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Twelve minutes earlier, Carlos had thought he had gone to fight the Reservoir Dogs' reinforcements.

Now, at the end of the eye, a wave of green is sweeping in front of you.

"Tom. Is the XXXVII Army of Embo a waste? You can't even stop the tribe head-on for an hour! Carlos angrily broke the whip into two pieces.

The 37th Army Corps, numbering more than 8,000 men, was the main force of the defense of the area south of the riverbank.

The unknown river was waist-deep.

Result Tom. Embo commanded the 37th Army to defend the river, but it was still taken by the tribe with a charge, and he didn't even wait for Willy. Huang's 14th Regiment and Lingpu. The 74th Special Regiment of Zhiang completed the encirclement.

"If Tom. Embo is still alive, and I must take him to court-martial! Carlos was so angry that he broke the whip in two and broke it into four.

"General, what should we do, the Fourteenth Legion and the Seventy-fourth Special Legion are still in a roundabout pursuit, and the only army that is blocking the advance of the Orcs of the Tribe in a short period of time is our Independent Legion." Ymir wanted Carlos to give a clear order.

A word determines life and death, and the words are so heavy.

In the Battle of Hinterland, where the final orders were issued by General Audren, Carlos's whimsical ideas were always on the rise. But when it was his turn to give the order, his vocal cords trembled.

Really, how can you still feel excited and nervous now that you have been stained with the blood of trolls. After a little self-deprecation, Carlos didn't notice that what he thought was a calm voice was actually out of shape.

"Retreat to the hill you just passed by, and prepare to meet the enemy."

"Yes, General." Ymir took the order and left.

"Wait, send someone to inform the camp defenders to retreat to Dunhold, and at the same time send someone to the wall of Soladin, tell them to close the gates and prepare for battle." Carlos added orders.

“…… My lord, then we have the way back. Ymir's heart fluttered.

"Where there is a way back, only forward is the only way to live." Carlos's voice was so low that only a few people around him could hear it.

"Yes, General." Ymir slammed his breastplate and walked away quickly.

The orcs marched fast, and Carlos's subordinates had just brought down the second tree, and before they could move to the road, the wolf cavalry of the tribe had already appeared in view.

Fortunately, the tribe did not have enough transportation capacity, and the small number of wolf cavalry that came across the sea were only used as scouts.

"General, what should we do, the orcs are about to attack." Ymir asked.

Before Carlos could think of a countermeasure, a long dragon groan could be heard in the distant sky.

Damn, finally got Tom. How Embo's Thirty-seventh Legion was defeated!

"The whole army is ready, we must launch a counter-charge, go into the forest, and entangle with the tribe. Uncle Fang Brick, don't pretend to be dead, contact Eagle's Nest Mountain, continuous Kudlan, we need air support! ”

After giving the order, Carlos turned around and left, making the final preparations for the battle, this time it was really going to be a dead end, the Hammer Dwarves did not join the Alliance, and the only way for the Alliance to fight against the Red Dragon was mages and crossbow arrows.

However, the ballista is large, heavy in weight, and inconvenient to transport.

As for the mage, Carlos left all the mages hired by Dalaran to Lothar, and only brought Uncle Fang Brick out. To put it mildly, it is equivalent to exchanging a corps with a mage regiment.

The only luck was that time was on Carlos' side, the sun had sunset, and the orcs had only one last round left to attack.

The sky was cloudy, and tonight was destined to be starless, and it was a terrible thing to march in the dark in a place where life was not familiar.

There are no superfluous words, and no matter how well-trained a soldier is, he has not experienced the baptism of blood and flames, and he is just a rookie egg. What kind of array line is usually taught, the squad formation has all been forgotten. Not daring to disobey Carlos's military orders, the soldiers made a ghost cry and howl and launched a charge.

Long live this Nima charge...... Carlos looked at the impact formation without any waves, and his heart was half cold. Fortunately, he had 300 soldiers who followed him to fight hard battles in Hinterland.

"Warriors of Alterac, it's still the same old saying that your ears hear calluses." Carlos rode his horse and patrolled his guard.

"I'll lead the charge! If you find me dead, then please do not avenge me and flee for your own lives. If I am still fighting, please do not abandon me. Carlos said to the veterans.

Carlos was responded to by the sound of the visor being lowered.

"Good, the lads of the alliance are waiting for us to save, we are ......"

"Avalanche of Alterac!"

The commander of the orcs did not care about the humans in front of him, his weak body, and the undisciplined impact, even if he did not rely on the strength of the red dragon, he was confident that he would spend the night in the opponent's camp.

But the cavalry that appeared behind the line of infantry, made Biao Mumu. Wild Stone, the orc commander of the Blackstone Clan, who was deeply trusted by Orgrim, was shocked.

This unit has seen blood, and just standing there, people can't take their eyes off, as if there are countless weeping souls complaining about the injustice of fate.

"It's a good opponent, let the wolf cavalry gather, let those human infantry come over, and prepare to outflank the rear." Biao Mumu. After the wild stone gave the order, the orcs quickly carried it out.

"Big young master, I used the mage's eye to reconnoitre, the fourteenth legion and the seventy-fourth special legion caught up with the orc army from behind, and the orc forward in front of us was only about two thousand people." Fang Brick stubbornly called Carlos the eldest young master.

"Almost, let the horses warm up, let's cut from the left side of the battle line."

After Carlos finished speaking, he led the team to set off.

The horses trotted up, then slowly accelerated, and as the infantry came into contact with the orcs, Carlos' cavalry broke away from the road and disappeared into the forest.

"Warriors of the tribe, crush the enemy!" Biao Mumu. The wild stone roared, and the orc pressed on it violently.

The battle was brutal from the start, with the orc's heavy axe slicing through the armor of an Alliance soldier with a single axe, but the Union soldier's sword had no difficulty piercing the orc's armorless body.

However, the bloodthirsty orc tribe regarded death in battle as the highest honor, and the soldiers of the alliance actually fought very well within three minutes of the battle, and actually maintained the battle loss ratio at about one to one.

But in the blood and stump of the Shura field, the morale of the orcs is getting high, and the teeth of the soldiers of the alliance are already shaking.

"I am Carlos, who will fight with me!"

Before the morale collapsed, the cavalry from Outrank finally made a detour and cut into the battlefield.

Under the influence of the aura of heroic glory, the soldiers of the Alliance, who were on the verge of collapse, regained a strong will to fight.

But the first assault of the Alterac cavalry was unable to cut through the not thick orc line.

These greenskins aren't afraid of death! There is no pressure to fly and gallop or something.

"Ymir, lead your team out of the battlefield and prepare for a second charge, while the others dismount and engage in white-knuckle combat."

Turning over and dismounting, the power of holy light poured into the light-forged armor, and the dull black armor bloomed with a faint blue brilliance.

Boniguetto. Phantom dancers wield the afterimage of death with their swings, and Carlos always cleared a land soaked in orc blood wherever he went.

"Wolf Cavalry Charge!" Biao Mumu. After giving the order, Noshi put his axe on his shoulder and walked into the scorching battlefield step by step.

"The tribe is above, and that human deserves to fight." The strongest orcs of the Wild Stone Clan are ready to meet Carlos.