The orcs did not play tricks. Before the battle officially started, both sides showed respect and caution for their opponents.
There was still the busy arranging of troops, and the thundering of war drums and the waving of flags.
The neat array of the Alliance and the rough formation of the Horde formed a sharp contrast.
A well-known Fruit Party war zone leader once said: Even if there are 50,000 pigs, it will take three days and three nights to catch them all.
What's more, on the battlefield at this moment, neither the Alliance nor the Horde are pigs, and there are more than 50,000 on both sides.
"What do humans want to do? Did those people in front offend their general and were sent to die?"
Orgrim's words caused a burst of laughter. The orc warlords couldn't understand what the alliance's formation was like, but the battlefield formations of both sides had not been set up yet. Just laugh. They really treated their opponents as idiots. All the bones and dregs were left behind after being eaten by tigers that looked like pigs.
"Send double the manpower to keep an eye on the human ambush."
Orgrim said contemptuous words, but he was very cautious in his heart.
On the Carlos side, due to terrain problems, there is not even a high slope, so it is impossible to climb up and see far. The arrangement of the formation depends entirely on the coordination between the officers and the flag bearers. The temporary platform more than five meters high is simply a psychological comfort. Use no.
Because the battle was scheduled in advance, both the Alliance and the Horde had informed plans in advance. Although the number of people involved in this battle was more than five times larger than the previous decisive battle between Lothar and Orgrim, the layout was much faster.
No matter how bad a plan is, it is better than no plan, and no matter how bad a decision is, it is better than no decision.
Isn’t that the truth?
Carlos stood on the high platform and looked from a distance. The black orcs were really shocking, surging like a tide of darkness swallowing up the light. But looking around, the bright flag of the alliance gave everyone great courage.
Home is behind you, and your comrades are by your side. Even if you are struck by a knife and a sea of fire, you can pass by without blinking an eye.
Acting according to the predetermined plan, in a battle of this scale, there are actually very few things that the commander can do to intervene. It is just to find out where the enemy's formation is crude and let the cavalry pass. If his own formation is about to suffer, quickly let the reserve team make up for it.
But in this battle, Carlos gave Danas the winning card and 30,000 cavalrymen who might never appear again. All he could do was hold on.
That's all.
Under such established tactics, the alliance does not even need a supreme commander. All legions received death orders. They could retreat after a few hourglasses of time and rush to the battlefield after a few hourglasses of time.
After a few hours of cold wind blowing on the stage, the temperature in the Burning Plain began to warm up. When the warm comfort turned into scorching heat, the tribe moved.
In a heart-stopping charge, the orc warriors armed with spears and axes launched a surprise attack amid a blast of desolate horns.
It was not an all-out charge, but a sudden advance similar to a quick walk. After the orcs in front ran a few or two steps, the orcs behind started to follow. The orcs in the first array line ran more than 30 meters and then the second line came up. The cycle goes back and forth, surging like the tide.
No wonder all the alliance executives who have seen the orc army use the term "tide of darkness" to describe it. It's not that their language is empty and they only use a few words over and over again, but it's too vivid and vivid.
Like the waves in a storm, the orcs are coming.
But this time, the alliance was well prepared. Although due to the formation, the archers could not be gathered together for projectile suppression, the five rounds of arrow rain from the three legions in front were still harvesting the lives of the orcs. The tide was filled with Foam.
Facing the charge, the archers had three rounds of ejection time, but the orcs' surprise suppressed the speed, and the archers had five rounds of ejection time. Perhaps, two rounds of arrow rain can take away the lives of hundreds of orcs, but on this battlefield of hundreds of thousands, three to five hundred human lives are not counted at all.
No matter human or orc.
Orgrim was a little confused. Except for the strange fact that humans placed three legions at the front, the rest of their responses were typical attack formations. But why was there no movement from the Alliance even though the orcs had already launched an offensive?
There is a conspiracy!
Orgrim held the Doomhammer tightly with his right hand and stared at the battlefield with wide eyes, trying to find out what the Alliance was hiding. The pain in his left chest reminded him so clearly that the Horde was facing a terrible enemy. , Don’t underestimate the enemy.
Soon, carrying arrows and guns, the orcs moved to a position about 150 meters away from the alliance's front line. For the orc warriors, it only takes three or five breaths to reach such a distance of 60 to 70 steps. It's the perfect charging distance.
There is no need for Orgrim to worry about such small details. The orc warlords on the front line are veterans who have been on the battlefield for a long time. They can judge the timing by listening to the sound with their eyes closed.
Sure enough, the horn sound changed from vigorous to passionate, and the orcs charged.
As the forefront of the alliance's entire Arrow formation, and as the point of the exclamation point formation, the Seventh Army was the first to feel the pressure.
If the Seventh Legion is overwhelmed by the orcs at the first opportunity, then the orcs can concentrate all their forces to face the alliance's central army. Otherwise, the orcs must be divided into two groups, the left and the right, to advance separately.
The romance of the battlefield is a matter for novelists. For soldiers, the battlefield is a hell that feels fear and brings fear. For commanders, the battlefield is a mathematics examination room, and war is an arithmetic problem of addition, subtraction, multiplication and division.
Carlos looked nervously at the Seventh Legion from a distance, even more nervous than when he was last fighting. When he watched the black tide hit the shield-bearing guard at the front, Carlos could still feel his heartbeat even though he was several kilometers away. After a beat, the sound of the collision between the giant ax and the big shield came here.
"good!"
Carlos shouted!
The Seventh Legion withstood the first wave of impact. In order to gain space for attack, the following orcs were mixed in with those around them, pushed by those who came after them, and ran to both sides.
The Third Army and the Fourth Army began to meet the enemy.
Because of the angle of attack of the orcs, the pressure on these two legions was much less than that of the seventh legion. The first contact of the orcs did not even shake the formations of these two legions.
But soon, Carlos became nervous again, and the orc wings began to surround him.
The tribe's wolf cavalry suffered heavy losses in the Battle of Hillbrad Hills. The training time of the wolf cavalry is unknown to humans, but the training of wargs takes at least three to five years.
At this moment, Orgrim threw the last 3,400 wolf cavalry in his hand into the battlefield. With the same idea as Carlos, the wolf cavalry made a large circle and rushed in from the side and rear, trying to overwhelm Carlos's hidden waist. The reserves of those three legions.
"His Majesty?!"
The sudden arrival of the wolf cavalry from the orcs shocked the general who was standing on the high platform with Carlos into a cold sweat. What were the scouts doing? They should be sent to a military court!
"No need to pay attention, the three legions will not collapse for a while."
"But...if we don't go to rescue, I'm afraid those three legions won't be able to be mobilized, then..."
"It's a good deal. I don't believe the orcs still have mobility in their hands."
Carlos estimated the time in his mind and dealt with it casually.
In less than twenty minutes, the Seventh Legion's front line had been thinned by half, but they stood in front and turned the orcs' offensive into an inverted V shape.
"Blow the trumpet and advance!"
After Carlos gave the order, the horns on the Alliance side also sounded. Different from the animal horn trombones of the tribe, the metal horns on the Alliance side had a sharper tone and were highly recognizable. Amidst the sound of the horns, the second line of horns sounded. Union forces began to advance.
As the alliance launched a counterattack, the battle line began to lengthen. Carlos spread out on the high platform and could no longer clearly see the battle situation in the distance.
The status of the battlefield is mostly reflected by horn sounds and flags.
Therefore, Carlos sat down cross-legged under the surprised eyes of others.
"the weather is nice today."
The others simply couldn't keep up with Carlos's thinking, so they couldn't just say something nice and sunny, so they fell silent.
"Your Majesty, you..."
"In this battle, everyone is a pawn, and there is no need for a chess player."
"..."
Still can't answer the call.
Carlos sat there for three to five minutes, and the sound in his ears was a sudden change from the tribal horn.
After fighting for a long time, the alliance veterans are already familiar with the orcs' orders.
"Order the Ninth Legion to press forward."
He didn't even bother to look at it. The sound of the orcs' trumpets meant that the right wing was advancing. Carlos had a battlefield map in his mind. He needed to use his eyes to see which regiment was in which position.
About half an hour later, the sound of fighting in the distance became quieter. Both the Alliance and the Horde entered a state of intense fighting, and there were no longer roars from spectators watching the scenery.
The "oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"s was motivating in a charge, but the "ah~~~" in real battles were shouts from the chest, which were loud but could not be carried far.
After sitting in armor for so long, Carlos' thighs were a little numb, so he put his hands on the ground and stood up.
Orcs are still awesome!
It has only been a while now, but the alliance's front line has already become a bit thinner visibly to the naked eye, and the damage may have exceeded 30%.
But Carlos couldn't move yet. In the distance, although he couldn't see clearly, the dark and foggy thing was probably the reserve team of the orcs.
If the orcs don't press forward with all their strength, Carlos won't make any move at all.
After about another hour of long waiting, two legions had already raised yellow flags, which was a signal flag indicating that more than half of the casualties had been lost.
"The Seventh Legion can no longer hold on. Although they have not set up a flag, it can be seen that they have already suffered more than half of their casualties."
An Alterac general looked at Carlos worriedly and said.
"Um."
Carlos just grunted in response.
The individual combat effectiveness of orcs is indeed generally stronger than that of humans. Even if it is no longer the difference between three humans fighting one orc and being counter-killed in the early days of the war, there is still no problem for one orc fighting two humans. The rhythm of the battle gradually changed towards the collapse of the alliance, and Carlos sighed.
How can such orcs and tribes coexist peacefully with the Kingdom of Lordaeron? Those guys should really go to the front line and take a look.
"Order, all reserve teams are put into the battlefield as planned."
Carlos took out his pocket watch and looked at the time. It was a full hour and a half earlier than the planned time for the reserve team to enter.
The 20,000 ambush troops were more than three kilometers away from the battlefield. Even if they saw the smoke, it would take 20 minutes to half an hour to rush to the battlefield.
"Everyone, please return to the team. Now, we are all soldiers, and the alliance no longer needs people who give orders."
Carlos' words made the others stunned for a moment. What did they mean?
When Carlos jumped off the high platform with a graceful hurdle and prepared to lead the horse into battle, others realized that King Ka was preparing to go to the battlefield himself!
"His Majesty!"
Even the urgent calls could not shake Carlos' novelty.
The Knights of the Silver Hand were placed in the rear camp. Although they were suppressed by many high-ranking paladins including Uther and Saidan Dathrohan, the members were still very dissatisfied. The battle on the front line was in full swing, and Saint The knights were actually arranged to watch the show in the back!
But with the arrival of Carlos, all dissatisfaction turned into a strong fighting spirit.
Because when Carlos came over, he pulled a bright red blood flag.
Fight to the death!
"Heroes, the Alliance needs you."
The Knights of the Silver Hand, who were more than 2,000 years old, showed themselves in front of the orcs for the first time with a full lineup.
In the distance, Orgrim watched with satisfaction the performance of the orc warriors on the battlefield. When the red black smoke rose from the alliance position, the tribe's chief knew that the balance of victory was infinitely tilted towards the orcs.
"I will give you ten thousand warriors to block the human reinforcements. We will not allow a single human reinforcement to rush to the battlefield until dark."
Orgrim solemnly told his high-ranking warlord that the Blackstone Clan had suffered countless casualties along the way. This was the last confidant around Orgrim who could be entrusted with his life.
"Victory or death!"
The high-ranking warlord turned around and left without saying anything.
While Turalyon waited anxiously, he finally waited until Carlos lit the smoke and immediately blew the horn.
"Alleria, I'll leave the command and control to you. I'll go first."
Turalyon solemnly handed the command flag symbolizing command authority to Alleria Windrunner. He had no doubt that the ranger lord had sufficient command capabilities.
"Are you so anxious to die? You are more anxious than me."
For the first time, Alleria revealed her true feelings to Turalyon.
"It's too bloated, with 20,000 people spread out so widely for concealment, there's no way to provide effective support. And it's so far ahead of the agreed time, I guess we can't hold on anymore."
Turalyon picked up Alleria's hand, grasped it and shook it.
"give it to you."
After speaking, Turalyon rode away.
This time, the good boy Turalyon also learned bad things.
Turalyon distributed a large amount of gray linen to his men, and at least two thousand people secretly left the preset location, taking advantage of the darkness and using camouflage nets to lurk closer to the battlefield.
With the arrival of Turalyon, this strange force joined the battlefield at a speed far exceeding the Horde's expectations.
Life is always full of surprises and surprises, and they are equally fair to humans and orcs.
