Three days after Alterac launched the Tarren Mill Retrieval Operation, off the coast of Palatine Bay, the Alliance Navy led by Daelin Proudmoore was engaged in a fierce battle with the Horde's black ships for almost a week.
The white color on the mountains is fading, which means the snow line is rising, which means spring is coming.
Spring is the season of sowing. If you cut an orc into more than forty pieces and bury them in the ground, you can harvest more than forty goblins in the fall!
Listening to the boatswain telling dirty jokes and dirty jokes to the sailors, the admiral chose to ignore it.
Although it is ungentlemanly to taunt an opponent with his skin color, those goblin consortia and pirates are not good either. Daelin hates those greedy guys.
In the boring voyage, any behavior that helps to improve morale is tacitly approved by the admiral.
The real cause of this naval battle is the change of seasons, the change of trade winds and ocean currents. The route from the wetlands to the Hillbread Hills area will be closed for about half a month with only oars for power. Expect.
Cursing those pirates and praising those pirates, Dai Lin only spent three hundred gold coins to get the exact information about the tribe's supply fleet.
As long as this supply fleet is destroyed, the Alliance can make fuller use of its advantages in manpower and material resources to severely attack the tribe in the subsequent battles.
It's a pity that naval battles are not as good as land battles. As long as one side wants to run away and the other side is willing to chase, it is not easy for a battle to last for a week.
From the Sea of Nothingness to the Palatine Bay, Daelin and his naval officers had sunk seven of the tribe's transport ships, at the cost of losing one medium-sized battleship and two large destroyers withdrawing from the battle order.
It can be said that the results are brilliant.
However, it was of no use, because the tribe still had forty-two transport ships of the same style.
In other words, the sailors of the tribe who died in battle can proudly say: There are still six others who are as stupid as me!
In three days, we will enter the continental shelf. We must find a way to deal some cruel blows to the Horde Orcs!
Dai Lin leaned on the command platform of the Coco, thinking about how to deal with it.
Although in more than a year of fighting, a large number of red dragons died. Daelin also felt that the tribe's air superiority was disappearing bit by bit, especially as the dwarves and gnomes of Ironforge developed a new generation of dwarf aircraft that could deal with red dragons. This forced the tribe to allocate a lot of energy to deal with air attacks from the Dun Morogh mountains, so as to ensure that their transportation routes were open.
So in the sky of Hillbrad, the battle between griffins and red dragons, and the competition between the Wildhammer dwarves and the Dragonmaw clan, although both sides are actually similar in terms of the loss of mounts and the death of pilots, they are backed by the alliance. The Wildhammer dwarves are significantly better than the Dragonmaw clan in restoring their organization and cultivating griffons.
From all aspects, the balance of the war is tilting towards the Alliance.
But at sea. Dai Lin can still only rely on himself.
It is better to hope that the gryphons of the Wildhammer dwarves can find the moving warships on the vast sea than to pray for the gunners to perform at their best.
It has to be said that Dai Lin personally trained a formidable opponent. In more than a year of war, the tribe's navy went from being hung up and beaten to now fighting back and forth with the alliance's elite, which also illustrates the horror of the tribe. .
What a terrible learning ability.
Every time Daelin tried to adjust the fleet formation to cut off the tribe's fleet from the middle, there would always be abandoned tribesmen who would break away from the fleet and attack the alliance fleet, disrupting Daelin's deployment.
Relying on constant cutting of meat, the tribe's fleet still maintains a huge scale.
There are important supplies on a certain ship that the tribe must transport to Hillbrad.
The admiral could not help but make this judgment, and became more determined to annihilate the enemy.
Rubbing the handle of the Tide Blade. Dailin twitched his nose and smelled the sea, then raised his head and stared at the white sky.
There is no moon tonight, the stars are sparse and the clouds are dense. Fightable!
Along the way, because he had to guard against the escort of the red dragon of the tribe, Dai Lin was unwilling to lose too many troops and ships to fight with the tribe, so he could only fight during the alternating intervals of escorting the red dragon.
However, as time passed, the alliance's admirals began to become anxious. It was a veteran's intuition that if something was not done, something bad would happen.
So Dai Lin is ready to play a big game.
That's right, a more terrifying tactic than army night battles, navy night battles!
It is rumored that the ancestors of the Proudmoore family once signed a contract with the sea of Azeroth. Almost every generation of Proudmoore after that has a constitution that is compatible with the water element, and the family heirloom sword Tidal Blade has many magical powers.
The mind is set. Then all we owe is the northwest wind!
Dailin Proudmoore pulled out the Tide Blade, and thick water vapor spurted out instantly. The legendary battleship Coco seems to come alive.
"Flagbearer, give the signal, three columns, advance at full speed."
After Dai Lin gave the order, he waved his sword, and instantly a strong wind blew, rounding the sails of all the Alliance warships. The sea water seemed to become more lively, and the sound of waves lapping on the hull became quieter.
Looking from the sky, the entire fleet accelerated.
"General, what is your plan?"
the first mate asked confused.
"We bypass Lighthouse Reef and take a straight line to intercept the tribe."
"Is this too dangerous? Although with Coco leading the way and General you leading the team, the rapids and reefs will not be a problem for the athletes of Kul Tiras, but when we go around the lighthouse reef, we are in danger of being rushed by the tribe! "
The first mate's worry is not unreasonable. Most sea routes move with ocean currents and trade winds, and are not straight lines. Cutting straight lines can indeed play a role in interception. However, the tribe also has a fleet on the southwest coast of Hillblade. Once it is operated, If not done properly, there is a possibility of being flanked.
"It makes sense. After intercepting these black ships..."
Dai Lin nodded in agreement, and then made an estimate.
"We should have encountered the enemy on the port side. The barrage on the port side is too thin. Send an order for the entire fleet to change the weight and concentrate the artillery on the port side."
"General!"
The first mate thought he had convinced Dai Lin, but he didn't expect such an extreme order to come.
"Listen, the mountain lions of Alterac have descended from the mountain, the wild wolves of Gilneas have emerged from their cages, Terenas and Lothar have also taken action, and even the old immortal Thoras has begun to plan a counterattack on the Sardo Bridge. . The war has been going on for so long, it should be over, don’t question me, your task is to implement my decision!"
Faced with Dai Lin's gaze, the first mate finally chose to compromise.
"You are the general, you have the final say."
Using all his strength to unleash the power of the Tidal Blade, even Dailin, who was as strong as a mainstay, felt deeply exhausted.
Returning to the captain's cabin, Dailin sat on a chair to rest for a while, a kind of anxiety mixed with excitement and uneasiness lingering in his heart.
What is it, what is it, what am I forgetting?
After thinking for a long time, Dai Lin suddenly realized.
"It's too much fun, I forgot to pay Gianna's living expenses this month!" (To be continued)
