The brutality of the battle proved that Stitchers, Ghouls, and Skeletons are extremely resistant to bullets.

In other words, using a hot weapon to fight the Scourge Legion is surprisingly ineffective.

However, you can't stand the firepower!

Quantitative change leads to qualitative change.

Alsace stormed for two days and two nights, without retreating, and pushed 800 meters.

Aha!

Eight hundred meters!

That's awesome!!

YES, THE MARBLES HIT THE STITCHING MONSTER, BUT PIUPIU'S CORPSE OIL; Hit the ghoul a little more, can hit a stumbling; The best thing is to fight skeletons, because there are too many layers, and theoretically the most bulletproof skeleton soldiers are the most gun-eating.

Look, after two days and two nights of fierce fighting, the militia of Anhador taught the Scourge Legion what is called a skirmisher, and taught the necromancers and death knights who control the skeleton soldiers what is called a loose skeleton soldier, scattered into a flower!

With the weapons of the First World War, the militia of Anhador fought with the momentum of the Second World War.

But there is an egg for it.

Whether it is production capacity, organizational capacity, or transportation capacity, the kingdom of Alterac cannot be compared with a truly industrialized country, the ammunition inventory is exhausted, and the protagonists of the battlefield are still cold weapons and magic.

A brief battlefield comedy can't change the reality of humanity's last battle.

It is even said that at the moment of the arrival of the Scourge Legion's cumbersome long-range fire delivery equipment, Anhador will face the dilemma of being suppressed by firepower.

"Marshal, why don't you let us go to war?"

Garrissus asked, puzzled.

The 9,000-strong army under his command can be said to be the second largest remaining military force in the Kingdom of Lordaeron, and as an army that has faced the undead scourge directly, it is not afraid to fight the scourge head-on.

However, Garissus's several requests to fight were rejected by Carlos.

The real reason is impossible to say.

Pre-war propaganda, what we have no way out, this is our homeland, behind it is the motherland.

Everyone was ready to fight Anhadol to the death, and they had the consciousness to die in battle.

At this time, Carlos can quietly tell Gariss———— in fact, it is okay to give up Anhador.

Can you?

No, I can't!

I can't say anything, but Carlos really doesn't want to use inferior troops and combat power to fight a decisive battle with his brother-in-law in the hellish place of Anhador.

It's still the same cliché.

Although the kingdom of Lordaeron has been shattered, the Lordaeron Alliance still has the strength to confront the Scourge in a short period of time.

Delaying the time, delaying until the main combat power is gathered, and then the final decision is Carlos's real plan.

But these words cannot be said to the people below.

Otherwise, if the spirit of fighting against the water dissipates, it will really be a collapse.

"It's not time yet. Garisus, I ask you, how many enemies are there? ”

Carlos shook his head deeply, put down his binoculars, and asked rhetorically against the moat.

"Four hundred thousand."

Garrissus' answer was decent, and that was the message of the propaganda mouth.

"400,000, even 400,000 dogs, can exhaust 9,000 of you. As Anhador's trump card at the moment, you must withstand the greatest pressure in the most difficult situations, and not be reckless, stupid, and dominated by the frenzy of the battlefield, understand? ”

Carlos's lectures grew harsher, but Garissus listened happily.

"Understood, Marshal, the Legion is ready to obey your call."

"Go and rest."

"Yes."

Glaring away Garisus, Mograini looked at Carlos with a strange expression.

"What are you looking at?"

"I remember you weren't that kind of person before."

"You're coming, then?"

"Forget it."

To be honest, Carlos and Garissus couldn't understand the actions of the Scourge Legion.

Why is it so slow?

Yes, sluggish.

After Dalaran was hammered, Anhador's caster power was far inferior to that of the Undead Scourge.

In order to defend against the dangers that spells such as the Dead Cloud could pose, Carlos spent a lot of manpower digging a number of poison holes.

However, Arthas was nowhere to be seen for the next two days, except for the first day of the battle riding his beloved Invincible.

Gargoyles, necromancers, death knights, and other high-level units of the Scourge Legion are all gone, and it seems that the undead army wants to use skeleton soldiers, ghouls, and other low-level troops to kill humans.

It doesn't make sense.

It's been two days since the fight, and Arthas is not really a fool, doesn't he understand that before he finishes the human arsenal, Anhador can't be piled down so easily?

So behind this unreasonableness, there must be a deeper truth.

Carlos thought carefully, but suffered from too little information to deduce any logical self-consistent conclusions.

"What do you think, Lord Ashbringer?"

Carlos asked.

"First of all, the Ember Bringer is the name of this knife, although I also like it, I don't know where it sounds better than the Light Bringer."

“……”

“……”

"Hahahaha!"

"You think it's stupid, right, hahaha!"

It can only be said that Uther, who is very popular among the people, is actually very unpopular among the paladins, and always gives his colleagues a feeling of holding a shelf, which is not pleasant.

After the two of them had angered Uther, Mograine continued.

"And then I'm going to say, something isn't quite right."

Mograini took off his helmet, buttoned it, and brought it back with him, using the time to gather his thoughts.

"It's too weak. Compared to the battle in the west, these skeletons were too weak and abnormal. The battle reports are all good to say, but Carlos, we didn't win so easily. The enemy is sleepless and tireless, and we have flesh and blood that shed blood and tears. ”

Carlos nodded, motioning for Mograini to continue.

"It can only be said that in that battle, the number of enemies was just right. The battlefield stretched for thirty miles, leaving enough room for the cavalry to intersperse, and the desperate resistance of the militia limited the movement of the undead. Don't look at us as if we are 30,000 to 100,000, in fact, on the local battlefield, we have always been fighting more and less. are all veterans, I don't tell you about it, more is more, less is less, and fighting more and less is bullying people. But even so, the situation is not optimistic, so this time I am the only one. ”

"I understand."

Carlos nodded, Mograini had explained the reason before.

Plagues of God.

The soldiers wounded by the plague ghouls, the people infected by the abomination, became a great burden after the battle.

Patients with minor injuries can also be cured by their own resistance combined with medicines, and those with moderate injuries or more can only suppress the injuries with high-intensity holy light.

Uther really did a good thing, a hundred elite paladins, without them, I don't know how many alliance warriors would have died under the epidemic.

But this is also the problem, compared to Lordaeron's million-level population base, there are not two thousand paladins plus reserves.

As a high-end combat power, the number of paladins is too rare, and in the priest group, only bishop-level priests have the power of holy light that can suppress the erosion of the plague.

So behind the Hillsbrad victory is a very deep and acute question.

In order to treat the wounded and sick, most of the paladins of the Silver Hand remained in Hillsbrad, and only Mograini, who was in a daze, made an emergency transfer to relay the details of the battle to Carlos.

"This is not the style of the Scourge Legion at all, they besiege Anhador, they must be hiding something."

Mograini offers his own incisive interpretation of what seems to be a lively battle.

"Where are their spellcasters, and what is Arthas hiding?"

n.