PS: Four hours after the last, only four hours after the worst. has been pulled further and further away by the previous one, asking for full support. At the last moment, those things behind will definitely be xx, so I ask for support. It's been on the list for so long, and it's really the last moment, so please......

The orc laborers wore simple leather armor and carried an old one-handed sword at their waist. On his shoulders, he was covered with a circle of ropes that looked like plant vines, and at one end of the rope was a large translucent bag of viscous liquid, in which the shape of an iron claw could be faintly seen, shimmering with metallic light.

This is a kind of companion vine that is a specialty of the Delanotaroca Forest, it is light and tough, it is suitable for ropes, and more importantly, it is difficult to cut it with ordinary weapons, and the treehouses built by the Raven People on the trees are all supported by this vine. After the orcs have applied a special spell on one end, they wrap the iron hook with the gum of Terokka, which can be used where there are gaps, and the gum that encounters air in the flat place will stick to the top and be extremely strong.

A giant cannon would be placed on the wall of the Jade Collar at intervals, and the officer in the middle level calculated the distance of the orc, and when he saw that the orc was about to enter the range of artillery fire, he immediately shouted: "Cannon, fire." ”

Due to the limited space of the city walls, only the artillery was relatively far away. The only thing that can deal damage to the attacking orcs is the artillery on the left and right sides of the gate. So there were only a few dozen artillery pieces roaring.

The artillerymen did not look at their own attacks, and as a result, they were busy re-cleaning the artillery, busy reloading.

Boom, boom. Rumble......

Dozens of huge cannonballs, with a buzzing sound of breaking through the air, streaked a parabola in the sky and exploded the ground. These shells were only a little stronger than ordinary gunpowder shells. A small amount of Flame Essence has been added to increase the explosive power of the projectile.

The orc laborers were scattered in formation, and only a few unlucky ones were killed directly by the shells. But this is not to say that the cannonball is not powerful, the iron and steel balls in the cannonball are splashed like bullets when the cannonball explodes, and the orcs around the cannonball explosion fall like wheat harvesting. Steel balls and pieces of iron directly pierced their bodies.

Dozens of blank areas suddenly appeared in the formation of the orcs' laborers, and the orcs who had not been hit by the steel balls were wailing in pain on the ground.

The attacks of the orc laborers did not stop, and they did not look at their fellow men who fell to the ground and wailed. Swiftly run towards the city walls.

Boom, boom, boom......

The artillery fire rang out again. The life of the constant reaper, orc laborer.

Orgrim had regained his composure, he had put on a hooded black robe, and he looked very strange.

"The army of hard laborers will follow, and send another 20,000 over. The current attack is not strong enough. ”

Orgrim's order was swiftly conveyed. And twenty thousand laborers rushed along the road of the first group of laborers toward the wall.

Many lucky orc laborers rushed closer to the wall more than two hundred yards away.

"The first platoon of musketeers prepares." Brad counted the distance, commanding loudly.

Click......

A platoon of gnolla musketeers stepped forward and placed their muskets on the edge of the wall, aiming at the rushing orcs.

"Shoot." Brad's cold, murderous voice echoed throughout the city walls.

Bang bang bang......

After the gunshots rang out, they quickly retreated to the left rear and reloaded to the rear. The musketeers in the second row took a step forward behind their right and pulled the trigger on the orcs who were aiming and running. The second row repeats the action of one row. The three rows of musketeers constantly changed positions, and the gunfire was continuous.

Two hundred yards became a forbidden area for orc laborers, and no matter how heroic they were, the rudimentary leather armor could not defend against bullets. The orcs who rushed to 200 yards were shot through horrific holes in their bodies. Screaming and falling.

Boom, boom. Rumble......

The artillery roared every few moments, and each shell swept a blank space in the orc's formation.

Rush, rush, punch......

The orc laborers kept shouting and rushed to the city wall with their courage, but they fell under the heavy blows of muskets, and they had no chance to get close to the city wall.

Two hundred yards from the city wall had been piled up into a small slope of orc corpses, and Yin Hong's blood slowly flowed down from the wound.

Orgrim's face was now pale, and he found it more difficult to attack the Jasper Leader than to attack Stormwind. Stormwind doesn't have a musket team at all, and although the giant crossbow is very damaging, it can't stop the orc frenzy. Mages and hunters with only a few dozen yards of attack range, naturally there are orc and warlock legions to deal with, although the orcs casualties are also very large, but at least they can climb the city wall and fight with the other party.

But what is it, under the tireless intensive attacks of the musketeers, the orcs can't even get close to the city walls, and they can't hurt a single hair of the Alliance army.

Looking at the young Brad with a grim look on the head of the city, he was in a rage, the battle had been going on for a long time, and more than half of the three thousand regiments had been sacrificed, but there was still no progress.

His brain was running rapidly and decided to change the siege strategy, and the other orcs did not look good, so if they continued to fight like this, let alone three days, they would never want to win the jasper collar for the rest of their lives. Let them fight what they are good at, but they really can't think of a way in their stiff and barren brains. Although Gul'dan is ambitious, scheming, and can play with intrigues and tricks, he has no overall view, his position is extremely unfirm, and he is easily swayed by others. He also had no choice.

After pondering for a long time, Orgrim ordered: "Five thousand shields take the lead, and trebuchets enter the battlefield to contain the opponent's artillery and scrambles. ”

His original plan was similar to the troll's strategy, cutting down trees to make heavy shields, but there were no trees on the beach, and Ben's wooden buildings in the docks were bombed into a scorched earth by Bled, and he couldn't find a single piece of wood, let alone a wooden shield. So the elite of the orcs had to be dispatched.

The equipment for shield battles is too expensive, and in order to become a mobile barrier, these shield battles are clear of the fourth order. Although it is nothing after twenty years in the Dark Calendar, for now, it is an absolute high-level class. Even the Horde has very few such legions. He was really reluctant to let such a precious legion do the consumption of the siege, but was there a better way to do it, otherwise he would not be able to get close to the city wall at all.

"The Great Hammer of Doom, why don't you send the Air Force and Warlock Legion to support." Gul'dan objected.

Ogrim was furious, knowing that Guldan was brushing his sense of existence again, and he felt that he had lost an adult just now, and his heart was extremely sensitive. I secretly decided that when I had the chance, I must honor the guy who wanted to replace me at this moment. Sooner or later it will be a big trouble to keep him.

Fortunately, his face was covered by a hood, and the generals couldn't see his current expression. Holding back his anger, he said, "Are you an ogre brain, why can't you be smarter?" "He was really disappointed in the upper echelons of the tribe, and the only people who could match him in terms of intelligence were the great shaman of the Shadowmoon Clan, Naozu, and his close friend, the chief of the Frostwolf Clan, Durontan, but unfortunately, Naaozu needed to stabilize the rear and continue to recruit troops. Durotan's whereabouts are unknown.

He didn't know that Durotan had been assassinated by the Assassins of Gul'dan's Shadow Council a few years earlier, otherwise she would have fought with Gul'dan a long time ago.

Seeing that they were still at a loss, Orgrim was eager to slaughter them, held back his anger, and patiently explained: "Now that the war has just begun, the other side is full of morale and physical strength. The weapon is so sharp, let the elite go up and send it to death? We have more people than them, as long as they use cannon fodder to consume their ammunition and physical strength, then our elites will naturally fight. As for the Jasper Collar Air Force, our Air Force is superior in numbers, and the elite of the opponent's Air Force, when our elite attacks the Jasper Collar in general, let the Air Force contain the Jasper Air Force, and when the time comes, as soon as the city wall is broken, they will be as panicked as the dead King's Stormwind City, and the Air Force will not have the heart to fight. You must know that the number of our air force is also limited, it is not easy to replenish, and the alliance does not only have this air force, so, you understand? ”

Orgrim is also a painstaking, he tries to make an orc open through his preaching and guidance, but for now, just looking at the orc generals nodding their heads like chickens pecking rice, but there is a blank look in their eyes, it can be seen that all this is playing the piano to a cow.

"Alliance, victory!" The earth-shattering cheers came from the city walls, and Orgrim listened to everyone's ears piercing, and his heart was tired.

It turned out that due to Orgrim's change of formation, there was a fault in the attack of the orcs, and the orc laborers who rushed to the city wall were wiped out.

However, this is just the beginning...... (To be continued......)