Stratholme God

   Chapter 1384 The siege begins (1 more) (Happy May Day)

  Things like alliances and tribes, in addition to being huge in the true sense, are actually like a joint-stock company, and various allies and races come to participate in the shares.

   Whether each company makes a loss or a profit depends on the conscience and ability of the CEO and major shareholders.

   Looking at it now, the alliances are undoubtedly making money.

   Earning more and earning less depends on the type of stock participation. Velen's Delaney undoubtedly participates in A-shares. He occasionally makes a profit and can barely survive, but most of the time it is 'falling and falling'.

   Isn't that? During the overall attack, the draenei were thrown to the front again.

  The dog leader, considering that the Draenei are really thin, won't let them fill the line. Most of them do the role of front-line medical soldiers (nanny), and also equip the Paladins with the best armor and shields.

  If you think about it, it’s common to kill the enemy’s nurse first in a team battle. Such a big and shiny wet nurse, who will I kill if I don't kill you? Trolls with heavy weapons must first greet the Paladins.

   Don't say that the Paladin is invincible, just ask how many times the Paladin can be used in a battle?

  The casualties of the draenei paladins were not too high, which made Velen feel a lot of heartache, but not to the point of flesh pain.

The    Alliance exchanged merits for resources, and Velen had to come.

  You see the night elves next door and it's different.

  The shareholding type of the high priest is P.

   So a bunch of elf sentries rushed up, and they also put cold arrows on the flanks, grabbed heads from a distance of 200 meters, and kept their names after taking the military exploits. Seeing that the momentum is not right, hide in the corner [Shadow Escape], no one can find it, it's just so dark.

   It's not that the trolls don't want to take care of the dark spirits. The problem is, aren't those guys who are driving mechas, pushing cannons, and vigorously making fun of them all the time?

  I can't handle the mecha, who cares about those guys who let go of your cold arrows?

   Having said that, Tyrande, who first went to McDonald's to report during the night elves' work hours, was full of confidence. She thought to herself: My mother has lived for 10,000 years, what have you not seen before? Anyway, the owner of the stock is also called the shareholder.

  It turned out to be...

  The spring breeze blows, and the war shares ring.

   "Der! Drive—"

  Grass, I really haven't seen it before!

what! How weird!

   So weird!

try again!

   Tyrande couldn't help himself.

   Inside and outside the Ebon Fortress, the fire of war ignited at the same time.

   Even if Dazar'alor's defenses are weakened, it is still the historic capital of the Zandalar trolls. After exhausting the reserve of high-altitude giant bombs, the Alliance forcibly opened up seventeen attack channels in the giant pyramid city of Dazaro.

   All of these passages are connected to the main road in this golden TC city, and the narrowest entrance is 50 meters wide and 30 meters high. Apparently this was originally intended for the dinosaurs bred by the Zandalar to get in and out.

   Now these well-hidden passages have all become a shortcut for the Alliance to insert the sword into the heart of the troll empire.

   In order to make the attack smooth, the Union Engineer Corps had already paved the attack channel in the uneven gravel and rubble in advance. Relying on the fact that the trolls did not have long-range firepower to counterattack, under the cover of humanoid mechas holding large shields, dozens of cement mixer trucks drove to a place quite close to the entrance, and sprayed the mixed cement at a distance of 50 meters.

   This is quite a spectacle and a triumph of industrial power.

  A large amount of grout was sprayed out, and they flowed into the gaps in the rubble under the action of gravity, filling the depressions in the ground.

  When cement sets, it often becomes a passageway for light military vehicles such as wheeled armored vehicles. Even if there are occasional dents, just fill in a little sandbag.

The    trolls didn’t understand this. At first, they didn’t block the alliance’s actions. After they discovered that the alliance was paving the way for an attack, it was too late to stop them.

  The engineering team ran away in a hurry, leaving hundreds of tons of cement fully solidified and formed.

  Today, the allied armies attacked with paved passages.

   "Rush the duck!" Whoever shouted such a serious slogan immediately knew it was a trident.

   "For the glory of the Zandalari Empire!" Seeing the enemy army attack, despite the disgrace, a large number of troll infantry still poured out from every dark corner inside, lined up in neat formations, ready to deal with the onslaught of the allies.

   They didn't expect that in the group chat group they didn't know about, a voice was counting down: "Five, four, three, two, one!"

The last sound of    fell, and suddenly thousands of trident infantrymen rushed forward, revealing the [Whirlwind] anti-aircraft vehicles behind them.

   "Fuck!"

   The trolls are collectively stupid.

   What about hand-to-hand combat?

   Why don't you talk about martial arts and fire the cannon again?

   They are so numerous and so dense that they have nowhere to run. The neat troll infantry is like a death row waiting in line to be shot, and they are shot in pieces under the cannon fire.

   It was not until the formation of the troll line was completely collapsed that the impact of the trident came.

   "Shameless! Humans are too baby!" A troll commander scolded in a crappy human common language. Due to his heavy accent, there was a distorted empty ear effect.

   "What? Worship B?" As soon as [Jun Muqi] finished speaking, he was unfortunately shot in the head with a javelin by an elite troll, and he farted on the spot.

   Seeing that the gate could not be held, the trolls began to fight back. They recruited a bunch of direhorns, ready to recoil.

   At this moment, the field artillery that the Union artillery pushed to the vicinity became angry.

  The blast of the gun muzzle is deafening, even if most of the gunners wear sound-isolating headphones, the ground under their feet will shake violently when the guns are fired.

The    shells fell into the troll soldiers and dinosaurs with a glowing trail like a meteor group, and a blood path gradually formed in the passage.

   In coordination with the extremely rhythmic close-range infantry artillery, the attacker's alliance at least took the initiative in the early stages of breaking into Dazar'alor.

  Street fighting has always represented huge casualties.

  When it was about 500 meters inside the city, the Allied forces had to slow down.

   This is the capital where Zandalari trolls have been operating for countless years. Don't look at the magnificence inside, and many places are inlaid with real gold. Behind the wall decorations that seem to be decorative objects, there are often various secret passages or traps hidden on the gorgeous ceiling.

   The infantry in front pushed past, and the field guns responsible for covering are likely to be stolen.

   Even if it is an armored vehicle, a short-barreled tank or an air-defense vehicle with a certain self-protection ability, facing the ten-ton boulder pressed down from the top of the head, it is still a pill.

The    hit to a certain extent, the more obvious the restrictions of the terrain.

   First of all, Gundam and Zaku couldn’t go any further because of their size, so the gnome’s new mecha came in handy.

  This thing is the same type of mecha used by the Great Artisan Gelbyn Mekkatorque in the original Battle of Dazar'alor, and it belongs to the mass production version. The mecha is about three people tall. In terms of height and weight, it makes up for the gap between Gundam and ordinary soldiers, and it is far more flexible than tanks.

   (end of this chapter)