Winter Veil, or Christmas as travelers are used to it.
Even in a cursed land where no one cares, the soldiers of Watchfort can still enjoy the warmth from the alliance's top brass even when they are off duty.
The firewood burned in the fireplace, making a "bibo" sound.
The Alliance has had heaters for a long time, but traditional fireplaces give people a nostalgic atmosphere.
In the tavern area of the Watchfort, the military police meticulously checked the rest schedule of every soldier who entered. Once passed, there would be a smile on his face "Happy Winter Veil!" and a red triangular hat as a gift.
Different from the warm atmosphere below, on a wide turret at the southernmost end of the Watch Fortress, the 400mm mortar was well maintained, and the metallic shine on the gun gave people a feeling of being ready to go.
General Lodenson was fully armed. He looked at Archmage Saslanan who was also well-dressed and saluted lightly: "Happy Winter Veil!"
"Happy Winter Veil!"
"What's going on?"
"No, but I think there will be soon."
The two old partners were of different races but shared the same beliefs. They looked at each other and smiled knowingly.
"Who are you deceiving with this formation?"
"Yes, even the famous Trident is here."
The frequent mobilizations of the Allied forces could at most be hidden from outsiders, but not from our own people.
A week ago, King Wrynn announced that he would inspect Redridge Mountains. At the same time, Duke Fordragon inspected East Elwynn Forest. If this could all be covered up under the guise of the internal affairs of the Kingdom of Stormwind.
Everyone understands the information that follows.
The First Naval Group of Stratholme went on a world tour and happened to arrive at Booty Bay. The Trident Regiment, after taking off their badges, went directly to the Nethergarde Keep.
All the Allied forces know that Trident must go first in every battle.
Their appearance also represents the coming of war.
Lodenson: "In order to avoid the worst situation, I dragged the 2nd and 3rd Divisions out of Fort Watch for training in the name of live fire."
Saslanan: "The mage group has given up taking turns and is on level 1 combat readiness."
And what about the trident?
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You may not believe it when you say it.
In the name of patrolling, these idiots drove an armored convoy out of Watchfort, headed south, and then...
As a signal flare went up into the sky, givemepower said: "I declare the Trident Drag Racing Conference to officially begin!"
They were driving a K75 armored personnel carrier.
This thing is not serious Earth World War II technology.
During World War II, Mao Xiong did not have the concept of armored personnel carriers. Instead, German armored personnel carriers had many branches and variants.
Although the sdkfz series is good and quite versatile, there is a serious problem: there are too many parts, which makes large-scale industrial production very disadvantageous.
Maozi's K75 is different. It uses parts from ordinary cars on a large scale. This dual-use design can be seamlessly switched when necessary, eliminating the need for the country to cause a lot of waste when switching between wartime and non-wartime situations.
The K75 adopts a relatively low shape. The engine is located on the right front of the vehicle body. It uses a 140-horsepower two-stroke four-cylinder diesel engine. This engine is directly borrowed from the artillery tractor engine.
You can imagine how violent this thing is.
McDonald's naturally created this thing for the purpose of facing the Dark Portal...
At this moment, this has become Trident's test car.
Yunwei's laughter echoed throughout the communication channel: "Hahaha! Can you keep up with my speed?"
Jun Muqi: "Don't let me catch up with you, hey hey hey when I catch up!"
Yunwei silently stepped on the accelerator to the bottom.
The engine roared like a beast roaring.
The armored personnel carrier, which could have carried 20 people, ran at a speed of 50 kilometers per hour in the hilly and uneven cursed land without a load.
"Go, go, go!"
"Yunwei, I'll give you 5 cents! Come on!"
The bad guys are all making noise.
Who knows, the next second, an evil existence will arrive unexpectedly.
"Zi!"
Strange noises.
As a professional fantasy version of the armored personnel carrier, it is basic to have holy light runes engraved on the outer armor.
The sand sculpture player reacted immediately.
Ouch, ouch, ouch: "Damn it! Shadow attack!?"
McDonald is very willing to spend money on armored vehicles. In the eyes of ordinary people, this is already a magic chariot. Generally speaking, the magic of a formal mage can be handled by a K75.
Of course, this thing is just a little better than an ordinary truck, and even the side armor is only 13 mm.
Jun Muqi, who was calling Bai Si just a second ago, is now very bald.
After a moment of dizziness, he realized that his head was missing.
The final sight was locked on a large red foot with only two front toes.
"Ah! It's Kazak! You don't even wear stockings, so it's hard for me to turn you into a girl in my imagination!"
Well, this is what is called refusing to repent until death, and will continue next time.
On the strangely colored earth of the Cursed Land, the air twisted, and what appeared was the figure of a demon. He had red skin, was nearly eight stories tall, had two pairs of curved horns on his head, and his upper body was
The human body is only covered with thick skin and has a pair of huge bat wings. The lower body is made of sheep's hooves and drags a long tail.
As soon as this demon appeared, he immediately burst out with unparalleled ferocity. He raised his arms high, and in his hand was a huge guillotine sword that looked a bit like a ruler, flashing with cold light.
"I am the great Lord Kazzak, a humble mortal! Submit under the invincible power of the Burning Legion! Kneel down!" The loud voice was powerful in all directions.
As soon as he arrived at the Cursed Land, the surrounding space began to vibrate, and even the steel plates of the Mao-type armored personnel carriers were creaking and shaking due to the vibrations coming from the earth.
His aura was so astonishing, as if a mortal's little heart would suffer a myocardial infarction at any time because it couldn't bear his huge pressure and die suddenly on the spot.
Sure enough, a bunch of Trident soldiers present jumped out of the car, knelt down, and screamed excitedly: "I am the supreme and omnipotent Great Demon Kazzak, I xxx am willing to surrender to the Burning Legion wholeheartedly, even at the cost of sacrifice.
My soul!"
At the far end, a group of Trident elite operators held their foreheads and did not look at those dirty gods.
Kazak was a little satisfied, but not satisfied enough. In his eyes, mortals should surrender when faced with pressure and bow before their heads.
Unexpectedly, those guys who knelt down and worshiped did not show any respect, but instead made demands.
Free Blue Bird: "Boss Kazzak, I don't ask for much, just two succubi. I will immediately switch to the Burning Legion."
The God of Tulips: "I have more, one on the left, one on the right, one in front and one behind, and a bed warmer, just add more ones with slippers in their mouths."
Kazak didn't finish listening, and his head was full of black threads: "What do you think of the great legions as official demons? They are your masters..."
Unexpectedly, the dirty gods all attacked together.
"Bah! If I don't send the succubus, I won't be able to enter the Burning Legion."
As soon as the words fell, Kazak's scalp went numb. He actually felt powerful evil spiritual power piercing his mind, and his body froze immediately.
The next second, a K75 armored personnel carrier loaded with holy water surged up the slope, flew up, and hit his big face head-on.
ps: If the number of updates written is written, it is usually from yesterday. If the number of updates is not written, it is usually a make-up update. It’s not that I want to fool everyone, but I think I can save a little bit by updating it, and there is still a chance to make up the update. But every time
If you write a supplementary update for the first time, you will be disliked...
