Since the Iron Horde's artillery seriously lacked range and maneuverability, it was basically done after just two shots. Despicable Roar was forced to order to dig trenches like humans.
The brave orcs definitely don't want to be a rat in the ditch. There is really no way around it.
Digging trenches is one of the magical skills that the Iron Tribe was forced to learn.
The technical content is not high and it can withstand the attack of small-caliber artillery.
When it comes to cleaning the ground for howitzers or Katyusha rockets above 155mm, the trenches are not even three meters deep, and if they are more tortuous, they really can’t withstand it.
The trenches of the Iron Tribe were too hasty, and a lot of the essence was not learned, such as adding a roof and using logs to reinforce the edges of the trench.
Even with such poor fortifications, it still survived until the Alliance infantry approached.
"lok'tar——"
Feeling the violent shaking coming from the front of the trench, the remaining orc soldiers in the trench bravely rushed out.
In the world of Azeroth, close combat is defined as within 30 yards.
As the saying goes...
Beyond 30 yards, the musket is faster.
Within 30 yards, a kitchen knife is fast.
[Charge], a skill that every warrior professional knows, redefines what [close range] is.
Among the orc warriors, the proportion of warrior professionals is ridiculously high, often accounting for more than one-third in more elite legions.
Although most of them will not be able to advance again throughout their lives and can only be low-level professionals.
But the [Charge] magical skill still brings them a lot of convenience.
The enemy rushed to the trench, and before they could fire from a high position, they turned into streams of green light and rushed forward.
It's a pity that after fighting for so many years, the Alliance knows the depth of the Horde, and the Horde knows the strength of the Alliance.
It is true that the alliance has unlimited attack and virtue, and it is also true that the tribe has unlimited suffering.
Knowing that the Iron Horde is charging with human flesh again, how can the Trident in the lead not guard against Yishou?
"Lok..." Many orc warriors raised their kitchen knives high, but they realized something was wrong only halfway through the charge. What awaited them was not panicked Alliance infantry, but big mouths full of blood.
"Ah - Jie Jie Jie Jie!"
How could the Devilsaur mount in reality be just a mount? This is a war beast!
The on-site commentary by sand sculpture players is the best explanation of the fate of the orc warriors' charge.
[nf107] suddenly raised the tone: "The orcs launched a charge! I saw him sliding and shoveling..."
[Calm bibliophile]: "Ah! No! Orc player A used a gorgeous Filipino diving style to go straight into Abao's mouth."
"Crunch! Crunch!" Orc meat may not be very delicious, but it can greatly relieve the food pressure of the Trident Knights.
Lezan's descendant can eat an orc warrior in just three bites, while those poor orc soldiers who can't charge were beaten by "five million".
The Thunder Dragon swept its long tail, and suddenly there was a cloud of flying sand and rocks, and a dozen orcs flew into the sky in a fan shape.
When they fell heavily, all of them lost their arms and legs.
After defeating the first wave of Orc counterattacks, the Alliance's armored grenadiers and heavily armored flamethrowers entered the battle.
[Murong Xirui] shouted: "Art is Barbie q!"
[Crazy Liu Ti Tang] followed by shouting: "Art is explosion——"
What kind of thermite grenades, what kind of flamethrowers are used for roasting rats! All kinds of weapons that the orcs have never seen or heard of are taking turns to go into battle.
Basically, the trench is roasted for a round, then the cannon is fired at close range, then the draenei's magic armor structure is used to knock the bunker a few times, and finally the golden eggs (Draenei Paladin) are
Shouting slogans, he rushed in and fought hand-to-hand with the orcs.
The holy light bloomed, and in the interplay of light and shadow, the draenei looked like golden saints per capita.
There is nothing fancy about a duel in a narrow space like a bunker.
Don't forget that the Draani have been able to resist the Horde for so many years with a smaller number of people because of the ability of the Paladin troops to fight and carry.
Before their mental power is exhausted, the average combat power of these German paladins is far higher than the patchwork orc warriors of the Horde (or Iron Horde).
After the Alliance offset the Iron Horde's numerical advantage, it handed over the close combat to the Draenei, who had a blood feud with the orcs. This was good steel put to good use.
Bunker after bunker was captured, and the orcs in trench after trench were slaughtered.
On the battlefield, the wave of Alliance attacks swept across half of Talador.
It was an overwhelming and powerful offensive, and the oppression it brought to the orcs could not be expressed in any orc language.
In Chinese language, it would be - raging waves and gullies!
The army advances, devouring everything in its path.
Without the blood elves and the Forsaken, and without Ner'zhul in Shadowmoon Valley, Despicable Howl has lost all means of instant communication.
This did not prevent him from standing on a slightly higher hillside, squinting his eyes and looking at the messy flags at his house, which were being knocked down one by one.
The battle flags of the orc clans are diverse. You don’t have to recognize which clan the ghost symbol represents. You only need to look at its size to know whether it belongs to a first-rate, second-rate or third-rate clan. In this regard, the tribe has extremely strict regulations. If used indiscriminately,
A higher level banner will be attacked by other clans.
Today, 70% of the flags on the battlefield have fallen, or are crumbling in the mixed attack group of the Alliance's behemoths and mechanized troops.
This was not the first time Garrosh had seen this scene.
He even saw the same flag fall into his field of vision for the second time.
He clenched his teeth, and his knuckles crackled due to excessive clenching, expressing his anger!
Did he fail?
Failed again?
What does it mean to fall down once, get up again, and be defeated by the same opponent again?
Doesn’t this mean that he would not hesitate to go back in time and do everything again, but it is all in vain!?
Just when he was the most angry, one of his Kor'kron guards suddenly came over: "Report to the great chief! Thrall's orthodox tribe has just landed on the northwest coast of Nagrand..."
Although Garrosh had guessed everything a long time ago, when he once again faced the joint siege of the Alliance and the Old Horde, his anger still completely ignited every cell in his blood vessels.
"Thall! It's Thrall again! How dare he betray all the fellow orcs!?"
Yes! In Despicable Roar's heart, Thrall is the real orc traitor!
Just when he was about to lose his composure, a strong hand put his shoulder.
"Father, you..." Garrosh looked at his 'old' father who was still in his prime, and was stunned for a moment.
"Go back! Defeat Thrall! I'll carry it here."
"No! How can you bear it here?"
In the sky, the Iron Tribe's aircraft dropped down in dense numbers.
On the ground, the few broken flags that were still struggling to hold up on the front line have been swallowed up by the wave of the Alliance army.
If the Horde has any chance of victory, it must find a way to use heroes to kill the Alliance commander and force its army to disintegrate.
Otherwise, if you carry it until you die, you will still die.
Faced with this question from another world, Grom showed a fatherly smile on his rough face and gave a very orcish answer.
