This was the largest landing operation in the history of the Alliance, with more than five million troops mobilized.
Even excluding the nearly 2 million murlocs and naga cannon fodder who served as cannon fodder in the sea, and the 400,000 soldiers of the four elements of earth, water, fire, and wind, the number of soldiers directly under the alliance in this attack exceeded 300,000.
Even taking into account the width of the battlefield on the Broken Shore, this is a very exaggerated figure.
If the Alliance still uses wooden ships on the sea as it did in history, it really won't be able to transport the army to the Broken Shore. It can only use a few airships, including the [Skybreaker], to load up a pitiful number of elites.
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The enemy is outnumbered and we are outnumbered, so it is natural to be surrounded.
In this life, the situation seems to have been reversed.
Because the alliance is more than just the Eastern Route Army!
The western route army is the Kalimdor Army Group led by Tyrande, the Northrend Route Army led by Arthas, and the Pandaria South Route Army led by Varian. Each army has no less than a million.
More than seven million troops completely surrounded the Broken Islands.
Excluding the murloc and naga troops who are only responsible for landing on the beach and not attacking inland, let alone the two million mixed mechanized and elemental creature troops, this combat power is definitely not low.
(There is a saying from Mr. Sa, mmp, that I really don’t want to express my displeasure with.)
The alliances really came too fast and there were too many.
So much so that the demons had to play a little trick...
A joint meeting attended by all leaders of the Alliance's Fourth Route Army headquarters.
"What? You said that there are no demons stationed on the Broken Shore, so our landing operation may have been overblown?" Tyrande stared at Varian in the magic mirror. She frowned like all the leaders.
"Yes! Our MI7 intelligence shows that the demons did not deploy any decent troops on the beach." Varian was not unreasonable. He also showed the leaders a large number of high-altitude photos taken from the Broken Beach.
Reconnaissance photo: "Our team was personally led by the leader of MI7, Mathias Shore, to conduct reconnaissance. The degree of credibility is quite high."
After Varian finished speaking, many leaders showed relaxed expressions.
The exaggerated battle outside the atmosphere, even if only a few images were transmitted back, had already frightened the leaders.
It can't be said that they have no experience. After all, they have been killing the bosses since the Dark Portal opened. But no one has ever seen a space fleet of this size.
The existence of the planetary protection array always makes people feel a little lucky.
The Burning Legion only started to resist fiercely near the Tomb of Sargeras. That was ideal. After all, at that time, the Alliance's land-based artillery was set up. As for the large-scale beach landing battle, no one has ever done it.
The leaders were murmuring in their hearts.
Under normal circumstances, everyone should discuss and lower the alert level.
The mental strings of soldiers cannot be kept tight all the time. If it goes on for a long time, either the strings will break or they will secretly relax. A combination of tightness and tightness is the best state.
Since the Burning Legion didn't come up hard from the beginning, everyone would be more happy to see one less tough battle.
What everyone didn't expect was that after seeing the large pile of pictures that Varian specially sent a mage to use teleportation, McDonald knocked on the table with the back of his finger in a shameless manner: "Fake news! This is all the Burning Legion.
Intelligence war. The devil has been waiting for us on the beach."
Varian was shocked: "What? This is Shore..."
"I have no intention of questioning Master Shore's loyalty to the Alliance, but some things are not as simple as they appear on the surface!" McDonald snapped his fingers, and a three-dimensional pattern appeared in the mirror images of the bosses.
The reconnaissance of MI7 was not wrong. There was no trace of the organized demon troops on the beach, at least on the surface of the beach. There were only a few imps or wandering hellhounds.
But the perspective diagram provided by McDonald's made all the bosses feel numb.
The beach is indeed that beach, it is just a perspective view with a very sci-fi feel, which can remove the rock layers on the surface layer by layer to reveal what is underneath the sand and gravel.
Below the beach, marked at about minus ten meters, there are a large number of giant metal figures.
Due to the evil energy flowing underground blocking detection, I couldn't see its true face clearly. I just caught a glimpse of the outline, and several leaders with experience in fighting in foreign lands. The commander suddenly stood up and lost his voice in unison:
"Magic mecha!?"
"so much?"
The leaders of the alliance were all shocked and their scalps were numb.
I can't imagine that if only elite troops were used to launch a surprise attack, or if the army advanced deep into the Broken Islands and the beaches were piled with supplies, these huge fel mechas, which could easily be dozens or twenty stories high, would suddenly emerge from the ground.
If it pops out, what a terrible scene it will be.
Probably, all the alliance troops will be wiped out!
Varian was so angry that his lips trembled, and he had already scolded Mathias Shore a hundred times in his heart!
McDonald waved his hand to King Wa: "Your Majesty Wrynn, there is no need to be angry. This is a devil. He can secretly plot for a hundred years for a conspiracy. It is not unusual to have such a small calculation. We can just drill into the ground and bounce out of the way."
Still thinking of Medivh's assassination, King Wa gritted his teeth and nodded vigorously: "Yes."
The Battle of the Broken Shore was the most costly battle for the Alliance and Horde in history. The Alliance lost its de facto leader Varian, and Vol'jin, the then Warchief of the Horde, also soon died of his injuries.
With such a painful lesson, how could a time traveler not be wary of Yishou?
Without blaming or pursuing anyone, Macdonald gently let Mathias' negligence go and focused on the war effort.
Not long after, the voice of the alliance leader rang out on the public broadcasts of all the warships and aircraft of the four armies of the alliance:
"I am McDonald's Stratholme, the leader of the Alliance at the time!"
"Since the Dark Portal opened, the entire world of Azeroth has entered a state of disaster."
"Like everyone else, I am full of complaints about the injustice of the goddess of fate."
"What I want to say is..."
"I am regarded as the God of War by tens of millions of Alliance people, but I actually want to be a humble gentleman rather than a warrior with weapons in hand."
"It is a pity that the evil enemy does not grant peace to me and to all of you."
"So behind a humble gentleman is a cold, steel, technological, and will battle. We can turn our will into extraordinary combat power under certain circumstances to make up for the lack of combat power. But the lack of combat power must be replaced by science and technology.
Magical methods for ultimate overcoming.”
"This is the world we live in!"
"Every country and every race in the alliance is peace-loving."
"No one desires war!"
"But what does it take to be peace-loving? It takes full strength in the hands of a peace-loving organization like the Alliance."
"Today, world peace faces the challenge of the most powerful evil force in history!"
"In this regard, I just want to say to everyone... It's time to show everyone's true strength!"
"For peace..."
"Kill those demons--"
McDonald's final roar was echoed by thousands of soldiers shouting like a tsunami.
The sea and sky seemed to be boiling at the same time at this moment.
