After a brief hibernation, the tribe attacked on all fronts, competing with the alliance for the precious grains of gold in the fields.

On the southern front of the Hillbride theater, the battle of 100 men never stopped.

He led a personal guard of 500 people to fight for three days and four nights in a row, leaving Carlos exhausted. With about two hours to go before dawn, Carlos, who insisted on keeping vigil, was replaced by Dandemar, leaning against a hollowed tree trunk and falling asleep almost instantly.

"In the empty hall, my pencil in hand.

Sketching my memories, writing is not a sigh.

In the courtroom where I was being judged, he spoke hoarsely.

Reading between the lines is madness, revealing my ambition.

The crowded city echoes my voice.

Inciting fanatical hearts, breaking the crystals of the night.

Iron hooves always move forward, even if there are thousands of enemies ahead.

Faith never changes, singing the Psalms.

Vow to last the empire for 10,000 years!

I am righteousness, and I will not pity my enemies who die by the sword.

The baptism of blood has become a steely military discipline.

I have made a determination not to give up, even if the flames of war are ignited.

To defeat you, my eternal nemesis, Tribal Chicken!

Under the blade of Lordaeron, the Alterac battle flag fluttered everywhere.

In the night sky of Elwin, a griffin flew by.

When a peace treaty is signed, will the war end?

The Union army has taken another step to make those who underestimate the enemy pay.

The war eagles roared, and our army was on the offensive.

The smell of gunsmoke, the purging of death, the wailing everywhere I went.

I am righteousness, and I will not pity my enemies who die by the sword.

The baptism of blood has become a steely military discipline.

I have made a determination not to give up, even if the flames of war are ignited.

To defeat you, my eternal nemesis, Terenus!

The snowflakes of Alterac keep falling, and they are the punishment given by the moon god.

The exaggeration of the front line, I was confused and could not perceive.

The knight's steeds fell one after another, and the blood stained the landscape.

Flocks of crows, mercilessly pushing me off a cliff.

Broken glass, ruined walls, mournful battlefields,

Waiting for the dawn, the miracle of Soladin the Great.

Corpses all over the ground, life and death parting, it seems that none of this is meaningful.

In the final battle, holding on to my weapons, I secretly wept.

The trial of Minethil ended my life.

Leaving the eternal question, whether it is a sinner or a hero. ”

In the dream, Carlos walked through his life like a god with a singing voice.

In the dream, Carlos overthrew the incompetent power of Alterac Pirenod, leading the alliance to victory step by step, slaughtering the orcs.

In the dream, Carlos leads the kingdom of Alterant as the hero king of the alliance, and his national power is thriving.

In the dream, Carlos discovers that the kingdom of Alterac has unwittingly surrounded by the Lordaeron Anti-Austrian Alliance.

In the dream, Carlos colluded with the remaining orcs and hammer dwarves to launch a blitzkrieg against the kingdom of Lordaeron led by Terenus.

In the dream, the new alliance led by Carlos is approaching in the early stage, and another human empire is rising.

In the dream, Carlos is deceived, the generals conceal military information, and the kingdom of Alterac is in a desperate situation amid cheers.

In the dream, Carlos was defeated, the Barov family was purged, and in the courts of the Old Alliance, Terenus initiated a hoarse trial.

In the dream, Carlos ended his life with an iron nail that his subordinates desperately sent to the cell.

"General, general, wake up, it's time for breakfast." Ymir brought a bowl of dry bread soaked in cold water, and in a place where the enemy situation was unknown, the warriors of the alliance did not dare to make a fire, so they could only eat some dry food.

Carlos woke up and his first reaction was to draw his sword. After discovering that it was Ymir, the tense body relaxed.

"How long have I been asleep?" Feeling cold on his face, Carlos took off his chain iron gloves and wiped his face.

Some of the tiny particles are tears.

Seeing Carlos take the rudimentary wooden round bowl, Ymir said, "In less than three hours." General, why are you crying in your dreams? ”

"I dreamed of my brothers who died in battle, maybe I wrote too many death notices recently."

The hypocritical habits of the aristocracy have been deeply rooted in the marrow, and Carlos will open his mouth to lie in his favor, without thinking about it.

"General, please don't be sad, you've done enough." Ymir picked up the iron-smelting glove that Carlos had thrown on the ground, kissed the back of the glove, and placed it in the place where Carlos held it.

"It's not good enough, you can rest for a while, the battle has just begun." After three or two bites, Carlos finished his food.

"Yes, General." Ymir took back the wooden bowl, wiped it briefly, stuffed it into his bag, and then found a stone not far from Carlos to sit down and rest.

With the Horde's second cross-sea reinforcement, the intensity of the war gradually escalated.

Terenus returned to Lordaeron to coordinate the munitions; Jean. Greymane returns to the Silverpine Forest to prepare for the possibility of the tribe heading north or the orcs landing across the sea to open up a second battlefield; Aiden. Pirenor held the Talenmere Pass in the mountains, preventing the orcs from breaking through the Hillbrad theater from the mountains.

The only good news for Carlos in the near future is Solas, the Grand Lord of Riptide Castle. Berthorn replaced the commander of the Saldo Bridge Guard Force, and replaced the commander of the Sardo Bridge Guard. Berton was transferred to organize the defense of the Soradin Wall.

With Uncle Biglas defending the Soladin Wall, you don't have to worry about the back road.

As the orcs discovered that the tribe had an overwhelming advantage in individual combat effectiveness, they decisively changed their tactical approach, and a large number of small detachments of 100 people scattered out to compete with the alliance for food.

The large-scale battles are invisible, but the alliance sheds more blood, and countless tragic battles take place throughout the Hillbride Hills, and every second and every second, there are soldiers of the alliance who are dying.

Sixty thousand to eighty thousand. Carlos, a member of the human hierarchy, obtained the comparison of the forces of the two sides calculated by Lothar's staff committee.

It seems that the human race has a full 20,000 more troops than the tribe, but thinking of the chilling comparison of combat power, Carlos broke out in a cold sweat on his back, and he didn't dare to share this number with anyone.

It was the farming season, and the recruits for the second conscription wanted to complete the most basic training, at least three months later, which was a cold winter for the Alliance.

As one of the main grain producing regions, the Hilbride region has a poor or even no harvest this year, and if the orcs are allowed to break through the wall of Soladin and scourge the already slightly barren Arathi Highlands or go north to the Silver Pine Forest, the Alliance will starve themselves to death.

This is to force the Alliance to engage in a bloodletting battle with the Horde at its weakest moment.

"General, to the northwest, a small group of orcs was found resting in an abandoned village, and the number of people was under two hundred." The bald brother received the rank of second lieutenant from the Alliance in the last commendation for his military exploits, and now he also begins to call Carlos a general.

"Composition of the troops." Carlos took two deep breaths and cleared his mind.

"A handful of wolf cavalry, and ogres." The bald brother replied.

"Ymir, gather your troops, and set off in fifteen minutes!" Carlos slowly got up and began to move.

The incorrect sleeping position caused Carlos to crunch as he moved the bones up and down his body.

Carlos felt he needed a hearty battle to wake up his sleeping body.

PS: I would like to recommend the song "Berlin Teddy Bear" to everyone, it is really unfair that such a soul-based cry is actually classified as a funny work.