MacDonald couldn't say that the last king of the Menethil royal family, who had ruled this land for more than two thousand years, had a persecution disorder, because he was afraid that the two fools would not be able to hold the country after his death, and he also suspected that MacDonald wanted to seize it.
After winning the king's crown, he finally decided to jump back and become the Lich King, right?
These were summed up after a whole day by McDonald and his closest vassals based on the testimony of Er Fool and Kalia.
McDonald was absolutely certain - this was due to Ner'zhul's spiritual interference and deep hypnotic induction, but this conclusion was so illusory that even if he said it, no people or soldiers would believe it.
After all, aristocratic politics is too far away from ordinary people. Let alone the people, even he, a time traveler, only found out after the fact that he had committed so many taboos after being inferred by his close officials.
Ordinary people, who would want to take so many detours?
The more this happens, the more cautious McDonald's becomes.
Because once the second idiot actually turns fishing into delivering food, then McDonald's will definitely take all the blame.
Under McDonald's almost demanding requirements, one of the best-equipped troops in the league made a grand debut...
front.
Continuous artillery fire!
Huge plumes of smoke kept rising from every corner of the battlefield.
Each cannonball will definitely bring up the bodies and limbs of dozens or even dozens of undead.
The reason why natural disasters of the undead are called natural disasters is because of their quantity.
From south to north, from west to east, if you look around, there are densely packed undead, with all kinds of terrifying faces. If you are an ordinary recruit, just taking a look at them will lose the courage to fight.
The biggest blessing is that after the two Dark Portal Wars, the alliance's reserve military service system is quite complete. Every man has received the same training as regular infantry in the past, let alone an elite legion.
"Direction 12 o'clock! Ghoul!" the squad leader yelled.
If there is anything else that is more difficult to deal with, the first choice is the faster-moving troops in the Scourge Legion.
Large undead creatures such as abominations can resist beatings. If you add two more cannons, they will always explode.
Ghouls are more disgusting. Most of these humanoid monsters are summoned from corpses by death knights. They look like humans, but in fact their physiological structure has been mutated by dark magic. Their forelimbs have evolved into sharp claws, and their mouths have become
They are more like maned dogs, with a strong bite force. The most important thing is that they walk and run on all fours, with a top speed of less than 10 seconds for 100 meters.
Ghouls are fast, agile, and aggressive. Their sharp claws can even dig into reinforced concrete walls and climb walls independently without the use of any tools.
It can be said that this is one of the best units to disrupt the alliance's defense line.
As long as they rush past the range covered by the cannon, it will be difficult to deal with them within 200 meters.
After all, sharp weapons such as bows and arrows and ordinary muskets are not effective against the undead.
McDonald quickly eliminated the crossbowmen as a unit, and the mid-range and long-range troops fielded by the alliance became shotgunners and heavily armored flamethrowers.
A bunch of ghouls flew with their limbs flying, threw themselves into the Alliance city wall at close range, and immediately faced several tongues of fire pouring down.
"Hoo ho ho!"
Several ghouls were burned, and they immediately began to flutter in the flames, jumping around a few times before making no sound.
The heavy flamethrower installed at the top of the city is hydraulically driven. A futuristic flamethrower wearing Thorium heavy armor is carrying a musket in front.
There is a new type of fire-retardant fabric inside the armor, which cannot reach the level of the earth. It just uses the first-generation flame retardant developed by talented sand sculpture players and soaks the pad inside the armor surface to relatively reduce heat transfer. The inside is luxuriously
Use a magic crystal fragment that can emit a small amount of frost element for secondary heat dissipation.
At the rear, there is... a civilian man performing a pressurizing action similar to pulling a bellows. This is something a person can do. He is responsible for pumping the oil to the spray gun, and turning the spray liquid into tongues of flame through the flame lit at the head of the gun.
The flamethrower was not invincible. There were still a few ghouls who cleverly passed through the blockade of flames, jumped left and right with gorgeous movements, followed the slope that had been piled with a large number of corpses, and jumped to the top of the wall.
Too fast!
Before a Pyro could react, he received a heavy blow on his chest. After staggering, he realized with lingering fear that his chest had been scratched four times deep with a knuckle depth.
If it hadn't been for the Thorium plate armor that protected him, he might have had his heart ripped out by the ghoul's long claws.
Before he could fight back, there was an explosion beside him, and the ghoul that almost killed him was completely blown away.
He was protected not by the shield bearer, but by the shotgunner.
That man was also wearing heavy armor, but he was holding the revolver shotgun that the Griffin Knights used to fight against the Orc Air Force.
At such a close range, a shotgun blast passed by.
The 0.36-inch diameter large deer bullet inside the large-caliber shell is enough to beat the ghoul's body to pieces, leaving his flesh and blood bloody.
After several gunshots, the wave was finally over.
"Damn it! Fortunately, the Duke of Stratholme equipped us with this thing. Otherwise, we wouldn't be able to deal with these monsters with swords and bows." I don't know how many people made similar complaints.
The Scourge is outrageous!
This is the common thought of every Union soldier!
"Withdraw, withdraw! Go to the next line of defense!" An alliance second lieutenant greeted, and with the sudden and intensive roar in the distance, the soldiers on the wall hurriedly withdrew. Even the bunker next to it opened a hole and moved 40mm along the slope behind.
The field artillery was withdrawn.
When they reached the next line of defense, someone suddenly glanced at the chest of the fire-breathing soldier just now: "Brother, you are bleeding!"
Dead people don’t have red blood!
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"fine!"
"No! According to the field manual, you must receive treatment immediately." The comrade next to him couldn't help but said, and took the guy to the rear. He took off his breastplate and saw several shallow claw marks on his chest.
"Nothing's wrong..."
"No!" The person who stopped him this time was a medical soldier wearing a red cross armband: "Someone in front of you turned into an undead because you didn't pay attention. This bite has anesthetics on it, which can make you less painful.
!It also prevents you from biting your tongue.”
Another nurse handed over a towel tied to a wooden stick that was still steaming and had a strange smell.
The fire-breathing soldier was shocked and immediately fell silent. He took a bite and immediately felt a little numb.
He lay down and let the doctor cruelly use a knife soaked in potion and burned with fire to cut out a few small pieces of flesh that were starting to turn black. He then applied an ointment that exuded golden light, and finally, in a daze, something was poured down his throat.
Potion, sweet.
When he woke up in the wounded barracks, he found that the flesh on his chest had begun to heal and he felt itchy.
"Uh, am I saving my life?"
"Nonsense!" A wounded soldier next to him lit up a cigarette and talked about the past: "My father used to be a soldier and there was no such good medical care. When he was injured, he had to tie it up with a piece of rag. Whether he survived or not depended on the blessings of his ancestors.
It’s not like now, when you’re injured you can get surgery and you can get healing potions. Let me tell you secretly, only the soldiers led by Stratholme can get this kind of treatment..."
At this moment, in the Fortress of Andorhal, toolman Barthras looked at the expense report with heartache.
"My lord, the soldiers' medical investment is too high."
McDonald spat: "Bah! I think it's too little!"
At this stage, there is no specific medicine for natural disasters and plagues. Holy water is not a panacea. In addition to direct death in battle, the biggest problem is the endless plague. The priest's [disease-removing technique] is not necessarily that effective.
McDonald suddenly missed the [inactivated vaccine] from Rabbit's house before time travel.
About 80% effective protection, 99% prevention of illness after infection, 100% will not turn into critical illness.
Alas! Some people think this is too low?
If you switch to Warcraft, this is a fucking 80% dodge chance, 99% damage reduction after being hit, and 100% immunity to critical hits.
Isn’t this a magical outfit? This is so fucking cheating, isn’t it?
