Chapter 181 Tin Grenade (Sleepy Xiong Wanshou)

For two days in a row, the east and north walls of Stormwind City were full of killing sounds. However, the people of Stormwind Kingdom would never have imagined that such an intense and terrifying war was just a temptation from the tribe.

right! Just a test.

During the absence of Duke and Anduin, it was Bolvar who presided over the defense. Although he knew that the tribe was only sending teams of thousands of people in all directions to test, Bolvar had to go all out to fight.

The gap in individual combat power is too obvious.

There are moats, urns, walls, arrow towers, and towering hills with trebuchets. Such a three-dimensional defense system only erases the disadvantages of human beings and orcs in individual combat.

The battle is still very difficult.

Because the 5-meter-high city wall is still too short for these orcs who are tall and unreasonably athletic.

Orgrim gave the black hand a stupid method, but also the most effective method, which immediately made Bolvar helpless.

Fill the river when encountering a river, and build a slope when encountering a wall.

In the eyes of those tribal warriors, they looked like dwarfs, but in the eyes of humans, the tribal laborers carried a large number of rocks, rushed up in the deadly javelin rain, threw the stones into the moat, turned around and left. so repeatedly.

In just one day, nearly one third of the urgently dug moat was filled.

Duke Bolvar really couldn't imagine what a tragic situation it would be when humans were forced to fight these green-skinned monsters when they lost their land.

The biggest consolation, though, is that Duke is back.

His strength alone is no less than half of the Wang family mage group.

"You really don't shoot?" Lothar asked Duke on an arrow tower.

Duke shook his head: "No, it's better for us if I don't make a move."

"Why?"

"Because our main opponent is Orgrim, the warchief's deputy, not the warchief himself."

Lothar recalled what Garona had said about the characteristics of the chiefs and well-known figures of the tribe. She remembered that Garona said that the characteristic of Orgrim was that he was wiser than other orcs, "That is a powerful orc warrior with shamanic wisdom."

Duke explained: "If I relied on my shots to save the field early on, Orgrim would have identified the weakness of the defense line faster. In fact, my final defensive position is not here, and this side still depends on you all the time. "

Lothar played with an iron bump with a palm-length wooden handle in his hand: "Are you sure we can last 10 days with this thing?"

Duke said with great certainty, "I'm sure."

"Well, I believe you."

The wall near the mountain was filled with the sound of tribal war drums everywhere.

Old Dum was a porter.

Except for his strength, the whole person is almost useless. Over fifty years old, he became a militiaman simply because he signed up to join the militia and could exchange for a boat ticket for his daughter and grandson to leave early.

Lying on the battlements, Old Dom was holding the hair down and it was already half dented. It was obviously a helmet that had been taken from a dead man's head, and he looked out tremblingly.

Beside him, is his old neighbor Kana, a baker. Karna kept asking in a low voice: "Are you there? Are you there?"

Seeing countless huge green figures rushing towards the moat like a torrent, Old Dem felt his hair tremble in his heart: "Wait, it's not here yet.

Looking at those green giants with terrifying faces and long fangs, old Dum's heart trembled.

At this time, the kingdom soldier who was in charge of supervising them suddenly shouted loudly: "Militia, prepare to throw that thing. Before I give the order, it is forbidden to open the cover below!"

Old Dem and Karna suddenly became nervous.

"Calm down—calm down! Wait for those damned greenskins to attack..."

Looking at the signal flag on the command tower behind the city wall, when the red flag fell, all the soldiers of the kingdom shouted in unison: "It's now!"

Old Dum hurriedly opened the cover under the wooden handle according to the steps taught beforehand.

Suddenly, there was a "chi la chi la" fireworks igniting from the wooden handle. Most of the people are illiterate, and they don't even know that it is called a lead.

"Throw it out hard!"

The commander's yelling made many people miss, and directly threw these strange wooden sticks with iron bumps into the moat below.

Many fools dropped this thing on the battlements by mistake. It was the soldiers in charge of supervision who had sharp eyes and quick hands, rounded the arms and threw the thing across the moat.

A few seconds later, when those terrifying green skins ran to the edge of the moat carrying a big stone.

"Bang bang bang—boom—" There was a continuous explosion, which made both humans and orcs dumbfounded.

This day, this moment is worth remembering.

Because in the history of Azeroth, thermal weapons appeared for the first time. Although it is a very unreliable product of goblins, [Iron Grenade], a big killer, will be recorded in the annals of history forever.

What kind of dodge, what kind of hard resistance, in the face of this kind of hot weapon that transcends the times, the struggle of the orc hard labor seems meaningless. The orc peons behind could only watch helplessly as their compatriots were crushed.

"Boom!"

Accompanied by continuous explosions, the iron fragments flew cheaply due to the explosion of high explosives, causing terrible secondary damage to the hard labor who only wore a thin coat and even had a bare upper body. Even at a place nearly ten meters away from the explosion range, some peons had their throats cut by the blasted shrapnel and died.

The first batch of iron grenades not only wiped out the lives of all the orc laborers on the river bank in an instant, but also some of the grenades that just fell into the water and just exploded, blasting water columns into the sky.

In the face of such a terrifying and incomprehensible horror, the orc laborers began to waver. They gave up their duties, forgot that there was a team of supervisors not far behind them, and threw down the stones that should be thrown into the moat, and turned around. just run.

However, most of them didn't run very far, and they were all hacked to death by the orc supervising team that swept over.

"What is that!?" Orgrim exclaimed.

"Let the second wave come!" Great Chief Black Hand ignored it.

The second group of peons screamed and howled, and were forced up by orc soldiers with machetes and axes. However, the green array collapsed again after another batch of weird wooden lumps suddenly dropped from the city wall exploded.

The peons collapsed earlier than their compatriots who died before them, and almost the moment the explosion sounded, their last group began to run back. In order to escape the death brought to them by the warlords, they even waved the boulders in their hands in an attempt to resist.

Of course, without exception, they were cut down in a pool of blood.

"What the hell is that!?" Orgrim snarled.