How big is an army of 100,000?
Many people, even many soldiers, have no precise impressions and concepts at all.
In his previous life, Carlos had experienced the Spring Festival Transport, fought on the subway at six in the morning, and witnessed square dancing in the smog. He thought he was numb to numbers.
However, during a military exercise, as a defender of the Red Army, when facing the offensive of the Blue Army, his legs shook with fear.
Afterwards, when receiving a box lunch as a fallen member, Carlos took the time to ask the director how many people were attacking on the opposite side.
The director's department replied, 1,100 people.
This is impossible!
Carlos jumped on the spot.
With that kind of overwhelming momentum, you said that there were ten thousand Carlos, but you told me that there were only one thousand people. How could this be possible?
However, there was no need for anyone from the directing department to yell. The old squad leader slapped him on the back of the head and told him to eat quietly.
In the end, these fallen elements served as logistical support and witnessed the final battle for key points between the red and blue sides.
Seven thousand people versus nine thousand people, the battle turned into a pot of porridge on five square kilometers of land.
From the multi-screen monitor, Carlos knew for the first time that real war was so shocking.
If there are a thousand people, it will be boundless; if there are ten thousand people, the sun will cover the sky.
Before the rebirth, many people on the Internet always liked to say that one hundred thousand people were not as many as the people in one of our counties.
However, if you lay out the three-dimensional space of a high-rise building and spread it out, you can see how wide the space is.
At least, in Durnholde Castle, the tents needed for more than 14,000 troops were spread out over a length of seven miles.
"Carlos, are you leaving?"
Danas asked reluctantly.
"It's time to go. When the war is over, we will have plenty of time to get together."
Carlos smiled pretending to be cool.
"Hey, be careful on the road."
Danas didn't show much pretense, he just patted his good friend's shoulder hard twice.
"Go back, the war is coming, no amount of planning and preparation is too much."
Carlos thought for a long time, but he didn't want to say any cool farewell words. Finally he reached Danas’ ear.
"Look after Alleria for me."
"Huh? The famous heroine needs me to take care of her?"
After hesitating for a moment, Carlos finally spoke.
"She's not mentally right and she's fighting too hard, as a friend. I'm worried."
"...I understand, I will do it if I have the chance."
"Well, I'm leaving then."
As early as two days ago, Genn McGrane returned to Gilneas. One day ago, Daelin Proudmoore also took a detour back to Southsea Town, preparing to plan a new round of maritime offensive.
And now, it's Carlos' turn.
As the special envoy of Quel'Thalas, Alleria naturally wanted to stay with Lothar. Although he was worried, Carlos had no position to ask Alleria to go with him, so he had no choice but to ask Danas to help take care of her. If Danas was not a fool, he would naturally reveal Carlos's words to Lothar, and then Carlos' purpose would be achieved.
After being away from his family for a long time, Carlos is eager to return home. So he did not choose to return to Alterac via the mountain path from Tarren Mill, but planned to go north to the Hinterlands, and then seek help from his old friends in the Eagle's Nest Mountain. He would use griffins to plant his group of people across the mountains and reach Alterac. east of Lanc before riding back to the city.
This probably saves a whole week of time.
A rare gathering between kings and great lords.
After the Wu Ping case, Lothar invited all the powerful nobles to gather together to study and judge the form of the next war. Everyone, including Carlos, agreed that spring should be taken advantage of. When the ocean currents in the Palatine Gulf changed course and the trade winds failed to arrive, they launched a fierce and cost-regardless offensive against the tribe, further consuming the orcs' supplies and manpower.
During the discussion, a rough plan gradually took shape. In order to gain more say, Carlos took the initiative to take on the task of clearing out the orcs from Tarren Mill to Southsea Town.
For this reason, Carlos must return to Alterac as quickly as possible and return to his army.
Carlos didn't see many friends in a few days. The battle is still fierce, with Uther, Tirion Fordring, Saidan Dathrohan and others continuing to organize attacks or defenses against the Horde in various parts of Hillbrad. Friendships that have experienced the baptism of war are always precious. Only by ending this race war with the orcs as soon as possible can we be qualified to enjoy life.
So Carlos comes like the wind and goes like the fog.
But he was still blocked by the forest elves.
"It's not the way of a king to leave without saying goodbye."
Alleria was sitting on the tree, obviously waiting for Carlos for a while.
"There are only so many people around. Why don't you just leave quietly and wait to be kidnapped and assassinated?"
Carlos raised his head and stood under the tree, staring blankly.
"cut."
Although she knew that Carlos could not see anything, Alleria still jumped down.
"A pervert who only thinks about muscles and can do nothing but take advantage."
Alleria vented with an expression similar to venting.
"Then thank you."
"do you know."
Carlos asked abruptly.
"What?"
Alleria was naturally confused.
"Just now, I almost decided to take you away."
"ha?"
"I'm afraid you want to die."
"Are you stupid? How can you take revenge if you die?"
"makes sense."
An inexplicable start and an inexplicable end.
Carlos's guards communicated with each other with their eyes, and they all had no idea, but the two people talking had already expressed their friendship and concern.
Going all the way north, the mountain road was difficult to navigate, and there were still small groups of orcs lurking in the forest on the mountain road.
At four o'clock in the morning on the third day after leaving the camp, when people were most sleepy, two orcs tried to invade the camp, but were overpowered by well-trained guards. Carlos heard the noise outside the marching tent, but finally decided to let go of the weapon in his hand.
It's still a while before dawn, so let's rest more.
In this way, it went smoothly, and Carlos arrived at Eagle's Nest Mountain nine days later.
"Oh, Maze, it's such a pleasure to see you."
Carlos lifted the high lord of Eagle's Nest Mountain as high as a baby, and the high lord was not angry.
"You little bastard, you've grown taller again, so can you let go of my old bones?"
"certainly."
Because of commercial trade and interests, the Wildhammer dwarves in Eagle's Nest Mountain were very close to the Barov family. Here, Carlos was warmly entertained by the Wildhammer dwarves.
"Carlos, I'm afraid you have to wait for two days. Now we can't find any griffins that can send more than thirty of you back to Alterac at once."
At the banquet, Metz reluctantly expressed his apology.
"Aha? Hiccup! Why?"
Carlos asked confused.
Although a gryphon knight needs a long period of training before he can be used in combat, controlling gryphon manned flight does not require an ace like Kurdran and Falstad. A flight record of 300 hours is enough. .
"Because we have deployed all our wealthy manpower to the coast."
"What happened?"
"Yes, the group of orcs that attacked the Hinterlands before crossed the mountains and should have gone to Quel'Thalas."
Carlos couldn't help laughing when he heard this.
"Oh, let's drink to our noble Prince Kael'thas for more glory."
"Do it!" (To be continued.)
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