What do soldiers fear most on the battlefield?

The first thing to be afraid of is the pig teammates. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

As the saying goes, "If you're not afraid of a god-like boss, you're afraid of a pig-like teammate." In fact, there is a kind of ghost animal above the pig teammates, called the boss who pits the dead and does not pay for his life.

If it's a teammate pig, you rely on yourself to be super god, and maybe you can still be saved.

If your boss forces you to die, then you really don't need to be saved, just write a suicide note.

The general is the courage of the soldiers, which means that the generals of the bad breed must have a group of scum soldiers.

Few people know that there is actually a sentence "Handsome is the soul of a general." ”

Generals or something, in the final analysis, are just the executors of the strategy.

The failure of strategy is the most terrible.

When they are being beaten so hard that even the generals are helpless, if even the supreme commander doesn't know what to do, how can the soldiers below have the courage to kill the enemy?

Now, Duke's arrogant smile was heard in the ears of the soldiers, not frightened, but natural.

"But I, Duke, have seen through everything. This extremely arrogant remark, heard by the soldiers who had already begun to panic in their hearts, was tantamount to a large reassurance.

That's right, the invincible Commander of the Alliance, Lord Marcus, has found a way to defeat the enemy. So what do we have to be afraid of?

The more times like this, the more Duke's reputation can play an unimaginable role.

Without being reminded by the officer, the veterans were already reminded of Duke's glorious achievements in the past.

Since the first Battle of the Dark Gate, every battle of Duke, even if it is lost, has been a glorious defeat.

It is true that he lost Stormwind, but he burned 100,000 orcs with one fire, and let Lothar take the head of the black hand, the first great chief of the orcs.

In the face of the horde's onslaught, he was defeated, retreated, and helpless, but Duke seemed to be the embodiment of human tenacity, through the continuous alliance of forces that could be united, even if he was defeated and retreated for a time, he still led the alliance to fight stronger and stronger, and finally succeeded in defeating the orcs.

This time is no different.

The shadow of the Scourge Legion's death once hung over most of the continent of Lordaeron, but it was Duke who returned as a king and led everyone to set off a frenzy of counterattacks. Now there is only one Tirisfal Glade left in the Fallen Zone of Lordaeron.

In addition to the Silver Pine Forest, which is also full of werewolves, most of the fallen areas on the Lordaeron continent have been recovered.

That's right!

As long as it's Master Duke Marcus who leads us, we're going to win!

Suddenly, in the distance, a wounded soldier with a broken arm struggled to run over, fell on one knee in front of Duke, and asked excitedly, "Your Excellency Commander Marcus, have you found a way to victory?"

Seeing that the bandages on the soldier's shoulders were still oozing blood, Duke couldn't help but snort: "Yes, we will give you the heads of those two big demons as a table later." ”

"Thank you, Your Excellency!" the soldier kowtowed.

Duke's rhetoric spread quickly.

"Will we win in the end?"

"Yes, we will win!"

"Your Excellency, please take care, I would like to ask you to present me with an award at the triumphal ceremony!"

"Yes, definitely!"

More and more soldiers gathered around Duke, and even the seriously wounded, who could barely get out of bed, sat up with the support of their comrades.

Not only the soldiers of the Alliance, but even the warriors of the tribe shouted and raised their weapons when they heard the translation.

Swords and guns are like forests, and the heart of the army is like Yue!

Thousands of voices are shouting, calling, and then converging as one, turning into a shocking sound that goes straight up into the sky.

"Victory!"

"Victory! Victory!"

"Victory, victory, victory!"

Right!

We will win!

We've always believed in it!

At this moment, on the battlefield ahead.

This place is located at the entrance to the open field on the mountainside, and once it breaks through here, there is a flat river in front of it, and there is no danger to defend except for the pillboxes built by the alliance itself. Although the city wall is being built on the narrow path from the mountainside to the top of the mountain, everyone knows that the city wall is really useless against a great demon of this level.

The mortal soldiers in the coalition had to risk their lives to rush up from the cocoons before the two large cocoons burst to support the friendly forces on the mountain wall in front of them. In order to stop the miscellaneous soldiers of the Burning Legion, and prevent the miscellaneous soldiers from influencing the strong men of the coalition army to besiege and kill these two demon lords.

Mograini was tired, and he was panting for air as he clung to the heavy Ember Bringer. The golden armor on his body was already a third of rotten, and he looked more like a beggar.

Grom's famous [Blood Roar] was thrown on the ground right in front of him, and he was extremely strong, and he was now covered in sweat, and sat on the ground as if he had collapsed.

The most tragic was Kane, the Minotaur Chieftain, because he was the most massive, he had the strongest vitality, and he suffered the most damage. Now Kane looks like a sweaty and bloody cow, with hundreds of large and small wounds all over his body, and all his hair is dyed red by blood and sweat.

Blood, as if taking the opportunity to flee.

Liadline was using all her strength to help him recover from his injuries, and the [Holy Light] and [Holy Light Technique] threw it at the Minotaur Chief without any money.

Just as each of the mighty men hung their heads and gasped in despair, trying to delay the final moment, the sound of the mountain caught their attention.

"That's ......" Woking looked back, his eyes full of puzzlement.

"Haha!" Mograine laughed, "Who else but him?"

Sal's face was full of wry smiles: "Although I don't want to admit it, I can only rely on him." ”

At this moment, whether it is a strong man of the alliance or the tribe, what comes to mind is the same name.

Thrall clenched his fists secretly—Duke had been born fifteen years earlier. In Duke's glory days, he Sal had not yet been born. As he grew, Duke's glory continued. Then I, Saar, must work hard to build the tribe in the future, so that the tribe can completely overwhelm the alliance!

It didn't take long!

Surrounded by a group of soldiers, Duke arrived.

Duke smiled as he walked over to Grom, who was panting for air.

"Grom, are you tired?" seems to be a concerned inquiry, but in fact it is agitated.

Where is Grom's good temper that can be provoked?

With a cold snort on the spot, he pointed to Kazak's giant cocoon: "Hmph! I can kill this guy ten times!"

Duke patted Grom's explosive green muscles: "You don't have to kill ten times, just kill one more time, and you'll be done." ”

"Really!?" Grom's eyes flashed with a fierce gleam.

"Heh, at least we're allies now. I, Duke—never lie to allies!"

"Hey, hey!" Grom stood up again. If he was a weary beast just now, now he has become the most ferocious berserker, and his whole body is full of strong fighting intent.