The orcs didn't play tricks, and before the battle officially began, both warring sides showed respect for their opponents and prudence.

It is still a tense and busy arrangement, and it is still the war drums and thundering flags.

The neat array of the Alliance contrasted sharply with the rough formation of the Horde.

A well-known leader of the Guodang War Zone once said: Even if it is 50,000 pigs, it will not be able to catch them all in three days and three nights.

What's more, on the battlefield at this moment, the Alliance and the Horde are neither pigs, but more than 50,000 on both sides.

"What are humans trying to do? Did those people in front of them offend their generalissimo and were sent to their deaths? ”

Orgrim's words caused a burst of laughter, and the orc overseers couldn't understand what the Alliance's formation was, but the battlefield formations on both sides hadn't been set up yet, so just laugh, if the opponent was stupid, there were usually no bones left that were eaten by tigers that looked like pigs.

"Double-double the manpower to keep an eye on the human ambush."

Orgrim said contemptuous words, but he was very cautious in his heart.

On Carlos's side, because of the terrain, there is not even a high slope, and there is no way to climb high and look far, and the arrangement of the formation depends on the coordination of the officers and the standard-bearers, and the temporary platform of more than five meters high is simply psychological comfort, and there is no approval.

Because it was an appointment in advance, the Alliance and the Horde had a plan for the news in advance, and although the number of people in this battle was more than five times larger than the previous decisive battle between Lothar and Orgrim, the speed of the arrangement was much faster.

No matter how bad a plan is, it's better than no plan, and no bad decision is better than no decision at all.

Isn't that the truth?

Carlos stood on the high platform, looking from afar, the black oppressive orcs were really shocked, surging like a tide of darkness that devoured light. But looking around, the clear banner of the alliance gave everyone great courage.

Home is behind you, and your comrades are by your side, even if you fan the sea of fire, you walk without blinking.

According to the predetermined plan, in a big battle of this scale, there are actually very few things that the commander can intervene in, which is nothing more than to find out where the enemy's formation is ugly, so that the cavalry will face the past, and his own formation will suffer, and quickly let the reserves make up for it.

But in this battle, Carlos handed over the hole card of the lore to Danas and to the 30,000 iron horsemen who may never appear again, and all he could do was to hold on.

That's all.

With such established tactics, the alliance does not even need a supreme commander. All legions received a death order, and they could retreat after a few hourglass hours, and rush to the battlefield after a few hourglass hours.

After hours of cold wind blowing on the platform, the temperature in the Burning Plains began to warm up, and when this warm comfort turned to a scorching heat, the tribe moved.

A heart-pounding charge, the orc warriors armed with spears and axes launched a surprise attack with a desolate trumpet.

It was not a full-strength charge, but a rush similar to a small step, after the orcs in front ran three or two steps, the orcs in the back began to follow, and the orcs in the first array line ran out of more than thirty meters after the second column of the cycle repeated, surging like a tide.

It's no wonder that all the high-level members of the alliance who have seen the orc army use the word Dark Tide to describe it, not because their language is empty and just a few words over and over again, but because it is too vivid.

Like the stormy waves of a storm, the orcs came.

But this time, the alliance had already prepared, although because of the formation, it was impossible to gather the archers for projectile suppression, but the five rounds of arrow rain of the three legions in front still harvested the lives of the orcs, and the tide was foaming.

In the face of the charge, the archers had time for three throws, while the orc raid suppressed the speed, and the archers threw five rounds. Maybe; Two rounds of arrow rain can take the lives of hundreds of orcs, but on this battlefield of 100,000 people, three or five hundred lives are not fortune telling at all.

It doesn't matter if it's a human or an orc.

Orgrim was a little puzzled, except for the fact that it was strange that the human beings had three legions at the front, the rest of the responses were typical attack formations, but why had the orcs already launched an offensive and there was no movement on the Alliance's side?

There is a conspiracy!

Orgrim gripped the Hammer of Doom with his right hand, staring at the battlefield with wide eyes as he tried to find out what the Alliance was hiding, and the pain in his left chest was a stark reminder that the Horde was facing a terrible enemy, and he couldn't take it lightly.

Soon, with arrows and spears, the orcs moved to a position about one hundred and fifty meters away from the front line of the Alliance, and for the orc warriors, such a distance of sixty to seventy paces only took three or five breaths to rush, which was the perfect charging distance.

There is no need for Orgrim to bother with such small details, the orc overseers on the front line are all veterans of the battlefield, and they can judge the timing even by listening to the sound with their eyes closed.

Sure enough, the sound of the horn changed, from majestic to excited, and the orcs rushed up.

The Seventh Legion, as the forefront of the Alliance's entire forward arrow formation, as the point of the exclamation point formation, was the first to feel the pressure.

If the Seventh Legion is crushed by the Orcs at the first opportunity, then the Orcs can concentrate all their forces to face the Alliance's central army. Otherwise, the orcs must divide into two parts, the left and right, and advance separately.

The romance of the battlefield is a matter of home, for the soldiers, the battlefield is the hell that feels fear and brings fear, for the commander, the battlefield is a mathematical examination room, and the war is an arithmetic problem of addition, subtraction, multiplication and division.

Carlos looked nervously at the Seventh Legion, even more nervous than when he was fighting, and when he watched the black tide hit the shield-wielding guards at the front, although he was separated by several kilometers, Carlos still felt that his heart beat a beat slower, as if the sound of the giant axe and the big shield colliding reached here.

"Good!"

Carlos shouted!

The Seventh Legion withstood the first wave of impact, and the subsequent orcs were mixed with the people around them in order to gain space for attack, and were pushed by the latecomers, and rushed to both sides.

The 3rd and 4th Corps began to meet the enemy.

Because of the problem of the orc's attack angle, the pressure on these two legions was much smaller than that of the seventh legion, and the first contact of the orcs did not even shake the formation of these two legions.

But soon, Carlos tensed up again, and the two wings of the orcs began to wrap around.

The wolf cavalry of the tribe suffered heavy losses in the Battle of Hillbride Hills, and the training time of the wolf knight is unknown to humans, but the cultivation of the wolf takes three or five years, to say the least.

At this moment, Orgrim threw the last three thousand four hundred wolf cavalry into the battlefield, and the same idea as Carlos, the wolf cavalry made a large circle and rushed from the flanks and rear, trying to break the reserves of the three legions that Carlos had hidden in the back.

"Your Majesty?!"

The sudden arrival of the orc wolf cavalry will break out in a cold sweat with the general who was standing on the high platform with Carlos, what are the scouts doing? They should be court-martial !

"Don't bother with it, the three legions will not collapse for a while and a half."

"But...... If you don't come to the rescue, I'm afraid the three legions won't be able to be mobilized, so ......"

"It's a good deal, I don't believe the orcs still have mobility in their hands."

Carlos mentally estimated the time and coped with it casually.

In less than twenty minutes, the line of the Seventh Legion had been half thin, but they were in front, and the orc attack was in an inverted V-shape.

"Blow the trumpet, forward!"

After Carlos gave the order, the horn on the Alliance's side also sounded, unlike the tribe's horn trombone, the metal horn on the Alliance's side was more awe-inspiring and recognizable, and in the sound of the horn one after another, the Alliance troops on the second line began to advance.

As the alliance launched a counter-attack, the battle line began to lengthen, and Carlos spread out on the high platform, and it was no longer possible to see the battle in the distance.

The state of the battlefield is more fed back by the sound of trumpets and flags.

So, in the surprised eyes of the others, Carlos sat down cross-legged.

"It's a nice day."

The others couldn't keep up with Carlos's thinking at all, and they couldn't answer the sentence that the wind was good and the sun was beautiful, so they were cold.

"Your Majesty, you ......"

"In this battle, everyone is a chess piece, and there is no need for chess players."

“……”

Still can't answer.

Carlos sat for three or five minutes, and the sound in his ears was a mutation of the tribal horn.

After a long fight, the veterans of the alliance are already familiar with the orders of the orcs.

"Order the Ninth Legion to press forward."

Don't bother to look at it, the orc's horn sound means the right flank rushing, Carlos has a map of the battlefield in his heart, which corps is in which position and where he needs to use his eyes to see.

After about half an hour, the sound of fighting in the distance became a little quieter, and both the alliance and the tribe entered a state of entanglement, and there was no longer the roar of looking at the scenery.

The "woo wow woo wow" of the strong morale in the charge is a shout at the top of the throat, and the "ah~~~" in the real battle is a shout of strength in the chest, loud, but it is not far away.

After sitting in armor for so long, Carlos's thighs were a little numb, so he put his hands on the ground and stood up.

Orcs are still powerful!

It's only been a long time, and the front of the alliance has been visibly thinner to the naked eye, and I'm afraid the damage has exceeded three percent.

But Carlos couldn't move yet, and in the distance, although he couldn't really see it, the black pressure and fog were the orc reserves.

If the orcs don't press it with all their might, Carlos won't make any moves at all.

After about another hour of long waiting, two regiments had already raised the yellow flag, which was the signal flag for more than half of the casualties.

"The Seventh Army is going to be unable to hold on, although they did not put up a flag, but it can be seen that they have already lost more than half of their casualties."

One of the generals of Alterac looked at Carlos with some apprehension.

"Hmm."

Carlos just snorted in response.

It is true that the individual combat effectiveness of orcs is generally stronger than that of humans, even if it is not the gap between three humans fighting one orc and being counter-killed in the early days of the war, there is still no problem for an orc to fight two humans. The pace of the battle gradually shifted in the direction of the collapse of the alliance, and Carlos sighed.

How could such orcs, such a tribe, coexist peacefully with the Lordaeron Kingdom, and those guys should really be allowed to go to the front line to take a look.

"Order, all the reserves are put into the battlefield as planned."

Carlos took out his pocket watch and looked at the time, an hour and a half before the planned entry of the reserves.

The 20,000 ambush soldiers were more than three kilometers away from the battlefield, and even if they saw wolf smoke, it would take twenty minutes to half an hour to rush to the battlefield.

"Everyone, let's get back. Now that we are all soldiers, the Alliance no longer needs people who call the shots. ”

Carlos's words were stunned by the others, what do you mean?

When Carlos jumped off the high platform with a chic hurdle posture and was about to lead the horse, the others reacted that the card king was ready to go to the battlefield in person!

"Your Majesty!"

The urgent call could not shake Carlos's novelty.

The Knights of the Silver Hand were placed in the rearmost camp, although there were Uther, Saidan. A number of high-ranking paladins including Da Sohan suppressed, and the members of the regiment were still very dissatisfied, the front line was in full swing, and the paladins were actually arranged to watch the play in the rear!

But with the arrival of Carlos, all the dissatisfaction turned into a strong fighting spirit.

Because when Carlos came over, he pulled a bright red blood flag.

Fight to the death!

"Heroes, the Alliance needs you."

The Knights of the Silver Hands, who are in their early 2,000s, are displayed in front of the orcs for the first time with a full lineup.

In the distance, Orgrim watched with satisfaction the performance of the orc warriors on the battlefield, and when the red black smoke rose from the alliance position, the great chief of the tribe knew that the balance of victory had tilted infinitely in favor of the orcs.

"Give you 10,000 warriors to block the human reinforcements until it gets dark, and never allow a single human reinforcement to rush to the battlefield."

Orgrim solemnly said to his high-ranking Overseers, the Blackstone Clan has suffered countless casualties along the way, and this is the last crony by Orgrim's side who can trust his life.

"Victory, death!"

The High Overseer didn't talk nonsense, and turned around and left.

Tulayan waited anxiously until Carlos lit the wolf smoke and immediately blew the horn.

"Aurelia, I'll leave the command and dispatch to you, I'll go first."

Tulayan solemnly handed the command flag to Aurelia. Windranger, he has no doubt that the Ranger Lord has enough command skills.

"Are you in such a hurry to die? Faster than me. ”

For the first time, Aurelia revealed her true heart in front of Tulayan.

"It's too bloated, 20,000 people, for the sake of concealment, scattered so wide, there is no way to effectively support. And so much earlier than the agreed time, it is estimated that the front can no longer hold on. ”

Tulayan took Aurelia's hand, closed it and shook it.

"I'll leave it to you."

With that, Tulayan rode away.

This time, the good boy Tulayan also learned badly.

Tulayan distributed large quantities of gray linen to his men, and at least 2,000 men secretly left the preset place, taking advantage of the darkness of the night, using camouflage nets to sneak closer to the battlefield.

With the arrival of Tulayan, this strange force joined the battlefield at a speed far faster than the tribe had anticipated.

Life is always full of surprises and surprises, fair to humans and orcs alike.