Chapter 192 Migang Raiders (1 more)

   Orgrim knew very well that the Orcs were already at a huge disadvantage.

From the very beginning, a few orcs could slaughter a village, a human army of 10,000 people could not resist a round of charges from a second-rate orc clan, and then the stalemate when attacking Stormwind City, and then the emergence of the human crossbow arrow flow, and then It's the gryphon bombing flow, the mortar flow.

The alliance of   humans, dwarves and elves almost came up with new jobs every once in a while, and the beastmen couldn't take care of themselves.

After the Warsong Division was crippled in Silverpine Forest and the main orcs were stuck in Quel'Thalas, Orgrim knew very well that being able to maintain the Southern Continent's turf was already great, especially in Gul'dan. After the traitors fled, the Dark Portal lost its host, and the orcs lost the means to continue to get reinforcements from their hometowns.

   Watching Derek vigorously propose to block the coastline, Orgrim fought hard: "Your proposal is good, but how do we defend it?"

   Derek had a headache for a while: "The most standard approach, of course, is to build large-scale coastal defenses in deep-water harbors where large ships may be parked, and place large-caliber artillery in bunkers by the sea..."

As the most knowledgeable among the orcs, Orgrim said, "We orcs don't have that many artillery pieces, so we can form a coastal defense battery or something. Maybe we can ask the dark iron dwarves to do it, but we can't do it in the short term. I heard that we are a human being. cannons for months."

   Derek was embarrassed, he wasn't a dude who didn't understand anything.

"To make a cannon, you must first have a steel factory, and then you need an munitions factory with a full set of equipment... If the dark iron dwarves start from scratch, they need to make clay molds from scratch and slowly debug them. It may take half a year, and then start from scratch. Call over from Dark Furnace City..."

   Hearing this, Orgrim's reddish-brown face almost turned green like his compatriots.

   "That's in the future, is there any way to make up for it?"

   "You can find out if there is a city defense cannon in the ruins of Stromgarde, and transfer it to the wetlands. Then do the same in the ruins of Stormwind City, and then transfer it to the Westfall area..."

   "The next question, with such a long coastline, how many guns do you plan to place and where?"

  Derrick's head is big, and the two small areas on the map actually each have a coastline of more than 100 kilometers. If you really want to follow his arrangement, you can't handle it without a thousand guns.

He sighed: "Okay, Warchief, I withdraw my coastal defense artillery plan. The only good thing here is that there are no deep-water harbors where large ships can be parked in these two areas. If the Alliance wants to land smoothly, it can only be in my Stop the ship in Stormwind, which is controlled by the party. Or in other areas, with terrible efficiency, use small sampans with no more than 10 people to go back and forth between the ship and the coast, and slowly land."

   Orgrim still appreciates Derek's interest. At least this plan is feasible: "I will send more troops to these two areas when I get ashore. In other words, when will I be able to reach the Swamp of Sorrows."

  Derrick had another headache: "Wait for the wind..."

   The main force of the Blackrock clan in Orgrim has been crawling on the sea for more than a month.

  The Kul Tirans are reluctant to run ships in the east of the Eastern Kingdom mainland. There is of course a reason for this. There is no wind here.

At the moment when    sailboats dominate the world, no wind or low wind speed is very fatal.

  There is wind, even if it is against the wind, you can rely on the jib to maintain the basic speed by taking an S-shaped route on the sea.

   That level 1 and 2 breeze, or headwind, is very torturous.

  This is why McDonald's has returned to the division, and the main force of Orgrim is still floating at sea. The worst thing is that many Blackrock orcs can't stand the torture of the boat, all kinds of vomiting and diarrhea, and the sanitary conditions are rapidly deteriorating.

   Fortunately, most sailors are already undead, otherwise it would be worse.

   Orgrim sighed and waved his hand helplessly: "Let's talk about it when we get ashore."

  Three days later, on the Wall of Thoradin, after seeing the glittering [Holy Grail Banner] appearing on this day, Grom felt a pain in his chest.

   That devil army is here again.

When    was replaced by other troops, Grom had to counter-charge everything he said, but the battle flag of the Silver Hand made him extinguish this careful thought.

   "Have you not been able to contact the warchief yet?" Grom asked the orc beside him.

   "No! Will the warchief..." The other orcs kept muttering in their hearts.

  The huge [Ghee Roar] slammed onto the ground, and the shocking sound made the audience go silent.

"Idiot! If the Alliance does kill the Warchief, we'll see his head! If we don't, it's fine! We are obliged to defend this front for the Orcs. However, there are only a few hard workers left on the outpost. Bar."

   has been abused a lot, and has been abused to a psychological shadow.

   As expected, not long after the strange sound of "bang bang bang" was heard in the distance, a large number of mortar shells fell on the wall of Thoradin's wall.

In order to facilitate the defense, Grom once asked the hard workers to build two rows of arrow towers at the top of the city. In the terrifying explosion, these arrow towers that took a lot of time to build did not play their due role and were easily turned into one by one. Huge torches and pieces of wood exploded all over the place.

   However, the orc defenders were fine.

  The Wall of Thoradin is not a complete solid wall. After the expansion of the Arathi Highlanders in 2800, the interior of the city wall also has a structure similar to a cave.

   That time, Lothar did not expect the appearance of a bug like the red dragon. Most of the main force was placed at the head of the city, and there was a tragedy that broke the city one day.

   Now that he knows that the human long-range firepower is fierce, Grom's arrangement is very thief. Unless a large number of humans attack the city, the main force of the orcs in the hiding cave will never come out.

   In terms of close-range melee, the orcs are really not afraid of anyone.

   This prudent style of play makes human mortars have little success.

   Originally thought that the human artillery would soon stop, and the infantry would come up.

  Grom didn't wait.

   There are hundreds of mortars on the human side in four shifts, every two hours.

   Orcs are suffocated!

   It looks like a cooking squad in an artillery company, wearing a green steel helmet and watching others fire!

   For several days, the battle between the Alliance and the Orcs seemed to be stalemate when the humans were not sending infantry to storm the city.

   Feeling aggrieved is one thing, and Grom is generally satisfied with the situation.

   "As long as the warchief comes back!"

   He didn't know that that night, in the wetlands hundreds of kilometers to the south, huge warships silently approached the deep-water harbor where Menethil Harbor was scheduled to be built.

   Alleria whistled: "Brothers and sisters! It's time for us to prove our worth!"

"Yes--"

   The boats were put down one by one, and the ranger troop headed by the three Windrunner sisters was in high spirits and set off towards the extremely clear outline of the shore in [Dark Vision].

   (end of this chapter)