Although the command of the orcs before was rough and heroic, with clans coming at you one after another, the feeling of oppression coming one after another without giving you a breather was very frightening.
I just have more soldiers than you, I just have better individual combat capabilities than you, but I just have to waste time with you!
This unreasonable fighting style made Lothar's scalp numb.
There are too few guys who can be used as soldiers, and farmers cannot just drag them into the battlefield. An unsophisticated farmer will be so scared that he wets his pants just by being yelled at by a green skin. At least he must be a militiaman to be able to do it after being trained.
war.
After fighting for more than half a year, Anduin Lothar completely gave up fighting the orcs in the wild.
The other party was clearly sent by clans to engage in a round of battle, and Lothar could only struggle to deal with it.
Nowadays, the forest within a hundred kilometers west of Goldsmith Town has been burned to pieces. This thorough scorched-earth policy has caused great difficulties for the opponent's logistics, so that the orcs cannot send many troops each time.
, at most tens of thousands of people.
The opponent's commander is also a rogue. Even if he sends people to deliver, even if the money is exchanged one-on-one, the orcs will still make money.
What's more, even with the support of positions, the battle loss ratio between orcs and humans is still about 1:2.
The orcs have millions of soldiers, so how can Stormwind Kingdom get two million troops?
It feels very bad to feel like you are constantly being pressured and beaten, and the battle line is constantly retreating.
The enemies on this day were very unusual. There were 30,000 people, and they were a relatively large clan.
For a moment, Lothar almost thought that the opponent was going to launch a general attack.
But after the usual chaotic charge, Lothar, who relied on the Trident Legion to barely block it, soon discovered the enemy's chaos.
The number of orc soldiers increased, but the supplies did not increase accordingly, which directly led to a large number of soldiers fighting over food.
Although the strong soldiers got food, the weak soldiers could only starve. The orcs' attack on the second day was also very slow and far less intense than the first day.
The funniest thing is that on the third day, there was no food, and the orcs rolled back in despair.
"This is..." Lothar was confused.
[Zhuo Xiao] raised his forehead: "Well, those fools said they were going to assassinate Orgrim, the warchief's deputy. It seems like they probably succeeded."
In fact, she already knew the result. Those idiots had already uploaded a video of eating wolf meat in the WeChat group. The problem system restricted her from using communication methods beyond this world. Before those guys sent people back to formally report the news, she had no reason.
Know the result.
"Orgrim?" Lothar quickly released Garona's "Orc Encyclopedia".
The orcs form a tribe, and the way to elect the warchief is very simple and violent. Whoever has the biggest fist is the warchief, and everyone listens to him.
The current chief, Brother Blackhand, is a typical macho man whose brain is all about muscles.
The conspirator who launched this cross-world war took refuge in the evil warlock Gul'dan, the demon boss Kil'jaeden. It was difficult for him to directly control the tribe, because the vast majority of the orcs only recognized the leadership of the macho man, so he sought the help of Destruction.
*The muscular brother Blackhand is here to be a puppet.
It's really difficult for Blackhand to coordinate hundreds of small clans to fight on a vast battlefield.
The philosophy of the orcs is that the strongest clan should occupy the best hunting grounds and enjoy the best territory.
Moreover, the orcs are more accustomed to fighting as a clan unit.
Therefore, which clan should be sent to kill humans, and how much food and logistics labor should be allocated as a supply team, this kind of thing has been left to Orgrim before.
As soon as Orgrim fell ill, the orcs attacked immediately.
For the next three days, except for sending a small clan of 5,000 people to harass, the orcs had no effective troops. This gave humans a chance to breathe.
Lothar took the opportunity to reorganize the defense line and hired a large number of migrant workers to strengthen the defenses from Goldsmith Town to Yuquan Fortress.
What he didn't expect was that the players would cause trouble again.
Fifty kilometers east of Goldshire, an orc peon took a break from his busy schedule. In fact, he just went to dig a rabbit nest in the bushes.
When he got up, his vision suddenly went dark. A cloth bag made him lose all his vision.
There was no time to resist, as soon as the sap came down, his whole body was spinning.
The next moment, he felt a pain in his crotch and completely fainted from the pain.
Within two days, Lothar was just deducing on the map in the wooden barracks when he heard a commotion outside. When he went out to see it, he was completely stunned.
Hundreds of orc laborers, like gourds on strings, were led into the camp dejectedly with their hands tied by a hemp rope as thick as a thumb.
Next to them was a group of arrogant Trident Legion soldiers, all with their nostrils turned upward, walking as if they were relatives, and calmly accepting the cheers of the soldiers of Stormwind City.
"Wow! Good job!"
"Haha! Orcs have this day too!"
They flapped their swords against their shields feverishly, whistled, and screamed until their voices were almost hoarse.
The Trident player laughed so hard that his lips and eyes were almost crooked, and he raised his hands in a gesture: "I'll give it to you!"
Well, I don’t understand the language, but everyone knows that they are pretty stinky.
"This is..." Lothar was messy in the wind.
[Chu Jiayun] came over and spoke in common language: "Didn't I say before that the Duke took the heads? 256 orcs are working hard. Please let some boss come and settle the bill."
"Oh, settle the settlement with me!" Not far away, someone suddenly raised his hand, and a bitter-looking man came running over.
"Who are you?"
"I'm Fresten." This handsome guy has a constipated expression.
"Huh? I think I heard it somewhere?"
"I'm actually just a wandering singer. Somehow, the Duke of Stratholme put me in charge of purchasing orc slaves." This wandering singer who would die in Stratholme City during the massacre in history is actually a rare boss, which happens to be
He was discovered by someone as a tool.
[Chu Jiayun] has not yet responded: "Well, how do slaves settle accounts?"
"10 silver coins each, unlimited purchases. You can hand it over here, too." Fresten waved his hand, and naturally a servant sent gold coins.
"Dang, Dang, Dang!" The golden gold coins moved not only the players, but even Lothar next to him.
The Kingdom of Stormwind is so poor!
It is said to be an interest-free loan, but you will still have to repay it in the future.
Most of the bosses in this era have a strong sense of honor and do not have the idea that "the boss is the one who owes the debt".
Isn’t it nice to capture prisoners and then earn foreign exchange to generate income?
At this stage, the Stormwind people feel that they can still hold on, and they can still retreat to Stormwind City if the situation worsens. No one has the idea of leaving their hometown, except for a few nobles who sent their second and third sons to Lordaeron as a precaution.
The boat back to Danlun is still very empty.
What really impressed Lothar was the performance of the orcs' hard work.
[Situ Panpo] untied the rope of a hard worker and shouted in the orc language: "You! Go help move that wood."
Thousands of people in the audience watched the orc laborers gingerly carry a four-meter-long log that could be hugged by one person, and stood there waiting for the next instruction.
"Pile it there!"
The hard worker quickly and quickly placed the wood in the designated place, which was used to repair the wooden fence defense line.
