Chapter 1935 The Ship Was Destroyed but No One Was Killed

It is true that Duke feels that the current alliance is definitely capable of sweeping away the entire Pandaria.

There is only one result of doing this. The alliance will become something like the Alliance of Fear, or "League of Fathers 3", because if such a thing happened in the game, even Blizzard's father would not be able to stand it.

Duke must know the various racial structures on Pandaria, which ones deserve to die, and which ones can stay. The problem now is that Comrade Chen, who is theoretically a native creature in front of him, doesn't even know that Duke, an outsider, suddenly said that he is a magic stick and wants to destroy all the mantises on Pandaria. What do you want Chen to do? Looking at you?

Although there are spoilers, it’s enough to stop them!

You see, don’t people often say, ‘Spoilers are momentarily satisfying, and the whole family is cremated’?

Now the Alliance is no longer the scumbag organization that used wooden warships to defeat Pandaria in history. The more overwhelming the power, the more humble and cautious it is. This is the magnanimity of a big country, oh, a big organization.

"Well, let's keep it like this for today. No one really knows what's going on in Pandaria for more than two thousand years. I hope to send an elite visiting group, accompanied by Lili and Chen* Stormstout's uncle and nephew , enter Pandaria. Understand the situation first, and it is best to conduct diplomatic visits with neutral or justice-oriented organizations such as the Pandaren to reach a consensus against the evil forces of Y'Shaarj."

This sentence is for everyone.

The next sentence is directed at the military.

"According to what Chen said, Pandaria is a continent with complex terrain. Under the premise that we cannot use weapons of mass destruction, it is inevitable to enter ground warfare and close combat. Based on this, please quickly formulate a plan at the Alliance Military Headquarters. Develop a battle plan for mountain warfare."

Up to this point, Duke's speech was actually pretty good, but the next sentence was about taking off his pants and farting.

"As for the tribe's warships, send out a pursuit force immediately and let as few tribes as possible enter Pandaria. Because the tribe will become a disaster."

It was obviously you, Duke, who put those broken ships of the tribe into Pandaria, but then you actually asked us to formulate a battle plan for fighting in the hills and jungles?

The alliance generals wanted to beat them after hearing this.

Only Admiral Taylor smiled bitterly.

On the other hand, the army of idiots roaring is quite miserable. For all the survivors, this is definitely a nightmare escape.

First, they encountered the alliance's patrol team, and then they got lucky and fired a few random cannons, knocking out three alliance airships during the night battle.

Then there was an artillery battle with the Alliance's pursuit fleet, and the battle was evenly matched...how strange it was.

At a glance, Garrosh felt that he still had a lot of fleet. He thought that if the Alliance discovered it, half of it would be good. Who would have thought there could be nearly five-sixths.

As they were out of the alliance's absolute air defense circle, the captains of the tribe's ships counted their losses and realized something was wrong.

The loss is too great.

In general air combat, most ships are destroyed and people are killed.

Why does it feel like now that the ship is not destroyed but the people are dead?

I didn’t feel it at night, but there were screams and commotion everywhere.

And in order not to make themselves a target in the dark, no one is allowed to light a fire unless the hull is on fire. Whatever pain I have, I hold it back. Whoever dares to light a fire to see if he is injured or something will jump from the airship.

In the morning, most captains found that their ships had become a shura-like slaughterhouse.

The alliance seems to be using a large number of shotguns called "three-type bombs" in order to pursue hit rate. This fragmentation shell is an upgraded version of the grape bullet in the black powder era. The target is purely soft kill, and the target is human life.

For this sudden expedition, the tribe assembled a large number of elite infantry.

Almost every boat was packed like a sardine can, and it was completely overcrowded. Unless the captain indicates that no more people can be boarded, it will crash. Each tribal commander forced people in.

The result was that in the face of the alliance's scattered bullets, these tribal warriors who stood tall on the ground and could kill ten of them in melee combat had their lives meaninglessly harvested.

After the Alliance's artillery shells penetrated the armor of the tribal warship, they quickly exploded, forming a cone-shaped killing range similar to an ice cream bucket. All tribal warriors within that range were shot into a hornet's nest.

Even if they were alive, most of them were seriously injured and lying in a pool of blood, moaning in pain.

In order to avoid the artillery that repeatedly hit the side of the ship, many airships crashed because the crew inside scrambled to shrink to the other side, causing the airship's propeller to lose balance and eventually crash.

If the tribe has enough resources, they can give each elite tribe warrior a suit of iron armor and provide them with enough food and medical supplies.

Iron armor... Even the fiercest orc warriors don't like to wear full body armor. This makes them extremely vulnerable to shotgun blasts. And on the ship, who would wear heavy armor weighing more than a hundred pounds dangling around?

Speaking of medicines, after the conflict between the Horde and the Alliance at the beginning of the Cataclysm, the Horde was completely cut off from medicines.

Except for the herbs obtained by the shaman himself, it can be said that the injured tribal warriors did not receive any effective treatment. The cataclysm destroyed the natural environment in most areas, which led to a further decline in medicinal herbs.

If it weren't for the extremely barbaric traditions of the tribe itself, injuries and other injuries would basically rely on self-healing. If self-healing fails, you deserve misfortune. Except for the relatives who cried a few times, no one took it seriously.

In other words, the Alliance would have been in trouble long ago due to a massive lack of medicines that led to increased casualties.

"The Skyfire has 81 warriors who can still fight. The Mammoth has 219 warriors." Magatha next to him reported to Garrosh, which made the warchief very upset.

The breakout plan was successful, but only half of it.

He had brought so many elites, but half of them died in the sky. This kind of fuckery made Garrosh go berserk.

"Great Chief, what should we do with the wounded?"

"On almost every ship, the wounded are several times the number of capable combatants."

"Let the seriously injured guy kill himself. We are not weak Alliance dogs! A true Horde warrior, after being fatally wounded, will always find an enemy on the battlefield who can die together!" Garrosh roared angrily. His thunderous voice made everyone convey his orders with trepidation.

No one noticed that the violent aura in their chief's eyes was spreading uncontrollably. The seven terrifying auras of fear, madness, anger, doubt, confusion, hatred, and pride formed two small whirlpools, which replaced the central pupil in Garrosh's bloodshot eyes.

A tragic scene happened.

The seriously injured orcs were killing themselves. One by one, they were either forced or chose to jump from the side of the ship into the icy sea.