The campaign is initiated first by the Alliance.
Lothar mobilized 471 cannons over eight pounds to prepare an ambush position. The key members of the Iron Horse Brotherhood and the surviving veterans of Stormwind City escaped without confusion, perfectly acting as bait. For ten minutes The bombardment buried the tribe's three thousand pursuers. The Iron Horse Brotherhood's carbine shot the frightened orcs to pieces. In this single battle, the orcs suffered 5,000 casualties.
However, it was of no use.
In other battlefields, the battle loss ratio between humans and tribes was still above three to one.
Large legions fight, but humans still cannot withstand the collective offensive of the orcs. Some people even said that "orcs are invincible if they are less than a thousand."
So some people began to accuse Lothar, who was the commander-in-chief of the alliance, why he didn't continue to adhere to guerrilla tactics and continue to compete with the orcs for bloodshed. Anyway, our alliance has millions of armors and thousands of good generals. Why are we afraid that the tribe will fail?
"Stupid, these idiots!"
Lothar dismissed the slander from the middle level. As long as the king and soldiers still believed in him, the alliance would be unbreakable.
But after receiving the order from the legion commander to retreat for the enemy, Anduin Lothar still felt heartbroken and furious.
"Without a frontal main force to confront the enemy, how can there be any guerrilla tactics! Everyone is scattered together, waiting for the tribal army to crush them all the way! Stupid, really stupid! There is such a big gap in the airtight encirclement network, Let at least five thousand orcs get out, five thousand orcs! How many troops do we need to defend these five thousand orcs behind us? I want to send him to a military court! I don’t care whose relative he is! I don’t care where he is. The great nobles! You are harming the country with mediocre troops!"
Lothar shed tears when she complained, and everyone who heard it felt sad.
After four months of planning and preparation, and countless soldiers luring the enemy to sacrifice, Lothar completed the encirclement of the main force of the tribe.
No matter how high the individual strength of the tribe is, the small combat area determines that there are always only so many manpower for a frontal battle. At this time, the alliance's strength advantage will eventually turn into a victory after time. Even if the tribe wanted to break out, they could only retreat toward the coast. In this way, the strategic situation is great for the alliance!
It's a pity that no matter how good Lothar's strategy is, it can't save the lives of his soldiers.
With only 30% casualties, the garrison gave up its solid offensive and retreated for more than 20 miles, opening a large gap in the encirclement network. When the follow-up troops arrived to support them, judging from the traces, at least 5,000 orc troops had already left.
"Marshal, please pay attention to your health. The matter is over, let's think of a solution." In order to coordinate the land and sea offensive, Dai Lin did not stay on his Coco, but stayed with Lothar.
"What a failure! The essence of this battle is to deceive the enemy and advance simultaneously by land and sea. The tribal orcs thought they had the upper hand, so I lured them deeper, and used artillery to destroy their sharpness, so as to complete the encirclement and blockade when the enemy's decision was unclear. At the same time, the navy feints during the day and helps the wind to attack the camp southward at night, destroying its foundation. The orc tribe does not know the wonders of the sea breeze and ocean currents, so it must be defenseless. In this way, the enemy crossing the sea will have no foothold and will be completely wiped out. It's only a matter of time.
But, but, when these five thousand orcs escape, what troops do you want me to use to defend them, and what troops do you want me to use to stop them? The soldiers who died for this plan all died in vain! "Losa spoke quickly and urgently. After finishing the sentence, she seemed to have lost all her strength. Helpless tears fell down the wrinkles on her face.
In less than two years, the Grand Regent of the Stormwind Kingdom seemed to have aged ten years, and deep wrinkles appeared on Lothar's face, which was still in his prime.
"Marshal, don't you still have an ambush in Tarren Mir? Bring him back to help!" Turalyon suggested.
As Lothar's adjutant, Turalyon had a clear map of the alliance's military strength. After hearing the bad news, Turalyon, who had become a qualified soldier, quickly thought about all the troops that could be mobilized, and found that only Lothar could be mobilized. The army that Sir Sar is hiding in the northwest of Tarren Mill can be mobilized.
However, Lothar couldn't tell it. That army was a necessary prerequisite for the strategy of closing the door and beating the dogs designed by himself and Aiden. Aiden pretended to make peace and lured the orcs into Alterac through the mountain road. Then an army of 10,000 cut off the road and trapped the orcs to death in the mountains of Alterac.
If he withdrew his army and the orcs really went, wouldn't it mean that Aiden would be killed!
Such a dishonorable approach will damage Aiden's and his own image in the eyes. These things can only be done but not said.
When everyone heard that Turayan said that Lothar had secretly hidden an army of 10,000 people, they cheered up from their loss. The commanders gathered around, hoping to hear what Marshal Lothar had to say.
That army can't move, but Lothar can't tell the reason in public!
"That troop has a special role and cannot be mobilized for the time being." Lothar shook his head weakly.
"But Marshal..." Before a commander could finish his words, he was interrupted by the sentry who came to report.
"Reporting to the Marshal, the elven rangers discovered the orc troop that escaped from the siege, and they headed straight for Nanhai Town!" the sentry reported.
So vicious! Everyone present could not help but take a breath of cold air.
Because of the geographical location of the Hillblade War Zone and the criss-crossing battlefield situation, most of the armaments and supplies of both the Alliance and the Horde are maintained by sea transportation. The Alliance receives supplies through Southshore, and the Horde ships via Black Ships.
At this moment, Lothar planned to lure the enemy to attack and interrupt their return. And the commander of that orc force was also ruthless. He ignored the main force being surrounded and attacked the empty Nanhai Town directly.
As long as the dock is destroyed and the waterway is blocked, the Alliance army will be trapped and die on its own territory unless it withdraws from the Hillblade Hills.
The tribe is so cruel!
"Marshal, the rear is empty. No matter whether it is Nanhai Town or the baggage warehouse more than ten miles away, there is no room for loss!" Turalyon took the lead and knelt down on one knee in front of Lothar. Other lower-level commanders also knelt down to petition.
"marshal!"
"Marshal, make your decision!"
Lothar, who was exhausted mentally and physically, sighed deeply and asked, "Which troop can support Nanhai Town the fastest?"
"The closest one is the 44th Corps under the Ninth Army, but the one with the fastest support should be Major General Carlos Barov's ** Regiment. The previous order asked Major General Carlos to take a circuitous route to block the enemy, but Carlos Major General Loth is accompanied by mages," Turalyon replied.
"Then contact Major General Carlos's ** regiment and the 9th Army Group and ask them to return quickly for reinforcements." After Lothar gave the order, Turayan left quickly.
After sending everyone away, only Dailin Proudmoore and Uther were left behind by Lothar.
"Anduin, do you need me to return to the sea to support Nanhai Town?" Dai Lin asked.
"I need your power, my friend. I need your fleet to appear in Nanhai Town, but Nanhai Town does not need your rescue." Lothar wiped his face, his anger, exhaustion and impatience disappeared. At this moment, Lothar was still The confident and fearless "Storm Lion".
"Are you preparing..." Dai Lin understood what Lothar meant, but he was not sure.
"Now that we know where the enemy is, what are we afraid of? The plan remains the same!" Lothar said decisively.
"But what about Nanhai Town?" Dai Lin had some doubts.
"Uther, take my seal, go find the hidden army, and bring them back. Turalyon has a map, go to him and ask for it." After Lothar finished speaking, he put a lacquered letter in the drawer. The blue gold-encrusted envelope was handed to Uther.
"The secret order is to kill a mockingbird," Lothar whispered.
"To Kill a Mockingbird. I understand." Uther took the envelope and carefully put it in his arms, and left Lothar.
"Delin, I might..." Lothar hesitated.
"What could it be?" Daelin Proudmoore asked in confusion.
"It's nothing, old friend, let's go." Lothar shook hands with Delin.
After the admiral left, Lothar sent his guards to call the mage Khadgar.
"Khadgar, I need you to dare to go to Auckland City as quickly as possible. You must tell Aiden that the plan has changed!"
The seriousness and sharpness in Lothar's words were something Khadgar had never heard before.
