Lay a trough!

After so many years of war, it was the first time that the Union officers met with such a strange order.

They all made confusion and even angry voices, asking the command center to confirm. Who knew that this time the message soldier girl appeared on the magic communication network was no longer the familiar communication soldier girl, but the boss Varian.

"This is a unanimous decision made by the throne meeting. If you don't obey, you must obey. Alliance soldiers, your duty is to obey orders. You can object, then meet in the military court." Varian, who has a bit of a temper, is most suitable for being such a black-faced god.

The generals below suddenly stopped talking.

Such nonsense commands are difficult to master. It is not good for a bad guy to go. If you are not careful, you will be nervous. If you hit a 50% hit rate, you will be finished.

As a result, the middle-level officers of the alliance discussed for a long time, first expanded the scope of reconnaissance, and then prepared elite gunners and a large number of specially prepared shells.

As expected, the tribe actually launched a smuggling smuggling at night...

On that night, the night was not seductive at all, with dark clouds and no light in the world. You can tell at a glance what the Goddess of the Moon is doing.

Nearly six hundred flying warships formed a formation similar to a long snake formation, taking off from Orgrimmar and heading straight to the southeast. In order not to be discovered by the Alliance and to guide the flying warships behind, Magasa made a fool of himself an idea - to cover the stern of the first guide ship with a trumpet-shaped cover and light three red lights, so that they would not be able to see it from the Alliance direction.

The sea is so big and the sky is so vast, who would have discovered the fleet of flying fleets that sailed late at night?

When the alliance discovered that Orgrimmar had lost its flying warship the next day, the fleet had already gone away.

Well, the tribe is thinking very well, but unfortunately in the eyes of the Alliance, it is as stupid as an ostrich that has plunged his head into the sand. He thought that his eyes were dark and he could not see the enemy, and the enemy would not see him. But he didn't know that the enemy had seen everything long ago and would give him whatever he wanted.

The alliance is speechless.

Regardless of the expedition led by Brain Canhou this time, there were nearly 500 warlocks in the expedition, and each demon enslaved by the warlock was the eyeliner of Ereda Gemini.

The Alliance's new composite radar alone can easily discover the existence of the Horde Flying Fleet.

As early as the burning expedition, the Alliance had developed primary underwater sonar and radar systems. After so many years of improvement, it has long been the limit that cash technology can achieve.

It is said to be a composite type because it also has electronic signal radars on the technology side and element detection radars on the magic side. Any targets that cannot reflect radar wavelengths and have high elemental polymerization reactions will be amplified on the high-power display screen.

The alliance's current perfect night early warning ship has formed an encirclement over 100 kilometers away without blind spots, monitoring Orgrimmar.

What's funny is that the tribe is still performing clumsyly. They used a move to attack the east and west. They sent hundreds of two-legged dragon knights to attack the alliance frontline that suppressed Mogaole and the Barren Land...

Duke really wanted to sing a song: "I turned a blind eye to what should be done with you!"

Naxxarmas had already flew to the sea 100 kilometers east of Orgrimmar. At this time, the entire command center heard the voice of the surveillance girl:

"Confirmed Horde Fleet-81 armored air warships, 338 wooden air warships, and 296 hot air balloon airships."

After the girl finished speaking, the officers were clamoring for laughter from the entire command center.

"Hahaha! Be serious! You bastards! Be serious - hahahaha!" He meowed, the one who laughed the loudest was Brian* Bronzebeard, you should be fine!

"Damn it! Scarre and I can destroy half of it. Is the tribe so poor that it is about to rob the Alliance Museum?" Kudland Wildhammer complained fiercely.

"Come on, you don't have the chance to play. General Taylor is the first group." Jaina, the front-line coach of the league, chuckled.

In front, General Taylor looked like a dog-slamming expression and ordered helplessly: "The First Reconnaissance Team stepped forward and pretended to find the enemy within the range of sight."

Soon, a fleet of a fleet of flying cruisers and two flying destroyers sailed slowly from twenty kilometers away at an angle of 60 degrees.

If it is normal, it is time to fire almost ten kilometers away.

The tribe's group of guys who rely on their eyes to seek enemies did not discover the Alliance's "patrol" until both sides were five kilometers away! This was because the Alliance's flying warships flashed red warning lights on the bow, hull and stern in order to avoid collisions with each other at night.

On the radar screen, you can clearly see that the tribe seemed to be frightened. Within a five-kilometer range, it began to turn to the south route significantly, trying to avoid it and get away from it.

"Report to Commander, can we send warning flares?" The captain of the reconnaissance team sent a question in distress.

"No... Now our vision is about three thousand meters, and your course remains unchanged. You will not allow you to act according to the plan until three thousand meters." Admiral Taylor also replied bitterly.

The tribe's fleet is too large and has not received training in night navigation. In the eyes of the alliance's bigwigs, the tribe's fleet is simply a group of frightened sparrows. Although it has a general turn, it is very messy.

Then……

God's fucking! Two tribal flying ships collided together, and a huge and bright fireball sprung out in the night sky.

In Karazan, Duke, who was watching this scene, slapped his forehead and held his forehead deeply.

"Damn it, what's the difference between playing chess and letting all the cars, horses and cannons, and the other party can't win..."

Now, the Alliance patrol can't pretend to be blind anymore, right?

Admiral Taylor's eyes twitched, and at least ordered: "Send a signal flare in 60 seconds."

A minute later, the captain of the patrol fleet pinched the stopwatch and released a red signal flare representing the enemy's attack.

When three scarlet signal flares rose from the cruiser, the radar could see that the tribal fleet became even more chaotic.

Without radar, the report sent back by the fleet in front said that the tribal ships alone collided with each other and could not see less than five sects.

Three patrol Allied ships opened fire.

They didn't aim on purpose, but the tribe's airships were so dense. The destroyer on the left opened fire first with three two-door 120mm main guns, and with just one random bomb, all six guns hit.

Six brighter fireballs rose in the night sky.

Admiral Taylor, who was watching the battle on the flagship [Pesmai], cursed on the spot: "You are a pig! The green skins that rely on the naked eye to observe the gun battle cannons do not even know what ballistics is! You won't hit the gun downwards into the sea!? The gunners on z23 will sweep the toilet for me for a month!"
Chapter completed!