Chapter 362 11. Battle of Ironforge. Foreman
"The news gathered from all directions has indicated the current situation!"
On the second day after the banquet, in the combat command room of the Ironforge Military District, facing dwarven generals and marshals wearing armor and carrying weapons, Danas looked at the map of Khaz Modan on the table in front of him. On it, a big X was drawn.
"The undead have stockpiled heavy troops from two legions in the area bordering the Badlands and Thelsamar. Obviously, the northeast is their main direction of attack, and the fortress on the front line of Khaz Modan is very lonely. There is only one legion there. And so far, the undead in the direction of Stormwind have no intention of increasing their troops, they are spreading suspicious soldiers, obviously, they want to drag part of our power in Khaz Modan permanently!"
"Cunning, isn't it?"
Danas looked at the dwarven generals around him, he threw the drawing pen in his hand on the table, and shouted loudly:
"But they have encountered a more dangerous opponent. After 2 days, we will kill this fortress of the undead! Drive them out of Khaz Modan completely, and then fight them in Thelsama!"
"We'll kick their asses out this time!"
Dwarf Marshal Burim Golden Hammer waved his fist and shouted in a thunderous voice:
"Fight against Ironforge's steam tank troops on the plains? Ha, our torrent of steel will crush all the undead that stand in our way!"
"Crush!"
A group of dwarves shouted this word, and the atmosphere in the war room was extremely warm. I have to say that the single-minded style of the dwarves is sometimes a headache, but in this situation facing the threat of war, a group of The tough guy dwarves who never know how to back down as your teammates will definitely give you a lot of peace of mind.
Of course, Danas wasn't blindly excited, although whether it was the agents of SI:7, the assassins of the League of Assassins, or the ranger scouts of Quel'Thalas, the news gathered from all sides supported him Guessing the situation of the battle, but looking at the map of Khaz Modan in front of him, the human general always has a lingering uneasiness in his heart.
Emotional thinking told him that under this seemingly normal strategy, the undead was hiding a conspiracy that he hadn't discovered yet, but rationality told him that in this kind of decision involving the destiny of a country, one cannot use emotional thinking as a basis for judgment.
He is a seasoned veteran of the army. For him, war is always very simple. It is excellent to get enough information, understand the truth of the battlefield, and gain insight into the enemy's movements, instead of looking at the war according to his own cranky wishes. quality that has won him many victories in the past...
"In short, send more scouts, and send out everyone we can use!"
Danas said to his lieutenant:
"During these 2 days, I have been monitoring the movements of Khaz Modan, Stormwind City, and the Badlands non-stop. If there is any change, you must let me know as soon as possible!"
"Yes, General!"
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And just two days after the military area of Ironforge was advancing in full swing, while the undead army of Khaz Modan attacked, on the other side of the huge underground city of Ironforge, outside the Hall of Explorers, craftsmen In the depths of the area, many dwarves and human miners are also busy here.
In front of their eyes was a huge underground hall, with many pillars supporting the place, which looked as magnificent as an unpainted palace.
And on the calm ground, there are two semi-circular huge black holes, which are big enough for a giant dragon to fold its wings and walk in. There are many complicated instruments arranged around the smooth hole, even Under the hole, complex and cumbersome steel rails and steel brackets are used to support the entire empty space so that it will not be directly destroyed in the earthquake.
In the original design, these two huge adjacent holes and the entire attached empty hall started from Ironforge and directly led to the underground rail system of Stormwind City. This kind of underground transportation looks very cool. The system was designed by the best dwarf designers at the request of the Royal Family of Stormwind.
In an ideal plan, thousands of kilometers from Ironforge to Stormwind City will pass through the mountains and ridges underground, forming a straight rail line, and it will only take 30-45 minutes to arrive. This is definitely Azeroth The fastest means of transportation in the history of Civilization, and its prototype is the sky rails in the dwarf city Gnomeregan.
Although few people have visited the gnome's technological city, to be honest, this is actually a highly completed technology.
The Wrynn royal family, who were rebuilding the kingdom at the beginning, hoped to use this convenient underground transportation system to draw in their connection with Ironforge, so that they could use the resources and business system of the dwarves to restore Stormwind City more quickly. Prosperous, frankly speaking, if Tyrion and his Dark Blade Legion hadn't appeared, once this railroad track was built, the economy of Stormwind Kingdom would quickly jump to a higher level.
Unfortunately, everything is empty now.
The undead have occupied Stormwind City, and they are now planning to attack Khaz Modan. As long as the dwarves have no problem with their brains, they will not continue to dig this underground tunnel that is about to be connected, just like King Magni said , Although it is a waste, but in order to ensure the safety of Ironforge, they must blow up this underground tunnel before the undead find and use it.
"But it's not that simple for us to blow it up, Foreman John, you are one of the most famous architects in Gilneas, I believe you can understand our difficulties."
The person in charge of this matter is the "Idle Prince" Brian Bronzebeard of the Bronzebeard royal family. Bronzebeard, the honorary president of the Adventurer's Association, often uses some explosives during some troublesome archaeological processes. It is a very delicate work. Once there are too many explosives, even if it is only a little bit, it will directly lead to the destruction of precious cultural relics.
Therefore, Brian is theoretically also a master of explosives, and sending him to take charge of this matter can be regarded as a business hook. At this time, His Royal Highness was wearing his iconic archaeological uniform and a wide-brimmed hat. A well-mannered black-haired human with a monocle sunglasses narrated this big project.
In the face of Brian's question, the foreman called "John" smiled implicitly, his beautiful light blue eyes narrowed, and said softly:
"Of course, I fully understand the concerns of my dwarf friends. To blow up two tunnels of this size at once, the explosives to be used can almost be used to blow up the entire Greymane Wall. This is a very dangerous move. What's more, this tunnel was dug through Khaz Modan and the main ridge of Red Ridge Mountain. Any unprofessional blasting may damage the mountain structure, and the most serious consequences..."
Foreman John shrugged and gave Brian a playful smile:
"The most serious result, after a big explosion, the internal rocks that shake off may directly destroy one-third, not... two-thirds of Ironforge, so this matter is best left to the most Professionals do it."
"Yes! That's right, professional matters must be left to experts!"
Brian took off his wide-brimmed hat and stood in front of the dry and dark tunnel. While fanning the wind, he glanced at Foreman John, who was dressed similarly to the nobles' butler, and said in a deep voice:
"So among the 23 experts who came from the whole of northern Xinjiang, we finally chose you. You and your workers have the same understanding and use skills of explosives as the best dwarf artillery. By the way, listen Said you served in the army before?"
"certainly."
Mr. John said politely:
"I could have stayed safely in the town where I was born and served my lord, but in the end I was inspired by the alliance and joined the army of Marshal Lothar, oh yes, now we will call him "Your Majesty", in short, I have been to the Burning Plains, and I have personally seen the orcs being defeated by us. The workers and I were also my former comrades-in-arms. In that war, we lost a lot, but we also... .. and learned a lot.”
Mr. Foreman was silent for a moment. A trace of indifference flashed in his eyes where Brian didn't see it, and it was fleeting. He looked back at the dwarf:
"Give us 2 days, and we will arrange enough explosives in the safest place of the tunnel. In addition, there may be some vibrations during construction. After all, we have to dig out the rocks and bury the explosives in the mountain. I hope this It will not affect the daily life of our dwarven friends."
"No, alas, I hope this damn war ends soon."
Brian Bronzebeard spat unluckily towards the tunnel in front of him, he turned and was about to leave, but after a while, he turned his head again, looked at the silent foreman, and asked curiously:
"This is my personal curiosity. If you don't mind, Mr. John, may I know the name of the company you served in?"
This question kept the foreman silent for a moment. After a few seconds, he took off his monocle and looked back at Brian with a warm smile on his face:
"I served in... B Company."
"Oh Cool! Company of Heroes! I've heard stories about Company B."
Brian Bronzebeard grabbed his hair and thought for a while, then put his left fist on his chest with a serious face:
"veteran!"
Foreman John shrugged, made the same gesture, and responded:
"Forever loyal!"
The two laughed, then turned to say goodbye, and watched Brian disappear at the end of the road in the artisan district. Foreman John, who had been smiling just now, calmed down. Behind him, the team members in workers' uniforms quickly gathered After coming over, John didn't look back, but ordered in a low voice:
"Meenason, set up the beacon. The others are covering and building a sound barrier as quickly as possible... That weird dwarf may have begun to suspect us."
"Shakeen, don't blame me for contradicting you. No matter how you look at it, he is just an ordinary dwarf, not a brilliant warrior, not a weird mage. Are you sure he can see through our bodies activated by dragon blood?"
The death knight in the team said something in a low voice, but in exchange for John J. Keeshan's indifferent gaze, he said word by word:
"No matter who you work for, remember the B Company's code of conduct. We... never gamble on luck!"
"Get to work!"
On the other side, Brian walked back to the Hall of Explorers suspiciously. He greeted the dwarf archaeologists he knew well. Everything went well today, but Brian Bronzebeard couldn't calm down. What to do? He is absent-minded about things, and even when he is learning the obscure Titan language alone, he loses interest in learning because of being upset and irritable.
"No, no, something is wrong."
Brian clutched his head and howled, distraught.
There are always some people in the world who are special, and their uniqueness cannot be seen from their appearance. Maybe they are just farmers who work all day long, or maybe they are assassins who live in the dark. In short, those special people have an amazing talent. I can always feel the coming of danger in advance, and I can't explain the reason clearly, and I can't explain the reason clearly. It's just a hazy idea.
But once that thought about the future arises, it drives them to deal with it, whether they want to or not.
And Brian Bronzebeard, this carefree-looking dwarf, from the day he joined the Explorers' Association to the present, he has wandered in countless ancient tombs and experienced countless dangers, but every time he can meet the evil Huaji, if this is just due to luck, it would be a bit too bizarre.
So there is no doubt that Brian is the kind of guy who is extremely sensitive to danger, but maybe he doesn't know it himself.
"Hilda! Hilda! Hilda!"
Brian yelled at his personal assistant at the top of his voice, and soon, a female dwarf with braids ran over holding a stack of documents. Brian yelled at her with a trace of nameless anger:
"Help me find some things... the design drawings of the Stormwind Metro, the explosives reserve statistics, the information of the foremen who have been conscripted, by the way, and B Company, all the information about B Company, give me Bring it!"
After a while, a large pile of documents was placed in front of Brian. The height of the documents was almost as high as his height. The old dwarf threw his wide-brimmed hat aside, grabbed the materials in front of him, and flipped through them. While staring at the bloodshot eyes:
"Whatever you are...I'll find you! Old Bryan never gives up!"
After reading the discussion of the brothers, in my opinion, the power of magic is very powerful, but the problem is that magic belongs to the power of a few people, and technology, such as fantasy engineering represented by gnomes and goblins, is the only one It is the power that really belongs to everyone... It's not that I plan to overthrow everything and start from scratch, but to use the power of fantasy technology to make up for the weak... Also, pay attention, this is a fantasy technology tree, don't always bring in real technology Well, gnomes and goblins have invented stupid biped combat robots before even the oil fuel technology has developed to the top, but the real technology is obviously not able to do this...