gavinrad* Doom, and Tirion Fordring.

   Among these people who have left their names in history, there are actually only the first two of McDonald's real direct subordinates, and the rest are either guest troops or cameos.

   McDonald's had to reuse them. The result of excessive violence was a serious lack of generals, not to mention excellent ones, and even a qualified one.

   Even the above group of people, in addition to the strength of Abidis, can actually barely bring 10,000 soldiers.

   This is caused by the lack of military common sense.

   Leading soldiers these days is a secret that has not been passed down, and is basically taught by his own ancestors or knight masters.

  How to lead troops, how to set up camps, and how to manage logistics are all very personal experiences.

   How can there be so many rich theoretical knowledge of traversers.

   As a result, 300,000 people, excluding the immobile garrison army, there are still 200,000 people, except for the above people, the remaining army commanders are all sand sculpture players, ahem, elite operators.

   It’s not to say that the traversers have much better common sense than these indigenous heroes.

   Those who have played the "Total War" series, at least know the heavy infantry resistance line, the light infantry flank attack, the cavalry rear assault, and how to use long-range troops to shoot the enemy's flank.

   Those who have played the "Simulated City" series are all talents who build barracks and logistics equipment lines. Know how to mix ingredients or something.

   Then it's 'the same nine years, Ru Hexiu', an adult who came out of the celestial dynasty, and his mental calculations are all awesome.

   All of the above make MacDonald's first choice when selecting a legion commander to be the operators.

  [Brightening Dawn of the Sky] said: "We can't stay here forever, but it's okay to help you get started. I hope you will come back and help after you get this parallel world settled."

   McDonald smiled at them.

   "Very good! Now that all legions have more than two combat experience, let's end this farce."

   Step out of the headquarters and come to the huge square east of the innermost city wall.

   Twelve legions lined up in a square formation of 10,000 people, in a three-by-four formation, before McDonald's.

  The magician is ready for wind-based amplification magic.

  The voice of the young duke echoed over the entire square. Except for his voice, the hundreds of thousands of people were silent. He stood on the high bunker, facing everyone, and the early spring sun just passed through the dark clouds and shone on him.

   As if at this moment, the ancestors of the heavens were paying attention to him.

"2800 years ago, Emperor Thoradin had no choice but to lead our ancestors to fight against the mighty army of trolls with unparalleled courage, ending the tyranny of the troll empire and allowing us humans to multiply in this land live!"

   "2800 years later, another group of green-skinned monsters slaughtered our compatriots by the same means! Burned our farmland! Destroyed our cities! We also have no choice-"

   "Today is our time to fight! It is our time to tell our enemies with blood and fire, sword and sword - we are still the masters of this land!"

   McDonald's raised the sword in his hand high, and the light shone in all directions!

   "Sword in hand! Follow me!"

   "I will - lead! Head! Charge! Charge!"

   (end of this chapter)