Unlike World War II before Duke's crossing, it was the era of hot weapons. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In this era of cold weapons, Duke added a lot of improvements to the fourth vehicle.

For example, the spikes and ramming angles on the front of the car, and the addition of a steel triangular tip similar to an icebreaker near the ground.

On both sides of the car, Duke originally wanted to follow the style of the tank, using iron armor closer to the ground to protect the wheels and tracks. The dwarf master craftsman Gerbin said, why not put a razor like a horse-drawn chariot?

As a result, there were more than a dozen long steel spikes extending from the bearings of the wheels on both sides, and when the chariot was traveling at high speed, if anyone easily approached the side of the chariot, they would definitely be cut off by the high-speed rolling steel spikes.

The back of the chariot is relatively little protected because it is where the dwarves get on the chariot. That's just relative. There are more than 10 small holes in the back deck, and even if you are not used to it, the dwarves can still shoot out from the holes and teach the guys outside how to behave with spears.

These four-chariots, which are integrated in attack and defense, and can also move at high speed, can easily dash the orc's formation. The only ogre that could pose a threat to Tank 4 was killed by the Windranger Ranger team belonging to Duke.

The fourth tank was followed by a simpler open-top armored vehicle.

These armored vehicles did not have the assault capabilities of the No. 4 tank, nor did they have mortars, and as a supplement to the No. 4 tank, twelve dwarven musketeers and twelve grenadiers were arranged on the upper deck of the armored vehicle.

Naturally, they threw iron grenades that Duke had used extensively during the defense of Stormwind.

This kind of crude engineering product is not very effective in cleaning up orc warriors, but it is quite effective in dealing with armed orc labor.

Even if the Black Iron Dwarves fully support the tribe, they can't have so many resources to put on full-body iron armor for 250,000 orcs in one go. There are still a few people who can have full-body armor. Those laborers were only a fairly sharp iron weapon in their hands. These don't even have shoes, which is equivalent to the existence of slaves, what to use to defend against the fragments of iron grenades?

Three hundred chariots, plus five hundred armored vehicles, burst through the right flank and ploughed the entire orc left flank like a plow. Immediately followed by the 40,000 dwarven commandos who were crazy about mending their swords.

Finally, the left wing of the orcs, who could not withstand this unknown terrifying blow, completely collapsed and began to flee. The orc army is not as distinct as the human army. When they started fighting, they swarmed all over the city. So the left flank of the orcs is also the left flank of the entire military situation.

And this vacillation directly affected Orgrim's side, who was still fighting on the front line.

After knocking five human warriors flying with a single hammer, Orgrim caught a glimpse of the orcs on the left flank suddenly becoming scarce.

When he turned his head, he saw a scene that made his eyes tear.

The warriors of the tribe are actually fleeing!?

No, it's not just the left. Orgrim also saw that the dwarves' massive iron bumps had pierced through the entire left flank and began to turn, already rounding the rear of the entire tribe's army. It seems that in less than twenty minutes, the entire tribal army will be killed, advancing from the left flank and exiting the right flank.

No one knows better than Orgrim what it means to be wiped out by the Alliance.

There have been many battles with the Alliance, and every time the Alliance's cavalry kills the Tribe's position, the Tribe's Tribes will surely swallow the bitter fruit of defeat.

"What are the other chiefs doing!?" Ogrim roared.

He was shocked to see that the chief of a second-rate clan began to assemble a large group of orc warriors, carrying huge tree trunks, as if preparing to attack the massive iron lumps.

And then......

"Boom!" there was a loud bang, and a large cloud of black smoke rose from the largest iron bump.

A second later, the group of at least three hundred orc warriors were all blasted into the sky, in the form of limb parts.

"What is this!?" Ogrim was dumbfounded.

It's not like he's never seen the strange but useless things of the dwarves. But he had never seen such a terrible war machine.

Is it new?

Or have the dwarves been hiding and endured to this day?

Something unknown is always easy to frighten.

One orc clan after another began to crumble and begin to flee, and even as the orc trumpeters continued to blow the trumpets of the attack, they still lost their minds and tried to rush back to the Blackstone Fortress, three kilometers away.

In their minds, that is the only place where they can be safe.

Here, it's an orc's nightmare.

"No, come back, you gutsless shit," Orgrim roared heartbreakingly, but it was a pity that his voice could be heard a hundred meters away in this noisy battlefield because he was loud enough.

Over there, as if to see hope, the soldiers of the Alliance began to run back. The commanders of the alliance held their flags aloft, and the routs continued to gather under banners that symbolized courage. Even though they wore different armor and held different styles of shields, new human phalanxes appeared.

Not only that, but Orgrim saw the light of the portal above the back of the humans, and the mages who terrified the orcs the most began to re-enter.

The glorious glow of magic returns.

Poured on the front-line orc battle-columns that had lost their sharpness.

"Ahh

"Ancestor, where are you? please protect me!"

"For the Tribe...... Ahh

It was a collapse of morale, and the collapse of the orcs' only path to victory.

"No! I'm not reconciled!" said Orgrim, roaring like a madman.

Victory...... Victory was so close that it seemed to be within reach. It's already close at hand, but why did it come to naught in the blink of an eye?

Or is it an unrealistic expectation that the Horde will dominate the entire planet of Azeroth from beginning to end? Invincible tribes, tribes that once dominated an entire world! What the hell is wrong with you?

Didn't the Draenei make a bunch of weird stuff back then?

So what?

Didn't the tribe win the same way?

Why did this familiar, victorious, familiar smell of victory begin to leave the tribe since setting foot on this otherworldly land?

Orgrim still remembers the taste of the pre-expedition - the bravest warriors of each clan marching with young orcs, telling them about their tribe's heritage and their belief in victory. With the most heroic battles, they conquered one enemy after another.

It was five years ago, it was a hundred years ago, it was thousands of years ago.

I thought that this belief would be passed down from generation to generation for eternity.

This time it was inherited from the power of the ancestors, and this should also be the power that was passed on to the children and grandchildren of the orcs.

Why, now these young orcs have forgotten this courage?

Ogrim's eyes widened with rage, he was unwilling, he didn't want to! He was still looking for a final chance to turn the tables!

Suddenly, he thinks he's found it! )