At this moment, above Naxxramas, Magni was desperately complaining to his subordinates!
"Not enough! Not enough! Not enough at all! Didn't we inherit the will of the great Duke Marcus, the destruction dwarves who boast that 'explosions are art'? What's the use of this small water gun! "
"Uh, when did we become the destruction dwarves …" The orange-red bearded dwarf quartermaster, Derek Benxu, complained in a low voice.
"Answer my question, quartermaster!" Magni roared.
"Sorry, Your Majesty, our ships are all full. Although the supplies have been transported to the major ports in the eastern kingdom, due to transport capacity, we are barely able to meet the daily demand for artillery shells. We are unable to bear the demand for large-caliber artillery shells. If Your Majesty has the ability to guarantee the daily consumption of 100,000 tons of artillery shells, I don't mind adding any type of artillery Your Majesty needs in the next shipment. "Derek's neck was red as he angrily rebuked his king.
Dwarves were like this. As long as they were in the right, they would fight to the end.
"Uh." Magni knew he was in the wrong and had nothing to say.
He had been busy with God's Descent recently, and he really didn't know what the logistics situation was like.
This was the inevitable drawback of modern warfare.
Artillery had brought a whole new structure to Azeroth, which had always been dominated by cold weapons — stronger offensive and defensive capabilities.
At the same time, it brought heavy pressure to the logistics. In the last battle of Mount Hyjal, because the route of retreat could be cut off at any time, it was more like a one-time deal. Supplies were done in one go.
Anyway, the personnel and equipment were either dead or depleted, so there was no need to talk about supplies.
It was different now. From the moment they settled in Cenarion Fortress, it was a tough defensive battle. The cost of destroying more than a million big bugs was the daily consumption of more than 10,000 tons of artillery shells.
Even if all the long-distance ships in the Alliance that could cross the Endless Sea were used, the average capacity was only a little more than 5,000 tons.
Even if Duque had the foresight to put several production lines of small-caliber artillery shells in Theramore, and the task of food supply was assigned to Theramore, the Night Elves, and the Horde. Almost all the transport capacity was loaded with munitions, but it was still not enough.
As the bridgehead of the Alliance, Duque couldn't put the most expensive and cutting-edge production line there. What if someone smashed it or stole it? She wouldn't even have a place to cry.
Derek reminded his king, "Your Majesty, 90% of the munitions warehouses in Tanaris's Hot Sand Port are full of rats."
Magni frowned. Two seconds later, the shameless dwarf king laughed and ran to the communication center. "Duque, Duque — we're out of ammo. Can you conjure some bread like magic potions?"
On the other side, in front of the Magic Communication Mirror, Duque rolled his eyes. "Why don't you ask me to summon an army of 100 million and directly destroy C 'Thun?"
"If it's possible, it's not bad too." Magni was shameless.
Duque really wanted to curse, "What do I need you for?"
But I just got Atiesh, and I'm in a good mood, so I won't argue with you.
"Where is the place with the most ammunition?"
Magni turned his head, and Derek immediately answered, "Menethil Port."
Menethil Port was located in the Paladin Bay, north of Iron Furnace Castle. It was originally a garden-like port of Iron Furnace Castle, but it wasn't called that. In order to perfect the estuary of the Dwarves' territory, Rotterdam almost exclusively helped the Dwarves build this port. Hence, in order to commemorate the Menethil royal family, they named it that way.
Now, the Alliance's industrial areas were mainly in the Southern Continent, and the specific functions were divided. According to the principle of proximity, Storm Port was mostly used for transporting food and daily necessities, while the heavy industrial area was undoubtedly Iron Furnace Castle. Although in order to avoid being wiped out by the enemy, Iron Furnace Castle also transported a lot of munitions to Storm Port through the underground railway of Stormwind City, and then loaded onto ships to be transported across the sea, most of the munitions were still stored in Menethil Port.
Faced with Magni's request, Duque scratched his head, and finally nodded. "Alright, I'll do it temporarily, but don't expect me to have free mana every day."
With one order from above, the subordinates ran like crazy.
In Cenarion Fortress, the Alliance Army was in a complete mess.
"Move, move! There's an order from above, empty warehouses 1 to 10 in an hour! " Originally, these warehouses were used to store ammunition. Now that there was a lack of ammunition, they were all filled with cannons and steam tanks that were either scrapped or waiting to be repaired.
The group of dwarves blew their beards and stared, completely dumbfounded.
There was only so much empty space in the relatively safe defensive circle of the fortress. Where were they supposed to move the things in such a short time?
One hour. Not to mention tools, they couldn't even make it in time when there was a serious lack of steam cranes.
Hence, a majestic scene appeared. A large group of dwarves either drove the Deity's Descent, or pulled the tribe's warriors over to be strong men.
In Menethil Port, the dwarves were originally very lazy. Apart from the sentries and patrols, the dwarves were so bored that they were bragging.
It couldn't be helped. The Alliance's ships were basically very accurate. When there were no ships, no matter how many munitions the Iron Furnace Castle transported, they could only be thrown into the warehouse at the port.
Suddenly, the Alliance's lieutenants rushed into the barracks. "Hurry, hurry! Alliance Commander Duke Marcus's direct order, prepare all the ammunition and large-caliber cannons stored in the warehouse within an hour. Bring them all to the square and wait for orders. "
The dwarves' quartermaster and logistics personnel were all dumbfounded. "So much! How do we transport it? There are at least 300,000 tons of cannon ammunition here! And that's not counting the ones stuffed on the road. Where did the Alliance get these new fleets? "
"How would I know? Maybe the Alliance's strongest mages are preparing to open a portal. "
This dwarf lieutenant's words were like a prophecy.
Right! He guessed right. Duque was going to open a portal directly.
After the tens of thousands of people below were exhausted, Duque didn't care so much. He just held up Atiesh and started working.
"Ah! Thinking back, this thing could only open a Karazhan portal and send people to Karazhan … "Duque muttered to himself.
Of course, as a good, pure, and lawful citizen, Duke would often use Atiesh to open a Karazhan Teleportation Portal beside the Teleportation Portal that the other Mages had opened to return to Iron Stove Castle or Dalaran. Of course, as a good, pure, and lawful citizen, Duke knew that many of his party members were very talented in destroying the [Hearthstones] that could teleport them home.
He even put the two portals almost together.
In the end, a bunch of people who didn't know the truth were bitterly sent to Karazhan in the wilderness just like that.
Hm, it was purely a slip of my hand. You really can't blame me.
Hahahahaha!
No one would have thought that an evil priest could actually open a Karazhan portal.
At that time, Duque was scolded quite a bit … but Duque was very proud! He had one of the 1167 Atiesh in the entire national server.
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