No matter where in the world this thing is placed, it will be disgusting.
It feels good to lay a piece of cloth for a while, and it feels good to do it all the time.
As for the party that clears mines... they will probably be scolded as a crematorium!
Laying during World War II was basically done by hand.
Originally, McDonald's chose Maozi's [pomz type]. This thing is simple and crude, and only one manpower mine can be mined every minute.
But, the Alliance obviously doesn't want the tribe to have an easy time, and they signed the [Mutual Non-Aggression Pact] after all, so breaching the contract shouldn't be too ugly.
Then, the magical transformation appeared.
Mine car!
There were mine-laying ships during World War II on Earth, but there were no serious mine-laying vehicles.
This couldn't stop the elite operators. The Alliance killed a group of demons in Hellfire Peninsula. The operators modified the transport vehicles used by the Burning Legion to transport fel artillery and installed minelayers on both wings. This thing is like a multi-barrel
Rocket launcher, but with less propulsion.
Anyway, driving a car at a speed of 40 kilometers per hour, you can release hundreds of anti-infantry mines by pressing a button.
Of course, Mr. Mai carefully studied the nearby terrain to make the color of the mines closer to the natural environment. At the same time, in order to prevent the tribe's dancing master shaman from sensing these things that are quite disharmonious compared to nature, he also carefully prepared
Iron mines, ceramic mines, etc.
After making full use of small tricks such as chain mine explosions on the earth, this minefield has become so cruel that even the players themselves cannot bear to look directly at it.
An aboveboard alliance would definitely not be able to do such a thing.
Therefore, the final step of production is all completed by players who are equally bad-tempered - yes, that is to mark the parts with the Burning Legion's mark.
The production level of all components is comparable to the level of Gurgan engineers of the Burning Legion.
Besides, when laying mines, those outside the car were the demons led by the dirty god warlock...
Grab the bamboo shoots!
McDonald felt that with the current level of moral integrity in the alliance, the Pandaren probably wouldn't survive.
The only thing MacDonald didn't expect was that Queen Xi would see through it.
On this day, Queen Xi just got out from under the table. While wiping her mouth, she suddenly said, "Have you prepared anything in the southwest of Zangarmarsh?"
"Well, I really can't fool you with anything."
"It's okay. I support whatever you do. I don't want to see the orcs suffer."
Alas, it really is good to have a caring girl. She understands me so well.
Over there, Sal, who didn't know what he would encounter on the road ahead, was loudly calling on his men to move forward.
Fish Slaas are fierce, but they are so big that they can't make waves in many shallow waterways. After going back and forth, the tribe figured out the rules of this fish's troubles.
On the one hand, Thrall organized a group of tribal heroes to ambush Yuzilla at a suitable place, and on the other hand, he marched through the swamp passages that would not be affected by Yuzilla.
Without the interference of Naga, the ogres and fungus giants were no match for the wolf-like tribal army.
Tribe A stepped forward, and the tribe won at a relatively small cost.
As for logistics, this is the home ground of the orcs. With the copper-skinned iron stomach of the orcs, what can they eat? As long as it is not dirt and can be swallowed, nothing can stop the orcs.
until……
"Bang!"
An orc has ascended to heaven!
The orc, who weighed more than 400 kilograms, seemed to have learned the secret skills of the Hellscream family and flew more than ten meters high. Unfortunately, he only learned half of it. Before the person reached the air, the whole person disintegrated and scattered evenly into two to three hundred pieces, filthy.
The blood rain was scattered over an area of dozens of square meters.
"What's going on?" The captain leading the team did not believe in evil.
There's no way around it, there are a lot of things in this damn world that cannibalize and harm people.
The orcs couldn't figure out whether the explosion just now was a man-made thing or something else.
But not long after walking, another orc appeared in the sky.
As we walked further, another orc appeared in the sky.
This situation made the commander's scalp numb.
No orc would be afraid of a serious enemy attack, and an unexpected explosion would be uncomfortable.
An orc scout reported that there were traces of fel energy at the location of the explosion.
Could this... be the demon of the Burning Legion?
As casualties continued to appear, the advance stalled.
It happened that Thrall failed to catch the fish Silla over there, and the fish monster Boss was a thief, and he couldn't catch it at all. So Thrall brought the tribe's heroes over.
"There's no trap at all!" Brainless yelled, not believing in evil, and strode across the seemingly empty canyon mountain road, and then...
"Bang!"
The whole body was filled with [angry] and the brainless roar could not reach the sky, so he also threw himself on the street. The most unlucky thing was that he was so lucky that he stepped on a small chain minefield and suddenly exploded into a ball with "Bang Bang Bang!"
Orcs are the representative characters of "I am thinking, I am made of copper skin and iron bones". Of course, ordinary mine charges cannot kill the hero, Brainless Howl, but they will leave him covered in scratches, disgraced and miserable.
This time, Thrall and other tribal leaders were shocked.
"Wait! I found out what that is." Vol'jin, the most eagle-eyed, lay down carefully, then approached in an almost crawling posture, and gently rummaged with his spear, finally finding a piece in the soil that was about the size of an orc's palm.
'Tiny' mine.
Vol'jin turned over the blade of the spear, used the horizontal blade to pick out the mine, and handed it to the tauren chief Kane.
Brother Niu understood, prepared himself, mustered up [anger], and then tapped lightly with his thick totem pole weapon.
"Bang!"
The mine was under pressure and triggered an explosion on the spot.
The exploding shrapnel couldn't hurt the tribal leaders, but the scattered shrapnel left frost on their faces.
This thing is disgusting!
"The Alliance? The Burning Legion?" Vol'jin asked in a low voice.
There is indeed a small amount of evil energy at the scene, and there are also traces of the craftsmen of the Burning Legion. For some reason, Thrall and Vol'jin thought of the same prisoner.
I have to say that smart people all thought of it together.
"Open the way with an iron chariot?" Vol'jin suggested.
Sal shook his head: "It can't be driven."
The poor terrain of the swamp really made Thrall lose his temper. Due to the serious lack of technical power, it was useless for the tribe to recruit the goblin engineering team. The weight of the Iron Horde version of the steel chariot was ridiculous, and none weighed less than 100 tons.
In order to protect the Alliance artillery, the protective power was extremely impressive, and the weight was also increased.
This becomes completely unsuitable for swamp terrain.
At this time, Brainless Roar smiled mischievously: "I have an idea."
After he finished talking about his plan, Thrall was silent for a long time.
On one side was integrity, on the other side were long-lost compatriots. After thinking about it, Sal agreed.
As a result, a large number of spore people were driven over.
A physical mine clearance operation begins...
However, it has no effect.
It didn't matter if he saw the spore man walking by, but when it was the orc's turn to walk up, he had to go to heaven.
"What the hell is going on!?" Sal was a little crazy.
The same question was asked after Queen Xi saw the live broadcast.
While trying to master the Fengxing Tower with one hand, McDonald revealed the truth after failing: "The triggering pressure value of the mine is set at 150 kilograms."
