Chapter 566 The Last Chance (1100 Monthly Pass)

Unlike World War II before Duke Crossing, it was the era of hot weapons.

In this era of cold weapons, Duke added many improvements to the No. 4 tank.

For example, the spikes and bump angles on the front of the car, and a steel triangular tip similar to an icebreaker is installed near the chassis.

On both sides of the car, Duke originally wanted to use armor closer to the ground to protect the wheels and tracks in the style of a tank. The dwarf craftsman Gelbin said, why not install a razor like a horse-drawn chariot?

As a result, there were more than a dozen slender steel thorns extending from the wheel bearings on both sides. When the chariot was traveling at high speed, anyone who easily approached the side of the chariot would be amputated by the high-speed rolling steel thorns.

Because the back of the chariot is where the dwarves get on the chariot, there is relatively little protection. That's only relative. There are more than 10 small holes on the back deck. Even if you are not used to it, the dwarves can still shoot out from the holes, and use spears to teach the guys outside to be human.

These No. 4 chariots, which integrated offense and defense, and were able to move forward at high speed, easily smashed the orc formation into pieces. The only ogre that could pose a threat to the No. 4 tank was killed one by one by the Windrunner Ranger team affiliated to Duke.

The Panzer IV was followed by the simpler open-top armored car.

These rush-made armored vehicles do not have the strong assault capability of the No. 4 tank, nor are they equipped with mortars. As a supplement to the No. 4 tank, twelve dwarf musketeers and twelve grenadiers are arranged on the upper layer of the armored vehicle.

What they threw was, of course, the iron grenade widely used by Duke when defending Stormwind.

This kind of crude engineering product is not very effective in dealing with orc warriors, but it is quite effective against armed orc laborers.

Even if the Black Iron Dwarves supported the tribe with all their strength, it would be impossible for them to have so many resources to put 250,000 orcs in full body armor in one go. Those who can have full body armor are still a minority after all. Those hard workers only got a fairly sharp iron weapon for each of them. These people don't even have shoes, they are equivalent to the existence of slaves, what can they use to defend against the fragments of the iron grenade?

Three hundred chariots, plus five hundred armored vehicles, rushed in from the right flank, plowing through the entire orc left flank like a plow. Followed by the 40,000 dwarf commandos who frantically made up their swords.

Finally, the left wing of the orcs, unable to bear this unknown and terrifying blow, completely collapsed and began to flee. The army of the orcs is not as clearly distinguished as the army of humans. When they fight, they swarm up in swarms. So the left wing of the orcs is also the left wing of the entire army.

And this vacillation directly affected Orgrim, who was still in the bloody battle on the front line.

After knocking five human warriors away with a single hammer, Orgrim noticed that the orcs on the left flank were suddenly few and far between.

When he turned his head, he saw a scene that made him tear up.

The warriors of the tribe are actually fleeing! ?

No, not just the left. Orgrim also saw that the huge iron bumps of the dwarves had pierced through the entire left flank, started to turn, and had already circled to the rear of the entire tribe's army. From the looks of it, it would take less than twenty minutes to kill through the entire tribal formation, entering from the left and exiting from the right.

No one knows better than Orgrim what it means to be defeated by the alliance.

I don't know how many battles I have fought with the alliance. Every time the cavalry of the alliance kills the tribe's formation, the tribe will surely swallow the bitter fruit of defeat.

"What are the other chieftains doing!?" Orgrim growled.

He suddenly saw that the chief of a second-rate clan began to assemble a large group of orc warriors, carrying huge tree trunks, as if preparing to attack those huge iron lumps.

Then……

"Boom!" There was a loud noise, and a large cloud of black smoke rose from the largest iron bump in the car.

A second later, the group of at least 300 orc warriors were all blown into the sky in the form of body parts.

"What is this!?" Orgrim was dumbfounded.

It's not that he hasn't seen dwarves' weird things that have no practical value. But he had never seen such a terrifying war machine.

Is it new?

Or have the dwarves been hiding, enduring so far?

The unknown is always frightening.

One orc clan after another began to collapse and flee. Even though the orc trumpeters were still blowing the attack horn with all their might, they still tried to rush back to the Blackstone Fortress three kilometers away as if losing their minds.

In their hearts, only there is a truly safe haven.

Here, is the orc's nightmare.

"No! Come back! You gutless waste!" Orgrim roared heart-piercingly. Unfortunately, on this noisy battlefield, his voice could be heard a hundred meters away because he was loud enough. big.

Over there, as if seeing hope, the soldiers of the alliance began to run back. The commanders of the alliance held their flags high, and broken soldiers continued to gather under the banners that symbolized courage. Even though they wore different armors and held different styles of shields, new human phalanxes appeared one after another.

Not only that, Orgrim saw the light of the portal on the back of the humans, and those mages who most frightened the orcs began to re-enter.

The gorgeous magical brilliance reappeared again.

Poured on the battle line of the frontline orcs who had lost their vigor.

"Ah, no!"

"Ancestor! Where are you? Please protect me!"

"For the Horde... ah!"

This is the collapse of morale, and the collapse of the only way to victory for the orcs.

"No! I'm not reconciled!" Orgrim roared like a madman.

Victory... Victory was so close it seemed within reach. It was clearly within sight, but why did it disappear in the blink of an eye?

Or is it an unrealistic expectation that the Horde will occupy the entire planet of Azeroth from start to finish? The invincible tribe, the tribe that once dominated the entire world! What's wrong with you?

Didn't the Draenei still make a lot of weird things back then?

so what?

Didn't the Horde still win?

Why did this familiar smell, which originated from victory, start to leave the tribe after setting foot on this land of another world?

Orgrim still remembers the taste before the expedition - the bravest warriors of each clan took the young orcs to the expedition, and told them the heritage of the tribe and the belief in victory before the expedition. With the most heroic and brave battles, they conquered one enemy after another.

It was true five years ago, it was true a hundred years ago, and it was true thousands of years ago.

I thought this belief would last forever and be passed down from generation to generation.

The power inherited from the ancestors this time should also be the power passed on to the descendants of the orcs.

Why, these young orcs now forget this courage?

Orgrim's eyes were wide open, he was unwilling, he was unwilling! He is still looking for the last chance to come back!

Suddenly, he thought, he had found it!