Stratholme God
Chapter 192 Mi Harbor Raiders (1 more)
Chapter 192 Mi Harbor Raiders (1 more)
Orgrim knew very well that the orcs were at a huge disadvantage.
From the very beginning, a few orcs could slaughter a village, a human army of ten thousand people could not resist a second-rate orc clan's charge, then to the stalemate when attacking Stormwind City, to the appearance of human crossbow arrows, and then It's the griffin bomb flow, the mortar flow.
The alliance formed by humans, dwarves, and elves almost started new jobs every now and then, beating the orcs until they couldn't take care of themselves.
After the Warsong Master was crippled in Silverpine Forest, and the main force of the orcs was stuck in Quel'Thalas, Orgrim knew very well that it was already remarkable to be able to maintain the territory of the Southern Continent, especially in Gul'dan. After the traitors fled, the Dark Portal lost its host, and the orcs also lost the means to continue to receive reinforcements from their hometown.
Watching Derek vigorously propose to block the coastline, Orgrim braced himself: "Your proposal is good, but how should we defend?"
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 berth, and place large-caliber artillery in bunkers by the sea..."
As the most knowledgeable among the orcs, Orgrim said: "We orcs don't have so many artillery pieces, and we can form coastal defense forts or something. Maybe we can ask the black iron dwarves to do it, but we can't do it in the short term. I heard that being a human The cannon will take months."
Derek froze, he wasn't some dumb dude who didn't know anything.
"To make a cannon, you first need a steel factory, and then you need a munitions factory with a full set of equipment... If the Dark Iron Dwarves start from scratch, they need to make clay models from scratch and adjust them slowly. It may take half a year. Transfer from Darkforge City..."
Hearing this, Orgrim's reddish-brown face almost turned green like his brethren.
"That's in the future, is there any way to make up for it?"
"You can look for city defense cannons in the ruins of Stromgarde, and transfer them to the wetlands. Then do the same in the ruins of Stormwind City, and then transfer them to the Westfall area..."
"The next question is, how many guns do you plan to place on such a long coastline, and where are you going to put them?"
Derek has a big head, and the two small areas on the map actually each have a coastline of more than 2 kilometers.If you really want to follow his arrangement, it won't work without a thousand guns.
He sighed: "Okay, big chief, I will take back my coastal defense artillery plan. The only good news here is that there are no deep-water harbors where large ships can be parked in these two areas. Or in other areas with extremely bad efficiency, use a small sampan 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 sense of humor. At least this plan is feasible: "After I go ashore, I will send more troops to these two areas. By the way, when will I be able to reach the Swamp of Sorrows?"
Derek 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 people of Kul Tiras are unwilling to run their ships to the east of the Eastern Kingdom continent. Of course, there is a reason for this. There is not much wind here.
At the moment when sailboats dominate the world, no wind or low wind speed is a terrible thing.
When there is wind, even if it is against the wind, you can rely on the spinnaker and follow the S-shaped route on the sea to maintain the basic speed.
The level 1 or 2 breeze, or the headwind, is very tormenting.
This is why Macdonald has returned to the division, and Orgrim's main force is still floating on the sea. The worst thing is that many Blackrock orcs can't stand the torture of the boat, and they vomit and diarrhea, and the sanitary conditions are rapidly deteriorating.
Fortunately, most of the sailors are already undead, otherwise it would be even worse.
Orgrim sighed and waved his hands helplessly: "Let's talk about it when we get ashore."
Three days later, at Thoradin's Wall, after seeing the glittering golden [Battle Banner of the Holy Grail] appear on this day, Grom felt a pain in the ass.
That army of devils has come again.
Switching to other troops, Grom would charge back at everything he said, but the battle flag of the Silver Hand made him extinguish this little thought.
"Have you not been able to contact the chief?" Grom asked the orcs beside him.
"No! Will the great chief..." The other orcs kept muttering in their hearts.
The huge [Blood Roar] slammed on the ground, and the shocking sound made the audience quiet.
"Idiot! If the alliance really kills the warchief, we will see his head! If we don't see it, then it's okay! We are obliged to hold this front for the orcs. However, there are only a few peons on the sentry tower Bar."
I have been abused so much that I have been tortured out of my psychological shadow.
As expected, shortly after the strange sound of "bang bang bang" was heard in the distance, a large number of mortar shells fell on the top of Thoradin's Wall.
In order to facilitate defense, Grom once asked the laborers to build two rows of arrow towers at the top of the city. Amid the terrible explosion, these arrow towers, which took a lot of work to build, did not play their due role and easily turned into one by one. The huge torch exploded and scattered wood chips all over the sky.
However, the orc defenders were fine.
The Wall of Thoradin is not a completely solid wall. After 2800 years of expansion by the Arathi Highlanders, the inside of the city wall also has a structure similar to a cave for hiding soldiers.
At that time, Lothar did not expect the appearance of a bug creature like a red dragon, and most of the main force was placed at the top of the city, so there was a tragedy of breaking the city one day.
Now knowing that humans have fierce long-range firepower, Grom's arrangement is very stupid. Unless a large number of humans attack the top of the city, the main force of the orcs in the hiding cave will never come out.
In terms of melee at close range, the orcs have never been afraid of anyone.
This kind of prudent play made the human mortars have nothing to gain.
I thought that the human artillery would stop soon, 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. The number of shells is not much, and it is continuous, without a moment's rest.
The orcs are aggrieved!
It's like the cooking squad in the artillery company, wearing a green helmet and watching others fire!
For several days in a row, when humans did not send infantry to attack the city, the war between the alliance and the orcs seemed to be at a stalemate.
Being aggrieved is one thing, and Grom is generally satisfied with the situation.
"Just hold on until the chief comes back!"
He didn't know that that night, in the wetland hundreds of kilometers to the south, huge battleships approached the deep-water harbor where Menethil Harbor was planned to be built.
Alleria roared: "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 full of energy, heading towards the extremely clear outline of the shore in [Dark Vision].
(End of this chapter)
Orgrim knew very well that the orcs were at a huge disadvantage.
From the very beginning, a few orcs could slaughter a village, a human army of ten thousand people could not resist a second-rate orc clan's charge, then to the stalemate when attacking Stormwind City, to the appearance of human crossbow arrows, and then It's the griffin bomb flow, the mortar flow.
The alliance formed by humans, dwarves, and elves almost started new jobs every now and then, beating the orcs until they couldn't take care of themselves.
After the Warsong Master was crippled in Silverpine Forest, and the main force of the orcs was stuck in Quel'Thalas, Orgrim knew very well that it was already remarkable to be able to maintain the territory of the Southern Continent, especially in Gul'dan. After the traitors fled, the Dark Portal lost its host, and the orcs also lost the means to continue to receive reinforcements from their hometown.
Watching Derek vigorously propose to block the coastline, Orgrim braced himself: "Your proposal is good, but how should we defend?"
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 berth, and place large-caliber artillery in bunkers by the sea..."
As the most knowledgeable among the orcs, Orgrim said: "We orcs don't have so many artillery pieces, and we can form coastal defense forts or something. Maybe we can ask the black iron dwarves to do it, but we can't do it in the short term. I heard that being a human The cannon will take months."
Derek froze, he wasn't some dumb dude who didn't know anything.
"To make a cannon, you first need a steel factory, and then you need a munitions factory with a full set of equipment... If the Dark Iron Dwarves start from scratch, they need to make clay models from scratch and adjust them slowly. It may take half a year. Transfer from Darkforge City..."
Hearing this, Orgrim's reddish-brown face almost turned green like his brethren.
"That's in the future, is there any way to make up for it?"
"You can look for city defense cannons in the ruins of Stromgarde, and transfer them to the wetlands. Then do the same in the ruins of Stormwind City, and then transfer them to the Westfall area..."
"The next question is, how many guns do you plan to place on such a long coastline, and where are you going to put them?"
Derek has a big head, and the two small areas on the map actually each have a coastline of more than 2 kilometers.If you really want to follow his arrangement, it won't work without a thousand guns.
He sighed: "Okay, big chief, I will take back my coastal defense artillery plan. The only good news here is that there are no deep-water harbors where large ships can be parked in these two areas. Or in other areas with extremely bad efficiency, use a small sampan 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 sense of humor. At least this plan is feasible: "After I go ashore, I will send more troops to these two areas. By the way, when will I be able to reach the Swamp of Sorrows?"
Derek 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 people of Kul Tiras are unwilling to run their ships to the east of the Eastern Kingdom continent. Of course, there is a reason for this. There is not much wind here.
At the moment when sailboats dominate the world, no wind or low wind speed is a terrible thing.
When there is wind, even if it is against the wind, you can rely on the spinnaker and follow the S-shaped route on the sea to maintain the basic speed.
The level 1 or 2 breeze, or the headwind, is very tormenting.
This is why Macdonald has returned to the division, and Orgrim's main force is still floating on the sea. The worst thing is that many Blackrock orcs can't stand the torture of the boat, and they vomit and diarrhea, and the sanitary conditions are rapidly deteriorating.
Fortunately, most of the sailors are already undead, otherwise it would be even worse.
Orgrim sighed and waved his hands helplessly: "Let's talk about it when we get ashore."
Three days later, at Thoradin's Wall, after seeing the glittering golden [Battle Banner of the Holy Grail] appear on this day, Grom felt a pain in the ass.
That army of devils has come again.
Switching to other troops, Grom would charge back at everything he said, but the battle flag of the Silver Hand made him extinguish this little thought.
"Have you not been able to contact the chief?" Grom asked the orcs beside him.
"No! Will the great chief..." The other orcs kept muttering in their hearts.
The huge [Blood Roar] slammed on the ground, and the shocking sound made the audience quiet.
"Idiot! If the alliance really kills the warchief, we will see his head! If we don't see it, then it's okay! We are obliged to hold this front for the orcs. However, there are only a few peons on the sentry tower Bar."
I have been abused so much that I have been tortured out of my psychological shadow.
As expected, shortly after the strange sound of "bang bang bang" was heard in the distance, a large number of mortar shells fell on the top of Thoradin's Wall.
In order to facilitate defense, Grom once asked the laborers to build two rows of arrow towers at the top of the city. Amid the terrible explosion, these arrow towers, which took a lot of work to build, did not play their due role and easily turned into one by one. The huge torch exploded and scattered wood chips all over the sky.
However, the orc defenders were fine.
The Wall of Thoradin is not a completely solid wall. After 2800 years of expansion by the Arathi Highlanders, the inside of the city wall also has a structure similar to a cave for hiding soldiers.
At that time, Lothar did not expect the appearance of a bug creature like a red dragon, and most of the main force was placed at the top of the city, so there was a tragedy of breaking the city one day.
Now knowing that humans have fierce long-range firepower, Grom's arrangement is very stupid. Unless a large number of humans attack the top of the city, the main force of the orcs in the hiding cave will never come out.
In terms of melee at close range, the orcs have never been afraid of anyone.
This kind of prudent play made the human mortars have nothing to gain.
I thought that the human artillery would stop soon, 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. The number of shells is not much, and it is continuous, without a moment's rest.
The orcs are aggrieved!
It's like the cooking squad in the artillery company, wearing a green helmet and watching others fire!
For several days in a row, when humans did not send infantry to attack the city, the war between the alliance and the orcs seemed to be at a stalemate.
Being aggrieved is one thing, and Grom is generally satisfied with the situation.
"Just hold on until the chief comes back!"
He didn't know that that night, in the wetland hundreds of kilometers to the south, huge battleships approached the deep-water harbor where Menethil Harbor was planned to be built.
Alleria roared: "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 full of energy, heading towards the extremely clear outline of the shore in [Dark Vision].
(End of this chapter)
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