Everyone praises the Alliance tank force for its awesomeness.
The alliance's propaganda is also like this, as if there are no more perfect eggs under the steel tracks.
In fact, as a time traveler, McDonald is the most sober one.
How can a tank be so awesome? Let alone artillery and armor, its poor off-road capability is an absolute Achilles’ heel.
There is a very simple way to stop all Alliance tanks - dig anti-tank trenches!
A trench more than 10 meters wide and 5 meters deep is enough to make life worse for most tank soldiers. If a tank is stuck in it, it will be impossible to get out.
During World War II on Earth, anti-tank trenches were often dug as deep as possible, and anti-tank mines were buried underneath the trenches.
Most of the trenches on the earth are dug by construction machinery, such as bulldozers and excavators. They can dig out eight horizontal and eight vertical trenches for you on the battlefield in minutes.
Horizontal trenches are easy to understand, but vertical trenches are often pits. If you really follow the route planned by the defender, it will be a lot of fun.
Ordinary artillery, which costs about a few tenths of the cost, earns you a tank. I wonder if you will lose money.
Switch to Azeroth and just let the orcs get a sapper shovel. The speed of manpower digging is not necessarily much lower than that of your excavator, and it is also more fuel-efficient.
Despite the hype, McDonald knew very well that the future of alliance mechanization is definitely not tanks, but mecha troops. All along, they have spent great efforts to steal various technologies, and also forced blood elf craftsmen and dwarves to
Craftsmen work day and night on research and development for this purpose.
Ashenvale and Felwood are typical terrains where tanks cannot be used.
Such a complex terrain is naturally dominated by rangers and other forest people.
There is another problem. The Dark Elves love the forest as much as their souls. The Burning Legion destroyed the forest, and of course they fought tooth and nail with the demons. If the human army, which is an ally, destroyed the forest... ahem, who can guarantee that the Dark Elves will not withdraw from the alliance?
The night elves are so difficult to maintain.
Send out mecha troops on the designated route and drive the demons back to Mount Hyjal as soon as possible. A mountain battle is better than a jungle battle. This is McDonald's plan.
But the biggest obstacle to this plan is the night elves themselves!
As soon as MacDonald opened his mouth, a group of high-ranking priests from the Sisterhood of Elune around Tyrande jumped to their feet. Before Tyrande could say anything, they almost shouted at MacDonald.
"No! Those giant mechas will destroy our forest."
"There are no roads in the forest for mechas to pass."
…
Barabara, it's as noisy as a vegetable market.
McDonald wasn't annoyed either. He sat back on the chair, folded his arms, crossed his legs, and watched them squirting. He didn't even stare at Tyrande, and didn't bother to give the night elf high priest any attention.
Apply pressure.
Tyrande did not speak to McDonald, and gritted his teeth: "XXX and XXXX, in the name of Elune, the goddess of the moon, I order you to take your own troops and immediately go to Felwood Forest to attack the Burning Legion. If you can't stop it,
Die there!"
The atmosphere suddenly froze, and several high-ranking female priests who had been domineering just now stood there as if they were dumbfounded.
Tyrande raised his sword eyebrows and looked sharply: "What? Can't you hear the order? Is it because you are deaf or has a bad brain? Or am I, the spokesperson of the goddess, unable to use my words? Also, let Fandral * Deer
Helm’s Claw Druid troops are coming too!”
The atmosphere in the Astrana headquarters immediately dropped to freezing point.
But, what can those high-ranking priests say?
Guarding the Holy Mountain of Hyjal was originally the duty they agreed upon with the Aspect Dragon, and it was the price they paid for enjoying endless lifespan and eternal youth.
For thousands of years before the emergence of the Alliance, this honor and responsibility belonged to them.
Everyone knew that the Night Elves alone could not handle it with their small strength, but if the Alliance was required to provide help, and the Alliance was not given a free hand to fight, the other leaders did not know that McDonald would definitely give up the burden.
The Stratholme people, the fastest in the entire alliance, are on strike. Then wait for the reinforcements from other alliance countries to arrive... Haha! Are they here to collect the corpses of the Dark Elf?
On the magic mirror, no matter which screen is cut to it, the night elves troops are retreating steadily.
Countless small demons cooperated with the mountain giants corrupted by the fel slurry, and the large tree men crushed the night elf troops. Basically, the only thing that the dark elf had the power to fight was the two-headed chimera troops. But this is so powerful.
The number of raptors was too small to turn the tide of the war.
So Tyrande made a decision - she sent the two most conservative and stubborn high-ranking priests together with Fandral's iron staff to deliver food.
Finally, when all the Dark Elf executives dispersed, and only Tyrande and McDonald were left in the corner of the military meeting hall, Tyrande asked with a livid face, "If I insist on not allowing the alliance troops to destroy
Forest, what would you do?"
McDonald took a cup of black tea from Maiev, blew on it, shook the cup, and took a sip: "The alliance will fully respect the independence, territorial integrity and religious beliefs of each member country. If the throne meeting votes to pass
, the Stratholme ranger troops and Gilnean werewolf troops will enter Felwood as soon as possible..."
Without finishing that part of the story, other troops will naturally be unable to help.
You want the horse to be a thousand-mile horse, and you want the horse not to eat grass. How can it be so cheap?
"Where are the Trident troops?" Tyrande was somewhat unwilling to give up.
"Transformed." McDonald snapped his fingers, and a Trident officer immediately trotted over. McDonald raised his eyelids and said, "Tell the high priest, your current occupation is..."
[Spacetime Ranger] puffed out his chest: "The glorious new type of person, ah, is a Gundam pilot!"
If you are poor, use three-and-three tactics; if you are rich, use cannon to clear the way.
In the past, when I just came through, I had no choice but to serve as a chopper team for you. Now that we have Gundam, even if it is a prototype machine, who the hell is going to engage in hand-to-hand combat with you?
Mecha is a man’s romance!
Those who don’t know how to go to the ground will never be a top soldier again in this life, unless...you increase the money!
Tyrande refused to open the country's borders, refused to open a Gundam, and refused to offer an elf girl. Of course, the Trident went on strike.
This group of sand sculptures stood out and refused to be infantry, which really made Tyrande choke to the point of vomiting blood.
The advantage of McDonald's unwillingness to marry Tyrande was revealed at this moment.
You and I are male to female, and since we don’t sleep on the same pillow, we don’t even have to blow the pillow wind.
It was not that there were no dark elves around Macdonken, but when Tyrande saw Maiev's face, she immediately knew that even speaking out would have the opposite effect.
Maiev: Tyrande, you still owe me the throne of the High Priestess of the Moon Goddess.
McDonald's attitude was this: At worst, you can't handle the Dark Elf, so let the Burning Legion fight their way out of the Dark Elf's territory, and then it will be the alliance's main force's turn.
Sure enough, news came back a day later that all the blocking troops sent by Tyrande were wiped out.
The picture that was sent back was too cruel. This might be the legendary ‘Shattered Peace’!
