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Twelve minutes ago, Carlos thought he was going to fight the reinforcements of the drowned dog.
Now, as far as the eye can see, a green wave is sweeping towards us.
"Is Tom Ember's 37th Legion a waste? They can't even stop the tribe head-on for an hour!" Carlos angrily broke his riding crop into two pieces.
The 37th Army, with more than 8,000 men, is the main defense force in the area stationed south of the river bank.
The unknown river was fast and waist-deep.
As a result, Tom Enbo commanded the 37th Army Corps to defend by the river, but was captured by the tribe with a single charge. They didn't even wait for Willy Huang's 14th Army Corps and Ling Pu Zhiang's 74th Special Army. The corps completed the encirclement.
"If Tom Ember is still alive, I will definitely send him to a military court!" Carlos was really upset and broke the horsewhip that had been broken into two pieces into four pieces.
"General, what should we do? The 14th Legion and the 74th Special Regiment are still chasing in a roundabout way. The only army blocking the path of the tribal orcs in a short period of time is our ** Corps." Ymir hoped that Carlos Give clear orders.
One word determines life and death, and words turn out to be so heavy.
During the Battle of the Hinterlands, the final orders were issued by General Odron, and Carlos's wild ideas were always coming out one after another. But when it was his turn to give the order, his vocal cords actually trembled.
Really, how can I still feel excited and nervous now when I have been stained with the blood of the troll? After Carlos laughed at himself a little, he didn't notice at all that the calm voice he thought he had was actually out of shape.
"Return to the hill we passed just now and prepare to meet the enemy."
"Yes, General." Ymir took the order and left.
"Wait a minute, send someone to notify the camp's remaining personnel to retreat to Durnholde, and at the same time send someone to Thoradin's Wall to close the door tightly and prepare for battle." Carlos added an order.
"...Sir, what about our escape route?" Ymir's heart trembled.
"There is no way out, only moving forward is the only way to survive." Carlos' voice was very low, and only a few people around him heard it.
"Yes, General." Ymir hammered his breastplate and left quickly.
The orcs were marching very fast. Carlos's subordinates had just brought down the second big tree, and before they had time to move onto the road, the tribe's vanguard wolf cavalry had already appeared in sight.
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, how should we respond? The orcs are about to attack." Ymir asked.
Before Carlos could think of a countermeasure, a long dragon roar came from the distant sky.
Damn it, I finally know how Tom Ember’s 37th Legion was defeated!
"The whole army is prepared. We must launch a counterattack, enter the forest, and get entangled with the tribe. Uncle Fang Brick, stop pretending to be dead, contact Eagle Nest Mountain, and continue Kurdran. We need air support!"
After giving the order to fight, Carlos turned and left to make final preparations before the battle. This time he was really going to die. The Wildhammer dwarves did not join the alliance. The only way for the alliance to fight against the red dragon was mages and crossbows.
However, the ballista machine is large, heavy, and inconvenient to transport.
As for the mage, Carlos left all the mages hired in Dalaran to Lothar, and only brought out Uncle Fang. To put it bluntly, it is equivalent to exchanging a mage regiment for a corps.
The only good thing is that time is on Carlos' side, the sun has set, and there is only one last round left in the orc offensive.
The sky is cloudy and there are no stars tonight. Marching in the dark in an unfamiliar place is a terrible thing.
There are no unnecessary words. No matter how well-trained a soldier is, he is just a new recruit who has not experienced the baptism of blood and flames. The array lines and team formations that were usually taught were completely forgotten. Not daring to disobey Carlos's military orders, the soldiers gritted their teeth and launched a charge, howling like ghosts.
This long live charge... Carlos looked at the shock formation without any waves, and his heart was half cold. Fortunately, he had 300 soldiers who had followed him in the Hinterlands and fought hard battles.
"Warriors of Alterac, it's still the old saying that sounds deafening to your ears." Carlos rode his horse to inspect his personal guards.
"I will lead the charge! If you find that I am killed, please do not avenge me and escape for your own life. If I am still fighting, please do not abandon me." Carlos said to these veterans.
Carlos responded with the sound of his visor being lowered.
"Very well, the boys of the Alliance are waiting for our rescue, we are..."
"Avalanche in Alterac!"
The orc commander didn't care about the humans in front of him. He was weak and attacked without any plan. Even if he didn't rely on the power of the red dragon, he had the confidence to spend the night in the opponent's camp.
But the cavalry team that appeared behind the infantry line shocked Biaomumu Yeshi, the orc commander of the Blackstone clan who was deeply trusted by Orgrim.
This troop has seen blood, and just standing there makes people unable to take their eyes away, as if there are countless wailing souls complaining about the injustice of fate.
"He is a good opponent. Let the wolf cavalry gather and let the human infantry come over and prepare to surround them." After Biao Mumu and Ye Shi gave the order, the orcs quickly implemented the order.
"Young Master, I used my mage eyes to investigate. The 14th Legion and the 74th Special Regiment caught up with the orc army from behind. The orc forward in front of us only has about 2,000 people." Fang Bian was stubborn. They call Carlos the eldest son.
"That's almost it. Let the horses warm up and we'll cut in from the left side of the battle line."
After Carlos finished speaking, he led the team and set off.
The horse started to trot, and then slowly accelerated. When the infantry came into direct contact with the orcs, Carlos's cavalry left the road and disappeared into the forest.
"Warriors of the tribe, crush the enemy!" Biao Mumu and Ye Shi roared wildly, and the orcs pressed forward.
The battle was extremely fierce from the beginning. The orcs' heavy axes could split the armor of the Alliance soldiers with one blow, but it was not difficult for the Alliance soldiers' sharp swords to pierce the orcs' bodies that lacked armor protection.
However, the bloodthirsty orc tribe regards death in battle as the highest honor. The soldiers of the alliance actually fought very well within the first three minutes of the battle, and actually maintained the battle loss ratio at about one to one.
But in the Shura field of blood and mutilated bodies, the morale of the orcs became higher and higher, and the teeth of the Alliance soldiers began to tremble.
"I am Carlos, who can fight with me?"
Before their morale collapsed, the cavalry from Alterac finally completed their detour and entered the battlefield.
Under the influence of the aura of [Heroic Glory], the Alliance soldiers who were on the verge of collapse regained their strong will to fight.
However, the first attack of the Alterac cavalry was unable to penetrate the thin orc battle line.
These greenskins are not afraid of death! There's no pressure like jumping on a horse or something.
"Ymir, lead your team to leave the battlefield and prepare for the second charge. The others will dismount and engage in hand-to-hand combat."
Turning over and dismounting, the power of holy light was injected into the light-cast armor, and the dim black armor bloomed with a blue brilliance.
Bonigoto. The phantom dancer brought the afterimage of death with his swing. Wherever Carlos went, he could always clear a land soaked in the blood of the orcs.
"Charge the wolf cavalry!" After Biao Mumu and Ye Shi gave the order, he put his ax on his shoulder and walked into the scorching battlefield step by step.
"The tribe is superior, that human is worth fighting." The strongest orc of the Yeshi clan was going to meet Carlos.
