There is no law of victory in war, but there is a recipe for victory.

Whatever the so-called enemy wants you to do, you have to do the opposite.

How can I increase my odds of winning?

Attack your opponents with your own strengths, pull them into your rhythm, and then use your experience to defeat them.

To sum it up in one sentence -- it is to make you uncomfortable.

Mobile units are the existence of this principle.

Whether you want to attack, turn in, or retreat, there is always an army that outruns you and watches you, and even if you don't do anything, you will be uncomfortable to death, and in his eyes, you have no secrets.

There is no doubt that the wolf cavalry is the mobile force of the orc tribe.

However, when the strongest and fastest spear of this orc was burned to char dregs by the rain of fire, the orcs fell into a dynamic disadvantage-

The Overseers of the Horde shrank their defenses very sensibly, relying on fortifications to fortify their existing defenses, and did not enter the rhythm of oil warfare.

Fortifications are such a thing, that is, the time for advances.

Before the battle, you spend time and effort building fortifications, and when the battle takes place, the enemy needs to spend time and effort destroying or fighting for the fortifications.

The fortifications that the orcs had spent more than a year building were impossible for the Black Iron Dwarves to cross over as they were.

The captain of the guard didn't believe that that level of magic could be used at will, and neither did the orc overseers. Although Gul'dan used various reasons to transfer the Warlocks north, and then pit Orgrim in one fell swoop, there were still a small number of Warlocks in the service of the tribe in the south of the Channel, in the Scorching Canyon, in the Orc Camp.

"It is impossible for such a spell to be unprepared, even if Lord Gul'dan ...... That traitor Gul'dan could not have come easily without several days of preparation. ”

Warlocks who don't want to live are not good orcs, whether it's because their qualifications are not favored by Gul'dan or for some other reason, since they stay, they don't mind discrediting the previous boss for their lives.

After receiving the assurance, the Orc Overseers decided to teach the Black Iron Dwarves what it means to offend my strong beasts.

Although the orcs are far inferior to the black iron dwarves in numbers, in terms of combat effectiveness, it is not as simple as I have to fight three.

After the sky dawned, the orc war machine was quickly in motion, and the trebuchets and spears mercilessly tore apart the vanguard of the Black Iron Dwarves, and the sentry posts taken by the Black Iron Dwarves were recaptured by the Orcs one after another.

However, the Black Iron Dwarves don't seem to care about casualties, and stubbornly engage in hand-to-hand combat with the orcs.

The captain of the guard watched from afar and couldn't come up with an accurate battle loss ratio, but it was roughly estimated that at least six to seven black iron dwarves would be able to trade for an orc.

If he hadn't seen the overwhelming rain of fire, the chief of the guard would have been ready to pronounce the defeat of the Black Iron Dwarves.

However, that earth-shattering scene made the chief of the guard understand that this long-planned war initiated by the Black Iron Dwarves would not end so easily.

Sure enough, after about an hour, the orcs had reclaimed most of the outlying posts.

Then, boom......

The sound of the explosion was almost inaudible at the position of the chief of the guard, but the light of the fire and the shaking of the earth clearly showed that the Black Iron Dwarf was worthy of the name of the dwarf, and the tradition of blowing up a wave in case of trouble had not been forgotten.

"When did they plant the explosives?"

It was only at this moment that the chief of the guard really put away his contempt for the black iron dwarves, and this set of combination punches of the orcs was really beautiful.

The orcs seemed to be laughing at these black dwarfs for not destroying the outer outposts, but now they realized that it was not that they would not explode, and the time had not yet come.

The smoke and dust from the explosion not only prevented the orcs from judging the battlefield situation, but also prevented the chief of the guard from watching the battle.

Watching eagerly with a telescope, in the smoke and dust, a looming black figure fearlessly rushed towards the enemy.

And the beaten orcs with a bewildered face are belligerent, but morale is a thing that takes advantage of the other.

It took more than an hour for the dust to settle, and by the time the chief of the guard could see through the binoculars, the Black Iron Dwarves had already begun to clean up the battlefield.

"At least more than two thousand orcs are finished, and the camp is in danger. If the orcs don't ask Danmoro for help, I'm afraid they will be defeated. While rushing to the battle, I have been planning for a long time, ha. ”

The orc camp opened north and south, and the captain of the guard did not believe that the black iron dwarves would attack in the south, and the north would have no action, and the combat puppets did not appear on the battlefield, and those heavy puppets could only be bulky targets operated by the orc show one or two, but when they appeared on the battlefield in formation, they became the ultimate killing machines that could bring a storm of death.

Maybe it's because the trebuchets and bed crossbows of the orc camp have enough suppressive power.

Thinking so, the chief of the guard continued to observe the progress of the war.

The first wave of Black Iron Dwarves had already retreated, regrouped in the rear of the Grand Army, rested and eaten, and the second group of Black Iron Dwarves did not leave time for the orcs to eat comfortably, and the siege troops pushed thick pipes and attacked them.

"What is this? Cannon? Oh, my God! ”

The head of the guard looked at the dense hand-pushed cannon carriage of the black iron dwarves, and the cold sweat behind them.

There was still no loud sound, but the light and shadow effects and the splashes of earth and rocks that hit the bullet point still proved that the Black Iron Dwarf was not a toy, not a cannon fight, but a real murder weapon.

In less than six hours, from early morning to noon, the orcs had lost almost all of their outer defenses and were surrounded by the Black Iron Dwarves outside the camp.

At first, the chief guard was still in the mood to eat some jerky cheese and drink two sips of wine. However, as the battle intensified, the head of the guard focused all his attention on the telescope in his hand, and occasionally put down the telescope to quickly record the events on the battlefield and his own conjectures.

It's been more than four hours, and the chief guard hasn't even dripped.

"The Black Iron Dwarves have been planning for a long time, but the orcs still have the absolute advantage in melee combat. Now that the last and strongest fortifications of the orcs have not been breached, the ammunition reserves of the Black Iron Dwarves will not be too sufficient for the covert march. If the outcome of the war is not decided before dark, then the Black Iron Dwarves will not be able to wipe out the orcs of the Scorching Canyon. Even if three or four thousand orcs died, it was not impossible that there would be at least seven or eight thousand, or even more than ten thousand, in the camp. As long as the orcs find an opportunity to launch a wave of counterattacks, the Black Iron Dwarves' strategy of scattering and encircling at this moment will become a failure. ”

The captain of the guard, who had fought nearly a hundred battles with orcs in Lordaeron, clearly understood that the orc soldiers were very nervous knives, and it was difficult to stop the gods and ghosts, and if they didn't fight well, they would be beaten by the alliance soldiers.

Therefore, the few hours in the afternoon are especially important, and if the Black Iron Dwarf can play a combination of punches like clouds in one go, it is really possible to complete the battle.

The black iron dwarf obviously has a back hand, but the orcs are not the meat on the board, it only took more than ten minutes to estimate the characteristics of the black iron dwarf artillery, just a minute of artillery interval, at least more than a thousand orcs crossed a distance of more than five hundred meters and rushed to the blind spot of the artillery, and the black iron dwarf guarding the artillery had a painful battle.

Nervous, exciting, for the first time, the captain of the guard found that watching others fight was more exhausting than leading his own troops.

I was a little dizzy, on the one hand, I used my eyes too much, and on the other hand, I was a little dehydrated.

I forced myself to put down my binoculars, ate some more food to replenish some water, left the shack, looked at the soldiers on the perimeter guard, and found that my men were not lazy, so I whistled and waved my hand, signaling my men to come and continue to monitor, and I needed to rest for a while.

In such a hidden and remote place, where will someone come to sweep, the soldiers were originally dissatisfied with the boss's arrangement for them to sentry, but the military order is like a mountain, and they can only hold back if they are dissatisfied. But when he took over the binoculars, all dissatisfaction vanished.

"Chief Guard, the orcs have launched a counterattack."

"Huh? Let me see. ”

The chief of the guard, who had just laid down, scrambled to his feet and snatched the telescope. (To be continued.) )