Taking the blame and passing the blame are skills that intelligent life forms must master after socialization. They are innate magical powers that can be learned naturally without being taught.
Success and failure are all at risk. Isn't this nonsense? Success or failure is all decided by you. How can you still talk about right and wrong?
There are still some related sentence patterns, and if such and such is not mentioned, what will happen to the common people? Yes, come out, come out, so-and-so, come out, you have the ability to support people, come out to work, don't think that I know you are at home if you don't open the door!
Taking the blame is to unite people's hearts, and dumping the blame is to maintain the formality.
In the end, your fortune is only about a pot, and fighting over and over is just for the sake of eating from the pot.
When the roundabout orcs were thinking about the dilapidated city wall, the world slowed down in front of Anduin Lothar, and all the noisy sounds ignored him. Only the orcs' left and right feet moved in slow motion. Slow motion replay of left foot.
After seeing the form clearly, Lothar even had time to discuss philosophy and think about the art of taking the blame and dumping the blame.
A burst of redness in the face and ears was a physiological phenomenon caused by the rapid pressure of the heart and the hot blood. As a result, Lothar left the sage state and returned to the real battlefield.
Gan, I take the blame!
"The Fourth Army is preparing to meet the enemy. Shout, all members of the Fourth Army must assemble!"
"Galad, notify the Iron Horse Brotherhood to resist the orcs in the other direction."
"Make way for the road, make way for the horse racing track."
"Go to the supply warehouse and dig out the crossbows and artillery."
"I'm so nervous. It will take at least five minutes before the orcs rush over. Get in formation!"
Lothar yelled at the people around him at the top of his lungs, and the always gentle Alliance Generalissimo kept spouting curse words.
The effect is surprisingly good.
The soldiers who were driven into dementia by the previous earthquake were scolded by Lothar and infected by the atmosphere, and gradually came back to their senses...or were forced back to their senses by the orcs.
The two orc armies on the left and right that circled around had expected heavy casualties in the previous battle. Now it was the orc army on the left that attacked Lothar. A rough calculation showed that the number was at least five thousand.
But there were successes and defeats as well as earthquakes. The anger of the earth destroyed the human walls and also slowed down the orcs. The distance that was originally reachable by a single charge now had to be arduously crossed by the orcs across the scarred land.
This gave Lothar time to turn the tide.
"Miscalculation."
Because of the order given about half an hour ago, the alliance generals were trying their best to gather their men and go out to attack.
Yes, capable generals and the most elite soldiers have already set off.
What the fortress lacks now is not soldiers. It is full of tmd soldiers. What Lothar needs now is generals, generals who can prepare for war.
As luck would have it, catching a slow-moving Galad had already exhausted Lotharjin's good luck, and he would never be able to find anyone who could see him clearly.
It's going to be worse...
These five thousand orcs alone want to capture the fortress, but they simply don't take me, Anduin Lothar, seriously. But if another roundabout group of orcs also starts to attack, the problem will be huge, and the alliance's barely maintained morale may collapse.
Lothar looked at the dilapidated city walls and the shattered peripheral offensive, and made up his mind.
"We can't defend in the camp."
Attack it, you must attack it!
In the face of the disaster, everyone was equally confused. The orcs only had the courage to attack after seeing the city wall collapse, and the Alliance was also shocked by this huge change. Simply talking about military strength on paper, the two orcs surrounding the rear are just food.
That's assuming the Union soldiers don't collapse on themselves.
"Did you see that crack? Rush over and organize a line of defense! The officer leads the team, speed! Speed! The cavalry is ready on the spot and ready for impact. Horse? If the horse can't be found, you can become an infantryman!"
Every desperate Alliance soldier hopes to get an order from Lothar, a clear order.
Before an earthquake occurs, Lothar will scold them mercilessly.
But now, Lothar responded to everyone's expectations with a hoarse voice.
Therefore, behind a half-man-wide crack in the ground about three hundred steps away from the collapsed city wall, the alliance built a thin line of defense.
"Luck is on our side!"
Lothar stood on a pile of rubble and observed, then became excited.
"Their attack direction is the ground where the volcanic ash has settled, and it is even more difficult to attack now. Lieutenant, organize a team of troops to go there, to that very eye-catching big rock, form a circular formation to jam the orcs, and force them to take a detour. Lieutenant , go to the munitions office and find twenty barrels of kerosene."
Lothar calmly dealt with the trouble at hand.
That's right, this orc army has gone from a huge threat to a huge trouble.
There are no heavy weapons, no cavalry troops, not even impact speed, coupled with the poor ground conditions, as long as the Union soldiers are not frightened by the initial fear, the rest is a matter of hacking and slashing.
Every minute, at least one team of soldiers was sent out by Lothar to restore their organization, and the city wall of flesh and blood was gradually taking shape.
Five thousand orcs formed a large, dark mass, and it seemed like a matter of minutes to surround and divide the alliance troops who hadtily responded to the battle. However, the fragmented ground pulled the Orcs' assault front like a seriously disturbed radio wave. Seeing that the Alliance could not be frightened, the Orc commander proactively slowed down the pace and issued an order to stop the charge.
This time, it was the orcs who were causing the commotion and confusion.
Can win!
Lothar ordered the guards to find his war horse and prepare to solve the immediate trouble first.
But a guard quietly came to his ear and spoke words that pierced his heart.
"Marshal, the orcs on the other side of Blackstone Mountain have come down."
"Well done, don't spread the word."
"clear."
As if nothing had happened, Lothar continued to issue orders to consolidate the defense line, and the idea of taking the initiative had long since disappeared.
Just put it off, the longer the better.
Now, the problem is big.
There was no fighting on the side where the city wall had completely collapsed, but on the Garad side where the fortifications were relatively intact.
Another detour of orcs took the initiative to launch an attack. According to the intelligence, they were larger in number and had more sophisticated weapons and equipment.
"Hold on, Garad."
While Anduin Lothar was worried, he was also glad that at least the order to take the initiative was effective. The tribal army led by Orgrim was held back. Otherwise, it would be surrounded on all sides and everyone in the fortress would be excepted. There is no second consequence for dying in battle.
"Marshal, the orcs have begun to advance."
The circuitous orc army spent more than half an hour in a noisy manner and finally formed a not-so-bad formation and began to advance. Lothar looked around at the officers around him and sighed secretly.
"Let's go and show them how awesome you are."
The heroic posture of the Generalissimo boosted morale, and order in the war fortress was gradually restored.
It's just that the arrival of Red Blackhand is still a secret that has been deliberately hidden.
