The orc warlord who was stationed in Dun Morogh originally thought that the dwarf offensive would come and go as quickly as before, but he did not expect that the offensive launched from late at night until noon the next day and did not stop. sign.
After more than a year of blockade, the orc warlord knew the military advantages and disadvantages of the orcs and dwarves he was on.
Although Ironforge is located at a high position and is easy to defend and difficult to attack, the dwarven artillery has the advantage of the height difference. But as long as the blockade continues, victory will ultimately belong to the Orks. The Overseer was convinced of this.
Although the terrain of Dun Morogh is complex, with numerous mountain valleys and basins, and countless snowfields and glaciers, no matter whether it is truly a strategic location that can be called a transportation hub, it is still the plain at the foot of Ironforge Mountain.
As long as they are stuck here, any action of the dwarves will not be able to avoid the surveillance of the orcs. The remaining scattered paths can be solved by building seven or eighty sentries.
Although the mountains of Dun Morogh may look cold and desolate, there's a lot of life hidden among the ice and rocks. After Warchief Orgrim went north, the Warlord has been responsible for defending against the dwarves' counterattacks and sneak attacks and maintaining transportation lines. He knew that he could not relax his suppression of the short people. Once the dwarves were allowed to recover, it would be the orcs' fault. Huge trouble.
However, the failure of the northward crusade made the chief's position awkward. As the son of the former warchief, Red Blackhand has his own influence in the Blackstone Clan, but the warlord believes that Orgrim is more suitable for the position of war chief than Red Blackhand.
Brave and strategic, Orgrim Doomhammer is a rare strategist among the orcs.
In order to support Orgrim, the Warlord divided the 30,000 orcs guarding Dun Morogh into 20,000 to follow Orgrim to the Burning Plains. This move made the orc tribe's power in Dun Morogh become somewhat weak. But the warlord is not too worried. It will not take more than five days to rush from the Burning Plains to the orc camp in Dun Morogh for support. Relying on the solid offensive built over the past year and the old men of more than 10,000 people, it is enough to wait until Warchief's support.
Just as the dwarves mastered the tactics of dealing with the orcs, the orcs also learned how to deal effectively with the dwarves. Although the steam tanks and highland bombardment were astonishingly powerful, the densely packed trenches and bunkers were enough to make the dwarves pay a heavy price. Without filling the trench with corpses, the dwarves could never cross the blockade.
And those dwarves except steam tanks. What else can be ridden? goat!
Thinking of this orc warlord makes me want to laugh. Goat, the group of dwarf cavalry who charged on goats not only brought military exploits, but also brought rations. Simply a rare opponent.
He still has more than 2,000 wolf cavalry mobile troops in his hands. Unless the dwarves' steam tanks can fly, any roundabout breakout under the wolf cavalry's sword will be a joke.
As for the dwarfs...the orc warlord didn't want to judge someone who wasn't even as high as his knees.
Having said that, those annoying little things flying around in the sky are still annoying.
A whole night of shelling and half a day's fighting left the camp's inventory of grease and stone bullets running low. Animal tendons and ropes were also somewhat lacking. While the orc warlord was busy mobilizing supplies and coordinating the rotation of troops, a scout found his warlord in a panic.
"Wujiu, Wujiu is coming down the mountain!"
The dwarf steam tanks all have numbers. Although it took a long time to understand the dwarven characters, the warlord still became serious.
Because the steam tank numbered 59 is the ace among the aces of the dwarf mechanized troops, the elite among the elite. When it appears on the battlefield, it means that the dwarves are serious about it.
"Pass my order. Let the soldiers of the third line of defense fill the second line of defense. The soldiers of the first line of defense should be ready to evacuate at any time. Let the trebuchet positions on the flanks be ready once the dwarf steam tanks enter the plain area. , carry out saturation bombing. Have the Wolf Cavalry team go out to scout fifteen kilometers to the east, southeast and northeast, and let the ogre troops gather."
"clear."
"etc."
The orc warlord stopped the young man who was eager to deliver the order, and whispered in his ear: "Tell the guys guarding the ogres that the routine mobilization meal will be skipped, and you will only get it if you win the battle. Do you understand?"
"clear."
In fact, the orc who passed the order didn't understand what the warlord meant. He just remembered the order mechanically.
But the warlord didn't have time to remind the young people. The dwarves suddenly attacked. There was no sign at all, which gave the orc warlord an ominous premonition.
The connection with the Dragonmaw Clan in the Marshlands has been severed, and there is no support from the sky, facing those annoying dwarf helicopters. Tribes are at an absolute disadvantage when it comes to information confidentiality.
This battle is not easy to fight. But I am fearless.
The orc warlord stopped his desk work, put on rough and strong orc-style protective gear, picked up his battle ax, and walked to the front line.
Scattered bows and arrows and throwing spears are not too much of a threat to the dwarf aircraft in the sky, but in the hands of experienced orc hunters. Using the interference of bows and spears to limit the flight paths of the dwarfs, and then using bed crossbows to kill them is still an effective means of air control.
"I never thought that in Azeroth, in the World of Warcraft, I would actually see such a war."
Carlos, led by Hemet, arrived at the predetermined hiding place.
The dry riverbed is more than two meters deep and more than thirty meters wide. More than 3,000 human soldiers are hidden in this riverbed, and it does not appear crowded at all. Unlike the dwarf crawling on the snow, Carlos could observe the battle in the distance by stepping on a big rock.
It is said that a long-term illness makes a good doctor. In fact, there should be a restriction, so that a long-term illness will not lead to death. In the same way, those who fight for a long time without losing will naturally become good commanders.
They say the person who knows you best is always your enemy.
In countless conflicts, dwarves and orcs have fought each other, and there is nothing new on this battlefield.
Using the steam tanks as bunkers and the fire cover of the hillside artillery fire, the dwarves established a temporary position on the plains that was sufficient to gain a foothold. Soldiers continued to rush from Ironforge along the mountain road to the front line.
But the orcs' response was also very good. Carlos was someone who had seen modern warfare. He could see that if the dwarves didn't have any big weapons, being able to stand firm in this small position at the foot of the mountain was already the biggest gain today. A night of bombardment consumed the stone bullets of the orcs' trebuchets. Otherwise, the orcs now only need to concentrate their trebuchets to saturate the mountain road and put the dwarves in a dilemma.
These orcs are very elite. Although there is no difference between the individual combat power and the orcs who went north to Lordaeron, from the perspective of group combat, they are even better than the orcs Hillbrad encountered.
Carlos looked at the densely packed sentries, horses and trench stakes in the distance, and understood Magni's helplessness.
Orcs target Ironforge. A set of three-dimensional firepower defenses has been established. Breaking through from the direction of Ironforge is too difficult and the cost is too high.
But relatively, from the position where Carlos is now. The defensive strength of the tribal orcs is relatively weak.
According to Magni, he will attract all the Orcs' active mobility to the frontal battlefield, and then Carlos will attack from the side and rear. As long as the five Orcs' trebuchet launch sites are destroyed, the Orc fortresses and sentries without suppressive firepower will be destroyed. The towers were nothing more than large targets marked by steam tanks and dwarf mortars.
But seeing a small group of wolf cavalry roaring towards him, Carlos had a bad feeling. I'm afraid Magni's wishful thinking was about to fail. The commander of this orc force was very experienced.
Under such great frontal pressure, so many elites were sent out to conduct reconnaissance.
Every wolf cavalry is an elite among the orcs. The upper wolf can ride and fight, but the lower wolf dares to fight and is difficult to deal with. Hermit looked at Carlos nervously, waiting for him to make a decision whether to hide the whole army or take a gamble and intercept this wolf cavalry team.
"There are a total of twelve wolf cavalry, including their wargs and twenty-four animals. If one of them escapes, we will be exposed."
Carlos shortened his body, just keeping his eyes above the river bank, and spoke slowly and unhurriedly.
"Then why hide it?"
Hemet asked nervously, the Wolf Cavalry was very fast. They don't have much time to pretend.
"It's useless. Those orcs will definitely come to check. We can't hide it. According to my experience in fighting the orcs in Lordaeron, they will be divided into four groups in a while. One group will look out from behind, one group will come to the river bank to inspect, and one group will come to the river bank to inspect. Go to the valley on the left to investigate, and there is a group in the center to respond."
Carlos said calmly.
"What do you mean?"
Hemet was vaguely excited.
"The smell of our war horses cannot be concealed. The orc wargs will definitely notice it, but until it is confirmed that there is a problem. The wolf cavalry will not release the loud arrows in their hands."
"Then let's..."
"The lookout group at the back will be left to you dwarves. I believe in your marksmanship. As you can see, that pile of rocks can hide five to six dwarves, and we can just deal with them and the wolves. The group in the valley , just leave it to my top soldiers."
Carlos turned his head and winked. Soon, a small group of warriors in white cloaks left the large army and headed toward the valley with a cold expression.
"What about the other two groups of wolf cavalry?"
Hemet asked confused.
"Your snipers will wait until the wolf cavalry who are scouting in the valley are far away to attack, and then we will follow suit."
Hemet didn't understand what he was doing at first, but Carlos's order was quickly passed on. When he saw that the three thousand human troops were equipped with more than a thousand crossbows, and almost everyone was equipped with hand axes and spears, The dwarf understood what he was doing.
This is going to kill you with random arrows!
Fearing that his men would do something bad, Hemet went out with his musket in hand.
Carlos continued to observe the battle between Magni and the orcs in the distance, as if he didn't care about the exposure crisis in front of him.
"Your Majesty, the orcs are not fools. We can't delay this investigation team for long."
Ymir himself was a cavalryman and knew the rules of the scouts very well.
"It can be delayed as long as it takes. If Magni can't focus the attention of the orcs on the frontal battlefield, then there will be big trouble."
Carlos' tone finally showed a hint of anxiety.
"Too."
The trouble Imildan Carlos said was the casualties.
As a human general, his idea is not wrong. But as the commander-in-chief, the trouble Carlos refers to is time.
If the wolf cavalry cannot be mobilized, even if Carlos leads the troops to win, it will be dark.
At night, the general's control over the soldiers was in an awkward position. Once the orcs were allowed to fight a bad battle, only God knew the outcome.
"It's not my style to sit still and wait for death. After dealing with the wolf-riding reconnaissance team, feed the horses some bean cakes and exercise their bodies. If there is not enough time, we will act in advance."
Carlos made a decision. (To be continued.).
