(Alliance leader gavemepower plus 820)

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"We've had a lot of deaths! Radu is dead, Crackmouth is dead. ”

"Human soldiers can't be killed."

"We tore down their walls."

"Their gates are softer than a wolf's skin."

Orc soldiers are generally illiterate, a little brainy, they used to be shamans, but now most of them are deceived into being warlocks, anyway, these big old and coarse, orc chiefs are also a headache when they ask.

Although there are many dead people today, it gives the chiefs hope - the seemingly impregnable defense of mankind does not seem to be very good!

"Orgrim is a coward! He was scared away by the garbage walls of the human race. The Greentooth Clan Chief said.

"That's right! He's just a! Did you notice, he lost most of his beard. The Dogpaw Clan chief chimed in.

These third-rate clan chiefs, who have not even made their name in history, are gossiping bad things about Orgrim.

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

After fighting with the new Great Chief for more than half a year, I got something, pieces of 'barren' land. There are no big prey of their dreams, only some people who don't know the so-called food (wheat or something), and they can't feed the people at all.

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

At the same time, Ogrim's prestige diminished as he shed his hair.

Orcs worship power and macho men!

It's actually okay to have a bald head, but if you lose your beard, you look very girly.

The orcs' disrespect for Orgrim grew.

In fact, if there was a choice, Orgrim didn't want to leave these waste chiefs with half of their brains full of muscles behind the siege. He really didn't have anyone left.

Brainy ones, such as Kilrog's Dead Eye, threw him to take charge of the siege of Ironforge.

He understood that in order to cripple humanity, it was necessary to capture the capital of their kingdom. Once the capital is captured, the country will be destroyed, and the power of human resistance will be reduced a lot at once.

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

Then something happened.

Beginning in early February, these chiefs, having lost contact with Orgrim, took it upon themselves to disobey the orders of the Grand Chief and storm the fortress of Sodoril.

McDonaln naturally laughed evilly, laughing at the orc's attack.

After being beaten for three days in a row, the outermost ice wall was smashed to pieces, and only dozens of icicles remained. The battle shifted to the second level of the rampart, a traditional rammed-earth ram wall.

Generally speaking, as long as the process is passed, the rammed earth and brick city wall can withstand the trebuchet bombardment.

However, someone had a bad stomach, not only did the city wall cut corners, but the four bastions on both sides of the bridge were also seriously paddling.

Because the fortress adopts an inclined structure, it is originally anti-shells, and the extremely rough wooden trebuchet of the orcs cannot be broken at all. Use the siege vehicle to hit it, and from time to time throw a poke of fire oil down on it, and let the orcs be themselves in the fire.

If you want to attack it, you can't do it, the only entrance to this fortress is on the third floor, and it is extremely narrow, humans can enter, but orcs cannot.

What's more, there are always only sparse arrows shooting down on the fortress, and it may not be possible to kill an orc in a few minutes.

Basically, every day the process is that the orcs brave the rain of arrows, push catapults across the river to tear down the city walls, and fight with the human soldiers guarding the city walls.

The orcs can't count how many humans they killed, they only see the results of their battles.

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

It's a pity that the human city walls, one wall is higher than the other, the orcs can't hold it at all, every time the orcs rush to the top of the city wall, they will be killed by the crossbow arrows shot from the higher city wall behind.

Basically, before nightfall, the orcs will be beaten back across the bridge by the humans who suddenly exert their strength.

However, the humans have not repaired the walls, or the progress has been slow.

By the end of February, a total of four walls had been broken.

This made the chiefs inexplicably excited.

"If you work harder, you can break down all the walls of the human race and enter that rich territory!"

"Have you heard? There's a lot of beasts in that Stan's territory for us to hunt. ”

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

As the orcs prepare for a general attack, McDonald is at the headquarters and meets the blazing gaze of his men: Riendelle, Serriek, Abydis, Kurtaz, Gavin Rad Doom, and Tirio Fordin.

Among this group of people who have left their names in history, McDonalken's real direct subordinates are actually the first two, and the rest are either guest soldiers or cameos.

McDonald had to reuse them, and the result of the excessive riot was a serious lack of generals, not to mention excellent ones, and even finding a qualified one.

Even the above group of people, except for Abydis's strength, can actually barely bring 10,000 soldiers at most.

This is the result of the lack of military common sense.

In these years, leading soldiers is a secret that is not passed down, and it is basically taught by their 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 much rich theoretical knowledge of the traverser.

As a result, 300,000 people, excluding the immobile garrison legion, there are still 200,000 people, in addition to the above people, the rest of the legion commanders are especially sand sculpture players, cough, elite operators.

Don't blow it or black, the traversers are much stronger than the common sense of these indigenous heroes.

Those who have played the Total War series know at least how to resist the line of heavy infantry, flank attacks by light infantry, assault by cavalry around the rear, and how to shoot enemy flanks with ranged units.

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

And then there is 'the same nine years, you He Xiu', an adult from the Celestial Empire, who is a and coaxing.

All of the above makes McDonald's first choice when selecting the commander of the corps, the operators.

Dawn of the Sky said, "We can't stay here forever, but it's okay to get you started." I hope you'll come back and help after you get rid of this parallel world. ”

McDonald smiled at them.

"Excellent! Now that all legions have more than two combat experiences, let's put an end to this farce. ”

Step out of the headquarters and come to the giant plaza east of the innermost wall.

Twelve legions lined up in a neat phalanx of 10,000 people, in a three-by-four queue, presented in front of McDonald.

The magician has prepared the amplification magic of the wind system.

The voice of the young duke echoed throughout the square, and apart from his voice, hundreds of thousands of people were silent. He stood on top of a high blockhouse, facing everyone, and the early spring sun shone just through the dark clouds.

It was as if at this moment, the Heavenly Ancestors were paying attention to him.

"2,800 years ago, Emperor Soladin had no choice but to lead our ancestors to fight against the mighty army of trolls with supreme courage, ending the tyrannical rule of the Troll Empire and allowing us humans to thrive on this land!"

"2,800 years later, another group of green-skinned monsters are slaughtering our compatriots in the same way! Burn our farmland! Destroy our city! We, too—have no choice—"

"Today is the time for us to fight! It is our enemies with blood and fire, with swords and swords that we are still the masters of this land! ”

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

"Sword in hand! Come with me! ”

"I'm going to—bring! Head! Rush! Front! ”