Stratholme God

   Chapter 1405 The Battle of Talador (Part 2)

   Due to the serious lack of range and mobility of the Iron Horde's artillery, it is basically finished with two shots. Despicable Roar was forced to order a human to dig a trench.

  The brave orcs definitely don't want to be mice in the ditch, this is really no way.

   The work of digging trenches is one of the magical skills that the Iron Tribe was forced to learn.

   The technical content is not high, and it can resist the scrubbing of small-caliber artillery.

   For the scrubbing of howitzers above 155mm or Katyusha rocket launchers, the trenches are not three meters deep, and they are a little twisty, so they really can't handle it.

  The trenches of the Iron Tribe were too hasty, and many of the essentials were not learned, such as adding a roof, such as reinforcing the edge of the trench with logs.

   Even with such a lousy fortification, it still managed to get close to the Alliance infantry.

   "Lok'Tar—"

   Feeling the violent shaking from the front of the trenches, the remaining orc soldiers in the trenches rushed out bravely.

   In the world of Azeroth, close quarter combat is defined as being within 30 yards.

   As the saying goes...

  Beyond 30 yards, the musket is fast.

   Within 30 yards, the kitchen knife is fast.

  [Charge], a skill that warrior professionals will have, redefines what [close range] is.

Among the    orc warriors, the proportion of warrior professionals is ridiculously high, and in the more elite legions, the proportion can exceed one-third.

   Although most of them cannot advance again in their entire lives, they can only be low-level professionals.

  But the [Charge] magical skill still brings them a lot of convenience.

  The enemy rushed to the front of the ditch, and before they had time to fire down from the top, they turned into green streamers and rushed up.

  It's a pity, after so many years of fighting, the alliance knows the depth of the tribe, and the tribe knows the length of the alliance.

  It is true that the alliance is boundless in attacking virtue, and it is also true that the tribe is boundless.

   Knowing that the Iron Tribe is a human charge again, how can the trident in the front line not be able to guard against a hundred million hands?

   "Lok..." Many orc warriors held their kitchen knives high, and only halfway through, they realized something was wrong. What awaited them was not some panicked Alliance infantry, but one by one.

   "Ah - Jie Jie Jie Jie!"

   How could the real Devilsaur mount be just a mount? This is the beast of war!

  The on-site commentary of the sand sculpture player is the best commentary on the end of the orc warrior's charge.

  [NF107] suddenly raised the tone: "The orc has launched a charge! I saw him with a sliding shovel..."

  【Calm book lover】: "Ah! Not good! Orc player A went straight into Ah Bao's mouth with a gorgeous Filipino diving style."

   "Crench! Crunch!" Orc meat may not be very tasty, but it can greatly relieve the pressure on food expenses of the trident knights.

   Rezan's sons ate an orc warrior in a few bites, and those hard-fought orc soldiers who couldn't charge were hanged and beaten by 'five million'.

   Thunder Dragon's long tail swept away, and suddenly there was a piece of flying sand and rocks, and a dozen orcs flew into the sky in a fan shape.

  When they fell heavily, they all broke their arms and legs.

   Destroyed the first wave of the orcs' counterattack, that is, the Alliance's armored grenadiers and heavy fire-breathers went into battle.

  [Murong Xirui] shouted: "Art is Barbie Q!"

  【Crazy Pool】He shouted: "Art is an explosion--"

  What thermite grenade, what a flamethrower for 'roasted mice'! All kinds of weapons that the orcs have never seen or heard of have come into battle.

Basically, the trench is baked for a round, followed by a close-range bombardment of the cannon, then the draenei's magic outfit structure knocks a few bunkers, and finally the golden eggs (Draenei Paladins) Shouting slogans, he rushed in to fight the orcs.

   The holy light bloomed, and in the interlaced light and shadow, the draenei looked almost like gold saints per capita.

   There is nothing fancy about a duel in a narrow space like a bunker.

   Don't forget, the Drani people have been able to resist the tribe for so many years with a smaller number of people, relying on the Paladins' ability to fight and carry milk.

   Before the mental power was exhausted, the average combat power of these German paladins was far higher than that of the orc warriors of the Horde (or Iron Horde).

After the    Alliance offset the numerical advantage of the Iron Horde, the close combat was handed over to the draenei who had a blood feud with the orcs. This was considered good steel to use on the blade.

   Bunker after bunker was captured, and the orcs in trench after trench were slaughtered.

   On the battlefield, the wave of the alliance's attack swept across half of Talador.

   It was a powerful offensive that was invincible, and the pressure it brought to the orcs could not be expressed in any language of the orcs.

   In the Chinese language, that is - the raging waves and the gorges!

The    army advances, engulfing everything in all paths.

  Without the blood elves and the Forsaken, and without Ner'zhul in Shadowmoon Valley, Despicable Roar lost all means of instant communication.

   This did not prevent him from standing on a slightly higher hillside, squinting at the messy flags of his house, which were brought down one by one.

   The battle flags of the orc clan are various, you may not recognize which clan the ghost painting symbol on it represents, you only need to look at its size to know whether it belongs to a first-class clan, or a second- or third-class clan. In this regard, the tribe has extremely strict regulations, indiscriminate use of a higher-level banner will be besieged by other clans.

   Today, 70% of the flags on the battlefield have fallen, or they are crumbling in the mixed attack group of the alliance's giant beasts and mechanized troops.

  It wasn't the first time Garrosh had seen this scene.

   He even saw the same flag fall in his sight a second time.

   He gritted his teeth, his knuckles rattling from over-clenching expressing his anger!

He failed?

   Failed again?

  Fall down once, get up again, and be defeated by the same opponent again, what is this?

   Doesn't this mean that he does not hesitate to do everything again, but it is still useless! ?

   Just when he was at his most angry, one of his Kor'kron guards suddenly came over: "Report the Great Chief! Thrall's orthodox tribe has just landed on the northwest coast of Nagrand..."

   Although Garrosh had guessed everything long ago, when he faced the joint siege of the Alliance and the Old Horde again, his anger completely ignited every cell in his veins.

   "Thrall! It's Thrall again! How dare he betray all his fellow orcs!?"

right! In Despicable Roar's heart, Thrall is the real orc traitor!

   Just when he was about to lose his temper completely, a big strong hand put his shoulders.

   "Father, you..." Garrosh looked at his 'old' father who was still in his prime, and was stunned for a while.

   "Go back! Defeat Thrall! I'll carry it here."

   "No! How can you handle it here?"

  In the sky, the aircraft of the Iron Tribe fell down densely.

  On the ground, the remnant flags that were still struggling to support the front line have been engulfed by the waves of the alliance army.

   I have to say that the tribe still has a chance to win, that is, to find a way to use heroes to kill the commander of the alliance and force its army to disintegrate.

  Otherwise, if you carry it to your death, you will still die.

   Faced with the question from this other world, Grom showed a fatherly smile on his rough face, and gave a very orcish answer.

   "Lok'Tar-ogar!"

   Victory or death!

   (end of this chapter)