Chapter 502: Advance and retreat in an orderly manner
Interestingly enough, Uther, who was holding the gate artifact [Yanni Ashes (Ashbringer)], was the one who finally completed the kill. If it had been anyone else, he might have felt embarrassed.
Who is Laowu?
The chief paladin of the contemporary era, he is not arrogant in victory but not discouraged in defeat.
The key is that McDonald's had already given him a clear order to come here leisurely.
Dear! The important task of resisting Akmende will be left to you.
Unless he received a signal from McDonald, Laowu would still hold back and fight. However, seeing that the others had already taken care of it and not even sending bones and cannon fodder from afar, Laowu put in a little more force to attack the Doomsday Guard boss.
Make up for the last sword.
When Kazloga's huge body fell heavily and even the twitching stopped, the Alliance positions on the mountainside and the night elf defense lines on the higher level simultaneously erupted in cheers.
"Long live the Alliance!"
"Long live the Kaldorei!"
Different races, different languages, same excitement.
Most of the coalition forces were extremely excited, but Sal, who was directing the remaining troops to evacuate toward the back mountain, felt a sense of loneliness after hearing this.
It was the same fierce battle, but the honor had nothing to do with the tribe.
Vol'jin came over and patted Thrall on the shoulder: "The Alliance is lucky this time. If their large army faces Archimonde, they will not do better than us."
"Yeah... right!" Vol'jin's comfort made Thrall feel better.
Winning the war is a good thing, but it would be embarrassing if someone is missing!
On the other hand, the night elves have really sacrificed too much since launching the blockade. No one knows the strength of these three bosses better than them.
Even the huge mountain giant could not survive three rounds before being defeated by these three vicious bosses.
The three seemingly invincible demons fell at the hands of the little alliance hero. The process seemed thrilling, and anyone with a discerning eye could see that the alliance fought smoothly and with ease.
This is what convinced the Dark Elf executives the most.
A snow-white owl flew towards Macdonken and stopped on a treetop not far away. Tyrande's half-length shadow was projected in its two amber-like eyes.
"Wonderful battle, congratulations to the alliance."
McDonald smiled and corrected: "Congratulations on our temporary alliance."
"Next..."
"The alliance is preparing to withdraw."
"Well?"
"If our intelligence is correct, Archimonde will soon become angry and go directly to the battlefield. I think ordinary soldiers can evacuate."
"But..." Tyrande was a little embarrassed. The Alliance did report the situation of the Burning Legion early in the morning. The problem is that intelligence is intelligence. Who can guarantee that the incoming Burning Legion will only have these four generals besides Meng De?
"This has nothing to do with will and courage, it is simply that they are not suitable." McDonald emphasized: "Don't forget, according to intelligence, Archimonde has the ability to capture the soul of the victim and turn it into a mass-destructive skill. Any
The sacrifice of a strong man at the level of a captain is very likely to become the enemy's weapons and ammunition."
Macdonken spoke hard, trying to remind Tyrande as much as possible.
He could tell that Tyrande was unwilling to do so.
'What if conventional force can consume Archimonde?'
Tyrande bit her lip: "What if Archimonde chooses to continue using soldiers to consume the physical strength of our strong men?"
"Okay!" McDonald raised his hands in a gesture of surrender: "Everyone gives way, and I will let the alliance soldiers make a mobile arrangement. If it is a mixed soldier, we will continue to fight. Once we see Acker
If Mondstadt attacks, we will evacuate immediately."
Macdonald didn't stand up to Tyrande, which undoubtedly made her look much better.
After ending the communication, Tyrande looked at the Alliance troops again, and she couldn't help but burst into laughter.
The Alliance said they would not withdraw: but all the Alliance infantry got on their carriages and ran away, leaving only a lot of metal chariots here.
It doesn't work to say that the Alliance completely ran away. The night elves had just witnessed these terrifying metal chariots, using powerful artillery to destroy the zombie tide from the Scourge.
It's just this posture, no matter how you look at it, you are ready to run away!
A large number of large-caliber 155mm artillery pieces were towed away directly. Only 105mm howitzers and cannons were left. To be specific, these artillery pieces must be preceded by the prefix "self-propelled"!
Traditional artillery relies on trucks or horses to pull it, while self-propelled artillery is a tank chassis with a giant turret on it.
The 5mm inferior steel plate on the turret cannot stop even a large-caliber machine gun.
It doesn't matter if you don't blow it or blackmail it, even the metal javelin thrown by the troll can be shot through.
What this thing emphasizes is mobility.
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Really good steel has been used to make tanks and warships. It would be nice if the cannon could travel by itself. If you ask for more, you can only find horses to pull the cannon.
The tanks are all in the tank fortress facing forward, and the long tunnel dedicated to tanks at the back is the best escape route.
This scene made Tyrande's eyes twitch - I bet your alliance is really ready to run away after killing the big demon?
We have promised to fight for the future of Azeroth to the end?
Tyrande felt a little depressed, but couldn't break out.
After all, the alliance has done its part as agreed and has done what it said it would do.
No one can complain when a temporary ally can do this, but this kind of life-saving strategy always feels too cowardly!
She doesn't know much about the alliance, but as time goes by, she will know: what kind of boss there is, what kind of soldiers there are.
However, the next scene left Tyrande completely speechless——
Archmend...is here!
The loud and murderous voice echoed throughout Mount Hyjal!
"Insignificant mortals! Your resistance is meaningless!"
"Your soul will always be at zero!"
"All will be devoured!"
"I am the end of everything—"
The domineering roar announced the appearance of Archmend, one of the three giants of the Burning Legion.
Just as Meng De roared the first syllable, every driver of all tanks and self-propelled artillery in the alliance that had completed engine warm-up early backed up.
There was a sound of creaking tracks. Mengde was still at the foot of the mountain. There was still at least ten kilometers away from the mountainside position, and the alliance's tank teams filed away.
If the alliance says it has no retreat plan, that would be a lie!
At most, two tanks are allowed to go parallel on the road to the back mountain. If the arrangement is not arranged early in the morning, there will definitely be a traffic jam.
Seeing the big Arabic numerals on the car body, no matter how stupid Tyrande was, he knew what was going on.
The tank crews also sang loudly while driving.
"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, I am number one in strategic retreat."
Then what "Leave the devil to the hero, leave the miscellaneous soldiers to us!"
These songs with clear division of labor made the night elves' brains ache.
Anyway, Archimonde took long strides and walked up thirty meters at a time. Before he arrived, the Alliance position had been completely withdrawn, not even the shell casings were left behind.
"Ah this..." Shandis was a little dumbfounded.
Tyrande suddenly discovered that his third formation had lost its meaning.
