In fact, there was no need for His Excellency the Marshal to give another order, and Major Alfonso was now well aware of his situation.

If you don't end the battle in your own hands and give the enemy's head to your boss with your own hands, you can only send your own head over. Since Major Alfonso is an elite, it is certainly impossible not to understand such a simple truth. Since he has forced himself to the edge of the cliff, he can only fight against the water. So, in the next half a month, he ordered thousands of soldiers under his command to start a ferocious attack on Dugu Fort.

As the supreme commander of Dugu Castle, Carol naturally couldn't have half a point to spare. In fact, if it weren't for the fact that Arantis, who had been in bed for a few days, had finally recovered these days and shared a lot of his command pressure, he would not even have the time to sit down and read the newspaper these days.

What, you said that although Alantis had a higher rank than Carol, he had never been on the battlefield with soldiers...... emmm, could it be that the elite senior on the other side has seriously led soldiers to fight?

In Carol's memory, his senior was an elite student. In the field of spellcasting, he may not have enough combat experience, but at least he can be regarded as an excellent academic mage. After graduating from the Academy of Magic, after a year of short-term training at the Dugubao Military Academy, he took the exam with those four-year "elite bureaucratic groups", and still came out on top.

However, it turns out that not all elite students are really good at the field. At least, with ten times the strength of the defending side, he didn't find a good way to break the city.

We all know that Dugu Fort is said to be a military school, but it is clearly rebuilt from the old military fortress, the city wall fortress and watchtowers are ready-made, and there are even gun emplacements and magic towers - although there are neither cannons nor magicians presided over on it. During the time when Lu Xi became the principal of the military academy, in addition to transferring more than 300 elite soldiers from the Fourth Army in the name of actual combat exercises. In addition, in the name of studying the subject of city defense, a dwarven engineering team was summoned, and the students were asked to work with the dwarven engineers to repair the originally somewhat abandoned city wall fortress.

All of the above is Lu Xi's own pocket, and the shy military department in his pocket wishes that the newly appointed principal was so dedicated. And the bigwigs of the gate valve faction were probably in full swing at that time to study how to coup d'état, and they probably didn't bother to care about these details.

Anyway, no matter how strong Dugu Fort is, it is only a small fortress that can accommodate a thousand people at most, and can it still climb to the sky? Well, what? Three hundred more? So what? Even if it is a subordinate of the Fourth Legion, it is only three hundred people, can it still be that Elichar, who has an absolute advantage in the Gate Valve Faction, will not be able to turn the sky upside down. It can't be that all 300 people are legends, right?

…… Well, maybe it's a real possibility. Of course, 300 legends are impossible, but 300 gold is enough to turn the whole of Elichar upside down. So, when they got off the ship, the Gate Valve Sect really sent someone to carefully inspect this group of people, and found that they were indeed just ordinary soldiers of the Fourth Legion, so they were relieved.

What they didn't know was that among the supplies and "engineering tools" that came with these three hundred people, there were parts of four guide guns, and the most exposed barrels of them were stuffed directly into Carroll's space bag - well, it was actually Lu Xitao who exchanged them for him - as for the rest, the inspectors who lacked modern military knowledge certainly didn't know what those metal parts were for, anyway, the wheels, the shelves, the retreats, the rulers, these things didn't look like weapons.

We really can't expect these subordinate clerks who are paid to starve to death and eat to death to have serious and responsible professionalism, and to be able to open and inspect all the boxes in sweat under the murderous eyes of 300 soldiers who have been on the battlefield and seen blood and destroyed the country.

So, without anyone knowing, four guide guns have been installed on the highest gun position in Dugu Fort. Of course, in terms of safety and secrecy, it is not the powerful Honyama General type, but the relatively lightweight, detachable, and extremely long-range battleship Sea Dragon B type. Now, the secondary guns installed on the Aurora and the White Ship are of this type, and the power is indeed average, and the cannonballs can hit a pit the size of a third of a basketball court, but the range is above the magic crystal main gun used by the battleship.

Major Alfonso originally wanted to quickly bombard the gate of Dugu Fort with the magic crystal cannon, and then let the absolute superior forces go directly over. His first attack did work well, with one of the first rounds of the three guide guns hitting the city walls, cutting off a layer of bluestone shells, while the other two did hit the gates.

Originally, the door of Dugu Fort was a wooden door, and it was not closed all year round, and it was already a little decayed. After Lu Xi came to power, he quickly asked the dwarves to change to an iron-clad one. But even so, it can't withstand the power of the magic crystal cannon. After the loud bang, the iron gate collapsed as if it had been hit hard by a giant.

Major Alfonso waved his hand, and the vanguard of more than 1,000 people immediately rushed over, but there were quite a few fierce momentums. You must know that the leaders of the ranks are composed of mercenaries and gate lords' private soldiers, although the will and loyalty are very doubtful, but at least the combat effectiveness is definitely the best under his command.

"The team that took the lead in the city, one person sent two female students!" Alfonso's chief retainer, an old sergeant of Horn, loudly energized the soldiers next to him. He was also born as a mercenary, so of course he knows what is the most impressive thing for this gang of ruffians.

So, the ruffians pounced on them with a roar. They felt that there was a magic crystal cannon, there was an absolute superiority of troops, and the fortress on the opposite side was small and low, and the gate had collapsed, so such a battle only needed to be passed.

The three magic crystal cannons continued to begin to charge, and the fist-sized concentrating crystals shimmered brightly and vividly, dazzling even in the daytime, and then, of course, there was no more...... Four guide guns, hidden in the tower, with only one muzzle exposed, fired a salvo at their position.

Major Alfonso really didn't have much actual combat experience, and he actually put the three magic crystal cannons together very densely. Of course, this can't be blamed on the other party, after all, this powerful magic weapon does not have a chamber explosion, let alone the danger of ammunition explosion caused by a sharp change in temperature.

It has to be said that without the help of the dwarven instructors, the level of these gunners was actually average, and the first salvo did not hit the target. Even the closest shot landed ten meters away from the magic crystal cannon. However, the result is quite sufficient.

An explosion of five or six meters in one direction directly tore more than a dozen people to pieces, and the blazing shock wave even reached ten meters away. The people around were in an uproar. These people are all newly recruited recruits, or magicians or the help of the old man, mixing up with the military and eating the imperial food or something. Major Alfonso didn't have any expectations for the combat effectiveness of these guys, so he placed them at the back of the military formation and served as a guard for the battle mages who presided over the magic crystal cannon.

These guys also know their own level, and it's enough to come out and stand on the street for the friendship of the old men. However, what they never expected was that they had thought that they were far enough away from the front line of the enemy, and even in the back row of Major Alfonso, the commander, they inexplicably became the first to be attacked.

The rookies, who had no such psychological preparation at all, were like a flock of chickens that had been thrown a cannon in the nest, and instantly screamed and fled in all directions. Frightened out of the emergency response, they even directly collided with the mages who were preparing to charge the magic crystal cannon, these academic mages who were not diligent and did not distinguish between grains and grains had no experience in dealing with this situation at all, and many people were knocked down on the spot and fell victim to the stampede. And under the gun emplacement, the energy gathering array with various carefully sketched formations was also trampled on in all directions.

Carol on the castle tower didn't know the expression of the elite senior at this moment, at least he was sure that at this critical juncture, he didn't have a proper response, and the chaos gradually spread to the whole army. The charging mercenaries had already run under the city walls, but the follow-up reinforcements were completely disconnected from the front team.

Without waiting for Carol to give the order, the veterans who had lived through the entire Orgrimmar Conquest campaign would not let go of this opportunity. The soldiers who had already been waiting on the city wall raised their guide guns and began to fire freely, so after a dense burst of crisp gunfire, the mercenaries who had rushed to the city gate left behind fifty or sixty corpses and the same number of seriously wounded who fell to the ground and wailed, and retreated like a tide.

As for the female students, they don't dare to think about it, and they don't dare to think about it in this life. Because even Sergeant Horn, who advocated two shots per person, was blown in the head by a bullet, and only a headless corpse was left there to twitch several times before gradually moving away.

The artillerymen also took the opportunity to start a second salvo, although this time only one shot hit, but it was enough. The three magic crystal cannons and the priceless Gathering Energy Crystal were destroyed in this way, and even the magicians who were stunned by the rout went to the sky on the spot.

Thus ended Major Alfonso's first attack in such a disgraced manner.

Many students who were excited wanted to take the opportunity to rush out to cover up, but were stopped by Carol. He thought about it for a moment, and with his magic he moved some of the stones, and just stopped the gate in a hurry.

Perhaps it was this gesture of weakness that made Major Alfonso think differently, and the "city gate" improvised with stones did not look like it could bear the load, and the next day a more violent attack began.

This time, Major Alfonso used one hundred puppets, two hundred, and orc slaves as the vanguard. The puppets are all big road goods, but after all, they are all solid goods made of iron, and they slowly move like large scales. Although the parts and iron filings that were hit by the guide gun were flying around, they were still moving forward. As for those orc slaves...... Well, strictly speaking, it's actually Carol who did it herself.

You know, during the Orgrimmar Conquest, a large number of captives were sold as slaves. Orcs and minotaurs are strong, strong, thick and durable, both as laborers and thugs are extremely useful, although the wild is untamable and known as "never a slave" or something, but once they lose their organization and armament, they are actually nothing in front of the slave owners who have endless means. Such a high-quality "commodity" was of course highly acclaimed, and even the princes of the city-state of Sosnes came to the door to buy it. Of course, the princes of Auckland, the lords of Nord, the wealthy merchants of Neosfia, even the elegant elves and the glorious Great Sanctuary have not been left behind, and the Arcane giants of the Federation are certainly no exception.

Well, after all, it's not Lu Xi's hometown where the light of our civilization shines, and in the era of rough cold weapons, giving a way to live is actually the greatest mercy to prisoners of war.

As a result, the Fourth Army Corps, from the generals to the soldiers, made a bloody fortune as a human trafficker. And their Excellency, the commander, who was extremely disgusted with the slave trade, probably because these five big and three thick greenskins did not conform to their own aesthetics, and had no opinion from beginning to end.

But now, this group of commodities that made them rich has become enemies.

The orc slaves were all poured with secret medicine, and before their fighting spirit could explode, they turned into berserkers one by one, their eyes red and their nostrils panting and howling and pounced on the city wall. Looking at them, it felt as if they could knock down the walls with their heads.

The students panicked, but the veterans watched indifferently one by one. Such a scene, and a hundred times more exaggerated than this, they had already experienced many times in Orgrimmar.

"Chasseur!" Carol shouted.

These more than 300 warriors were not all line infantry armed with bayonet smoothbore guns, but also a considerable number of skirmishers armed with long-range rifled guns, most of whom were born into hunter families or even simply former archers, and had also been trained by wood elf instructors.

Elovielle raised a rifled gun with great interest, and was the first to fire, and the first to hit the target. It was an alchemist mixed in the puppet camp, obviously a middle-aged man who was not very strong, but he wore a rather thick plate armor, and walked among the three puppets in a pit, and his movements seemed to be more bulky than the big iron lumps around him.

However, the thick armor didn't allow him to live a few more minutes. He fell down in response, and without even screaming, he died directly, and three puppets were incapacitated on the spot.

Well, often as hard the puppet is, the magician is as soft. And more importantly, without the spiritual power of the Magister, alchemists are destined to be impossible to get too far from their puppets. Based on past experience, they can certainly advance cautiously under the heavy protection of their own puppets. However, in such an enemy that completely deviates from their common sense, how can these "academics" who can only rely on books and teachers to teach from the textbook understand what a suppressive role the condescending sniper will play on the battlefield?

Although this is just a group of "classical snipers" who use hand-rifled guns with a rate of fire of only two or three rounds per minute, they can always find opportunities to attack through the gaps in the golem herd, thanks to the location of the city walls.

The hunters began to shoot continuously. Of course, it was impossible for everyone to be a sharpshooter, but after one round of shooting, four alchemists were still killed or wounded. So the remaining puppets surrounded their master and withdrew on the spot much faster than they had come.

It's not hard to see why. The puppets have no morale, but the alchemists do, and even lower than the average soldier.

As for the orc slaves, they did brave the rain of bullets and bullets to advance fearlessly, and when they rushed to the city gate, there were only twenty or thirty men left. However, in a state of madness, they did not feel the pain on their bodies at all, and struggled to push down the rock in front of them.

The morale of the besieging side was greatly boosted, and they felt that they had a chance to win. So, before the major gave the order, many recruits were already led by the noble officers of their own young Zhuang faction, howling and pounced. In contrast, the mercenaries who "one person can send two female students" are standing by and watching coldly, they don't understand the overall situation and strategy, but they have at least battlefield common sense and vigilance.

If this group of soldiers really had one-third of the courage of the drug-addicted orcs and charged after them, they might actually be able to storm the city in one go. But now, the queues are separated by more than two hundred meters, and they will definitely collide with the retreating puppets in the process of advancing.

How could the defenders of the city, who looked like the elite of a hundred battles, let it go?

The guide cannon began to fire again, and it was the chaotic crowd formed by the stormer and the retreating puppet colliding together, and it only took two or three shots to kill more than 200 people again. As for the mad orcs, after rushing into the city walls, they fell into the trenches created by the subsidence technique, and they all became captives in a daze.

Only then did Major Alfonso know that the delinquent boy he had in his impression who should have been fired a long time ago was not only higher in name and merit than himself, but that he could have condescendingly laughed at himself in terms of war experience and command ability.

What makes the top students feel the most is not that the scumbags of the year were better than themselves, but that the scumbags not only mixed well, but also threw themselves a few streets in the professional fields that they were proud of.