Chapter 900

"Attention, guns!"

"Gauge 233 left 114 high and low 5 degrees! One test shot!"

At the command of the imperial adviser who served as the commander, the 75 gun group with high elevation position fired its first shell since the war.

The roaring shell accurately landed 50 meters behind the tribal position according to the Scout's coordinate data, blew up a lump of mud and pasted it on the tribal flag.

"Distance reduced by 50, No. 1 charge! Instant fuse! One charge!"

"Let go!"

After two rounds of calibration firing and confirming that the coordinates were correct, more than 200 75 field guns distributed in four different positions began to roar in unison.

These shells were all set as air explosion fuses. When they flew over the target, the air explosion shrapnel filled with hundreds of steel balls burst.

Like a steel rain, the steel balls and shrapnel shot down instantly blew a blood mist in the queue, and the broken limbs and animal body fragments flew everywhere.

Sal saw a team of infantry disappear in front of him.

At this moment, there is only the sound of exploding artillery in the world. You know, the tactical idea of the French military when developing Miss 75 is to tilt the bullet rain over the head of the enemy infantry at the fastest speed in wartime. These brave French chicken soldiers are even asked to push the artillery to a distance of one kilometer from the enemy position, but French chicken is facing the German army with a pile of 150170 or even 203 caliber heavy artillery, Kurtiras's opponents are only spears and stone catapults.

Sal watched his remaining tens of thousands of soldiers fleeing under the gunfire. He never dreamed that human artillery would be so fierce.

Shells fall every minute and every second. Human shells seem to be endless, destroying everything of the tribe step by step.

A Wanfu regiment at the front was destroyed in half an hour. The whole regiment didn't even know whether to attack or retreat. Infantry lined up in dense formation in the open space waiting for orders. As a result, the orders didn't wait, but the shells were full.

The alliance is not eager to attack, the infantry armed with shovel continues to reinforce the defense line in civil operation, and the machine gun is watching with vigilance.

Now Sal and his remaining tens of thousands of troops are trapped in a wetland only a few kilometers long and wide, without shelter or shelter. Shelling from the front and back direction can easily hit any target they want to kill anywhere they want to hit.

It has to be said that war is the best means to promote evolution. A few days ago, ORC soldiers only knew to hit the machine gun with their waist straight. Now they know to dig a recommended shelter for themselves with their hands and axes. However, this is of little significance, because it is located in the wetland, the dug holes will soon be filled with mud and water, and the dug soil will soon soften.

Throughout the day, the besieged tribes organized three cluster assaults, almost tearing apart the Marines' line of defense, but they all fell short because some guys with red eyes and brain pumping stared at the humans wearing strange steel armor.

Compared with the weapons in their hands, kurtiras sailors' Gatlin and anti-aircraft guns are like children's toys.

Three entire ten thousand regiments have been reimbursed. Now Sal has less than 20000 troops with combat effectiveness. On the opposite side, there are 150000 people, 50000 new troops and 100000 traditional sailors, led by general Dailin and his generals who have suffered greatly because of the loss of their eldest son.

Although kurtiras doesn't play much in wow and hasn't produced too many celebrities, as the seven countries of mankind, there are also some things. There are so many celebrities in Lordaeron. It's unreasonable that kurtiras can't produce one. Moreover, the four families of kurtiras are all talents, with 25 children per capita.

At the moment, there is only one wojin around Sal, and Kane Bloodhoof, the boss of the tauren, was left in orgrima as the site supervisor. After all, the old cow can barely catch up with civil engineering.

Not during the day, but at night, Sal with 20000 disabled soldiers tried to encircle him with the last bit of strength. As a result, as early as night, the sailors hung jump mines in front of the position to wait for work. Wojin, who took the lead in the charge, stepped on the mines first. When he fell to the ground seriously, a shrapnel broke half of his fangs.

When wojin was carried to Sal with blood all over his body, Sal was as if he had been hollowed out by the demon of the Burning Legion. He almost couldn't hold the hammer of destruction, which symbolized the position of great chief.

He worked hard and commanded the army to attack again and again, but it was not that the tribe did not work hard. However, the alliance had external connections. Nearly 600 Imperial officers served as the backbone and temporary commander of the kurtiras army. They were highly professional and had experienced hundreds of battles. They had not seriously taken military theory courses. Compared with the individual brave commanders of thousands of thousands of thousands of thousands of thousands of thousands of commanders, It's not enough to kill kindergarten children. It's a hanging of the placenta.

When the sun rose again, Sal's remnant army had less than 3000 remnant soldiers, all of whom were huddled in an abandoned trench.

And kurtiras's big horn has been put on the battlefield.

"Blood for blood, eye for eye!"

Dai Lin endured the excitement in her heart. The Seiko power cross sword around his waist had killed hundreds of orcs, but it was far from enough to calm his pain of losing his son. He would only tolerate the complete death of the orcs of the tribe.

"Soldiers, come on, let's avenge the brothers who died at the hands of these dirty beasts!"

The green kingdom war flag and the blue alliance war flag have filled Sal's eyes. Every inch of the land in front of him is crowded with alliance soldiers, and the disabled soldiers under him can't even stand stably. The axe that used to be able to jump and chop is as heavy as a kilo now, and can only be cut down one by one by the alliance soldiers in vain.

"Remember, the chief left it to me!"

With a big step, Dailin dropped her bomb gun and pulled out her Seiko power sword. His eyes stared at Sal surrounded by the remaining orcs in the central position.

If there were no accidents, Sal would surely hit Darlene with the hammer of destruction, but the problem is that the Seiko Power Sword in Darlene's hand was sent by Fisher. The Golden Angel sculpture in the grip provides a steady stream of power to Darlene, and the strengthened decomposition position is so unreasonable that any attack will be torn apart by the position for less than 20 rounds, The hammer of destruction was knocked down.

Seeing that Sal was about to be cut to death by his father, Jaina, who was marked to death in the distance, even planned to force her hand. A dragon roar sounded above the camp.

More than a dozen bronze dragons appeared above the camp, and the Dragon headed by them spit out people's words.

"Stop!"