Through the telescope, Andoine and Bolvar watched the bloody battlefield and the Orc labourers who were groaning in pain as they walked towards death. Andoine and Bolvar were tongue-tied.
"Damn it, these Goblins make me feel like I've wasted my years of martial arts training." Andoine smacked his lips, seemingly thirsty from unease.
"Duque! How many did you order? I want more of these Iron Skin Grenades. "Bolvar was even more direct, demanding an exorbitant price right from the start.
Duque smiled without saying a word as he handed over a price list. It listed the price of the Iron Skin Grenades, as well as the skyrocketing price that would require the Goblins to work overtime to produce them. More importantly, Duque had specially noted that the already terrible rate of misfires and premature explosions would skyrocket due to the rushed production.
That's right, in this era where there was no mechanized mass production, where everything was done by hand, how high could the success rate be?
As long as one was human, they would make mistakes and get tired, and there would be differences in the accuracy of each product.
And the Goblins' lax way of doing things meant that all the products created by these damned and whimsical fellows were extremely dangerous.
Bolvar's conscience did not allow him to let his soldiers and militia take such a huge risk. If they did not kill the enemy, and instead blew themselves up first, they would have no place to cry.
Andoine was magnanimous. "We should comfort ourselves like this. Yo, a box of grenades is enough to arm a militia regiment. "
Duque smiled. "A militia regiment needs to undergo a long period of training, but this thing only needs half a day of training."
That was not wrong. Ordinary infantry training required a long period of combat training to have a little bit of success. Even so, the survival rate of new recruits on the battlefield was so low that it gave any commander a headache.
Not to mention the humans who were already at a disadvantage in terms of physique. The strength, speed, and agility of the human recruits were probably similar to the Orcs' cannon fodder labourers. There was a considerable gap between them and the official Orc Warriors. Moreover, the opponents were not ordinary Orc soldiers. After fighting for so long, any human commander with a brain would know that they were the elites of the Blackrock Clan, a powerful Orc clan.
Although that was what he said, he still had a toothache.
Bolvar sucked in a breath of cold air. "I feel like you're throwing away His Majesty's gold coins!"
Duque shrugged. "War is about money."
Andoine pursed his lips. "I've realized for a long time that your way of thinking is completely different from ours. I sometimes wonder if you're from Azeroth. "
Duque was noncommittal.
What should Duque say? Say I'm a transmigrator? That would really be laughable.
The archers, who had long been determined to be useless against the Orcs, were once again used to deal with the Orcs. Archers also had a fatal weakness. Once it was night time, the power of an archer would be greatly reduced even if they used area shooting.
The appearance of the Iron Skin Grenade greatly enriched the strategies and tactics of the human side. After all, an archer needed to aim properly, and a grenade would explode everywhere!
As time passed, the Orcs also discovered the drawbacks of the Iron Skin Grenades. These metal lumps that made loud noises were a great threat to the Orc laborers. However, to the real Orc Warriors, especially those who wore more armor, it was not a fatal injury.
It was difficult for the shrapnel from the explosion to penetrate the muscles of the tall Orc Warriors. As long as the vital parts were not hit, most of them would only suffer superficial wounds.
Under Orgrim's suggestion, the Great Chief Blackhand agreed to better arm the Orc Warriors who were attacking the city walls.
Hence, in the next few days, Lothar saw a large number of Orc Warriors using cowhide, metal pieces, and even the armor of the dead human warriors to make a temporary armor.
With the Orcs' protection, the Iron Skin Grenades, which were originally relatively lethal, were reduced by half. They became less lethal weapons.
Lothar asked Duque, "Do those damned green-skinned dwarves have anything more powerful?"
Duque silently handed over the price of the [High Explosive Bomb], which required a large amount of thorium to make and was recommended by the profiteer Sherlock.
Lothar was stunned for a full 10 seconds before he finally said, "The weather is really good today."
Yes, it was noon with high temperatures and a thunderstorm. Thanks to the thunderstorm, all the bowstrings almost lost their elasticity due to the humidity.
It was a tug-of-war.
However, the scales of victory still tipped towards the Orcs. When Orgrim had the Orc laborers wear thick leather armor or thick clothes, he restarted the plan to fill up the river. Lothar knew that something was wrong.
On the seventh day after Duque dealt with the Bloodsail Pirates, the moat on the east and north sides of Stormwind City was filled up.
The Orcs even used Orc laborers to pile up stones at many places to build a slope that led to the barbican in front of the city walls.
The barbican had almost become a pit. Orgrim seemed to be addicted to piling up stones, and he still had a large number of Orc laborers rush over.
"Throw the stones into the human's pit. If you can't make it back, then throw yourself in as well." That was Orgrim's order to these 'weak' Orc labourers.
The direct result was that the number of Orc laborers dying increased exponentially.
At first, the humans tried to clean up some Orc work or dig up some slopes every night. However, Stormwind City was severely lacking in heavy machinery. Not only were the Gnome excavators expensive to rent, but Sherlock was also unwilling to let his subordinates drive the "expensive" robots into the city that was bound to fall.
Unless …
Sherlock rubbed his thumb, index finger, and middle finger together again. That gesture of asking for money. You know what it means.
Duque was held up. Just as he expected, the Horde quickly discovered Stormwind City's weakness. It was the place to the north of Stormwind City near Stormwind Port.
It was different from the steep cliffs of the valley in the south. The mountain roads to the north of Stormwind City were dangerous for the humans, but for the Orcs who were good at climbing mountains, it was not a true dead end.
In the first two times, the Orcs successfully sent a few scouts down, causing a commotion among the citizens of Stormwind City. After that, King Laing decisively let Duque, who was the strongest fighter in Stormwind City, guard the mountain peak. This prevented the Orcs from attacking from that direction.
The sea, on the other hand, was the domain of Kurdilas and Duke.
Even though they could transport more than ten thousand people per day, the situation was still going downhill. After the citizens of Stormwind City held on for more than twenty days, the biggest problem for Laing and the citizens to cover the retreat had arrived.
Excluding the evacuees and those who died in battle, there were still ten thousand people left. Lothar estimated that none of the fifty thousand people would be able to escape. The Orcs were already in a frenzy. They would not allow the humans to evacuate at a rate of ten thousand a day.
Stormwind Port, which was their lifeline, did not have a fulcrum like Stormwind Fortress.
What should they do?
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