Chapter 725 Missing You Night (Seeking Monthly Ticket)
The birth of a strong person cannot be copied.
No strong person can be trained through serious training.
It is often unique experiences that stimulate the body's potential.
After playing, the height it reaches depends on personal perseverance and the upper limit of talent.
Talent is the rarest thing, just like there are only a handful of people on earth who can run 100 meters within 10 seconds.
Originally, Woking had hoped that the alliance would stumble or something, but now it seems that he is overthinking it.
On the surface, Vol'jin still expressed his condolences sincerely: "The trolls who believe in the evil god Hakkar are also despised by the Darkspear trolls. I only express my deep condolences on behalf of the tribe for the loss of life and property you have caused."
Wo'jin used the orcish language, and this was probably what he meant when he asked Man, the simultaneous interpreter, to translate it.
"Thank you for the tribe's concern." The old wolf king was disdainful of Wo Jin's words.
Who doesn’t know how to use words?
Vol'jin probed: "According to the legend of the tauren, these insect men are servants of the ancient evil god C'Thun. As the evil god that has harmed the entire world of Azeroth, if it is completely revived, it will bring destruction to the entire world.
A disaster. If possible, I still hope that the Alliance army can arrive quickly and impose just sanctions on C'Thun."
In this matter, if the alliance changes its leader, it might be very panic.
However, the big guys acquiesced that Mr. Mai was someone who had been spying for a long time. Since the leader did not say anything, based on the leader's previous handling of the situation... the big guys were all convinced by stock fans.
McDonald has already given a timetable, and he has already told me not to rush and let the elite of the tribe die again.
Jean must be trying to buy time. Well, what he said on the surface is of course another matter: "The Alliance army has just finished the brutal Zul'Gurub crusade and is resting. And now that winter has entered most of the Alliance territories, it is necessary to mobilize troops.
It is very inconvenient. According to preliminary estimates, it will take another month for the coalition vanguard to arrive at Golden Sword Port."
Hearing these words, Woking just wanted to call the police.
Give your mother a big fart.
Do you really think I don't know that Stratholme's soldiers and Storm's soldiers are two different things?
Stratholme's First Army alone is enough to counterattack!
Wojin complained crazily in his heart, but he also knew that the first army was used to suppress their tribe. As for such a big thing as attacking Silithus, troops must be mobilized from the mainland.
On weekdays, the output of Dustwallow Swamp is simply not enough to support the First Army. As for Golden Sword Port, it is good to be self-sufficient.
Wo'jin lowered his stance: "Since everyone has the intention to cooperate, I wonder if the Alliance can help contain the insect army before that?"
"I can apply to the Night Elves to mobilize some of the defenders of Feathermoon Fortress into Feralas to assist in the defense." Gene, who was full of bad intentions, suggested seriously.
How dare Vol'jin let the Alliance enter Feralas. He had often heard Thrall and Durotan talk about how the orcs were destroyed in the first two Dark Portal battles.
Didn't he build a bunch of bunker towers for someone in the Alliance's men, and then use up the last drop of blood of the orc warriors?
Let the Alliance come in, and the Allies will always have to camp, right?
After setting up camp, the [Bunker King] will always build a bunker, right?
After it is built, what will happen if people don’t leave the tribe?
Even if we leave, demolishing so many bunkers, even if we use the Iron Horde's heavy machinery to do it, will still take half a life.
After fighting for so long, Thrall and Vol'jin finally realized that the Iron Tribe's large vehicles were really difficult to use in rugged terrain.
Upon hearing Genn's proposal, Vol'jin quickly rejected: "The defense of Feralas does not require the Alliance to worry. As long as the Alliance can reliably reduce the number of bugs from the flanks, the tribe will be very grateful."
The discussions at this stage are actually fruitless.
However, the flank attack really brought trouble to the alliance.
At the southern dock of Feathermoon Fortress in the southwest of Feralas, Feathermoon General Shantis looked solemnly at the blonde beauty in front of him: "Miss Bismarck."
"Please just call me [Bismarck]."
No matter how many times, Shandris was not used to the human-looking ship girl in front of her: "Okay, Bismarck, I'll leave everything to you."
The order issued by the alliance's top brass was to have the alliance fleet on standby near Feather Moon Fortress fire directly at the Feralas area from the sea south of Feather Moon Fortress, using outrageous cross-fire that was unimaginable to mortals, to attack the insects gathering in the north of Silithus.
People troops.
This picture is outrageous when you think about it.
Silithus is a plateau area, with an altitude generally above 600 meters. Most of its borders in the west, north and east directions are surrounded by mountains, some of which can reach up to 1,000 meters.
As a senior executive of the Alliance, Shandis naturally knew that the main gun range of the Alliance battleships could reach up to 40 kilometers.
As far as she knew, there was only one insect nest within the range, which was located on a plateau thirty kilometers away.
Theoretically, the fired cannonball should cross the top of a thousand-meter mountain and then parabola down there.
Let alone observation, it is so far away and has already exceeded the limit of visual observation. When a person looks at something five kilometers away from a high place, even if the target is a tank, it will only look like a small dot.
Even if the ship girl has a way to see the target, considering the waves and wind direction when the cannon is fired, as well as its own mechanical defects (such as rifling wear, etc.), hitting the target is simply a mystery.
Watching the fleet slowly sailing out of the fortress's port, Shandris still couldn't dispel the doubts in her heart. She turned her head and stared at the actual battle scene of the magic mirror with her men.
In fact, this question has been raised from top to bottom in the alliance. Is it that the alliance is deceiving the tribe, just firing a few shots and saying it can't be hit? There is nothing that can be done, and there is nothing I can do to help.
Even if it is, the Horde can't do anything to the Alliance.
In the Golden Sword Port, Queen Xi, who had just arrived, also had the same question: "We can indeed play tricks on the tribe now, but don't think of the tribe working hard next! As far as I know, the reconnaissance situation is not ideal."
The swarm is too exaggerated.
The Alliance has recently sent out several waves of scouts, with terrible results.
High-altitude reconnaissance at this time often uses hot air balloons. These big guys floating in the high altitude can provide a good view. When the shooting elements are transmitted to the ship girl, the shooting angle can be immediately adjusted to improve the hit rate.
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I also used this trick when I played Booty Bay last time.
This time, the balloon was directly punctured by the giant flying insect guard.
Similarly, no matter whether the griffon or the dragon knight passes by, there is also a risk of being besieged by the insect swarm.
McDonald hugged Queen Xi's waist and said with a wicked smile: "I'll tell you if I add some spices tonight."
"Hmph! Go find Vereesa!" Queen Xi couldn't shake someone off, so she slapped someone's claws off.
At this moment, on the warship Bismarck, the dirty god [Study] is following the ship's mother Bismarck, crying and singing: "I miss your cum."
Suddenly, the blond lady with big waves turned around and smiled mysteriously: "Do you want to enter my hole? It's just a little dark and a little deep."
"think!"
Before she finished speaking, she lifted the thing with one hand and stuffed it into the barrel of the 380mm main gun.
