Chapter 1929 How Can This Continue?

I'm in a trough!

After so many years of fighting, this was the first time the Alliance officers had seen such a strange order.

They all made puzzled and even angry sounds, asking the command center for confirmation. Who would have known that this time, it was no longer the familiar girl from the communications troop who appeared on the magic communication network, but Mr. Varian.

"This is a unanimous decision voted by the Throne Council. You must obey even if you don't obey. Alliance soldiers, your duty is to obey orders. If you can object, then meet with the military court." Varian, who has a bit of a bad temper, The most suitable role for this kind of dark-faced god.

The generals below suddenly became silent.

This kind of nonsense command is difficult to master. It's not good if the guy who is too bad is gone. Usually he is bad. If he is not careful, he will be crazy. If he hits the target with a hit rate of 50%, a group of people will be killed.

As a result, the middle-level officers of the alliance discussed for a long time, first expanding the scope of investigation, and then preparing elite gunners and a large number of specially prepared artillery shells.

As expected, the tribe actually launched a smuggling operation at night...

This night, the night was not attractive at all, the sky was covered with dark clouds and there was no light. One look and you can tell that there is nothing wrong with the Moon Goddess.

Nearly six hundred flying warships formed a formation similar to a long snake formation, taking off from Orgrimmar and heading straight to the southeast. In order not to be discovered by the alliance and to guide the flying battleships behind, Magatha gave a certain idiot an idea - cover the stern of the first guiding ship with a trumpet-shaped cover and light three red lights. lights so that they are not visible from the direction of the Alliance.

The sea is so big and the sky is so vast, who would spot the flying fleet formation sailing late at night.

By the time the Alliance discovered that Orgrimmar was missing its flying battleship the next day, the fleet had already gone far away.

Well, the tribe has a good idea, but unfortunately in the eyes of the alliance, this is as stupid as an ostrich with its head buried in the sand, thinking that its eyes are dark, and it can't see the enemy, and the enemy can't see itself. But they don't know that the enemy has seen everything a long time ago and can do whatever they want.

The Alliance was also speechless.

Regardless of the fact that there are nearly 500 warlocks in the tribe's expedition led by Brain Roar himself, every demon enslaved by a warlock is an informant of the eredar twins.

The alliance's new composite radar alone can easily detect the existence of the tribal air fleet.

As early as the Burning Crusade, the Alliance had developed rudimentary underwater sonar and radar systems. After so many years of improvement, it has already reached the limit of what can be achieved in cash technology.

It is said to be a composite type because it also has an electronic signal radar on the technology side and an element detection radar on the magic side. Any target that cannot reflect radar wavelengths and has a high degree of elemental polymerization will be magnified on the high-magnification display.

The alliance's now-perfect night warning ship formed an encirclement over a hundred kilometers away from all directions without blind spots, tightly monitoring Orgrimmar.

What's funny is that the tribe is still performing poorly. Playing a trick of attacking east and west, they sent hundreds of bipedal dragon knights to attack the alliance front line pressing down on Mulgore and the Barrens...

Duke really wanted to sing a song: "I turned a blind eye when I should be cooperating with your performance!"

Naxxramas had already flown to the sea a hundred kilometers east of Orgrimmar. At this time, the voice of the surveillance girl sounded throughout the headquarters:

"Confirmed the tribal flying fleet - 81 iron-clad flying battleships, 338 wooden flying battleships, and 296 hot-air balloon airships."

After the girl finished speaking, the officers' muffled laughter could be heard throughout the headquarters.

"Hahaha! Be serious! You bastards! Be serious - hahahaha!" He meowed, the one who laughed the loudest was Brian Bronzebeard, okay yourself!

"Damn it! Skyre and I were half destroyed. Is the Horde so poor that they want to rob the Alliance Museum?" Kurdran Wildhammer complained fiercely.

"Come on, you don't have a role to play. Admiral Taylor is in the first group." Gianna, as the alliance's frontline coach, chuckled.

In the front, General Taylor had a panicked expression and ordered helplessly: "The first reconnaissance team came forward and pretended to find the enemy within visual range."

Soon, a fleet consisting of one flying cruiser and two flying destroyers slowly sailed past from 20 kilometers away at an angle of 60 degrees.

If it is normal, it is almost time to fire from ten kilometers away.

Those guys from the tribe, who only relied on their eyes to detect the enemy, didn’t notice the Alliance’s ‘patrol’ until they were five kilometers away! This is because in order to avoid collisions with each other at night, the alliance's flying battleships flash warning red lights on the bow, hull and stern.

On the radar screen, it can be clearly seen that the tribe seems to be frightened. Within five kilometers, it began to turn sharply towards the due south route, trying to escape and get through.

"Commander, can we send out warning flares?" the captain of the reconnaissance team asked bitterly.

"No... our field of vision is about three thousand meters now. Your course remains unchanged. You will not be allowed to act as planned until three thousand meters." Admiral Taylor also replied bitterly.

The Horde's fleet was too large and not trained to sail at night. In the eyes of the alliance's big bosses, the tribe's fleet was simply a group of frightened sparrows. Although it had a general direction, it was in disarray.

Then……

God damn it! Two tribal airships actually collided with each other and shot out a huge and bright fireball in the night sky.

In Karazhan, Duke, who was watching this scene, slapped his forehead and held his forehead deeply.

"Hell, this is no different from playing chess and giving up all the chariots, horses and artillery, but the opponent still can't win..."

Now, the alliance patrol can no longer pretend to be blind, right?

Admiral Taylor's eyes twitched and he ordered: "Launch the flare in 60 seconds."

One minute later, the captain of the patrol fleet held a stopwatch and released a red flare indicating an enemy attack.

When three scarlet flares were fired from the cruiser, it could be seen on the radar that the tribal fleet was even more chaotic.

Without radar, the report sent back by the fleet ahead stated that no less than five collisions between tribal ships alone were detected.

Three patrolling Allied ships opened fire.

They didn't aim deliberately, but the tribe's airships were simply too dense. The destroyer on the left fired first with its three twin-mounted 120mm main guns. With just a random blast, all six of its guns hit.

Suddenly six brighter fireballs rose into the night sky.

Admiral Taylor, who was watching the battle on the flagship [Bismarck], yelled on the spot: "You are a pig! Those greenskins who rely solely on visual observation for artillery battles don't even know what ballistics is! You don't Can you shoot the gun muzzle down into the sea!? The gunner on the Z23 had to clean the toilet for a month!"