Chapter 937 Cannon Masturbation

With a roar, the huge black square-headed hammer in Thrall's hand burst out with a blazing light like a small sun.

A huge abomination rushed towards Thrall with open arms, and was hit in the head on the spot.

He looks like a fat man with a waistline of at least five or six meters. Under this blow, the sutures on his body burst, and scorching fire flowed out from between the pieces of meat that were forcibly sewn together.

The next moment, the huge body fell apart on the spot.

Sal thought he was quite violent at first, but he was suddenly frightened by the loud roar coming from his ears.

That's Cairne Bloodhoof.

This burly tauren chief, who was even bigger than Sal by a full circle, was the youngest and strongest at his age.

A super-large totem pole that could be used as the main beam of the orc barracks was swept across in one sweep. The two abominations that rushed towards him had been beaten into two halves. He picked up the lower body of an abomination and threw it out effortlessly. It was like a bowling ball, but also like a cannonball, knocking down dozens of abominations that swarmed up.

Even Grom, who killed a hateful roarer with an axe, stared at this scene with his mouth open.

The place chosen by the dwarves to build the city wall is naturally the narrowest and steepest place in the mountain road. It is two hundred meters long from left to right. It sounds very long, but in fact it is extremely narrow for a battlefield.

Excluding the taller and stronger bastions protruding from the city wall, the actual length of contact with the enemy was only one hundred and fifty meters. Guarded by tribal chiefs, whether they are miscellaneous soldiers or elites, they will be destroyed as many as they come.

Seeing that the number of the undead army was gradually increasing, Vol'jin waved his hand, and immediately the orcs on the bastion shook the handle of the pump vigorously up and down, using the FFF flamethrower that once made the tribe fearful, on the undead.

The city defense version of the flamethrower is even more insane. The improved fuel oil is clearer and has a higher combustion ratio. Because of the 45-degree mountain terrain and the upper hand, the flames can easily shoot out a hundred meters away.

After several back and forths, the eight bastions had turned the narrow mountain road into a purgatory of flames.

The explosion of the small steel cannon, coupled with the watering of the flamethrower, even if occasionally an elite-level hatred can rush up covered with fire, it is only a blow from an orc centurion or a tauren warrior.

Grom held the [Blood Roar], and his eyes seemed to travel through time and space, returning to the magnificent war era.

Once upon a time, the battlefield between the Alliance and the Horde was a battlefield dominated by strength, skill and courage. It was an era when tribal elites who had experienced the Draenei wars showed off their force wantonly.

Until, a human named Duke Marcus emerged and completely changed the battlefield pattern.

His little invention, the F flamethrower, kept the Warsong clan's 100,000 elites from advancing in the Silver Pine Forest area. They had to rely on the Blackstone Clan, which was naturally more powerful in fire resistance, as the main force.

Unexpectedly, thirteen years have passed, and now it is the orcs' turn to use fire to clean up the Scourge.

"Careful!" Varok suddenly shouted.

Everyone suddenly discovered that there were many huge abominations with a breath of frost all over their bodies. After majestically rushing through the dead zone of the cannonballs, they waded through the sea of ​​fire and finally reached the city wall.

"Use [Incendiary Bombs]!" Thrall ordered decisively.

At the back of the platform of the city wall, the orcs were busy throwing out the iron lumps of metal shells with great rudeness. Then, when the so-called [incendive bombs] were thrown into the sea of ​​fire, a burst of more intense fire suddenly burst out. .

The high temperature generated there was unbearable even for the orcs standing upwind. Not to mention the hatred in the sea of ​​fire.

The ultra-high temperature caused his fat body to constantly 'lose weight'. The essence of the corpse was still grease and bones. As long as the fire was strong enough, Abomination itself would be a huge flammable object.

After finally breaking through the hatred of frontier purgatory, he just knelt down.

"Haha! If the Burning Legion is at this level, let alone three days and three nights, I won't have any problem even if it lasts for a week." A young orc warrior became proud.

As if to slap him in the face, darkness filled the distance, and a large number of gargoyles began to fly over the height line of the forbidden air.

Thrall's face turned dark: "Let the brothers who are wolf cavalry prepare to throw the net."

The tribe at this stage is extremely poor, and they don't have many wyverns. How can they possibly use them to compete with thousands of gargoyles from the other side?

Fortunately, the special characteristics of Mount Hyjal reduced the climbing height of the gargoyles, otherwise this battle would not have been fought at all. In fact, apart from throwing nets, the only effective long-range weapons of the tribe are the inefficient spears in the hands of trolls.

Of course, there are still shamans in the tribe.

It's a pity that shamans are so rare. They are all precious little things, and they are afraid of melting in the palm of your hand. In addition to leaving the rear to treat the wounded, Thrall will not let the shamans go to the front line until the end.

At this time, Brian's [Giant Insect Larvae] musket on the third city wall accidentally went off.

"Bang!" A huge gunshot sounded, startling the surrounding Alliance soldiers.

Brian's face didn't turn red, his heart didn't beat, and he kept talking: "You don't understand this! I fired the gun as a signal to tell you that it's time to load [Type III ammunition]."

The so-called [three-style bomb] is also Du's bad taste. When he originally proposed this idea, he didn't expect dwarves and gnomes to be able to research it.

However, the dwarves are not afraid of your big ideas, but they are afraid that your ideas are unreliable and waste a lot of materials.

Duke, who seems to have a big and reliable mind, is naturally the god of invention among the dwarfs. During the ten years of his absence, the dwarves regarded Duke's idea as the "Duke Bible", developed the "three-type bomb" and mass-produced it.

The El Chapo version of the [Type III bomb] uses a large artillery shell with many burning bullets inside the body. Taking the caliber of a small steel cannon as an example, the produced artillery shell is one meter in diameter and three meters long. Weighing 1360kg, there are 996 to 1200 sub-munitions in the bomb, and there are various caliber versions such as small steel cannon and small Duke cannon.

Once blasted out, it will be a mess. No matter how many air forces are in that area, they will all be taken away in one pot.

What?

Why not just load loose bullets, such as grapeshot from cannons, you ask?

The range of grape bullets is too close and they can’t hit far!

What's more, if you fire a cannon behind the orcs, if the cannonball cannot bypass the city wall in front and hits the orcs on the butt, the Alliance and the Horde may take action themselves before the Burning Legion comes to kill them.

Just as Thrall was preparing to bear it hard, the small steel cannon that had killed their predecessors miserably opened fire again. It's different from the big cannonball that exploded when it hit the ground.

This is a cone of flame that explodes directly into the air, as beautiful as a firework.