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Carlos designed seven sets of response plans to deal with possible changes in the battle.
"What should I do if the orcs are too strong to beat?"
"What should I do if the orcs are weak but the bunker cannot be blown up?"
"What should I do if I'm fooled by an orc?"
"The orcs are weak but the Burning Legion is squatting, what should I do?"
"What to do if you can't hold the Dark Door after defeating it"
"What to do if the orcs from Draenor come to support"
"What to do when you can't defend it after defeating it"
It was not a battle of wits and courage against the air. Carlos, who knew that the Burning Legion was the mastermind behind the orc invasion of Azeroth, did not dare to be careless in the slightest. This raid plan was a bit like gambling on the fate of the country, and there was no room for any negligence.
Although judging from the results of the battle, Carlos was indeed fighting against the air.
The tremendous pressure on the front line forced Orgrim Doomhammer to transfer almost all of the Horde's combatable troops to Stonard. But the great chief of the tribe valued the retreat, so he placed nearly five thousand orcs in the Dark Portal.
Considering the current weakness of the tribe, this is already a precious group of troops.
However, under the Alliance's long-planned surprise attack, the garrison was defeated too quickly.
Without any precaution or hesitation, the alliance appeared in the orcs' field of vision, overwhelming in all directions.
This rain paralyzed the orc defenders of the Dark Portal.
Hunger, cold, and exhaustion greatly weakened the combat effectiveness of human soldiers.
Although the Alliance soldiers almost launched the offensive with one breath, the panic destroyed the orcs' sanity.
On this foggy and rainy day, the Alliance appeared like a ghost in the mist. In the pale background, the sound of steel colliding was like the hook of the death god cutting through the orcs' hearts.
The spirit is broken, the morale is collapsed, and no matter how strong the army is, it can only be defeated.
To be fair, if the orcs knew the true number of the Alliance's surprise attack force and the true physical condition of the Alliance soldiers, they would be able to achieve a brilliant victory as long as they held on to the fortifications.
But there are no ifs on the battlefield. Carlos's carefully prepared surprise attack paid off. The exhausted soldiers may not have wielded their swords with 70% of their usual strength, but this fierce and powerful impact destroyed the orcs' psychological defenses.
"How many enemies are there?"
"Countless, clan leader, we are finished!"
Kilrogg grabbed hold of the desperate tribesmen in his eyes and watched the alliance break through the roadblocks and sweep through the camp. Knowing that the situation was over, he couldn't help but sigh.
It's over.
It's really over.
"Blow the horn and order everyone to gather in the high platform square and prepare to retreat."
"You, immediately pass through the Dark Portal and order the tribesmen in the Tanarion Jungle to strengthen their defenses and prepare for possible counterattacks from the Alliance."
"You, take advantage of the chaos to lurk out and inform the chief of what happened here."
Kilrogg made arrangements calmly and calmly, calming the panic of everyone around him.
Unlike the Blackrock Clan where Orgrim lives, the biggest enemy of Kilrogg and his Blood Hollow Clan on the planet Draenor is not the ogres, but the arakkoa.
The Tanarion Jungle is different from the two heavens of ice and fire in Frostfire Ridge, different from the majestic and majestic Gorgrond, and different from the endless horizon of Nagrand. It is a green hell.
Likewise, it is also the home of the Blood Cave Orcs.
Kilrogg didn't believe Ner'zhul's rhetoric that the draenei were about to go to war against the orcs.
But the chief of the Blood Cave Clan did not refuse to drink the demon's blood.
Because a strong and united tribe is good for the orcs, and it is good for the Blood Cave orcs.
Kilrogg foresaw his own death through the secret methods passed down from generation to generation by the Blood Hollow clan.
So Kilrogg has no fear of death.
Death is just an inevitable result that all orcs will face, and it is not worth fearing.
Kilrogg's life is a picture of fighting for the clan. The beginning and the end are destined. The meaning of his existence is for the clan and the tribe he recognizes.
To humans, Kilrogg does not have the same reputation as Orgrim, but the chief of the Blood Cave Clan is worthy of being a hero of the orcs.
Whether it was conquering Stormwind City or besieging Ironforge, Kilrogg led the Bloodhole clan and made indelible contributions to the tribe. It was precisely because Kilrogg trapped the dwarves in Ironforge that they could not move, and Ogre Mu can drive straight north to Lordaeron.
Similarly, it was Kilrogg again who stood up during the most intense period of the war in the Burning Plains and went south to fight against the troll invasion.
Kilrogg is worthy of the Horde.
But Orgrim understood that with the tribe in decline, the orcs could not tolerate two voices and could only marginalize Kilrogg.
But Kilrogg didn't hold a grudge against Orgrim.
If it were him, if Kilrogg was the chief of the tribe, he would do the same thing.
But Carlos's surprise attack was too hard, and the Alliance's offensive was too sudden and too fierce. Kilrogg had no chance to show off his war talents.
The moment the Alliance took advantage of the fog and rain to complete the encirclement of the Dark Portal, the moment the offensive was launched, the orcs had already lost.
"This is not the end I ever foreseen. Death here is not my destiny."
The prophetic vision obtained at the cost of one eye was a shackles that Kilrogg could not shake off throughout his life.
So he chose to retreat.
Sending someone to break out to report the news to Orgrim was his last sense of responsibility.
So after layers of resistance, and before Carlos arrived, Kilrogg led all the gathered tribesmen and returned to Draenor through the Dark Portal.
So far, Carlos has won a complete victory in the Dark Portal suppression operation, and none of the seven plans he conceived have been used.
A glorious victory that can be recorded in history, a bizarre battle full of whimsy and shitty luck.
When the alliance soldiers cleared the orc camp and prepared to take measures according to local conditions, Carlos fell into a brief confusion.
What should I do?
The exhausted soldiers were unable to fight anymore, and forcing the soldiers to pass through the Dark Portal was tantamount to murder.
And it makes no sense to lead a small number of elites to Draenor. It is a completely unfamiliar world, and there is no preparation. Do you want to go on a publicly funded trip?
The most important thing is that in the direction of Stonard, Turalyon is fighting hard with Orgrim.
Less than ten meters ahead was the Dark Gate. Opposite the weird and confusing gate of time and space was Draenor, the hometown of the orcs. Carlos subconsciously stretched out his hand, as if stroking something that didn't exist. Under the guidance of his subordinates, With curious eyes, he clenched his fist.
"Seize the time to rest, exclude scouts from exploring the road, and order the troops to defend to the death. At the same time, explore the materials left by the orcs to see if they have tampered with the Dark Portal. In addition, set up defense lines to guard against the orcs' possible attack from the other side around the clock. Offensive. At the same time, notify Turalyon that we have succeeded."
Finally, responsibility defeated desire, and Carlos decided to turn around and deal with Orgrim and the tribe first.
