Do a simple arithmetic problem.
A big man weighing 100 kilograms needs to consume three kilograms of rations to march 100 kilometers on foot.
The straight-line distance between the departure point and the destination is about 600 kilometers.
It is known that this strong man needs to carry two sets of summer clothes, one set of winter clothes, one set of armor, two water bladders, one set of swords and shields, and several throwing axes.
We also learned that a war horse’s burden was about one-third of its body weight and its food intake was twice that of the strong man.
Then here comes the problem.
Which company has the best excavator technology...
Ahem.
In fact, Carlos did address this topic.
"Look at these sculptures, these magnificent buildings. The dwarves are so big and nodding, but they unswervingly fulfill the standard of [bigger is beautiful, more is better] when they make things. It's really amazing!"
In fact, using a marching formation, it is impossible to rush all the way from the wetlands to Ironforge.
Packing trucks with large and small packages, not to mention the marching speed, just the mobilization of mules and horses is a long-standing problem. Moreover, the dwarves' living environment has a huge temperature difference between day and night. Once they leave Khaz Modan and enter above the snow line of the Dun Morogh Mountains, the amount of supplies consumed becomes even more terrifying.
It's July, and I can't wait to enjoy the cool weather in the wetland. When I enter the mountainous area, I have to wear a coat sooner or later. After walking less than fifty kilometers, after passing the last mountain tunnel, I have to stuff fur rags in my shoes.
Moreover, the straight-line distance from Ironforge alone was still two hundred kilometers, and the army's food reserves were no longer enough for three days.
what can we do about it? what to do……
The answer is actually very simple.
Just wait.
A thousand marches by day, eight hundred marches by night, and a solitary attack are all life-defying actions without any choice, a desperate act when success or failure depends on God and one cannot control the outcome.
In a real march and war, no one will fight with more than they have, and if they are prepared, they have no chance of winning.
On the second day after Carlos led the army into the battle, the second batch of transportation brigade had already escorted the supplies and started to catch up.
Long-distance marches consume slow and huge amounts of physical energy, so waiting for work in leisure is not an empty phrase.
Carlos was not prepared to trade the exhausted elites with the abandoned sons of the orcs. Stay at the checkpoint and take a break. Waiting for the rear army to transport supplies, the advance army led by him is also ready. Then it would be great to break through the blockade and join Ironforge at full status.
The scout cavalry who returned to investigate reported the situation every four hours, and the rear team arrived about two days later.
As long as there is news.
It doesn’t matter how many carriages break down today or how many donkeys run away tomorrow. Carlos stayed at the camp peacefully.
The troops must be trained strictly when they are stationed, and their rules must be correct when they go out to fight.
There is no large-scale training. As long as the officers are well controlled, the soldiers will basically not be in chaos.
After checking the situation at each sentry post, I kicked a few lazy guys in the butt. Carlos returned to the camp to rest.
As a result, a group of paladins who regarded Carlos as their mentor took their king out for activities after dinner.
It gets dark very slowly in July. It's been almost half an hour since the sun set, and it's not dark yet. The firewood for the bonfire has been piled up and can be lit when it gets darker.
Next to the unlit firewood pile, a group of active paladins were fighting half playfully and half competitively.
Seeing these young people sweating, Carlos was relieved and a little emotional.
In fact, I am not that old yet, and I have become a master-level figure without even realizing it.
When he was young, Carlos was driven by inexplicable fear of the future to train continuously.
After becoming a young man, I finally made a plan for my life, and a strong physique was an indispensable condition. The training is more demanding.
When I reach adulthood, I am driven to a high position by fate, but suddenly I find that I am too high to get down, so my training never ends.
Unknowingly, Carlos discovered that he had reached the pinnacle of mankind in terms of fighting.
Looking at the loopholes in the postures of guys who could actually be classified as his own age, Carlos couldn't help but laugh.
"Your Majesty, what are you laughing at?"
Ymir's attention never left Carlos. Finding the king smiled, the decisive topic followed.
"A passage suddenly occurred to me."
"What words?"
Carlos didn't answer, but stood up.
He moved his ankles and shook his wrists. Carlos stepped in between the two people who were getting really angry.
The best proof of the real anger was that the onlookers noticed that Carlos had made some moves, but the two people in the confrontation had nothing else in their eyes.
"Your backhand is weak! Your forehand is not precise! Your steps are loose! Your reactions are slow! None of your moves are decent! Are you the only one who still wants to compete with me on the same stage? Have your sweet dream!"
After not using it for a long time, Carlos' spoken Chinese has deteriorated a lot.
While shouting this slogan that had nothing to do with sword fighting, Carlos stepped between the two of them and took advantage of the opportunity of the two to fight to grab their wrists. Twisting and lifting to get past one, letting go and kicking the buttocks all in one go. Then he pressed his knees and legs, lifted his shoulders and hooked his elbows, flipped the other one over, and used his solid basic skills and strong physique to forcefully separate the two people in a 1v2.
Cool!
"Your Majesty, what does that war cry you shouted just now mean?"
Realizing that the king had interrupted the contest, the two men who got up from the ground were not angry. They patted their butts and asked with a smile.
"I want to tell you what it means to defeat ten with one force. Without a strong body, no matter how superb your sword skills are, they are nothing more than rootless wood and water without a source. Think about those orcs, their movements are rough, but they can't stand it Others are very strong. If an orc attacks you with an axe, you can block it with one hand, but you can kill them with the next blow. But you are all veterans who have been on the battlefield. How many new recruits from the Alliance cannot even block an axe? Come on, how many people need to hold shields with both hands to barely defend themselves, and there are also some people who are usually trained to be clever and can't even hold up a shield, but they were split open by the orcs with a single axe, including shield and shield."
Carlos changed the topic and talked about some battlefield experiences.
"No matter how powerful the weapon is, it will always be used by people. No matter how powerful a person is, it will be of no use in front of the legion. Some of you participated in that operation not long ago."
Hearing what Carlos said, about one-fifth of the people watching nodded.
"Those cultists are not afraid of death. Even if I am entangled by multiple of them, the back of my head will feel numb. But, so what, in front of the legion's power, personal force is so pale and powerless. . The black arrows are overwhelming the sky, are you afraid? The bright swords are coming in line like ocean waves, are you afraid?"
Listening to Carlos speaking in an exaggerated tone, everyone laughed at the scene and said they were afraid.
"Afraid, what should you do when you are afraid? Just rely on your comrades."
After saying this, Carlos's face instantly turned cold.
Originally, he wanted to give a few more lectures, but from a distance, Carlos saw a group of unfamiliar dwarves walking over under the leadership of guards, so he stopped.
As soon as the atmosphere was interrupted, Carlos no longer thought about training his subordinates. Then he thought, it wouldn't be a big deal if Bi Douzhong was a little more angry, so there was no need to go online.
"Go on, Ymir, and keep an eye on it."
After giving a few instructions, Carlos left the crowd and walked towards the slowly approaching dwarf.
"Oh my God, he's so tall!"
"Ahem."
The leading dwarf heard the mutterings of his companions and coughed angrily, signaling them to pay attention to their etiquette.
"Dear King of Alterac, His Majesty Carlos Barov. Captain Hemet Nesingwari of the Third Squadron of the Fourth Legion of Ironforge brings you the greetings of His Majesty Magni, the King of Bronzebeard."
The dwarf carrying a musket and battle ax raised his head and looked directly at Carlos. (To be continued.)
