Chapter 899 Surrounded, pinched!

Seeing my beloved horse foaming and twitching all over, the faces of the wolf cavalry were flushed and their shoulders trembling uncontrollably, as if their wife ran for someone else, ah no, for the wolf cavalry, it might be their own Wife is really not as important as the wolf.

After all, the wives are usually robbed. The powerful clans rob the weak ones, and then divide the population, livestock and food. At this time, it depends on whether your hands are fast enough, and you can grab a big yellow flower beast girl and bring it home to you. If you don't wash it fast enough, you won't even be able to get a piece of cloth.

  The status of the women who were snatched back is naturally low and pitiful. In fact, it is not surprising. After all, wolves are equipment. If there are wolves, they can **** them. Without wolves, they are the ones snatched! Even for some wolf cavalry, this wolf is their only property.

  The wolf cavalry with grief and anger roared and took out their weapons and prepared to find those **** humans to settle accounts. The leader was the dead pet Rexxar, and Thrall didn't even know how to persuade these men.

So in the middle of the night, roaring orc soldiers were beaten across the field under the flares, just like the neon princes who launched a long-lived charge on the island of Guadalcanal. It is a pity that they are not opposite Ma Run, if it is Ma Run. , The firepower is even more fierce than the Kul Tiran sailors.

  The Beastmaster Rexxar, who took the lead in the charge, fell first, and six Gatling shot him a full magazine. Rexxar, who had been shot seventeen shots, was taken off the battlefield first.

The horseless charge of the cavalry had a little effect. Dozens of orc soldiers took advantage of the chaos and rushed into the defensive line. The big swords in their hands slashed down and brought down hundreds of unlucky sailors, because they didn't fight the night battle. It took a long time for these sailors to distinguish the enemy, and the orcs were completely blindfolded.

  But that was the result of the battle. When the sky showed a hint of white belly, the corpses of orcs were already lying outside the third line of defense, and the water of the swamp was stained red with blood, and many scavengers were already eating.

   "Lok’TarOgar!"

Without waiting for the sun to rise, waves of green tides once again rushed towards the alliance positions. This time the orcs were very stubborn. Several ten thousand groups took turns to attack. In order to curb the orcs' crazy attack, the imperial consultant had to do it for the first time. All the staff were ordered to fire, but the orcs abruptly suffered tens of thousands of casualties, forcing the machine gun crew to cease fire, because the barrel of the gun was too hot and the clean cooling water was used up.

  "Withdrawal!"

  The third line of defense, the fourth line of defense. Within a day, the Kul Tiran sailors retreated and then retreated, directly retreating to the fifth line of defense, which was also the last line of defense.

  Of course, the tribe also suffered heavy losses. In just four days, Thrall had lost 110,000 people. If he wanted to fight again, he would have to recruit the bulls of Thunder Bluff to participate in the battle.

  In fact, the cows have already participated in the battle, but they are not on the front line, but as healers taking care of the few wounded soldiers.

   "Warchief, are we still fighting?"

   "You must fight!"

Thrall knows that the tribe is already riding a tiger. Whether it’s making peace or retreating, it is a heavy blow to the tribe, because the alliance can continue to attack without giving the tribe a chance to breathe, and the whole tribe is afraid that it will continue to lose blood. It's going to be finished!

  Only by winning this battle, the tribe can get the opportunity of first-line cultivation!

   "Keep on attacking! Give or win, or give me death!"

  The roaring green tide once again crossed the river valleys and shallows, silt and ponds, and fell one by one in the roar of bullet rain.

  Day and night, the tribe once again left a total of 30,000 corpses on this day, and the news that surprised Thrall has not even been delivered.

  After two days and one night of fierce fighting at sea, the last battleship of the orc and goblin combined fleet was sent to the bottom of the sea. The sea was full of orcs and goblin corpses, and there were also escape boats that were put down in an emergency.

  Then these ships were sent to the bottom of the sea by Gatling one by one. After all, orcs are just hateful, but goblins are hateful and hateful, and the boats are full of these two creatures.

After annihilating the tribal navy, the Kul Tiras fleet immediately turned around and hit the beach at full speed. Then the sailors unloaded the ship’s machine guns and artillery, and dragged heavy weapons on their shoulders against horses. As for the warships that hit the beach, The ship's rudder was completely destroyed by the fleet commander, and no one was left on the ship. Their task was to cut off the tribe's back path, and then put two breads together.

Do you still remember the Miss 75 and the unscrupulous guns deployed on the beach defense line? Dai Lin strictly ordered these gun groups not to fire, just to wait for this day. Once the double-teaming is completed, the 75 shrapnels should be loaded. Miss has a hot pot.

  When the tribe behind was caught off guard, tens of thousands of Kul Tiran sailors flew out several paths along Dustwallow Marsh to the Barrens, and led by the dwarf gryphon rider, directly blasting the tribe’s rear guard.

  Especially the Griffin Riders of the Wildhammer dwarves. They were surrounded by orcs for a long time. Beer and bread were nothing. Although the wow dwarves didn’t write a book of hatred, they still held hatred.

Although because of the undead natural disasters, the dwarves can provide little support to Dai Lin, but these three hundred wildhammer knights are really elite, each can throw the storm hammer, and now they have brought a burst grenade rifle and a twenty A pack of grenades.

  Hammers and bombs sent shoddy orc arrow towers to the sky one by one. The orc soldiers inside were either bloodied by a hammer or corpses bombed by a grenade.

  Some troll hunters also wanted to use the javelin to defend against the air. As a result, the javelin did not even touch the fur of the griffon, and they became the target of the grenade instead.

  Air-burst grenades and bouncing grenades crackled and blasted the orcs from behind. The hard labor and livestock ran around, and the war machinery and grain depots were torched.

  When Thrall learned the news, the sailors responsible for the break had already started digging trenches and erecting artillery.

   "What? Humans appear behind us? Are there free knights and new artillery?"

  Thar suddenly felt that something was wrong. If the humans in the rear had strong support firepower, why didn’t the enemy they face use it?

  After learning that a broken-back thousand-five regiment had been killed in battle, Thrall ordered the entire army to attack backwards without hesitation, and must penetrate the human defense line.

   "Why, warchief, how much sacrifice did we make?"

   "If we also have new human artillery on our front, why don't they use it?"

   "You mean?"

  The only troll deputy, Vol'jin, who was still unscathed, also changed his face.

  "They are waiting for an opportunity to use, an opportunity that can maximize their artillery advantage without prematurely attacking the snake!"

"It's now!"

  (End of this chapter)