Chapter 58: The Great Battle at Black Rock Mountain (Part 1)
On the upper floors of Blackrock Tower, Orgrim Doomhammer has fallen into despair. There is no food here, and the Alliance army outside is shouting orders for them to surrender every day.
Such days are painful torture for the last tribesmen. Some orcs have begun to accept their fate and wait here for death.
Standing on the high platform in the tower, looking at the men, women, old and children below who were like zombies, swarming with ants, Orgrim was filled with sadness. All the orcs were soldiers. This should have been the proudest tradition of the orcs, but now it has become a routine.
The curse upon them:
After the tribe is defeated, no one in the orc race will be an innocent civilian, and everyone may be judged and sanctioned by the Alliance.
Orgrim didn't understand how things could become like this.
He killed his own chief for the sake of the tribe, and he did not hesitate to bear the infamy of a usurper. Orgrim dared to say that he had a clear conscience. He killed the Black Hand in Mak'gora entirely out of public conscience.
Even after taking over as warchief, Orgrim appointed Blackhand's sons Red and Maim to take charge of the Blacktooth Grinning Clan, and showed extra trust in them, even though he knew that these two men were alienated from him.
He asked himself that he had done well enough, but the situation kept developing in a bad direction, and now there were only less than 5,000 people left around him. Orgrim couldn't help but wonder, had he really done something wrong?
But he soon gave up these weak thoughts.
"Orcs shouldn't be waiting to die here like trash!"
Orgrim roared at himself in his heart. He had come to this point. The humans would never let the orcs go no matter what. They could only fight to the death. Even if the orcs died, they should die on the battlefield, not in this deep place.
The dark tower rotted and stank.
"Great Chief, the humans outside are mobilizing their troops again."
A soldier came over and reported in a low spirit, which made Orgrim feel a little dazed. How he longed to have his closest companion here to share his worries, instead of this listless soldier.
Unfortunately, during the previous divisions, Orgrim left his most trusted lieutenants in the north, Saurfang stayed in Hillsbrad Foothills, Eitrigg stayed in the Hinterlands, and Khaz
Kilrogg of Modan is his last resort.
With heavy steps, Orgrim arrived at the outer wall of Blackstone Tower. Then at the lookout, he saw the heavily besieged Alliance, which was frequently mobilizing its troops.
"The alliance should be planning an attack..."
Orgrim was thinking this when he suddenly saw several trebuchets behind the alliance line. The shape of the trebuchets looked particularly dazzling at the moment.
"Listen to the orcs inside, the Bleeding Ring clan you left behind has been defeated by us! If you don't surrender, when we break the tower, you won't be treated like prisoners of war!"
This was to use the trebuchet captured from the Bleeding Ring clan to attack the orcs! Orgrim understood the alliance's intention in an instant. He clutched the Doomhammer that had been passed down in his family for generations, so hard that it reached the joints of his fingers.
It's a little white here and there.
Standing on the tower, he could clearly see most of the alliance's front lines. From the deployment of troops, he could see that the opponent was not satisfied with simply besieging them. In addition to using trebuchets, they also planned to storm the main entrance.
If a strong attack begins, with the orcs' current morale, Orgrim really doesn't know how many days he can hold on.
Suddenly he noticed that there was a place on the alliance's position where the troops looked very weak. It was a hilly area in the distance, and due to the terrain, the connection there was not very good.
Although roadblocks and horses and other equipment were also arranged, if you weren't standing at a high place, you wouldn't have noticed that there was an obvious gap there.
"It must be because of frequent mobilizations that the troops there are empty!"
In fact, Orgrim was not the only one to notice it, some other orcs also noticed the gap.
Seeing the hope of breaking out, Orgrim's heart beat a little faster. He ordered someone to bring a map. The gap was in the direction of Redridge Mountain!
For a moment, Orgrim became very excited. He ordered his bodyguards to summon all the orcs below.
The orcs, who were tired because they had lost hope, stood up with some doubts. In the face of death, their great chief did not seem so tall.
"I know that we have been hit hard by successive defeats. But we are orcs, a fighting race, and we have nothing to fear."
Orgrim spoke loudly, but few people responded to his call.
"The purpose of entering Blackstone Tower is not to wait for death. The purpose is to crush the enemies outside after resting!"
This sentence finally resonated with some warriors. Orcs are a race with a strong desire to fight, especially after drinking the blood of demons, which makes the orcs become violent. Being trapped in the Blackstone Tower and waiting to die has long made a group of people still have the desire to fight.
The orcs are dissatisfied. Even if Orgrim ignores them, after a while, some people will fall into madness and swing their butcher knives at their fellow humans.
"Don't forget why we came to this world! We want to build a new home! Get new land!"
When the orcs heard these words, in addition to shouting in response to Orgrim, some also shed tears. Their original purpose of traveling across the world was to obtain the land of life, but how did it turn into a thrilling journey to death?
"Now I can tell you clearly that our forbearance here has been rewarded. The enemy finally made a fatal negligence! As long as we take the initiative and crush the enemy's siege, we can return to Redridge Mountain! We will be free there
home!"
The morale of the orcs was finally rekindled. Thinking of the dry and cool climate in the Redridge Mountains, as well as the fertile land and abundant water sources, the orcs' desire to kill was once again aroused.
Looking at the cheering soldiers, Orgrim took a deep breath and raised the Doomhammer high.
"The whole army goes out to get our land!"
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In the Alliance military camp, everything has been arranged, but some people are still wondering, what if the orcs are not fooled?
The person sitting in the commander's position is Turayan, and Lothar has already led the team to station on the only road leading to Redridge Mountain.
Turalyon, who was appointed as the temporary commander-in-chief, could not help but beat the drum in his heart. He was under tremendous pressure after formulating a decisive battle plan. However, if he wanted to achieve something, he had to endure what ordinary people would not tolerate and do what ordinary people could not.
The boring waiting had caused beads of sweat to break out on Turalyon's forehead, and at this moment, a scout from the Iron Horse Brotherhood ran in quickly.
"There's something strange happening in Blackstone Tower, and the orcs are probably going to take action!"
The main force of the Iron Horse Brotherhood was taken away by Lothar, leaving only a few scouts to assist Turalyon.
"Great! Continue to closely observe the movements of the orcs!"
But just as Turalyon issued new orders, a second scout also broke in.
"The gate to Blackrock Tower is open! The orcs are out!"
Almost ejected, Turalyon stood up from his seat.
"The decisive battle has officially begun! Follow my instructions to attack the orcs step by step!"
After saying that, Turalyon seemed to be flying, his feet lifted off the ground and he rushed out of the tent first. Other generals also left the headquarters and took their respective positions.
The orcs whose morale was at its peak were terrifying. They roared and brandished heavy weapons, like a giant humanoid beast charging brutishly. In an instant, the clanging sound of weapons clashing with blood and fire filled the battlefield.
Turalyon, who had always taken the lead, was standing on a hillside, carefully observing the enemy's movements.
"Yes, the orcs are indeed breaking out in the preset direction. Order the soldiers to gradually withdraw from the battle in the direction of the flanks and not to get entangled too much."
The original mission of the soldiers outside the main entrance of Blackrock Tower was to lure the enemy deeper, and overly resisting the orcs with high fighting will had no meaning other than increasing casualties.
The orcs quickly repelled the Alliance soldiers guarding the main entrance. Orgrim believed that it was because of his decision to take the initiative that he caught the Alliance by surprise.
Orgrim did not waste any time and immediately led his army on a rapid march towards the gap he had discovered earlier. The main entrance was blocked by less than a thousand people, and there were more enemy troops stationed elsewhere. Orgrim could not
Give the alliance army time to react.
During the march, the orcs encountered another enemy force. This time the number was larger, a full two thousand people. However, they were vulnerable to the tribe and quickly retreated in the other direction.
Orgrim believed that the Alliance was delaying itself so that it could gather more troops.
His guess was "correct". Half an hour later, he saw a large number of alliance troops appearing on both sides, less than two kilometers away from him, and the number reached more than 10,000!
"The enemies from other directions have rushed over to support, right? It's a pity that you were a step too late!"
Orgrim thought excitedly that if the Alliance wanted to stop him, it would have to support the weakest position in the front. Unfortunately, the Alliance army was now behind him. Although the two-kilometer road was short, the Alliance could no longer catch up with him.
Finally, he arrived at the hilly area he saw on the tower. There were only a few defenders here, and the enemy troops on both sides of the hill also reacted and came to support here.
There were less than 500 people in front of him, and there were only 3,000 enemy troops on both sides nearby. However, Orgrim did not choose to attack the hill with the weakest troops head-on, but instead faced the nearly 1,000 people who came to support from the side of the hill.
enemy.
Some people around Orgrim didn't understand why they didn't just attack the hill. Wouldn't it be easier to deal with only 500 people on it?
This question made Orgrim sigh. If Saurfang or Eitrigg were here, they would never ask such a stupid question:
Although the number of enemy troops on the hills is the smallest, it takes a long time to cross the hilly terrain. If there is a slight delay to allow the reinforcements from both sides to arrive, the number of troops that need to be dealt with will be 3,000. If the delay continues and the pursuers behind them catch up, this will
This is their burial place.
Rather than that, it would be better to turn around and attack the reinforcements on one side.
That would mean dealing with more than a thousand people in an open area. The enemy troops on the hills would come down to support, but five hundred people wouldn't hurt. More importantly, if the enemy troops on the other side wanted to support them, they would have to go further across the hills.
road.
At the same time, Turalyon, who was listening to the battle report in the rear, sighed, Orgrim commanding thousands of people and Orgrim commanding tens of thousands of people were really two different people.
In the four hours since Orgrim's breakout to the present, Turalyon's flexible use of tactics was unprecedented in his life. If it weren't for the subsequent arrangements, he might have succeeded in breaking through.
Half an hour later, Turalyon received another battle report: Orgrim broke through the predetermined location and got into the pocket formation.