Carlos' plan is actually not complicated.
To put it bluntly, it's like building a plank road openly and secretly attacking Chencang, although there is no Chencang in Azeroth.
The terrain of the dark swamp determines the conventional route. You can only move along the edge of the mountains. It makes little sense to rely on a small force to cross the swamp for special infiltration.
So Stonard became a sore spot for the league. The road was already difficult to navigate, and with such a heavily armed fortress stuck there, the Alliance could not penetrate deeply.
Without the ability to penetrate deeply, materials cannot be transported forward, personnel cannot be deployed, and the alliance's numerical advantage cannot play its due role.
So this is the reason why Turalyon and Orgrim have been in a stalemate for more than a year.
Carlos doesn't just want to destroy the orcs occupying the Dark Swamp, he wants control of the Dark Portal.
This determines that breaking Stonard has only tactical significance for Carlos and has no strategic value.
Attack Stonard by force, gather all the orcs' active forces on Stonard's front line, and then rely on siege equipment to open a direct path to the Dark Portal in the dark swamp, bypassing Stonard's main orc force and take control first Dark Portal, go back and annihilate all the orcs.
This was Carlos's wishful thinking.
So, having dozens of RTX-440 and RX-75 is enough.
But which time traveler can endure the dual charm of multi-rotored steam and giant robots.
No, what man can resist the romance of a pure man and the glory of humanity?
No, men who don’t want to fly a Gundam are mentally castrated losers!
Carlos firmly believed in this, and the king of Alterac firmly believed that as long as General Turalyon experienced the pleasure of driving a steel tank, he would help him offset the military deficit of 1.76 million gold coins.
"This lever is for forward, this lever is for reverse, the pedal on the left is for right steering, and the pedal on the right is for left steering. Yes, release the handbrake, step on the clutch, push your butt hard, your seat is the hydraulic throttle device, push the forward lever, go You~~~~"
"It doesn't matter, just turn off the engine. It's normal. Which veteran driver dares to boast that he has never turned off the engine in his life. Turalyon, come on, take a deep breath, adjust your sitting posture, let's do it again. Step on the clutch, push your butt hard, and push the forward lever. Let’s go~~~~”
With the final debugging of the steel tank RMV-1 completed, five thousand light infantry equipped with straw sandals and twelve RX-75s set off to guard the behemoth RMV-1.
The orcs knew that the Alliance was coming again without even looking due to the alarm of a large number of swamp birds and the ripples of the muddy water.
On one side of the mountain, more than two hundred high-ranking knights of the Knights of the Silver Hand were walking on foot. The orcs' small-scale ambush would be handled by the Holy Light Tin Cans. On the other side of the swamp, the light infantry who were only equipped with breastplates and helmets were surprised to find that three weird straw sandals with large soles actually had the ability to walk in the mud of the swamp. These light infantry, whose main weapons are muskets and crossbows, are responsible for guarding the weak points of the steel tank cluster.
This was the first time in the war that the Alliance army gave up its melee combat capabilities and relied entirely on long-range firepower to deal with the enemy.
The first to arrive were twelve RX-75s driven by dwarfs and dwarfs. These guys who produce things with the guiding ideology of big bangism are simply not worthy of the name tank.
A steel plate less than two centimeters thick can be easily chopped by the fierce men in the alliance, not to mention the arms and legs of the orcs. However, at the expense of defense, these RX-75s, which were small and resistant to artillery, turned the Orc observation post outside Stonard into a stinking mud pond with a single salvo.
"Change the firing position. The foundation is unstable. If you fire another shot, you will sink in."
The dwarf commander stretched out his head to look at the condition of the track, made a decisive judgment and issued an order.
The Orcs did not miss this opportunity and took advantage of the transition of RX-75 to launch a counterattack.
Instead of using the large straw sandals like those of the Alliance, the orcs used tough bark.
Although the mages of Azeroth have not yet summarized the physical formula of surface area and pressure, the orcs of Draenor have learned a set of practical methods without any teacher.
However, the previous round of shelling by RX-75 was not without effect. The kinetic energy of the shells softened the originally weak silt pile, and the fastest orcs fell into the muddy slurry and disappeared.
With no other choice, the orcs could only take a roundabout way and rely on their previous visual memory to visually inspect the man-made isolation zone created by the alliance's iron guys.
Sure enough, the orcs dug cat-ear holes on the side of the mountain. When Stonard's attacking troops attracted the firepower of the crossbowmen, the lurking orc warriors came out one after another and rushed towards the paladins risking their lives. .
They could clearly see the movement just now from the observation port. If those human deformed tanks were allowed to occupy the hardened ground, Stonard would be in danger.
Moreover, that one, which looks very big and dangerous, must be destroyed.
The number of orcs ambushing was greater than expected. Two hundred high-level knights of the Knights of the Silver Hand could not defend the entire impact area even if they formed a formation to defend against the enemy. At least forty orcs broke through the defense line formed by the paladins. , approaching RMV-1.
Whoosh, whoosh, Alleria completed three consecutive shots in an extremely awkward posture at the observation port of the fort, killing three orcs, and followed Keou!
However, instead of receiving applause from her teammates, her outstanding performance was criticized.
"Gunner Alleria, throw away your bow and arrow and poke me!"
Khadgar shouted dissatisfied.
"Comrade Chief Engineer Khadgar, take care of your boiler. Is it my fault that the fireball cannon is not preheated?"
Alleria snorted and sat back down.
"Load the hand bricks to increase the magic conversion power!"
"My name is……"
"Comrade Sora, stay still in the car and eat snacks!"
"I'm nervous. Chew Chew."
"Okay, please adjust your mood as soon as possible."
As Khadgar started to play, Turalyon kept yelling about the handbrake and clutch. Mograine couldn't help but ask Carlos: "Is there really no problem?"
"Deputy Commander, technology is the number one combat force. You must have confidence in the Holy Light."
"But aren't those orcs carrying our stolen explosives?"
"Don't be nervous, trust in the defensive power of the light cast iron armor."
As they talked, the orcs who broke through the defense line climbed onto RMV-1 despite the damage from a few bows and arrows.
Carlos calculated that the time was almost up, and with Allahu Akbar's dubbing in his mind, he and Mograine activated the RMV-1's holy light rigid shield.
After a rumble of explosions, the RMV-1 was unscathed except for the top of the fort being blackened by smoke.
"Pilot Turalyon, forward!"
Carlos felt that it was almost done and issued the order, followed immediately by a "I'm~!"
"That lever next to you, can't you fucking hear the beep for please pay attention when reversing?"
"Don't make trouble! You are more nagging than my father!"
The murderous Turalyon was so nervous that he pulled the wrong lever.
"I'm really your father. I'll beat you to death! Move forward quickly!"
Carlos cursed loudly.
