Chapter 182 What to Do After the Breakup? (Seeking a Monthly Ticket)

Looking at the bloody battlefield through the binoculars and those orc laborers who were groaning in pain and dying, Anduin and Bolvar were dumbfounded.

"Damn it, this goblin thing makes me feel like I've been practicing martial arts for nothing for decades." Anduin clicked his mouth, as if he was thirsty from anxiety.

"Duke! How much did you order? I want more of this kind of [iron grenade]." Bovar was more direct, and the lion opened his mouth as soon as he came up.

Duke smiled and handed over a price list, which listed the unit price of [Iron Grenade], and the unit price soared after requiring goblins to work overtime for production. What's more, Duke specifically marked that the misfire rate and early explosion rate, which were already appalling, will soar to the sky due to rush work.

That's right, in this era when there is no mechanized mass production and everything is done by hand, how high can you expect the finished product rate to be?

As long as you are human, you will make mistakes, you will get tired, and the precision of each product will vary.

And the goblin's not rigorous way of doing things is destined to be extremely dangerous for all products made by these damned and whimsical guys.

Bolvar's conscience would not allow him to put his soldiers and militia at such great risk. If you don't blow up the enemy, but blow yourself up first, then there is really no place to cry.

Instead, Anduin said broadly: "We should comfort ourselves like this. Oh, a box of grenades is enough for us to arm a militia."

Duke smiled: "It takes a long time for the militia to train, but this thing only needs half a day of training."

That's right. Ordinary infantry training requires long-term combat training to be somewhat successful. Even so, the survival rate of recruits on the battlefield is still low enough to cause headaches for any commander.

Not to mention humans who are already at a physical disadvantage, the strength, speed and agility of human recruits are probably similar to the hard labor that orcs use as cannon fodder. There is a considerable distance from the official orc warrior. Moreover, the opponents were not ordinary orc soldiers. After fighting for so long, any intelligent human commander knew that the opponent was the elite of the powerful clan among the orcs—the Blackstone clan.

That's what I said, but I still have a bit of a toothache.

Bovar took a breath: "I feel that all the gold coins you threw out were His Majesty's gold coins!"

Duke shrugged: "War itself is about money."

Anduin curled his lips: "I've discovered for a long time that you have a completely different way of thinking from us. Sometimes I really wonder if you are from Azeroth."

Duke was noncommittal.

What does this make Duke say? Say you are a time traveler? That's really hehehe.

To deal with the river filling of the orcs, the archers who had long been considered useless to the orcs were pulled out again. Archers also have a fatal weakness. Once it is night, the power of archers will still be greatly reduced even if they use cover shooting.

The appearance of the iron grenade has greatly enriched the strategies and tactics of humans. After all, archers have to aim, and when the grenade explodes, it will be a piece!

As time went by, the orcs also discovered the disadvantages of iron grenades. These loud bangs of iron are a great threat to orc peons. But for real orc warriors, especially those who wear more armor, it is not a fatal injury.

It is difficult for the fragments of the explosion to penetrate the muscles of these tall orc warriors. As long as they are not hit in the vitals, most of them are just skin trauma.

At Orgrim's suggestion, Warchief Blackhand agreed to better arm the orc warriors attacking the walls.

So in the next few days, Lothar saw a large amount of cowhide, iron sheets, and even the orc warriors who stripped off the armor of dead human warriors and forcibly beat them into a piece of temporary armor and tied them to their bodies.

With the protection of the orcs, half of the relatively lethal iron grenade was completely useless. Becomes a less lethal weapon.

Lothar asked Duke, "Do those damn green-skinned dwarves have anything more powerful?"

Duke silently handed over the unit price of the [High Explosive Bomb], which required a large amount of thorium to manufacture and was highly recommended by the profiteer Sherlock.

Lothar was stunned for more than ten seconds, and finally said: "The weather is really nice today."

Well, it was a high temperature and a thunderstorm at noon, and thanks to that thunderstorm, all the bowstrings almost lost their elasticity due to humidity.

It's a tug of war.

However, the balance of victory still tilted in favor of the orcs. When Orgrim made the orc peons wear thick leather armor or a lot of thick clothes, and restarted the river filling plan. Lothar knew something was wrong.

On the seventh day after Duke took down the Bloodsail Pirate Squadron, the entire moat to the east and north of Stormwind City was filled.

The orcs even used orc laborers to forcibly pile up stones in many places to build slopes leading straight to the urn city in front of the city wall.

The well-endowed Urn City has almost turned into a trap. And Orgrim seemed to be addicted to piles of dirt, and he still let a large number of orc peons rush over.

"Throw the stones into the big pits of humans. If you can't return, then you throw yourself in." This is Orgrim's death order for these "weak" and worthless orc laborers.

The direct result is that the death toll of orc peons on the orc side has skyrocketed.

At the beginning, the humans tried to clean up some orcs' business every night, or dig up some slopes. But Stormwind is seriously lacking in heavy machinery. Not only is the goblin's excavator rental cost extremely expensive, but Sherlock is unwilling to let his subordinates take the risk of driving an 'expensive' robot and digging into this city that is bound to fall.

unless……

Sherlock rubbed his thumb, forefinger and middle finger again, that money-seeking gesture, you know.

Duke was dragged. As he imagined, the Horde soon discovered the culprit of Stormwind. That's just north of Stormwind near Stormwind Harbor.

Unlike the insanely steep valley cliffs in the south. The mountain road north of Stormwind City is a dead end for humans, but it is not a dead end in the true sense for orcs who are good at climbing mountains.

In the first two times, the orcs successfully sent down a few scouts, causing a commotion among the soldiers and civilians in Stormwind City. Immediately, King Ryan decisively let Duke, who is the strongest combat force in Stormwind City, sit on the top of the mountain. Finally, it prevented the possibility of the orcs attacking from there.

The sea is the domain of Kul Tiras warships and Duke.

Even if more than 10,000 people can be transported on average every day, the situation is still going straight down. After the soldiers and civilians in Stormwind City struggled for more than 20 days, the biggest problem for Ryan and the soldiers and civilians after Duanhou still came.

Excluding the evacuated and those who died in battle, there are still 100,000 people left, and the last 50,000 people, according to Lothar's estimation, none of these people can escape. The orcs, whose eyes were already red, could not let the human beings withdraw safely at the rate of 10,000 people per day.

There is no fulcrum like Stormwind Fortress near Stormwind Port, which was born as a lifeline.

what to do?

I originally wanted to explode today, but an accident happened, and my son hijacked me.

After I started writing books at Dian Niang, I spent almost all my spare time, and rarely had time to spend with my children. When my 18-month-old son hugged me and called "Jie Jie" this morning, my heart softened... Amen, it's been gone for most of the day...

I covered my face and ran with tears. Well, I will ask for leave tomorrow to code...