Although orcs are martial, they are not a race that only thinks about killing and fucking. Novel www.しwxs.com
In words that the indigenous residents of Azeroth can understand, it means that these grandsons also know how to be afraid and will run away.
After climbing over a hill, the trebuchet position hidden behind the hill appeared in front of Carlos.
"Ha, you really know how to choose a place. The trebuchet's ballistic parabola is higher than that of the artillery. They can hit us, but we can only watch."
Hemet looked at the more than forty trebuchets at the foot of the mountain, and was so excited that he forgot everything.
The orc mechanics were adjusting the torsion springs and calipers, and the ogres were carrying heavy stone bullets with seemingly cumbersome but actually swift movements.
Forty-three torsion catapults, these are really a bunch of big guys.
The wheels were stuck with wedges, and the front was raised by mounds of soil. Each time they were launched, these war machines were enough to throw a stone projectile weighing 100 kilograms to the battlefield three and a half kilometers away.
This launch site should be a defensive trebuchet position, belonging to a preset design unit. Although each trebuchet has been loaded with ammunition, it has not been launched. It can be seen that these orcs are waiting for their superiors. Further instructions.
In other words, waiting for the enemy to walk into a fatal trap step by step.
"Damn it, why did you launch a general attack? Your Majesty Carlos, we must act quickly and we cannot let these trebuchets operate!"
The dwarf's bugle had a very strong penetrating power. Even from such a distance, after listening for a moment, Hemet still accurately judged that it was the bugle for a general attack.
"All troops. Assault!"
Carlos gave the order, and the bad boy soldiers rolled and climbed down the hillside.
Be smart. He also knew how to find a wooden board, and even put the shield directly under his buttocks and slid it down. The less smart ones, if they are still alive after the war, should think about mending their pants. Others who were timid and inexperienced stumbled down the mountain.
The problem with the cavalry is a bit bigger. A mountain trail with this kind of slope. The war horse could not walk, so it could only trot in a circle of nearly two kilometers and break into the battlefield from another relatively gentle slope.
The consequence of many accidents and lack of preparation was that Carlos's actions were not sudden at all, and when the troops were in close combat, the human army was actually at a numerical disadvantage.
The good news is that in terms of combat effectiveness, the alliance is at an advantage.
The orc commander at this launch site was also a bachelor. After realizing that there was no hope of victory, he shouted loudly and asked his men to launch all the prepared stone bullets. Then he ignited the grease used to soak the stone bullets, created a line of fire that separated the orcs and humans, and ran away. The ogres had long wanted to run away, but they saw the orc overseer running away. With one hand covering the back of his head and the other covering his butt, he ran very fast, not taking the human archer's ax seriously.
Because the enemy retreated and fled, the battle ended quickly. By the time the cavalry entered the battlefield in a roundabout way, the infantry were already destroying the trebuchets left by the orcs.
"Idiot. Do you want to smash wood until tomorrow? Cut off everything that looks like rope on the trebuchet, knock off all the gears that can be knocked off, use the grease left by the orcs, burn the torsion springs and trebuchets Arm, why are you burning the wheels!"
Carlos looked at the stupid actions of his men and shouted loudly, feeling tired.
These illiterate people are not afraid of death when they charge into battle, but doing some technical work will cost people their lives.
Fortunately, Hemet and the dwarves who accompanied him were good blasters. With the help of the dwarves, the destruction of more than 40 trebuchets did not take much time.
Rejecting his request to detach a cavalry to pursue the fleeing orcs, Carlos asked Hemet to identify the direction and prepare to rush to the next battlefield.
As long as the Orcs' weighted lever trebuchet is destroyed, Magni from the front can break down the Orcs' defenses without any scruples.
The main body of this war has always been the dwarves.
Carlos had a clear vision.
"Just ten more minutes and we'll be ready to go."
The agreed place is right at your feet, but not many people feel it.
Seven teams were separated, but only two arrived on time, leaving Carlos with less than 1,500 men available, of which 700 were cavalry.
But time is life, for humans and dwarves.
The orcs blockaded the Ironforge dwarves because the dwarves could not trade their lives with the orcs in front of the fortified city.
But the current situation is such that the orcs cannot afford to change it.
Fortresses need defenders, outposts need sentries, and frontline firefights need soldiers. Although the orc warlords oversee an army of more than 10,000 people, they actually don't have many mobile troops in their hands, only less than half of the total strength.
What the orc warlords can rely on is a solid offensive and sufficient supplies. Using dead objects in exchange for the lives of dwarves is a sure profit in the eyes of the warlord. But what are those hard workers doing before they wait for their orders?
Before the dwarf treasure house guards, who were in the state of being descended from the gods, entered the best ambush location, the trebuchet fired a round, which made the orc warlord very dissatisfied. When the trebuchet was loaded again, the dwarves rushed over.
Fortunately, the other launch site did not disappoint the warlord. The stone bullets dragged red and black flame tails and hit the ground. The scattered fragments and large craters on the ground were looming in the smoke.
However, the king took the lead in the charge, which greatly improved the morale of the army. The dwarves ignored the casualties, as if they could not hear the wails and screams of their compatriots, and followed the King of the Hill to attack the orc defense lines.
"It's too late, it's too late. Let the engineering troops recalculate the distance and target the first line of defense. If the dwarves break through here, crush them into stone slag."
The orc warlord was also very decisive. When he saw flaws in the plan, he quickly adjusted the plan.
"Shaman, pray to the ancestor spirits for victory, prepare the blessed blood, and let those dwarves know what a true warrior is!"
Taking a cup from his subordinate's hand, the orc warlord swallowed the shit-green sticky liquid in one gulp.
"For the tribe!"
In the roaring battle cry. The orc warlord took the lead in charging and started a hand-to-hand battle between the orcs and the dwarves.
This orc warlord doesn't like the shaman spell [Bloodlust]. As a pure warrior, the warlord is not afraid of failure or starting over. However, although the orc warriors in a bloodthirsty state are brave, they have lost their heart as warriors.
Killing the enemy is not the purpose, killing the enemy is just so that you can live better.
Kill people just to live well. That is noble killing.
But the battle ends here. There is no use in thinking too much.
In front of the King of the Hill, the orcs can no longer call the dwarves short and small. They have a perfect figure like a marble sculpture, a posture like a god descending from the earth, extremely high physical resistance, and super strong magic resistance. Behind these are the dwarf sniper's ammunition pouring and the artillery barrage.
Although the warlord knew that such a strong offensive by the dwarves could not last long, as long as it was blocked, these dwarves would be able to huddle in Ironforge for three months.
But I feel like I can’t stop it!
Magni patrolled his battlefield as if taking a leisurely stroll. There is no enemy that he cannot defeat with one blow.
If so, then two hammers.
As the king of Ironforge, Magni faithfully fulfilled the life motto of youcanyouup, nocannobb.
The best weaponsmith in Ironforge. The best armorer, the best legion commander, the most powerful warrior, and the king praised by his people.
In all the fields Magni was involved in, he did his best and silenced all doubters.
This time, it's no exception.
Although the orc in front of him had red eyes and looked like he wanted to fight him desperately. But Magni had no fear at all.
Just from the contact between the war hammer and the ax blade, Magni knew he had won.
The power was overwhelming, and this orc was no match for him.
However, behind Magni, countless snipers were paying attention to his king. The bloody holes in the orc's chest and abdomen in front of him caused his physical strength to drain rapidly.
As a warrior, Magni was disgusted with the behavior of "grabbing heads", but as a commander and king, he greeted his companions with loud shouts.
War has never been about glory. What determines glory or not is victory or defeat.
Magni didn't know that he was defeating the orc warlord, but from the orcs nearby who rushed to the rescue regardless of their own safety, he knew that this orc had an identity.
“Don’t be disjointed, catch up!”
Magni did not get too entangled in the battle in front of him. Breaking through the orcs' defense was the main business.
The pain and blood loss made the orc warlord's consciousness somewhat blurred.
When he woke up again, it was already dark.
The warg's broad back and warm fur couldn't bring him more warmth.
"Why am I not in my own fortress?"
It took the warlord a long time to realize that the surrounding environment was wrong.
"Overseer, we were defeated. The trebuchet position was destroyed by the enemy. We tried our best to rescue you."
"Coward! Traitor! Where are the Wolf Cavalry? Why was our position destroyed? What are they doing?"
The warlord thought he was shouting at the top of his lungs, but to the ears of others, he was indeed murmuring feebly.
"Lord Overseer, we cannot hold it without reinforcements. I am not afraid of death, and my good men are not afraid of death either, but I cannot let them die in vain."
The commander of the Wolf Cavalry lowered his head and said to his supervisor.
"Nonsense, we still have troops in the Searing Canyon, and we have more than twenty fortresses here. You...you...cough cough cough cough..."
The orc warlord became agitated and coughed violently.
"No more, Lord Overseer, no more. In the Searing Gorge, those black dwarves attacked our fortress, and the defenders retreated. While chasing the enemies behind us, I met the messenger. He was seriously injured. This is the last letter. ."
The commander of the Wolf Cavalry took out a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to the warlord.
"Idiot, it's so dark, how can I see..."
After waving his hand to indicate that there was no need to light the torch, the warlord sighed helplessly and did not even reach out to pick up the letter.
"How many more people are there?"
"About four thousand people. Humans and dwarves were busy demolishing bunkers and blowing up fortresses, and did not pursue us."
The Wolf Cavalry Commander replied.
"Hey, take them to the warchief, to the warchief Orgrim."
"You are the warlord!"
The commander of the Wolf Cavalry said respectfully.
"Didn't you already make the decision for me?"
The warlord smiled contemptuously.
I originally thought that my subordinates were all loyal soldiers, but I didn't expect...
But feeling the loss of life force, the warlord finally forgave them.
"I'm afraid I won't survive tonight. Take this, take the soldiers back, and go to the warchief. I want you to swear to be loyal to the tribe and to the warchief Orgrim!"
"Lord Governor..."
"I want you to swear!"
"Yes, I will be loyal to the tribe and the chief until my death."
After hearing the oath from his subordinates, the warlord pulled off a wolf fang necklace from his neck and handed it to the wolf cavalry commander beside him.
"Lord Overseer, you will be fine."
"Send a message for me."
"Um?"
The commander of the Wolf Cavalry put his ear close to it.
"Tell the old grandmother that I love her. Tell the chief that I tried my best." (To be continued.)
