After a while of hedging, the alliance suddenly discovered that they had the advantage, but it was by no means as big an advantage as they imagined.
Alliance aircraft are faster and air combat weapons have a longer range.
Iron Horde aircraft are harder, have more firepower, and have slightly shorter range.
After a rough calculation, the battle loss ratio was about 1:3.
This is still based on the Alliance having a more complete tactical system and training system. It is completely foreseeable that if the Iron Horde adapts to the Alliance's aerial tactics, the battle loss ratio will be brought back.
"It's not easy to train pilots!"
The more high-tech a unit is, the more troublesome it is to train.
In the era of cold weapons, as long as there was enough courage, a farmer could kill someone by picking up a pitchfork. In the era of hot weapons, just teaching a recruit to shoot was troublesome enough, let alone an airplane.
Without dozens of hours of theoretical lessons, plus dozens of hours of practical exercises, even if a fighter jet can take to the sky, it will be difficult to come back.
Arthas never worried about Stratholme's industrial capabilities; he was worried about the training of reserve soldiers.
Originally, the trident was enough to solve all problems, but these bitches brought trouble to every girl wherever they went.
Alsace had a headache when he thought of this.
At this moment, Arthas noticed that a new aerial warfare method had been developed.
[Billis] shouted "Bird Vodka, give it to Ollie" while flying to the 'Goblin Head'.
That's right! This guy can kill him directly with his glider.
With a speed of more than 100 kilometers per hour, bullying the [Goblin MA], which is as slow as a tortoise, is simply trivial.
Don't underestimate the power of a single soldier. When this guy crashed in, facing more than twenty goblin elites rushing towards him, this guy smiled ferociously: "What are you guys doing?"
He unzipped the Batsuit and found bundles of explosives inside...
There was a loud "bang", and another bunch of goblins flew up to the ground.
In the fierce air battle, the Alliance may not have an absolute advantage, which is the best encouragement for the Iron Horde. Radar shows that the Iron Horde's maritime fleet is beginning to approach the Ebon Blade Fortress along the coastline.
Arthas smiled: "Who gave them the courage?"
However, no one needed to remind him. He waved his hand as he was impressed by McDonald's true story: "Strategically, we despise the enemy, but tactically we must pay attention to the enemy. The Iron-Blooded Fleet will go to engage in the battle, and the Sakura Fleet will guard the eastern flank."
"Yes!" came the response from the flagships of the two squadrons on the communication channel.
At the same time, in the Fengxing Tower, McDonald was leisurely looking at the natural scenery outside the window. Instead of glancing at the picture on the magic mirror, looking at the aircraft with the shape of a metal goblin head, McDonald felt like he was back in the Day and Night Live game.
of the past.
Alleria hugged him, sweat beads sliding down her crimson skin. She brushed the ends of her hair: "Is it really okay for you to stay here with us?"
"Arthas has already proven that he can stand alone. If I don't trust him, I don't have to trust any general in the Alliance. If he doesn't fight anxiously, Garrosh will not play his cards."
Vereesa silently used her fingers to trace meaninglessly on McDonald's muscles: "As long as you have an idea."
McDonald looked at Queen Xi, who was only wearing pajamas and sitting on the windowsill. He smiled: "This is an era where stars gather! All the brightest stars are already in my hands!"
If I can't win this battle, then wouldn't all my efforts over the past ten years be in vain?
He believed so firmly.
On the other side, Alsace received the latest intelligence.
His wife brought a goblin flying machine with her claws. Instead of entering the command post, she showed the structure inside through a live broadcast.
On this day, the Alliance finally knew what the goblins called the Gatling Cannon. It was a large ring composed of 36 iron pipes. Each pipe can be regarded as a single-shot cannon, just like
It was lit like a firecracker.
After ping ping ping pong finished 36 rounds of 25mm shells, the entire plate was removed and thrown away.
Regardless of whether it is advanced or not, at least it has strong firepower in a short period of time.
If this is still within the scope of understanding, then the goblin's [Tracking Missile] is really eye-opening, no, or it refreshes the three perspectives.
Why is this thing like Mao so smart that it can chase after Alliance planes and blow them up?
The answer is that there's a goblin stuffed into every rocket.
This miserable hapless ghost can use a joystick to control the rockets to turn up, down, left and right to achieve the purpose of chasing down the enemy.
[Dream Walker] Use his claws to hook out a goblin rocket man who is not dead yet.
Even before she could extract a confession, the other party did it.
"Don't kill me! I don't want to die! I owe the boss a loan shark, and the boss forced me to become a rocket man, otherwise he would sell my sons... Wuwuwu!"
Alsace and all the Alliance officers were completely speechless.
The goblin's unscrupulousness has already reached the limit.
If you stab ten goblin bosses to death, you won't find one whose heart is not black.
Business tycoons and trading princes are all unscrupulous things.
Only a group of players gathered around curiously, puzzled.
[Kidney deficiency at half a year old]: "What's wrong? We are also using this trick!"
Arthas didn't want to talk to this guy, and he complained wildly in his heart: You can be resurrected, but they can't!
Without saying anything, Alsace snapped his fingers, and someone immediately caught him and stuffed him into a large rocket.
Unlike the hard-working goblin, this guy is happy.
As soon as he heard that he was going to launch a suicide attack, this guy looked like he was just trying to make money during the New Year.
The original design was for a human to sit inside a copycat V2 rocket. After going back and forth, I found that the human body was too big, so I changed it to a dwarf.
Players can use dwarf clones anyway.
This kind of thing was somewhat unexpectedly met with protest by the dwarf, and in the end it changed into the shape of a leper dwarf.
Now the entire alliance has no objection.
The dwarfs who lost their hometown to the leper dwarfs wished that all the leper dwarfs would die.
This guy was just like that, eating cake, humming a song, and got into the cockpit of the rocket.
Alas! Sure enough, if you can be resurrected, you can do whatever you want!
"Dongfeng Express No. 1! Launch!"
Violent smoke rose, and as the roar of the rocket jet resounded through the launch pad, a modified version of the V2 rocket was shot from the Black Blade Fortress, quickly passing through the chaotic aerial battlefield. When it flew to the highest point, it began to head towards
Settled down against the steel fleet below.
[Kidney Deficiency at Half Year Old]'s goggles reflected every target in this huge fleet. With a slight deflection of his hand, the V2 rocket immediately plunged towards the largest steel giant on the sea.
"What is that?" an orc sailor pointed at the flash of light in the sky.
Kilrogg's blind eye emitted a strange light. After a moment, his expression changed drastically: "No! Jump off the ship immediately!"
Having the ability to predict is not omnipotent.
He can only see the short-term future. Even if he can save himself, how many of his subordinates can he save?
"boom!"
Amidst the loud noise of the earth shattering, the flagship of the Steel Fleet was bombed...
