Stratholme God

Chapter 133 I Will Take the Lead in the Charge (4 more)
(Leader gavemepower plus 8/20)
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"We've lost a lot of people! Radu is dead, Ripper is dead."

"Human soldiers cannot be killed."

"We tore down their walls."

"Their gates are softer than the skin of a warg."

The orc soldiers are generally illiterate, and those with some brains used to be shamans, but now they are mostly tricked into becoming warlocks. Anyway, these big bosses, even the orc chiefs have a headache when they ask questions.

Although there are a lot of dead people today, it gave the chiefs hope - the seemingly impenetrable defense of human beings seems to be not very good!
"Orgrim is a coward! He was scared away by the human garbage wall." The chief of the Greenfang clan said.

"Yes! He is a bitch! Have you noticed that he has lost most of his beard." The chief of the Dogpaw clan echoed.

These third-rate clan chiefs who didn't even leave their names in history spoke bad things about Orgrim.

Don't blame them, these big bosses are very simple-minded, the one who can lead them to defeat the enemy and get a better hunting ground is a good chief.

After fighting with the new chief for more than half a year, what have I got? Pieces of 'barren' land.Without the large prey they dreamed of, there are only some unknown food (wheat or something), which cannot feed the tribe at all.

They began to wonder if it was the right decision to abandon their hometown and come here.

Meanwhile, Orgrim's prestige diminishes as he sheds his hair.

Orcs worship strength and masculinity!
A bald head is actually okay, but without a beard, it looks very girly.

The disrespect of the orcs towards Orgrim is growing.

In fact, if given a choice, Orgrim would not want to keep these useless chieftains whose brains are half muscular.He really has no one left.

Anyone with a little brain, such as Kilrogg* Dead Eye, was left to him to besiege Ironforge.

He understood that in order to disable human beings, he had to capture the capital of their kingdom.Once the capital is captured, the country will be destroyed, and the power of human resistance will be greatly reduced at once.

Relatively speaking, Stratholme, which is not the capital, although it has a strong army, is still not the focus of the strategy.

Then something happened.

Beginning in the first ten days of February, when these chiefs lost contact with Orgrim, they violated the orders of the great chiefs on their own initiative and stormed the Sodoril Fortress.

Macdonald naturally smirked, accepting the orc's offensive.

After being beaten for three days in a row, the outermost ice wall was smashed to pieces, leaving only dozens of icicles.The battle shifted to the second wall, a traditional rammed earth wall.

Generally speaking, as long as the craftsmanship is qualified, the city wall covered with rammed earth and bricks can withstand the bombardment of trebuchets.

However, someone was full of bad water, not only the city wall was cut corners, but also the four bastions on both sides of the bridge were seriously scratched.

Because the bastion adopts a sloped structure, it is originally anti-cannonball, and the extremely rough wooden trebuchet of the orcs cannot be broken at all.Hit it with a siege engine, and throw a poke of kerosene down from time to time, letting the orcs be themselves in the fire.

If you want to get in, you can't do it. The only entrance to this bastion is on the third floor, and it's extremely narrow. Humans can enter, but orcs can't.

What's more, there are always only sparse arrows shot down on the bastion, and it may not be able to kill an orc in a few minutes, and the orc simply ignores it.

Basically, the daily process is that the orcs braved the rain of arrows, pushed the catapult across the river to tear down the city wall, and fought with the human soldiers guarding the city wall.

How many humans have been killed, the orcs can't count, they only see the results of their struggle.

The second wall was breached on the fourth day of the storm.

It's a pity that the human city walls are taller than the other, and the orcs can't occupy them at all. Every time the orcs rush to the top of the city wall, they will be shot to death by the crossbow arrows shot from the higher wall behind.

Basically, before night falls, the orcs will be beaten back to the other side of the bridge by the humans who suddenly exert their strength.

However, humans have not repaired the city wall, or the progress is very slow.

Time entered the second half of February, and a total of four city walls had been broken.

This made the chiefs excited.

"If you work harder, you can break all the walls of human beings and enter that rich land!"

"Have you heard? There are countless giant beasts in Stan's territory for us to hunt and kill."

I don't know when, this very outrageous rumor spread among the orcs, and even attracted the orc clans who used to hang out in Alterac.

When the orcs were about to move and were about to launch a general attack, McDonald was at the headquarters, meeting the bright eyes of his subordinates: Rivendell, Celijek, Abedis, Kurtaz, Gavinrad* Doom, and Tirion Fordring.

Among this group of people who have left their names in history, McDonald's real direct subordinates are actually the first two, and the rest are either guest troops or come to play guest roles.

McDonald had to reuse them. The result of excessive violence was a serious shortage of generals, not to mention excellent ones, and there was no way to find qualified ones.

Even for the above group of people, except for Abidis' strength, they can barely lead [-] soldiers at most.

This is caused by the lack of military common sense.

Leading soldiers these days is a secret that is not passed on, basically taught by one's own ancestors or knight masters.

How to lead troops, how to set up a camp, and how to manage logistics are all very personal experiences.

How can there be so much theoretical knowledge of the traversers.

In the end, there were 30 people, excluding the immobile garrison, there were still 20 people. Except for the above-mentioned people, the rest of the army leaders were all sand sculpture players, cough, elite operators.

Don't brag or criticize, the traversers have much better common sense in leading troops than these indigenous heroes.

Those who have played the "Total War" series, at least know the heavy infantry resistance line, light infantry side attack, cavalry back assault, and how to use long-range troops to shoot the enemy's flank.

Those who have played the "Sim City" series are all talents who build barracks and logistics equipment assembly lines.Know how to mix ingredients and whatnot.

Then there is "Tong Nine Years, Ru Hexiu", an adult who came out of the Celestial Dynasty, and his mental calculations are all awesome.

All of the above made McDonald's first choice when choosing the commander of the army is the operators.

[Scorching Dawn in the Vault] said: "We can't stay here forever, but it's okay to help you start the game. I hope you will come back to help after you have settled this parallel world."

McDonald smiled at them.

"Very good! Since all legions have more than two combat experiences, let's end this farce."

Step out of the headquarters and come to the giant square east of the innermost city wall.

Twelve legions lined up in a neat phalanx of ten thousand people, three by four, presented in front of McDonnell.

The magician has prepared the wind system's loudspeaker magic.

The voice of the young duke echoed throughout the square, except for his voice, the 10,000+ people were completely silent.He stood on top of a high bunker, facing everyone, and the early spring sun just passed through the dark clouds and shone on him.

It seems that at this moment, the ancestors of the heavens are paying attention to him.

"2800 years ago, Emperor Thoradin had no choice but to lead our ancestors to fight against the powerful troll legion with great courage, ending the brutal rule of the troll empire and allowing us humans to multiply on this land live!"

"After 2800 years, another group of green-skinned monsters slaughtered our compatriots in the same way! Burned our farmland! Destroyed our city! We also—have no choice—"

"Today is the time for us to fight! It is the time for us to tell our enemies with blood and fire, with knives and swords - we are still the masters of this land!"

McDonnell raised the sword in his hand high, and the light shone everywhere!

"Sword in hand! Come with me!"

"I will—take! Head! Charge! Charge!"

(End of this chapter)