Even in Stratholme, there are five-meter-high reinforced concrete walls and at least four bastions at the village level. The defensive power is amazing. The heavy firepower transferred to the village level can basically guarantee that ordinary third-rate orc clans cannot defeat a village.
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As long as one wave is withstood, all that's left is 'an arrow that pierces the clouds, and thousands of troops come to meet each other'.
The large number of mechanized patrol teams in the country ensure that there will be basically no trouble.
Originally, if something happened, an airship could be dispatched to rescue the scene.
Since the domestic defense is so solid, all the Stratholme airships have gone to other countries.
Of course it's not Northrend. When we were fighting against the Lich King, a railway network was built here, and bunkers and the like were all ready. Rivendell was the one who was most active in preparing for war. If something went wrong, Rivendell's soldiers would be much better.
All takeaways in Tianchao are fast.
The main thing that needs to be saved is the southern continent. At the moment when King Wa goes on an expedition, war is raging in the country. Due to the old-fashioned enfeoffment system, the various Storm nobles have different investment in the defense facilities of their own territories, which leads to areas where there is always a problem.
The only good thing is that the second and third line orc clans belonging to the Iron Horde have little anti-air capabilities.
It didn't take much. A flying destroyer hovered over a certain village and stopped at a height of two hundred meters. The orcs had nothing to do with the flying destroyer.
The rest is a massacre.
In order to prepare for the coming war, artillery shells and the like are not needed.
Basically, just ask the soldiers to put a [12.7mm anti-aircraft machine gun] on the deck and it will be done. If you take a step back and use something like the [20mm Oerlikon anti-aircraft gun], the problem can be solved.
Well, today's anti-aircraft guns did their job well again.
Huh? Why do you need to use the word ‘and’?
Then it must be that the anti-aircraft guns are normal for all purposes except not for anti-aircraft.
The defense and resistance in various parts of the alliance are quite rhythmic. The big countries take care of it on their own, while the small countries and small tribes know what they are doing and take the initiative to ask for help.
For example, the tauren and draenei call for airships to come over to control the situation before the fight begins, and immediately call for help when something goes wrong. After several attacks in a row, the losses are so small that they are almost negligible.
The current situation is that, except for the night elves, everything is normal.
"Tylande, what do you want to do?" Looking at the battle report from the night elves, McDonald looked thoughtful.
The reaction of these long ears is very strange.
The new night elf settlement in Northrend's Crystalsong Forest implements a system that is completely in line with the Stratholme Empire.
Don’t ask for help for small things, but for big things call for help from a beggar’s version of ‘Dongfeng Express’ held by a certain time traveler.
In order to unify the command, Tyrande even looked down and asked Maiev to help take a look.
Although Maiev verbally insulted Tyrande, she finally left for Northrend and took away the command of Macdonken's ten airships.
On the continent of Kalimdor, the night elves' responses showed a gradient. The closer they were to MacDonald's territory, the more active the response was. In addition to calling for artillery and air support, Tyrande expanded the battle order of the Sentinels.
This time can be said to be the biggest military change of the night elves. This army recruited from civilians is equipped with a large number of composite bows made in Stratholme, carbon arrows, baby dragon leather armor, and weapons equipped with simple healing tools.
First aid kit etc.
All equipment is standardized.
It does not even exclude the use of human trains for troop mobilization.
You must know that in the past, bows, arrows, and equipment were all handmade by the night elves. The sentinels marched on two legs.
Although night elves are good at jungle combat and can fly through the forest on two legs at extremely fast speeds, as long as they are creatures, there is a limit to their physical strength.
Obviously, Tyrande has given more thought to the continuation of the race.
On the other hand, I don’t know if it’s McDonald’s illusion, but I always feel that Tyrande seems to have mentioned ‘goddess’ less often recently.
But McDonald's had no time to care.
He is extremely busy. After all, almost every place in the Alliance plus Pandaria is looking for him for supplies and soldiers. It is not like the landlords have no surplus food, but the resources are given to whomever is given first. This is an eternal problem.
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As the war became more intense, McDonough had to mobilize the fleets surrounding the Kul Tiras area to put out the fire, and then the flagships of each fleet appeared on the continent of Kalimdor and the Eastern Kingdoms.
Just one month after the outbreak of the all-out war, on February 14th, there was finally movement in the southern region of Tiragarde Strait.
"Supreme Warchief, you call me?" A fat, middle-aged human man bent over, shrank his head, rubbed his hands, and showed a flattering expression to the tall and burly Garrosh. Not only that, he was still talking.
A well-spoken orcish language.
"That mortal." No matter how many times, Garrosh found it difficult to remember human names. Unless necessary, he did not want to remember any human name.
"Yes, I'm here." The middle-aged man lowered his head, with a trace of evil flashing in his eyes. He couldn't help but hate that he had worked for this vulgar orc for so long and he didn't even remember his name.
"I said, I am willing to pay any price for the strength of the Iron Tribe!"
"Yes, Warchief!"
"Now, it's time to pay the price!"
After Garrosh finished speaking, the middle-aged man was shocked to find that he was surrounded by several burly Kor'kron guards.
"Wait! Chief, I don't understand! What does this mean?" The man's voice was trembling, and his legs were shaking like a swing.
"I don't understand what you humans do, and I don't want to understand. I only know that you want me to die. So, you and your people are the 'price' I have to pay!" Garrosh sneered, his rude face
There was an unimaginable cruelty on his face.
"No! You can't do this to us. The Ashvane family betrayed the Proudmoore family for the warchief's plan."
"Yes! You can betray your compatriots, and of course you can betray the Iron Horde for profit." Garrosh didn't bother to talk nonsense with this guy. With a wave of his hand, his most loyal guard immediately punched the man over and beat him like a dead dog.
Drag it down.
Not long after, members of the Ashvane family, with a total number of more than 100,000, and their subjects, escorted by a larger number of orc warriors, arrived at the main square of Bridgeport.
At this time, the human people were already feeling something bad. Many people were arguing and protesting, and some even plucked up the courage to attack the orc soldiers who were escorting them.
Without exception, except for the leaders who were hacked to death on the spot, most of the people were knocked over by blunt objects.
The orc warriors seemed very restrained, which was not a good thing.
There was an evil green light surrounding the ten-story stone door in the center of the square. When the people were driven into the huge magic circle that was shining with evil light, everyone felt that despair and death were approaching.
"ah!"
"Let us go!"
"Have we not already obeyed the command of the great chief?"
The next moment, Garrosh walked to the pre-built high platform, and standing next to him was the hunched Gul'dan.
Despicable Roar smiled ferociously: "In order to let the Iron Tribe rule this world, you are the 'price' I am willing to pay!"
After the words fell, Gul'dan showed the same smile on his face. This terrifying and powerful warlock opened his palm, and countless gray streams of light were forcibly pulled out from the seven holes of the human captive, and merged into the magic circle like hundreds of rivers flowing into the sea.
