Chapter 323 FFF Group (Happy Mid-Autumn Festival)
The tribe has weakened.
Lothar, who has the most experience in fighting the tribe, knows this very well.
Although the current orc warriors are better equipped than before, their combat effectiveness is declining. Every one of the orcs that the Stormwind Kingdom faced at the beginning was a master of battle.
Any reckless attack, death!
Unresponsive at any moment, die!
Any competition of strength fails, death!
According to Duke, those are elites who have just experienced a war with an unknown race called the Draenei.
Not only does he know how to use all his advantages, but his combat talent is also unparalleled.
Facing such elites, the soldiers of the Stormwind Kingdom are often beaten one to ten in terms of battle damage ratio.
However, after experiencing the burning of Stormwind City and two cross-sea landings, it is difficult for Lothar to see a large number of orcs of that quality.
Here on the coast of Nanliu, Lothar estimated that the battle damage ratio has probably dropped to 1:3 between orcs and humans. This is also because the orcs lack the support of warlocks, and humans have drawn almost all mages who can fight.
Now it is like a critical point, whoever survives will win.
If the alliance can't hold it this time, then the orcs will have a large number of elites who have experienced blood and fire. Even a peon who used to only use a wooden hammer will grow into a formidable killing machine.
On the contrary, those well-trained alliance troops, such as soldiers of Lordaeron and Gilneas, will grow up quickly.
Just a little bit, just a little bit.
But Lothar has sent all the best troops he can send out. Uther led the elite of the Knights of the Silver Hand to deal with the powerful tribesmen.
Apart from sending himself up, Lothar had absolutely nothing to do.
It's no wonder Terenas is so anxious!
If it weren't for King Terenas who was still a little sober, knowing that it would be useless to send cavalry under such circumstances, he might even hit the rest of his own knights in one go.
Suddenly a voice sounded.
"Uh, this, Deputy Commander Marcus sent me a message that the 'Tactical Strike Force FFF Regiment' can be used if the battle situation is unfavorable and there is no other way to do it." It was Duke's butler Marka Luo who spoke.
In terms of force, Markaro is a scumbag.
In terms of ability, he has nothing outstanding, but his tact and dedication have made him the most well-known mouthpiece under Duke. Duke's attitude.
His appearance now is undoubtedly a breath of fresh air in the stagnant alliance headquarters.
"What? Duke has another idea!?" King Terenas grabbed Markaro's shoulder with great surprise.
"Uh, this is just an experimental weapon. It hasn't been tested in actual combat, but my lord said that you can try it if necessary." Makaro didn't say anything dead, even though Duke's original words were "the group When the guys are about to collapse, send them up to kill the Quartet." Makaro still prudently reserved room for speech.
"What is the FFF regiment?" Lothar was suspicious. He didn't disbelieve Duke. He asked Markaro to explain it to everyone after borrowing himself.
"Um, it seems to be a strange language called Fire, Fire, Fire or something? Changed to a common language, it means 'Fire, Fire, Fire!'."
Duke's backhand made Lothar's teeth ache.
"Okay, don't talk about it, just tell me how you want to cooperate. Do you want me to order to move the position of the ballista or cannon?" In the imagination of Lothar and the big guys, something that can be used as a comeback It must be something huge and terrifying.
Markaro waved his hand: "No, we are fully prepared."
On the beach front, the Alliance was losing ground.
Another line of defense with the wooden fence as the core was completely destroyed.
High Lord Mograine used a huge machete to finish off an orc who was trying to sneak up on him. After cutting the guy in half, he quickly looked at the defense line and immediately grabbed a messenger who was not far from him. Shout at him: "Form a defense squad! Back to the Sixth Fence and regroup!"
The soldier nodded, then raised his horn, blowing two short blasts, followed by another three long blasts.
After hearing this voice, from the captains of the various teams to the mid-level school officers, they shouted orders at their own troops, gathered their soldiers, formed a small square formation and retreated in a staggered manner, while ensuring that the orcs could not catch up at once.
Turning around and running or anything is death. If you are not careful, it will become a rout.
Humans with a height of 1.80 meters, no matter how fast they ran, for those orcs who were generally more than 2 meters tall, their short legs would not be able to run.
The Horde tried to break through the retreating phalanxes, but the Alliance soldiers stood close together, their weapons held steady, stabbing at any orcs who approached.
Even when retreating, each squad put up their shields and joined together, making sure that every heavy blow from the orcs was taken by more than three people at the same time.
The small shield wall is moving.
The orcs kept attacking these squads in sheer numbers, and if they were lucky, they could overwhelm these fighters. Once they fall, there is basically no chance to get up again, and the orcs will definitely swarm up to make up the knife.
Fortunately, most Union soldiers were able to successfully retreat to the next line of defense.
Looking at the sky, Mograine could not hide his sadness.
"This won't work! If we don't make it through the night, the entire coastal defense line will collapse..." Looking at the sunset, Mograine was worried.
Artisans have been frantically adding fences and arranging antlers, but the new line of defense is certainly not as strong as the first few old lines of defense. If the tribe's offensive cannot be contained before dark and the battle is turned into a positional battle, then the human beings who are at a disadvantage in individual combat strength will obviously be defeated in the night battle.
At this moment, several dazzling flames appeared from the place behind Mograine, and swayed down in the midair in the center of the battlefield.
Obviously, this has nothing to do with magic and occultism.
As soon as Mograine turned his head, he saw a group of private soldiers of Duke Marcus of the Stormwind Kingdom standing on the next line of defense.
It was a taller and brighter light that was longer and brighter than the magician's flame. Dozens of tongues of fire stretched out from the watchtower, burning the small half of the battlefield.
The glare of the flames made all other colors on the entire battlefield dim, even compared to the sun that had begun to lose its brilliance.
Fear of flames is almost the most primitive instinct of all land creatures. Its fear first came from the fire in the primeval forest hundreds of millions of years ago. From the moment there is a forest fire, the fear of flames has been deeply rooted in the genes of land creatures.
The horde's furious attack stagnated for a while.
Mograine finally had a chance to see the marks on the strange group of Union soldiers, which were three consecutive and identical symbols.
FFF
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