"Bang, bang, bang —" It was like a sound test before a piano performance. From the first note, it continued from the bow to the stern. Continuous smoke rose from the cannons, and immediately after, a dense rain of cannonballs fell from the sky.
Hundreds of large-caliber cannonballs landed around the Fel Reaver, causing a chain of explosions that seemed to shatter the heavens and split the earth.
A thousand meters away, even if the unreliable commander Hoof had spent the past few days studying the Alliance's Infantry Artillery Coordination Command Manual, and had all the infantrymen crouch on the ground or dig shallow trenches before the bombardment was completed, it still felt unbearable.
What was even more unbearable was yet to come.
Subconsciously, everyone thought that the explosion, which could even flatten a mountain, should have flattened everything, much less a mere Fel Reavers.
However, the Fel Reavers merely knelt on the ground from the powerful impact. After the bombardment, the three Fel Reavers stood up again, and took huge strides towards the direction of the Alliance's infantrymen.
Imriel was under immense pressure.
The Army Fel Reavers, which were ten stories tall, covered nearly ten meters in a single step.
If they knew how to charge, they would be able to cover a thousand meters in a few blinks of an eye.
To retreat, or not to retreat, this was a serious problem.
"Commander! Please make a decision! "Voices that sounded like questions came from below, but were actually interrogations.
Whether the ten thousand people stayed or retreated, it would be a huge risk.
If they stayed, they could only hope that the Alliance's next round of bombardment would be effective. Otherwise, if they waited until the next round, they might be caught in the crossfire because they were too close.
It was only a 203mm cannon, but a single shot from it could kill all humans and animals within a radius of 30 meters. Not to mention a 400-millimeter cannon and above.
If they waited too long, even if they could take care of the three Fel Reavers, the Alliance's infantrymen would still suffer heavy casualties.
Retreating was also a huge problem.
Because the troops had sneaked over from Ilidare's sentry post, they had taken the mountain road. Mountain roads were always easy to see, but the closer one was, the farther one walked. Moreover, there were usually only one or two easy roads.
It was easy to come in, but difficult to retreat.
Imriel bit hard on the nail of her right thumb. Her tail seemed to be equipped with a small motor, spinning non-stop.
When she was at her most hesitant, she thought of Mark Dooku, who had never disappointed anyone.
From the rescue of Shattrath City, to the destruction of the Fel Beastmen in Zangarmarsh, and then to the Illidari Sentry.
Imriel suddenly bit his lips. "Dead man, I'll trust you one more time."
Three seconds later, Imriel hammered the ground. "Pass down my orders. Everyone, stay where you are and wait. No one is to retreat. Those who withdrew without permission would be treated as deserters. If there's any responsibility, I'll take it! "
The silent uproar spread across the entire magic communication network.
No one protested. No one even uttered a word.
Shattrath Garrison Officer Malaad did not object, Highlord Yorregar did not object, so what right did they have to object to the orders of the highest commander of this army?
Unless two-thirds of the lower-ranking frontline commanders collectively opposed the orders of the higher-ranking commanders, even if the order was wrong, it had to be carried out in the most thorough manner.
This was the military rule that the Alliance's Commander-in-Chief, Duke Marcus, had set for 24 years and had always been strictly enforced.
Unknowingly, the Alliance had changed from a loose coalition of kingdoms to the strictest and most disciplined military organization that crossed national boundaries.
This was the tempering that the twenty years of war had brought to the people of Azeroth.
It was also the result of Duque and the other heroes' struggle for so many years.
Even though the one leading the army was a young and seemingly inexperienced commander like Imriel, his orders were still carried out.
In the distance, the sound of heavy footsteps rumbled incessantly, getting closer and closer.
The soldiers who were crawling on the ground could even clearly see the gravel in front of them jumping rhythmically, and the jumping was getting higher and higher.
However, not a single soldier moved, much less ran away.
This was the magic of willpower, the magic of discipline!
On the Black Pearl, whether it was Duque or the two Dwarf Kings, most of them looked at this scene with satisfaction.
"Alright, Du … Mark. I've lost. Show me your secret weapon. "Bu Laing made a gesture of surrender.
Under Duque's control, Mark pressed the magic transmission button, then glared fiercely at the pandaren with black and white fur on the other side of the magic mirror.
Jun Muqi, the guy with the strange Chinese name, when he heard that the Alliance's envoy had ordered him to wear an oxygen mask and swim in a cesspool for an hour, his face immediately turned blue.
Then, this guy was also ruthless.
He didn't protest, but he filed an appeal.
Then, in a special appeal conference held by the Alliance, he decisively pleaded guilty and pleaded for mercy.
"I've done meritorious service for your country, I've acted cute for the various Queens! His Majesty Menethil, His Majesty Barov, and His Majesty Proudmoore all liked my performance. I believe that the Alliance's Commander-in-Chief, Sir Marcus, would also not want to see your Majesties watch a panda swim in a cesspool next time. "
Finally, Jun Muqi used his ultimate move — rolling on the ground.
There were always some creatures in this world that could do nothing. Just by performing the most basic eating, drinking, defecating, and acting cute, they could gain the fanatical love of people all over the world. For example, pandas.
Although there was a fundamental difference between pandas and panda-people, their appearance of acting cute didn't change.
He really didn't know how this bastard did it. In Karazhan, Duque actually received three urgent pleas for mercy from his harem in one go.
"Duque, I'm not against you punishing this guy, but can you change the method?"
Because of her eternal youth, Kalia still looked as pure and lovely as a 16-year-old girl in the prime of her life. When she looked at Duque pitifully with an expression that looked like she was about to cry.
What else could Duque do?
There was no such thing as swimming in a cesspool in the Alliance's laws. In the end, it was Duque who didn't have the right to do it. In the end, he was only punished with writing a reflection and a small fine.
Now, when Duque looked at this guy, he couldn't help but get angry, but he could only do business. "It's your Royal Special Fleet's turn."
Jun Muqi smiled and saluted. "Understood, Sir Envoy! The Royal Brothel Group, oh, the Royal Special Fleet will not disappoint you. "
What the hell, the Royal Brothel Group became the Royal Brothel Group. You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?
Duque was so angry that his teeth itched.
Jun Muqi acted out how to make the black and white world colorful — he stuck out his tongue. The little red tongue looked very cute.
Considering that this guy was actually a rough man, Duque couldn't wait to slap this bastard to death.
That was a matter of no return.
At this moment, in addition to the previous three warships, there was also Counterattack, Prestige, Nelson, Vanguard, Duke of York, and Prince of Wales.
These flying warships turned their turrets at the same time and let out a deafening roar.
A few seconds later, ten thousand meters away, the right arm of an army fel mech exploded.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
