The tragic battles proved that whether they were suture monsters, ghouls or skeleton soldiers, they all had extremely high resistance to bullets.
In other words, the effect of using thermal weapons to fight the Scourge is surprisingly poor.
However, I can't stand the fierce firepower!
Quantitative changes lead to qualitative changes.
Alsace attacked fiercely for two days and two nights. It was a fierce attack without any retreat, and it was forced to push 800 meters.
Aha!
Eight hundred meters!
That's awesome! ! !
Yes, the marbles hit the stitch monster, but PIUPIU's corpse oil is more effective when hitting the ghoul, which can cause a stagger; the best thing is to hit the skeleton soldiers, because there are too many and they are layered. Theoretically the most bulletproof skeleton soldier is actually the most vulnerable to bullets.
Look, after two days and two nights of fierce fighting, Anhador's militiamen forcibly taught the Scourge what a skirmisher line was, and taught the necromancers and death knights who controlled the skeleton soldiers what a skirmisher line was. a flower!
Using weapons from World War I, Anhador's militiamen displayed the momentum of World War II.
But there are eggs to use.
Whether it is production capacity, organization ability or transportation capacity, the Kingdom of Alterac cannot compare with the real industrialized countries. The ammunition inventory is exhausted, and the protagonists of the battlefield are still cold weapons and magic.
A brief battlefield comedy cannot change the situation of human beings fighting against the odds.
It is even said that Anhador will face the embarrassing dilemma of being suppressed by firepower the moment the bulky long-range fire delivery equipment of the Scourge arrives.
"Marshal, why don't you let us go to war?"
Garithos asked in confusion.
The 9,000-strong army under his command can be said to be the second largest remaining military force in the Kingdom of Lordaeron. As an army that has faced the undead natural disasters, it is not afraid of direct combat with the natural disasters.
But Garithos's several requests for a fight were rejected by Carlos.
The real reason cannot be said.
Pre-war propaganda said that we have no way out, this is our homeland, and behind us is the motherland.
Everyone was ready to fight Anhador to the death and had the consciousness to fight to the death.
At this time, Carlos could quietly tell Garithos that it was actually okay to give up Anhador.
Can?
No way!
I can't say it, but Carlos really doesn't want to use his inferior troops and combat power to fight his brother-in-law in a hellish place like Anhador.
It’s the same old saying.
Although the Kingdom of Lordaeron has been fragmented, the Alliance of Lordaeron still has the strength to confront the Scourge in a short period of time.
Delaying time until the main combat power is gathered, and then making a final decision, is Carlos's real plan.
But these words cannot be said to the people below.
Otherwise, if the spirit of facing death and fighting to the last resort dissipates, then the situation will really collapse.
"It's not time yet. Garithos, let me ask you, how many enemies are there?"
Carlos shook his head deeply, put down his telescope, and asked back while leaning on the trench mound.
"Four hundred thousand."
Garithos's answer was quite satisfactory. This was the information revealed by the propaganda mouth.
"Four hundred thousand, even four hundred thousand dogs, can exhaust nine thousand of you to death. As Anhador's current trump card, you must withstand the greatest pressure in the most difficult circumstances, instead of being reckless, stupid, and being killed. Dominated by the passion of the battlefield, do you understand?"
Carlos's preaching became more and more severe, but Garithos listened happily.
"Understood, Marshal, the Legion is always at your call."
"Go and rest."
"As commanded."
After tricking Garithos away, Mograine looked at Carlos with a strange expression.
"What are you looking at?"
"I remember you were not like this before."
"Then you come?"
"never mind."
To be honest, neither Carlos nor Garithos could understand the movements of the Scourge Legion.
Why so slow?
Yes, sluggish.
After Dalaran was hammered, Anhador's caster power was far inferior to the Scourge of the Undead.
In order to resist the possible harm caused by spells such as the Death Cloud Spell, Carlos spent a lot of manpower digging many anti-virus holes.
However, except for Alsace, who showed up from a distance on the first day of the battle while riding his beloved Invincible, he disappeared for the next two days.
The high-level units of the Scourge, such as Gargoyles, Necromancers, and Death Knights, are all missing. It seems that the undead army wants to use low-level units such as Skeleton Soldiers and Ghouls to kill humans.
This makes no sense.
The fight had been going on for two days, and Arthas wasn't really a fool. Didn't he understand that Anhador couldn't be piled up so easily before the human inventory of weapons was exhausted?
So there must be a deeper reason behind this unreasonableness.
Carlos thought carefully, but he suffered from too little information and could not derive any logical and self-consistent conclusions.
"Lord Ashbringer, what do you think?"
Carlos asked.
"First of all, Ashbringer is the name of this sword. Although I also like it, it sounds better than Lightbringer."
"..."
"..."
"Hahahahahaha!"
"You feel stupid too, right, hahaha!"
It can only be said that Uther, who is very popular among the people, is actually very unpopular among the Paladins. He always gives his colleagues the feeling of putting on airs, which is unpleasant.
After the two made Uther angry, Mograine continued.
"Then what I'm going to say is, something's not quite right."
Mograine took off his helmet, buttoned it, then put it back on, using this time to collect his thoughts.
"Too weak. Compared with the battle to the west, these skeletons are too weak, which is very abnormal. The battle reports always say nice things, but Carlos, our victory is not that easy. The enemy is sleepless and tireless. , and we are flesh and blood, we bleed and weep.”
Carlos nodded and motioned for Mograine to continue.
"It can only be said that in that battle, the number of enemies was just right. The thirty-mile-long battlefield left enough space for the cavalry to penetrate, and the militia's desperate resistance limited the movements of the undead. Don't look at it, we seemed like thirty thousand against ten Wan, in fact, on local battlefields, we have always been fighting with more and less. We are all veterans. I won’t lie to you. In terms of military strength, more is more, less is less. To attack more with less is to bully others. But even so , the situation is not optimistic, so I am the only one here this time."
"I know."
Carlos nodded, Mograine had explained the reason before.
Natural disasters and epidemics.
The soldiers injured by the plague ghouls and the people infected by hatred became a huge burden after the battle.
Patients with minor injuries can also be cured through their own resistance and medicine. For those with moderate injuries or above, high-intensity holy light can only be used to suppress the injuries.
Uther really did a good thing, a hundred elite paladins. Without them, I don’t know how many alliance warriors would have died due to the epidemic.
But here's the problem. Compared to Lordaeron's million-level population, there are only two thousand Paladins plus reserves.
As a high-end combat power, the number of paladins is too rare, and among the priests, only bishop-level priests have the intensity of the holy light that can suppress the erosion of the plague.
Therefore, behind the victory of Hillsbrad, there are very profound and acute problems.
In order to treat the sick and injured, most of the Silver Hand's paladins stayed in Hillsbrad. Only the outstanding Mograine made an emergency transfer and relayed the specific information of the battle to Carlos.
"This is not the style of the Scourge at all. They must be hiding something by besieging Anhador."
Mograine made his own insightful interpretation of the seemingly lively battle.
"Where have all their spellcasters gone? What is Arthas hiding?"
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