ps: The extremely large chapter is really not suitable for dividing into chapters, so I postponed it until now.
Nasus's famous quote was so domineering and philosophical, and it fit the context, so I used it.
The next chapter will tell the beginning and end, and the adventures of Ka Aotian in the third volume will be even more exciting.
The battle was intense from the beginning.
The countries of Azeroth have neither signed the Treaty on the Prevention of the Proliferation of Chemical and Biological Weapons, nor anything similar to the Geneva Convention. The only purpose of war is to kill him, kill her, kill them!
Carrying out love and true justice, with the joy of being able to return to his hometown to get married after fighting this battle, the fever of fighting filled the entire northern battlefield.
The situation where the two sides fight in formation only exists when no one has much to do to defeat the other, or when one side has blocked a chokepoint. As a partial division, Carlos's troops had no obligation or need to confront the main force of the tribe head-on. Even just being a legion can greatly relieve Lothar's pressure.
But my pants... I mean my knives are almost dull. Why don't you give me a bag of popcorn and let me watch the show?
How can I happily brag to my friends after doing this?
So Carlos weighed the pros and cons and thought he had to steal Lothar's limelight.
"We will fight bravely to be the first in this battle. We don't want to survive, but we want to have no regrets."
At the final military meeting, Carlos used these words to make his concluding remarks.
"What do you mean, Carlos, do you think I'm a coward or a weak woman? When the troll and I fought to the death, your great-grandpa wasn't even born yet!"
Alleria was very dissatisfied with Carlos's move to send her away from the battlefield, and finally found an opportunity to catch Carlos who was alone after the meeting.
"Quel'Thalas has agreed to send troops."
"Huh?!~~What does this have to do with you trying to kick me out?"
She has a beautiful voice and a sweet face, and the word "ha" is interpreted with such rich emotional connotations that Carlos can't stand it.
"I can't give up my country to help you fulfill your wish, so I still have to rely on myself."
"Don't say so many unclear things. What on earth are you..."
Carlos put his index finger against Alleria's lips, stopping the woman from chattering.
"I never think revenge is wrong, nor do I think pursuing revenge is wrong. But unknowingly, I have reached this point, and I am burdened with too much. I no longer have the ability to help you. It's not that I am unwilling, It’s not impossible, it’s just that it can’t be done. Go back to your people, lead your army, and fulfill your sad wish. Then, forget everything.”
Lifting his fingers, Carlos added: "You know. When we first met, you were the most beautiful."
After Carlos left, Alleria stood there blankly for a long time.
"Don't you have prosopagnosia, you idiot?"
Alleria sneered slightly and turned to leave.
Marching forward in three directions, Carlos's strategic purpose is to annihilate the effective strength of the orcs to the greatest extent. As for the Stromgarde rangers' proposal to penetrate the orc lines and join the main force of the alliance... whoever wants to go can go, but I won't go anyway.
Collaborative combat between infantry and cavalry has always been a big problem. Except for interception and pursuit battles in preset positions, the infantry's poor mobility cannot keep up with the cavalry. However, pure cavalry combat. Supplies delivery and position assault warfare are problems that every general finds frustrating.
Horse riding joint venture?
You must have read too many novels. What kind of camp is that? They just set up some wooden boards to pretend to be blue. Arm-thick wooden piles are pounded into the ground three feet apart. Can you show me how to break down a camp like this?
The cavalry can either maneuver in tandem or attack in waves. These are tactics that give full play to their own mobility and impact capabilities. They are both options to use their own strengths to attack the enemy's weakness. If you really regard the cavalry as an invincible unit and the Long Live Charge as an all-purpose tactic, you may die without even knowing how.
Therefore, we marched in three directions, with the infantry in the center and the cavalry on the left and right. Carlos completely gave up on his strategy and assumed an upright look. I just want to be face to face with you.
So the orc high governor said he couldn't bear it, so he came with seven thousand brothers.
We have been fighting for so many days. The rangers and scouts came and went, the scouts and agents fought hand to hand, the field of vision was good, the fog of war was equivalent to nothing, Carlos had only traveled ten kilometers, and it was the first time that he was physically exhausted, and the orcs took the lead in launching the offensive.
"They want to take advantage of my unsteady footing to attack without giving me time for the legions to come back for reinforcements. Where do the orcs get the courage?"
Carlos laughed angrily, feeling slighted.
Excluding those left behind, the Chinese army has more than 10,000 people, with a main body depth of three kilometers. Why do the orcs think that with 7,000 troops, they can quickly eliminate Carlos's main infantry battle corps in a head-on confrontation without setting up an ambush.
The answer, Orcs!
Although ordinary orcs are strong, their body shape is actually quite similar to that of humans. Except for their weird skin color and two cute big teeth, they can basically be classified as humanoid creatures. As for the strong orcs, their thick upper limbs that violated the Basic Law and their black-green alien skin that was impervious to bows and arrows within two hundred meters, Carlos reacted immediately - Coach, the other side is cheating, they are on drugs!
You have been tricked, but you cannot retreat. If you retreat, you may collapse thousands of miles away.
"Crush them!"
The local terrain is high in the southwest and low in the north. It is an arc-shaped gentle slope. Seizing the high ground and taking advantage of the trend is a skill that all commanders do not need to learn. Diving is always less laborious than attacking from above.
In fact, the number of people in the first head-on contact was not that large. After all, the contact area was only that big: 500 alliances versus 300 orcs. However, in less than a minute, the first batch of human warriors and strong orcs were wiped out. .
Carlos gritted his teeth, feeling heartbroken and angry. A bunch of drug-addled and deformed orcs just wiped out the elite vanguard force that they had accumulated for several years. The orcs really deserved to die!
"Prepare explosive arrows, divide the battlefield, and order each legion to line up vertically to seize favorable terrain."
Although he wanted to go to the battlefield in person and teach the orcs how to behave, Carlos did not forget that his current duty was to be the commander, the issuer of orders, and the brains of this army.
Under Carlos' not too bad command skills, humans and orcs fought together, and the contact area continued to expand. to the end. When the reserve team was put in, a two-kilometer-long fighting line spread along the terrain and spread on the ground.
Standing on the top of the slope, the drop of up to three to five meters does not provide a very good view. Watching his own soldiers fighting bloody battles, the array line was still being squeezed. Carlos was really angry.
"What are Ymir and Shang Gewenjie doing? It's been almost an hour, why haven't they come to support yet!"
"Your Majesty, I'm afraid the orcs have intercepted our messenger, please light the beacon."
The captain of the guard approached Carlos and whispered.
For a moment, Carlos was moved, but soon, worry prompted Carlos to give up the idea.
Beacon fire and fire.
Just light the beacon. All soldiers must march in the direction where the beacon fire is lit.
What if this is the plan of the orcs, what if this is the strategy of the tribe?
Encircling a point and calling for reinforcements is a classic tactic that has been tried and tested. You haven't been surrounded yet, so you can't mess up your position!
The orcs didn't play according to the routine and really caught Carlos off guard. Even though he was proud of himself, Carlos only dared to say that he could defeat five of them. His own guards and the orcs would not fall behind in a duel, so he put it to ordinary soldiers. On the body, if two of them fight each other, they are both good men. There are no temptations, no traps. They didn't even have a backup plan. These drugged orcs only knew one move, F2A, but there was something wrong with their own reinforcements. Carlos was a little confused in his anxiety.
Were Shang Wenjie and Ymir bribed by their own opponents?
Is there a secret deal between the opposition and the orcs?
Was he sold by Lothar?
Or his cavalry troops were completely wiped out!
No, you can't have random thoughts or mess up your position.
Carlos suppressed his confused thoughts.
"Get the Tustingos ready."
After the herald repeated the order and received a nod from the king, he left quickly.
Five hundred meters away, a strong orc mutated again, his body size skyrocketed again, and the wooden stick as thick as a bowl in his hand swept across, and the human soldiers flew out.
Carlos saw it. He glanced around and found no suitable weapon. Scan once more and walk to the rider in two steps. Seize an extended ceremonial lance with the Alliance's lion's head emblem strapped to it.
The spear head of this kind of long gun has no tip, and it is usually used as a benchmark in military parades or marches.
Carlos took a few steps back, paying attention to the power of the Holy Light. He accelerated and swung out violently. The spear shined with holy light and passed through the heads of the human soldiers, piercing the chest of the fierce orc, and came out through the rod, spinning silk. The flag shattered the orc's lungs, and the orc could only scream silently in great pain, and then fell to the ground.
The gun barrel and the orc's body supported each other, and the blood-soaked Alliance flag slowly unfolded under the influence of gravity. In an instant, the humans cheered, but it also aroused the orcs' bloodthirsty wildness.
Pretending to be too cowardly, Carlos took action with hatred. Although it was very powerful, the power of the Holy Light consumed to kill an orc at the level of a squad leader across such a long distance was enough for Carlos to enter and exit the orcs three times.
If only I were Uther's Holy Light Battery.
Carlos thought with some depression. The sudden consumption of a large amount of Holy Light power made him feel slightly dizzy.
"Boss, Tastin is at your service."
The anxious battle situation attracted all of Carlos's attention, and he was constantly arranging tasks and deploying troops, so that he did not realize that Gota Jin was already standing behind him at the first time.
"Prove me the power of trolls."
Carlos stretched out his hand without looking back.
"See that dry creek? I don't want any orcs alive on the east side of it."
"I thought you would ask me to prove the troll's loyalty."
Gou Tajin said meaningfully.
"You have proven it, now I doubt your strength."
Carlos still didn't look back.
"Oh, I would rather you continue to doubt our loyalty than our strength."
Seeing that Carlos didn't look back, Gotagin laughed happily.
"Because our power is at your disposal. And you are unrivaled."
Turning around to leave, Goutajin blew a whistle, and a tamed jungle raptor sprang out from behind. The other horses were disturbed by the predator's breath and neighed uneasily. The riders hurriedly comforted their mounts, while the alpine horses from the Alterac Mountains snorted and paved the ground with disdain, as if to say: You dare to come here, little guy. One hoof won't kill you.
Gota Jin and his Tastin Gou mercenary group have been initially recognized by most of the Alterac soldiers in the Kalos army. These trolls who wear braces and can tell dirty jokes have received their due share of military supplies. supply. Although the transformation of human armor into troll full-body armor is a bit nondescript, patchwork is indispensable.
but. It was in these troll mercenaries who fought for mankind that Carlos saw some shadows of the two behemoths from ten thousand years ago.
Because helmets are difficult to modify, most trolls choose not to wear helmets. A small part of the wooden plank was made into a mask to protect against arrows on the front, and was nicknamed the "Big Bad Mask" by the human soldiers. As a leader. Gotajin always has some special treatment, such as a velociraptor for riding, a set of custom-made thick armor, and an enchanted helmet made of warg skulls.
"Boys, the hunting has begun, let's kill them all!"
The trolls who were checking their weapons cross-legged, or squatting and eating snacks, stood up one after another.
When the troll straightens up. The other human soldiers around them realized how tall these guys were.
"King Carlos of Alterac asked me a question."
Goutakin said in a playful tone.
"The Troll Executioner, the Troll Ruler, the Troll Big Boss asked me who was stronger, the Trolls or the Orcs."
"Of course it's us!"
"The new troll is stronger!"
"Ah, ah ah, ah ah ah!"
The troll language, the common language, the howl with unknown meaning, no matter what kind of answer it is, reflects the high fighting spirit of the troll.
"Our mission is a river. As for the dry river, you can choose the west side, but the east side must be ours!"
Gotajin explained the mission of the Tastin Gou mercenary group in troll language.
"Then chief. Whose river is it?"
"It's ours too!"
Gotajin's answer satisfied all the trolls.
With steps that seemed shaky and twisted to humans, the troll stepped into the battlefield.
Huh, so what if you take drugs, it increases your strength and decreases your IQ.
While constantly dispatching troops, Carlos keenly discovered that there was something wrong with the IQ of these strong orcs.
If you retreat, he will advance. There is no principle or reason.
As the human soldiers became familiar with the fighting methods of fighting the Orcs, casualties began to decrease and the battle lines began to push back.
The new trolls of Tastingo are themselves the best of Zumashal, after accepting the human battle formation theory. It's like opening the door to a new world. Although the spear is useful, it is too weak to poke. Pure men just want to enjoy the wonderful sound of the blade cutting on the ribs like playing a piano, and they want to enjoy the pleasure of the opponent's blood spraying in the face.
With this new troll's powerful vitality and impressive combat effectiveness. Carlos temporarily checked the orc's momentum to bypass the line on his right flank.
As for the left wing, the front is inevitably getting longer and longer.
He doesn't have enough cavalry, so launching a charge now is just a 50-50 fight with the orcs. Damn it, why is there still no news about his two cavalry brigades? Is it really the only way to light a beacon?
Just as they were thinking about the problem, the orcs once again tore apart Carlos's middle front.
"Regiment of the Guards, go and stabilize the front!"
"Your Majesty, we must be careful about... that."
The head guard reminded tactfully.
"You go or I go myself."
Carlos looked at his captain of the bodyguard with cold eyes.
"Your Majesty, I only need half of the troops."
The captain of the guard nodded in greeting, said no more, turned around and left.
Countless times, Carlos wanted to go directly to the front lines and fight happily, but he couldn't. He only has the generals who lead the troops and no commanders who can control the overall situation. He cannot give up his duties until the reinforcements arrive.
Because of the heroic fighting and activeness of the paladins of the National Knights of the Royal Religion, the human soldiers on the front line barely maintained their formation. As long as the formation remains, the orcs cannot defend humanity as a whole, cannot deploy all their forces, and cannot take advantage of their individual combat effectiveness over humans.
"Are these orcs idiots? Our army won't be able to stand it if a thousand-man team comes from behind to attack us at this time. It's time to go around, right? What the hell?"
His captain of the bodyguard had already come down from the front line. Although he was breathing heavily, the blood on his armor belonged to others.
"Maybe there is another conspiracy."
The captain of the guard was also unsure and could only answer Carlos's question in general terms.
"A group of ten people, send twenty or thirty groups of scouts to explore the ten kilometers behind us. Go back as soon as possible."
Carlos gave what he thought was the safest order.
The casualties have exceeded 20%. Using 10,000 infantrymen to confront 7,000 orcs, Carlos didn't have a seizure yet. If it were the Stormwind Royal Guard thirty years later, humans would just have to pass by. But this is the second Orc War, and he is under Alterac's army. Even if more than 6,000 were veterans of the war, they would not be able to withstand such losses. Carlos was very anxious. If we don't change our tactics, I'm afraid we won't be able to maintain our morale.
However, there was no news from the flanking cavalry from the beginning of the war until now. This made Carlos couldn't help but suspect that this was a huge trap, and he did not dare to put his last reserve troops into the battlefield.
From three o'clock in the afternoon until the sun went down, the battle continued. The orcs had no intention of withdrawing their troops. They asked their captain of the bodyguard to lead the Guards Corps several times to save the situation, but the captain of the bodyguard was finally injured. His left hand was broken by an orc. This strong man asked his subordinates to tie his weak left hand with cloth to death. He still stood beside Carlos with no intention of resting.
"Your Majesty, you have asked scouts to investigate for the third time. What are you afraid of?"
"Afraid of a conspiracy."
Carlos frowned.
"Where are my cavalry? Are the orcs on the opposite side stupid? There are too many questions. The regiments that have been contacted for the first time have already taken turns and rested twice. Are the orcs mentally ill? They are rushing in without thinking. No. Rotation, no waves. Ha, use 10,000 people to annihilate 7,000 orcs. If I report like this, will Lothar say I lied about my military exploits?"
"The head will not lie."
The captain of the guard did not understand what Carlos meant, or pretended not to understand.
On the front, the orcs' offensive has weakened, and the retreating impact has not broken through the human front. Humans are taking turns, but the orcs are dying one group at a time, and they are losing their confidence.
"Your Majesty, a great victory. Your Majesty, a great victory!"
The messengers galloped over on fast horses.
"In the town of Hornhillier. Lord Shang Wenjie and Lord Ymir surrounded and annihilated three thousand orc defenders, with almost negligible casualties. They burned a large amount of orc supplies."
Hornhillier? Isn't that a town sixty kilometers northwest?
"Those two idiots!"
Carlos was furious. His left and right flanks crossed over the central army and completed a beautiful battle of annihilation. As a king...
"ah!"
Carlos's thousands of words could only be condensed into a lamentation.
Why is it that my general is so powerless when he wins the battle?
"Your Majesty... Your Majesty, General Ymir is returning for reinforcements and will arrive in two-quarters of an hour at most."
"The long journey is one hundred and twenty kilometers long, waiting for him to stick out his tongue?"
No longer paying attention to the messengers reporting victory, Carlos drew his Arcanite Ax.
"Everyone is ready! Attack!"
At the orc command post in the distance, the high-ranking warlord remained silent about the orc's poor performance.
"It's time to retreat."
"Don't worry, human beings' physical strength has not been fully exhausted yet."
The orc warlord refuted the opinion of the armored man behind him. The armored man looked more like a human than an orc in body shape.
"Besides, Orgrim's soldiers are not dead yet, so why panic?"
"Carlos is about to take action. I'm not sure I can fight him while protecting you. That kid is a monster."
The armored man said.
"The king of Alterac is a monster? Hahahaha, it's quite refreshing to hear this from monsters like you who have come back from the dead."
The orc warlord taunted.
"They are all working for Lord Gul'dan, why bother."
"That's enough, use shadow spells to control my mind, but give me reason. Gul'dan is an out-and-out villain!"
"Yet you must obey Lord Gul'dan."
"Yes, I have to obey him, hahahaha."
As Orgrim's confidant, the commander-in-chief of the tribe's southern defensive operations, and the high-ranking warlord of the orcs, he hated Gul'dan extremely at this moment, but there was nothing he could do about it.
Thirteen thousand orcs fought against the Rangers of Stromgarde and the King of Alterac's army because of their own orders, fighting at all costs, just so that Gul'dan could smoothly lead his clan south leisurely. Leaving the alliance unable to pursue.
Orgrim? tribe? Orcs?
Sold, all sold by Gul'dan!
"You seem to particularly hate trolls?"
The orc warlord noticed that the death knight who was knowledgeable or protecting him always stared at the trolls on the battlefield, and couldn't help but ask.
"I hated it when I was alive, but now it's just a habit."
The death knight replied calmly.
After a while, the orc warlord couldn't help but admired: "You are right, the king of Alterac is not as strong as a human being. I even doubt whether he is a Gronn who has been cast a transformation spell. Let's go, Orcs who have lost their minds are no match for him."
The Stromgarde Rangers had won, the Alterac army was about to win, but Gilneas and Lothar were close to collapse.
Orgrim is already standing at the mountain pass. Even if the Alliance defends the mountainside, it is impossible to withstand the orcs' deadly attack.
"Lotha, Anduin Lothar, you are too trusting. What gave you the courage to fight us orcs one on one! Send an order for the trebuchet troops to come forward and destroy the human defenses. Ask the warlock , can you still summon hellfire and attack at night? After crossing this mountain pass, you will find the Silver Pine Forest. The tribe will finally win!"
Orgrim was more excited than ever before. Finally, finally, there were still three hundred meters of mountain road to go. He would defeat the Alliance, and the orcs would defeat humans. An unprecedented sense of accomplishment filled Orgrim's heart.
There is no danger to defend. The few defeated soldiers you have in Lothar's hands are nothing more than chickens and dogs that can be chopped down by us orcs. I will mount your skull on the Doomhammer, my biggest enemy!
Even though Orgrim is calm, he also feels a little bit arrogant.
But at this moment, a trusted subordinate galloped over on a warg, dismounted and said something in Orgrim's ear.
Joy, doubt, confusion, smile.
"Forget it, victory is within easy reach. The night battle is in vain and consumes troops. The life of every orc is precious. Stop attacking, set up camp, and fight again tomorrow."
Orgrimmar changed the order with a tone of satisfaction.
There is only one reason, because the visitor told him that the warlocks disappeared collectively and the rear army lost contact.
Gul'dan, you are the sinner of the Horde!
The more angry Orgrim became, the calmer his face became.
Three hundred meters, it was only half the size of a fingernail, but Orgrimmar knew that Lothar must be on the mountain. Making a gesture of wiping his neck at the position where the humans hurriedly returned to defend, Orgrimmar arranged for his subordinates to build attack tunnels and towers at night.
If you want to deceive your enemy, you must first deceive yourself.
After leaving the sight of humans and returning, Orgrimmar ran wildly on the warg.
The truth, what happened, the chief of the tribe needs the truth! (To be continued.)
