"Stop, command! Only Shimada's tires can climb the wall."
"Reply, some gay guy opened my pants chain."
"go in."
As the orc sabotage squad continued to commit crimes and successfully destroyed three alliance strategic material bases, the infantry on the front line finally began to implement the door-whistle order system.
And the password has also evolved from the previous "Spring, sowing", "Sir Lothar, King Lane" to god knows what.
Because the password the day before yesterday, "Ware Wareva, Gangdamu Desi", was too difficult to pronounce, so that at least three-digit soldiers could not return to the barracks, so General Turayan took the password from Marshal Carlos decisively. Naming rights.
As a result, using "Ms. Alleria, General Turalyon" as the password yesterday, the orcs destroyed a frontline construction site at night, and Marshal Carlos took the opportunity to regain his power.
It's a good time to have fun at the top, but it doesn't matter to the people below. Anyway, this group of officials are still reliable when doing business. As for these insignificant places, feel free to do so.
"The orcs are at the end of their rope. In the past, the tribe used the sword masters as vanguard soldiers, but now they use them intensively. What does this prove? Does it prove that the sword masters are terrible? No, no, no, superficial thinking. This proves that the orcs no longer have enough The troops are fully confronting our side."
The dispatch of nearly 100,000 troops cannot be accomplished by Carlos with a wave of his hand. It requires more than 20 generals, hundreds of lieutenant colonels, and nearly 1,000 staff officers to work together to formulate and perfect combat plans.
Therefore, a united and victorious conference is necessary and necessary.
It was precisely because almost all the military chiefs gathered together that the orcs' sabotage team was given room to do whatever they wanted.
But who is Carlos Barov? He is a master in the world of blame-shifting. To this extent, the blame cannot be thrown away easily.
"What does this mean? It shows that the spiritual totems of the orcs, those terrible sword masters, have put down their dignity and degenerated from a warrior into a sneaky scum."
Carlos slapped the table hard, and the loud sound made everyone present jump. All attention was focused on him.
"This is an opportunity, an opportunity to deal a heavy blow to the morale of the orcs. Annihilate or severely injure those sword masters, and the orcs' already low morale will fall into an abyss of destruction. If the plan succeeds, we can end the war before Midsummer."
Turalyon was unmoved and said something neither soft nor hard.
"Is this why you brought all our senior officers together and didn't care?"
"Ahem, watch your attitude, General Turalyon."
Carlos pretended to cough.
"An inexplicable decrease of two percent..."
"We can afford a two percent material loss. Compared to that, we will get the benefits from annihilating the last elite force of the tribe, the Orc Sword Master."
Turalyon didn't look good at all and just snorted.
This surprised everyone present.
Don't Carlos and Turalyon have a close personal relationship? What's going on?
When other people's eyes began to drift towards Alleria Windrunner, Alleria finally couldn't help it anymore.
It is obviously inappropriate for two silly children to get angry and suffer the consequences themselves.
"Then I would like to ask my dear, wise and unparalleled Marshal Carlos, how can we lure the Orc Sword Master into the full set? Do we rely on senior generals like us to gather together? How much do you look down on people? Even if there are no guards, there is no A large army. We are the only ones who can kill the orcs head-on. Even the sword masters are too many. Are the orcs that stupid?"
Alleria's speech scratched the itch of everyone present, and her position at the center of the scandal suddenly changed.
"Ms. Alleria is right."
"Marshal Carlos can fight ten by himself. I'm not that powerful. I can only deal with five orc sword masters, which is holding everyone back. I'm sorry."
"It's okay, it's okay. I can only fight two, which is worse than you."
These guys are so shameless...
Even though Turalyon was angry with Carlos, both of them had their faces twisted with anger at the same time.
You are helping the orc sword master, your stupid son, to fight two of them.
An arrogant soldier will be defeated!
However, it was too good to pour cold water on the situation if morale was high, so Carlos could only change the topic.
"Of course not. You are all the pillars of the Alliance, and the orcs have no guts to harm you. We rely on Ironforge's latest achievements, the Steel Tank series."
As Carlos spoke, he walked around behind Turalyon and held Turalyon's shoulders pretending to be intimate, suppressing Turalyon's possible violence in advance.
Sure enough, the veins on Turalyon's handsome face suddenly popped out, the corners of his mouth were crooked, and he was about to explode with gritted teeth.
But Carlos was such a man. He pressed the big muscle thumbs behind Turayan's shoulders and clavicle with secret force, and they dug into the flesh.
Turayan was so painful that he couldn't speak, and even broke out in cold sweat.
In front of all the top generals of the Alliance's Southern Expeditionary Army, there was a bloodless fight between the first commander and the second commander, with Carlos taking the upper hand.
"Gundank, okay!"
As Turalyon said these words with murderous intent, Carlos let go of his hand and considerately helped Turalyon smooth out the wrinkles on his clothes.
"Steel tanks, great! With these steel tanks, we can complete the plan of building the plank road in the open and darkening the swamp. Moreover, the RMV-1 special machine is suitable for attracting orcs to be fooled."
It's okay if we don't mention RMV-1, but if we mention it, Turalyon will explode again.
But Carlos is still superior.
With a bang, Carlos slapped Turalyon's troubled shoulders with both hands. Not only did Turalyon's chair legs appear cracked, but his entire neck appeared to have grown longer.
"As the initiators of this plan to lure the enemy, General Turalyon and I will personally serve as the pilots of the RMV-1, and Archmage Khadgar will participate in this operation as the chief gunner. We will use an inhumane The frontal assault battle tells the Orks that as long as they have Guntanks, the Orks can only face failure. In this way, the Orc Sword Masters will inevitably come to destroy the Guntanks, and we can wait for our work and eliminate them."
I almost believed what Carlos said, so he added something extraneous.
"I want to tell everyone that every gold coin in the alliance will be spent on the blade, and the Guntank is worth every penny!"
Turalyon couldn't bear it anymore and shouted: "It's so cool..."
Bang!
Carlos repeated his old trick, grabbing Turalyon's shoulders with his hands into claws to prevent him from falling to the ground due to the shattering of the chair.
"Fuck Li Liang's orcs! The Alliance will win!"
"The alliance must win!!!"
Alleria seemed to see something in this fanatical atmosphere, but the eldest sister only smiled and said nothing.
