At this point, the only thing that sustains the Scarlet Crusaders is spirit and glory. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The mages in the entire rear formation have begun to evacuate, and the only ones who can support the main formation are the scarce number of High Elf Ranger archers.

If there are no accidents, then soon, this legion of great merit will be gone forever.

Only Duke knew that this was not an easy task. Because the defeat of the Scarlet Crusader will not only disappear in its past, but also its prestige and the head of the Mograine family, if even Alexandros Mograini and Abydis die here, then the Scarlet Crusaders that would have appeared in history in the future will completely disappear in this land.

True, the corps is just a military unit. The Scarlet Crusaders were a fanatical military organization.

The famous Scarlet Crusaders have been in Azeroth's history for decades to come.

"This will not work!Duke, let's get the dwarves on!" said Magni* Copperbeard, anxious.

How many tribes can 40,000 dwarven warriors destroy in the field?

Certainly not less, but definitely not more.

Duke raised his chin and smiled a little wickedly, "Don't you think, dear Magni, that this is the right time to use the mystery I taught you?"

"Could it be that!?"

"Yes! That's it!"

Armagind - Blitzkrieg!

"Oh! a toast to our great Mother Rock. You finally remembered them. "Magni, a guy with a crooked upper beam and a crooked lower beam, actually took a narrow bottle of iron from his waist and took a sip of dwarven spirits.

Three red flares finally rose above Magni's vehicle. Further behind the dwarven infantry, there was a rumbling sound of machinery.

"Click-la-la-la!"

Duke's facial muscles twitched, and the sound felt worse than a tractor in the countryside before he walked through.

All right!

Science and technology promote civilization! I will admit it if it is broken.

When 40,000 dwarven warriors formed a dense formation to resist the attack of the orcs, the dwarven steam tank army finally arrived.

"Woo-" It was the whistle that made Duke feel a pain in his eyes, and led the dwarves to a burst of spirits.

Can you tell me, for the wool tank to put a whistle like a steam train?

The steam tank with billowing black smoke arrived.

The world has pseudoscience that Duke can't even figure out. When dwarves process things, because of the lack of industrial base, the accuracy of parts is very unreliable. But the dwarves were able to ignore the basic principles of forging steel, and could make long, tough steel by hand that should only be made by modern high-tech industry.

This is the new steam tank, named 'Tank Four' at Duke's insistence, with tougher, thicker armor, stronger drive, and a thicker barrel.

Not only did the traditional steam tank have two rows of huge steel wheels, but it also used the hand-built tracks of dwarven craftsmen according to Duke's requirements, and theoretically, as long as it was full of power, the new steam tank could overcome any difficult terrain. And Duke clearly told the dwarves that by braking the tracks on one side, the tank could complete the turn.

Watching the big men in the shape of steel bunkers pass by him, Duke suddenly felt a sense of immense pride.

"Perhaps, in cooperation with the dwarves, it won't take ten years to get a lot of black technology out. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Duke saw a steam tank a story tall lying on his stomach not far from him.

Just when Duke thought that a few dwarven craftsmen would jump out to fix something, he suddenly saw that there were many short, thick legs at the bottom of the tank.

And then at the sound of the trumpet of "one, two, three", this steam tank, which had long since ceased to emit billowing black smoke from the chimney, continued to charge at a speed that was not inferior to that of its compatriots!

"......" Du Da's face collapsed instantly.

"Hahaha!" Magni laughed, "We dwarves aren't stupid goblins, we can always solve any problem. ”

Well, when I go back, I will definitely use my Du's wild grass to write the word 'suit' to you.

The effect is obvious, though.

Many of the farmer-born recruits on the Alliance's side are true, but the tribe's side is not much better. There are not many orcs of the Blood Ring Clan who have experienced the siege of Ironforge Castle left. The newcomers to the tribe are not only in terms of combat power and the elite veterans who have experienced the Draenei War before, but there is a clear gap in physique and combat power. The most important thing is that most of these young men who have just come of age are turtles who have never seen the world.

Baron Gatun and the Red Dragon had already startled them, and when they saw the sudden, incomparably huge iron bumps, each of them had the word 'confused' written on their faces.

"Don't be afraid! these things are easier to smash than a human house!" a veteran of the Blood Ring Clan rushed up with a wooden stake on his shoulder, and slammed the new version of the steam tank, Chariot IV, at the head.

"Dang!" there was a loud bang.

When Duke asked for the tank's front armor to be reduced to 200 mm, the frenzied dwarven craftsman was directly covered with two layers of 200 mm iron armor because of his poor workmanship.

The result of a heavy blow: an inconspicuous inconspicuous indentation in the front of the tank.

Then, the guy who rushed up was stabbed to death.

That's right, Duke demanded that the front armor of the tank be equipped with ramming horns and spikes.

That guy who talked nonsense, thinking that the new tank was still like the one who used to fall apart as soon as it was smashed before, paid with his life for it.

The recruits of the tribe were suddenly a little scared.

The dwarven squad commander on the steam tank yelled: "Fire!"

The next moment, a fire burst out at the same time from the firing holes that surrounded the entire steam tank. Several orcs who surrounded the tank and tried to attack the tank from the flank were hit in the head on the spot by the dwarves' thick-barreled muskets.

Three seconds later, the guns mounted on the tank opened fire.

In that huge semicircular ironclad turret was mounted a large-caliber mortar. Originally, Duke wanted to get a three-pounder gun, but unfortunately, in this era without a detractor, even the reaction force of small-caliber artillery fire was likely to cause the tank to fall apart. The next best thing to do is to use simpler mortars.

That's right, just put the shell into a solid barrel filled with black powder, ignite it, and the next second, where the big iron ball will fly, only God knows.

Even though the new No. 4 Chariot had all sorts of faults and terrible pseudo-technology, these frantically assaulting iron bumps really stunned the orcs. (To be continued.) )