A fence has three stakes, a hero has three gangs.
Orgrim understood at a very early age that numbers are the last word. No matter how awesome your personal bravery is, go and reason with the countless centurions and thousands of captains in the Goria Empire!
It's not just storms that can knock down trees, but also termites.
Therefore, after becoming the chief of the tribe, Orgrim followed a simple principle when leading troops in battles--each orc is worth two humans, and the number of orc soldiers in each battle must be more than three times that of humans. .
Following this principle, Orgrim never suffered a big loss in battle except for the time when he was tricked by Gul'dan.
But now, Orgrim decided to revise his principles.
Each of these soldiers under Anduin Lothar is as powerful as an orc. Those human warriors are monsters nourished by the blood of orcs.
Ogrim felt a little annoyed.
How could what was originally a simple trial turn into this?
Orgrim couldn't help but fell into deep thought.
This combat operation itself is the last hope for Red Blackhand, and it is an internal struggle of a pure tribe. Orgrim hoped that the old chief's son would remember his identity as an orc and give up his attempt to split the tribe. If you don't remember, then cut off Red Blackhand's tail left in the tribe.
The situation is unexpectedly good. Red Blackhand's actions so far have not insulted his identity or discredited the old chief.
And a sudden disaster destroyed the alliance's fortress defenses.
So the battle started.
But as the battle continued, Orgrim smelled danger keenly.
Annihilating Anduin Lothar and his group of capable soldiers is certainly a very tempting option, but Orgrim's own retreat is not secure.
If the Alliance's war fortress had not been damaged by the earthquake, Orgrim would not even consider using such a small number of troops to attack it.
Without engineering equipment and logistical support, 50,000 orcs would not be able to survive without food and drink. Food can still support San Wu, but drinking water is annoying. Major earthquakes destroyed the groundwater, and the original water sources were now dry. Orgrim had to send at least 5,000 orcs to the south to find water every day to meet the needs of the army.
Except for these 5,000 men, Orgrim actually felt guilty. If Anduin Lothar had made a desperate move to finish the Long Live Charge, the outcome would really be 50-50 with the less than 15,000 men in hand. open ah.
And in a few days, there won’t be enough food.
Just when Orgrim began to retreat, Red Blackhand sent a message.
[See you later]
Red Blackhand suggested that Ming launch a final decisive battle, and all the orcs unite to encircle and annihilate Anduin Lothar.
Very tempting.
This proposal is very tempting.
If Red Blackhand and his troops also join the battlefield, the orc and human strength will be outnumbered by three to one. More importantly, Red Blackhand's troops are located at the rear of the alliance. This will be an all-round annihilation battle.
It's a circle, how can you lose!
So even though he still felt strangely uneasy in his heart, Orgrim still agreed to Red's proposal.
After dawn, the entire army pressed forward, and the messengers kept going back and forth between the various units, conveying the chief's order--to annihilate the alliance.
In the battle with the alliance a few days ago, the entire tribe's organization was turned into a pile of rice fields. Except for his own trusted troops, all other orcs were scattered. This caused Orgrim to waste a whole morning just to complete the overall scheduling.
Then around three o'clock in the afternoon, the orcs on Orgrim's side completed the most basic encirclement formation.
So there are only more than three hours left until dark.
There is even less time available for fighting.
The only good news is that Red Blackhand did not break the promise. He stood high and watched, and he could see the clusters of flags fluttering in the wind from a distance.
"I'm afraid there are 30,000 people. If Red hadn't split the Blackstone clan, with these 30,000 people, I wouldn't have to work hard to unify the tribe..."
Orgrim's anger was mixed with relief, but he didn't feel bored at all.
Finally, with an order, the orcs' offensive began.
Since there is no need to cooperate with siege equipment such as catapults, the orcs' tactics are relatively simple, and they are nothing more than f2a.
Although the fighting in the past few days seemed extremely fierce, the actual casualties were not great.
In the hilly terrain of the great plains like the Burning Plains, there are not many tactical choices at all. The comparison is who has a better formation after the two warring parties come into contact, and which side's soldiers are braver.
So when the orcs encircled them, the reaction from the Alliance was a little dull.
Because even though the orcs are superior in number, the number of orc warriors faced by human soldiers on a single defensive side is not as large as expected, which even gives the alliance veterans the illusion that the orc front is a bit thin.
"What is the tribe going to do?"
Turalyon, who returned to Lothar, couldn't help but fell into confusion when he saw this, and couldn't help but ask his doubts.
"If you really want to annihilate us, you should send out several groups to separate our forces and stage a feint attack, then gather superior forces to attack the most severely damaged defense lines of our city wall, cut off our retreat and build camps to force us to take the initiative to attack. They launched an attack and eliminated us in mobile warfare. What is going on now? I can’t understand it!"
Lothar patted Turalyon on the shoulder teasingly.
"I'm so glad that the orcs didn't ask you to be their warchief and give us a way to survive."
The surrounding officers laughed along with the generalissimo.
Lothar did not waste a few days. Using the existing materials, the alliance's war fortress carried out emergency repairs and restored some of the ferociousness of the war monster.
This is also the reason why Lothar dared to take back all the troops that were scattered.
Even though the southwest and south walls were almost completely destroyed, the north and east walls were basically intact. After calculations, Lothar believed that the Alliance could muster the strength to engage in contact warfare with the orcs in the damaged section.
So he did it decisively.
And his confidence to do so came from Uther.
The Lightbringer brought light to Lothar, and Uther was indeed not a deadbeat. When he realized that he was unable to stop Red Blackhand, he hid decisively. After Red Blackhand led the troops down the mountain, he ventured through the Blackstone Mountain corridor guarded by the orcs and went to the Searing Canyon to retrieve reinforcements.
If Uther is as reliable as ever, Lothar's 20,000 troops hidden in the Searing Gorge will be able to reach the battlefield in just two seconds.
When Lothar leads the Burning Plains army to attack the north, attacking from both sides, this game of chess will come alive.
"The troops will stop us, and the water will cover us. It's getting late today, and the orcs' offensive won't last long, but their morale will be high. You all go down and be ready for the battle."
So, amidst the noise of horns and gongs, the offensive and defensive battle between the Alliance and the Horde began.
"Warchief, do we really want to help that guy Orgrim fight in the alliance?"
Red's men looked at their chief with confusion.
"Of course, if you don't do anything, how can you deceive that treacherous son of Orgrim?"
Reid answered matter-of-factly.
"But, but..."
The subordinate was still thinking about something, but he was a bit clumsy, and his dark face turned purple with anxiety.
"If you don't want to let go of the child, you can't trap the wolf. Let's go. Anyway, it's not long before the black is left. Order to go down, this battle is really a fight."
Red Blackhand smiled proudly.
