"Many of us died! Radu is dead, Split Mouth is dead."
"Human soldiers cannot be killed."
"We tore down their walls."
"Their gates are softer than a warg's hide."
The orc soldiers are generally illiterate and have some brains. They used to be shamans, but now they are mostly deceived into becoming warlocks. Anyway, these big bosses make it a headache for the orc chiefs to ask questions.
Although there were many dead today, it gave the chiefs hope - humanity's seemingly impregnable defenses didn't seem to be doing much either!
"Orgrim is a coward! He was actually scared away by the human garbage wall." The chief of the Green Fang Clan said.
"Yes! He is just a bitch! Did you notice that most of his beard has fallen off?" the chief of the Dog Claw clan agreed.
These third-rate clan chiefs, who did not even leave their names in history, spoke ill of Orgrim.
Don't blame them, these big bosses have very simple minds, and those who can lead them to defeat the enemy and get better new hunting grounds are good chiefs.
After fighting with the new chief for more than half a year, what they got was a piece of "barren" land. There was no big game they dreamed of, only some unknown food (wheat and so on), which could not feed the tribesmen at all.
They began to doubt whether it was the right decision to abandon their hometown and come here.
At the same time, Orgrim's prestige decreased as he lost his hair.
Orcs worship strength and masculinity!
A bald head is actually okay, but losing a beard will make you look girly.
The orcs' disrespect for Orgrim grew day by day.
In fact, if he had a choice, Orgrim wouldn't want to leave these useless chiefs whose brains are half muscles to besiege. He really has no one left.
Those with some brains, such as Kilrogg*Deadeye, were left to him to take charge of the siege of Ironforge alone.
He seemed to understand that in order to cripple mankind, he had to capture the capital of their kingdom. Once the capital was captured, the country would be destroyed, and the power of human resistance would be greatly reduced.
Relatively speaking, Stratholme, which is not the capital, although it has a strong army, is still not the focus of the strategy.
Then something happened.
Beginning in early February, when these chiefs lost contact with Orgrim, they took it upon themselves to violate the orders of the war chief and launch a storming of Sodoril Fortress.
McDonald naturally smiled evilly and accepted the orcs' offensive.
After being beaten for three consecutive days, the outermost ice wall was smashed to pieces, leaving only dozens of ice pillars. The battle moved to the second layer of the city wall, which was a traditional rammed earth wall.
Generally speaking, as long as the craftsmanship is up to standard, a city wall covered with rammed earth and bricks can withstand the bombardment of a trebuchet.
However, someone had a bad idea. Not only was the city wall cut corners, but the four bastions on both sides of the bridge were also badly damaged.
Because the bastion adopts a sloped structure and is inherently anti-cannonball, the extremely rough wooden trebuchet of the orcs cannot be damaged at all. If you use a siege vehicle to hit it, a stick of kerosene will be thrown down from the top from time to time, allowing the orcs to do it in the fire.
Own.
I want to break in, but I can't. The only entrance to this bastion is on the third floor, and it's extremely narrow. Humans can enter, but orcs can't.
What's more, there are always only sparse arrows shooting from the bastion, and it may not kill an orc in a few minutes. The orcs simply don't care about it.
Basically, the process of every day is that the orcs brave the rain of arrows, push the catapult across the river to demolish the city wall, and have a bloody battle with the human soldiers guarding the city wall.
The orcs couldn't count how many humans they had killed. They only saw the results of their own fighting.
The second city wall was breached on the fourth day of the storm.
It's a pity that the human city walls are higher than the other, and the orcs can't occupy them at all. Every time the orcs rush to the top of the city wall, they will be shot to death by crossbow arrows from the higher wall behind.
Basically before night falls, the orcs will be pushed back to the other side of the bridge by the sudden force of the humans.
However, humans have not repaired the city wall, or the progress is very slow.
It's late February, and a total of four city walls have been breached.
This made the chiefs extremely excited.
"If you work harder, you can break down all human walls and enter that rich land!"
"Have you heard? There are countless giant beasts in that Stan's territory for us to hunt."
At some point, this very unfounded rumor spread among the orcs, and even attracted the orc clans that used to live in Alterac.
When the orcs were ready to launch a general attack, McDonald was at the headquarters and met the bright eyes of his subordinates: Rivendell, Serijek, Abidis, Kurtaz, Gavinrad*Doom,
and Tirion Fordring.
Among this group of people who have left their names in history, McDonald's was actually the first two who were directly under his direct subordinates, and the rest were either guest soldiers or came over for guest appearances.
McDonald had no choice but to reuse them. The result of excessive military force was a serious shortage of generals. Not to mention excellent ones, he could not even find qualified ones.
Even the above-mentioned group of people, except for the strength of Abbendis, can actually barely lead 10,000 troops at most.
This is caused by the lack of military common sense.
Leading troops these days is a secret that is not taught, it is basically taught by your ancestors or your knight master.
How to lead troops, how to set up a camp, and how to manage logistics are all very personal experiences.
How can any time traveler have so much rich theoretical knowledge?
As a result, there were 300,000 people. Excluding the immovable garrison, there were still 200,000 people. Apart from the above people, the remaining legion commanders were all idiots, ahem, elite operators.
To be honest, the time-travelers have much better common sense in leading troops than these indigenous heroes.
Anyone who has played the "Total War" series will at least know how heavy infantry resists the line, light infantry flanks, cavalry attacks from behind, and how to use long-range troops to shoot at the enemy's flanks.
Anyone who has played the "SimCity" series is a talented person who builds barracks and logistics equipment assembly lines. They know how to prepare raw materials and so on.
Then there is "In the same year, Ru Hexiu", he is an adult who came from the Chinese dynasty, and he is very good at mental arithmetic.
All of the above made McDonald's first choice when selecting a legion leader: operators.
[Scorching Dawn in the Sky] said: "We can't stay here forever, but it's no problem to help you get started. I hope you can come back and help after you finish this parallel world."
McDonald smiled at them.
"Very good! Now that all legions have more than two combat experiences, let us end this farce."
Step out of the headquarters and come to the giant square east of the innermost city wall.
Twelve legions were arranged in a neat square formation of ten thousand people, and appeared in front of McDonald in a three by four formation.
The magician has prepared wind-based amplification magic.
The young Duke's voice echoed over the entire square. Apart from his voice, hundreds of thousands of people were completely silent. He stood on top of the tall bunker, facing everyone, and the early spring sun just passed through the dark clouds.
Shine on him.
It was as if the ancestors of all heavens were paying attention to him at this moment.
"2,800 years ago, Emperor Thoradin had no choice. He led our ancestors and fought with the powerful troll army with supreme courage, ending the brutal rule of the troll empire and allowing us humans to thrive on this land.
live!"
"2800 years later, another group of green-skinned monsters slaughtered our compatriots using the same method! Burning our farmland! Destroying our cities! We also have no choice -"
"Today is the moment for us to fight! It is the moment for us to tell our enemies with blood and fire, knives and swords that we are still the masters of this land!"
McDonald raised the sword in his hand high, and the light shone in all directions!
