In the northern region of Northrend, most of the areas were extremely cold.
Duque did not know how the Silver Northern Expedition was organized in history. He only knew that even though he had made so many preparations for the conquest of Northrend, there were still all kinds of ridiculous situations.
However, there were many soldiers in the Alliance who knew their soldiers well.
An old dwarf lectured the new recruits, "Let me tell you, the commander of the Alliance, Duke Marcus, is the commander who knows his soldiers the best. If it was in the past, you could only wear broken leather boots. When your toes froze black, your toes would be dead and useless. Now, you have imported animal hides from the tribe and cotton boots to protect your feet. "
Cotton boots, cotton-padded jackets, spiked shoes, snow tracks, military rations and hot soup that could be heated by pulling a wire. Duque even strictly ordered that the toilets must be connected to the barracks. If the soldiers left the barracks to go to the toilet in the middle of the night, even if the toilet was only five meters away, they might freeze to death due to the snowstorm.
All these details reflected the meticulous preparations that the Alliance had made for this northern expedition.
Usually, after sleeping in such a world of ice and snow, even if there were tents, there might be many soldiers who would never wake up the next morning.
They did not die on the battlefield, but in an unknown place, which was quite a blow to the morale.
But since the simple hot beds and the new mobile central heating system were invented, the non-battle losses of soldiers camping in the wild had basically dropped to single digits.
William led the Alliance army to attack the Howling Fjord, and in history, less than 10,000 people could kill their way to Utgard Castle. It was not that the Alliance and the Horde did not want to invest more troops, but that the logistics could not keep up.
Now, it was completely different.
The Flying Fortress Naxxramas opened the way, and the Alliance forcefully landed on the shoals on the east and west sides. Then, huge conveyor tracks were set up on the shoals, and the diesel engine drove the tracks to transport boxes of military supplies to the plateau of the Howling Fjord, which was tens of meters high. Soldiers, heavy tanks, and other military equipment were transported back and forth by large elevators.
Looking at a group of soldiers using a fire that had been prepared in advance to burn the lower part of the diesel engine, William felt a sense of extravagance.
He smiled bitterly. "Could it be that Uncle Duque really has the ability to predict the future?"
Once upon a time, Valeera would always play the role of cheering William on and encouraging him, saying that he could surpass Duque. However, after spending so much time together, Valeera could no longer say it. "Perhaps …"
The Alliance had only popularized diesel engines in the past few years. Steam engines could not operate in extremely cold weather, but they had been tested. But it was hard to estimate how good a diesel engine would be in a damned place like Noscent.
After all, there were not many extremely cold regions in the Eastern Kingdom. Even the snow-covered Loch Modan and the former Alterac only had a temperature of a few degrees below zero. There wasn't a single military consultant or staff officer who suggested how to start a diesel engine that was completely frozen by frost in a temperature of -40 degrees Celsius.
When the problem arose, most of the Alliance Army was in despair. If the Alliance's technological products were excluded, it meant that they could only rely on the most primitive infantry and the Griffin Knights to fight.
If that continued, the Alliance would definitely suffer heavy casualties.
Who knew that in less than two minutes, Duque would reply and ask them to set up a stove under the engine to roast it?
It sounded ridiculous, but during World War II on Earth, both the Soviet Army and the German Army did this in extremely cold weather. Otherwise, even if the soldiers used hammers to smash the ice on the outside, the inside would still be frozen into a lump of ice and would not be able to move at all.
If they wanted to roast it, to what extent?
He replied, "The ice has melted, and the outer armor has started to turn black. Leave the rest to the anti-freeze oil."
It was a simple, violent, and meaningful solution, and it was settled just like that.
However, everyone knew that Duque had never been in the snow for the first half of his life. Something that even the Dwarves couldn't do was solved by him. Not only did he use the stove to deal with the frozen machine, but he also used the anti-freeze oil.
The Dwarves had to go through thousands of experiments before they could come up with a better formula. However, Duque had already given them the formula for the results, so he just f * cking did it.
Black technology was thrown out one after another, making the Gnome and Dwarf inventors dizzy.
Gerbin complained more than once that Duque's actions would make their scientists useless.
Duque shrugged. "The Burning Legion will make a comeback in less than ten years. I can't do anything about it! Why don't you let the Burning Legion be late, and I'll give your scientists more time to practice? "
Gerbin was speechless.
With such powerful modern equipment, the armies on both the East and West practically advanced while laying railways. With an irresistible momentum, it only took a little more than a week for them to converge under Utgard Castle.
The East Army directly set up heavy cannons across the Imilon Waterfall on the east side of the castle, while the main force led by William on the West Army set up the cannons and lined up the Orc infantry legion led by young Salufar.
This was not only making the best use of everything, but also a form of deterrence.
The bombardment of the 155mm heavy cannons only took a few minutes to leave the stronghold of the Vrykul King Imilon riddled with holes. In the eyes of the Alliance's cannons, a castle that had not been reinforced by magical protection arrays was just a large target.
The city that the Vrykul had spent a whole ten centuries to build was destroyed by the cannons of the Alliance in a few minutes.
"Air Defense Unit, get ready!" William raised his two swords — [Seramani], which was a combination of the Shadow Ripper [Sharatol] and the Shadow Plunderer [Eremene] — high up.
As expected, the Vrykul, who had half-giant bloodlines and huge bodies, continuously poured out from behind the destroyed high walls of the castle. They spread their legs and swarmed towards the allied forces of the Alliance and the Horde in a messy formation.
The Vrykul were loyal to their King Imilon. Although the Orcs always said that they were a race born to fight, compared to the Vrykul, it seemed that the Vrykul were more worthy of this title.
If they were just the giant Vrykul, it would not be enough for the Alliance to pay so much attention to them. The real name of the Vrykul was the Dragonraider Clan.
Among the most commonly seen Progenitor Dragons, these beasts were different from their relatives of the Five-Colored Guardian Dragon Clan, who had been bestowed some power and high intelligence by the Titans. The Progenitor Dragons did not have a magical physique, and their intelligence was slightly lower. Strictly speaking, they were standard dragon beasts.
They did not have the long necks of their distant relatives of the Guardian Dragon Clan, and their tails were shorter. However, the proportion of their head was larger, and their strong jaws made up more than 40% of their head. The wings were very powerful, but the front legs were almost completely degenerated. When not flying, the wings played the main role of supporting the body. The hind legs were thick and strong, and were the main tool for hunting. Compared to the Guardian Dragon Clan, their entire body was more streamlined and suitable for flight.
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