Anyway, every Alliance soldier felt that it was amazing why the Burning Legion spaceships that were descending on that longitude had to fly in those predestined trajectories.
In the case of unsuccessful discussions, they could only attribute the reason to Duque being a powerful god who had mastered spatial magic or something.
Duque was a bit bitter. He didn't know how to explain this.
This involved a full set of laws of physics. In fact, even Duque himself didn't understand it.
Holy sh * t, the system genie had calculated it for him.
When Duque turned the system's calculations into trajectories and projected them on the big screens of the various Alliance war zones, there was a commotion in the crowd.
"Wow! This is really … "
"So accurate."
Even though Duque had added so much black technology to Azeroth. It wasn't easy to create an ambush circle. In particular, the ambush circle couldn't be too large. Otherwise, according to the communication capabilities of this era, it was very likely that they would lose sight of one thing.
No one could guarantee that all kinds of communication would work on the battlefield. Any ambush circle with a diameter of more than ten kilometers was very easy to get into trouble.
On the other hand, to limit the enemy's landing range was also a super technical job.
This was beyond the scope of the system.
In the entire world, only Duque could do it.
None of the demons of the Burning Legion expected that there were still hundreds of flying turrets in the stratosphere of Azeroth.
These turrets were often not big. On round stones about a hundred meters in diameter, dozens of cannons were installed. Except for a magic cannon similar to the main cannon of the Dalajan twenty years ago, the rest were all anti-aircraft cannons.
This made these turrets look even more like hedgehogs.
The new magic cannons built by Odour were all controlled by Duque with the system.
This was the same as when Duque played the "Hundred-Handed Reaper" back then.
It was an enhanced version of "One Man is an Army."
The Allies on the ground looked at the scene in the sky that looked like half of the end of the world. It was a long line of fire in the sky like a comet falling to the ground after countless Planet Destroyers forced their way into the atmosphere.
It looked like a meteor, but it wasn't.
Just as everyone was silently waiting for the comet to hit the ground, a dazzling purplish-blue light shone in the sky. At first, it was a purple light spot, but soon after, every light spot blossomed with a brilliance like that of a star.
When the light spots reached their brightest, clusters of light that flew diagonally upward against the 'meteor shower' appeared.
"So beautiful!" In the command center, Sally Whitemane exclaimed.
The sky-defying clusters of light were straight, but the zigzagging flying battleships that drew huge arcs in the sky were like moths flying into a flame. It looked like they had actually crashed into the purple light cannons on their own.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! "
In the night sky, countless dazzling flames lit up.
The huge meteor suddenly shattered into pieces in the sky, turning into even more scattered and resplendent fragments.
From afar, it looked like a fireworks display.
But everyone knew what it meant.
They still remembered the final battle between the Alliance and the Horde six years ago. The cannonball of the Alliance's battleships had blown up the Horde's old flying battleship, and the thick parts of the battleship had also turned into scattered petals in the storm.
The only difference was that this battle had taken place at an unimaginably high altitude.
Anyone with a bit of common sense would know that the further the distance, the greater the error.
Perhaps because the hands on the turret had trembled and missed by a millimeter, when the cannonball had flown ten kilometers away, the error would be more than 100 meters.
This kind of unimaginable sniping could only be done by the commander of the Alliance, who wasn't a true god but was stronger than a true god.
In the various command centers, the Alliance soldiers were jubilant.
"Long live the Alliance!"
"Long live Lord Marcus!"
In fact, if Duque wanted to, he could even destroy this batch of 1,128 army battleships in the atmosphere.
But he didn't do that.
This wasn't a war for him alone. This was a war for all intelligent beings in the Azeroth.
If he alone could take on this war, he didn't mind the Alliance people standing at the side cheering him on.
Unfortunately, Kil 'jaeden would come. Sargeras would come. This time, there was no longer the Anti-Titan Formation suppressing their strength.
When the experts who had stepped into the realm of gods fought against the strongest experts of the army, it was time for the mortals to bear the heavy responsibility of defense.
In today's world where technology was changing with each passing day, five years was already a generation of soldiers.
Many of the veterans who had actual combat experience had become sergeants or even generals. The ones who were going to fight on the front lines were the new recruits with no actual combat experience.
Real combat was completely different from the simulated battle that Duque had the Eredar Twins drag a group of captured demons with them.
New soldiers had to go through trials of blood and fire in order to grow.
How to make the recruits grow at a lower cost was the responsibility of every commander who racked their brains to complete it.
Duque left about 10 Planet Destroyers and more than 40 assault ships at each landing point.
"Rumble!"
The assault ships landed forcefully, plowing a long trench in the fields of the Western Wilderness.
The Planet Destroyers were even more anti-biological. They didn't care about the lives of the passengers inside and directly destroyed the planet. Without slowing down at all, they plunged into the ground with a loud bang. The huge bow of the ship, more than 200 meters long, sank into the soil just like that, leaving only a strange ball of light emitting green fluctuations on the body of the ship, constantly flickering.
In less than half a minute, the green ball of light suddenly expanded and turned into a three-story-tall portal. Blue-skinned demon guards with giant axes began to rush out one after another.
This scene was seen by the magic eyes that had been set up near the predetermined ambush circle.
In the Western Wilderness, Marshal Gerian Antonsman waved his hand in the Death Mines Headquarters under Moon Creek Town.
A minute later, the Alliance's counterattack arrived.
Not only was there the routine bombardment, but there were also hundreds of flying turrets in the sky. These turrets had a completely different mechanism from the Alliance's warships. They were more like hedgehogs that attracted the demons' firepower. Not only did they have magic cannons and conventional cannons, but they also had extremely heavy armor. Alloy armor that was more than a meter thick was wrapped around the granite, adding a bit of hardness.
When the cannons scattered the formation of the demon soldiers, densely packed mechanical creatures began to surround them.
Other than the standard tracked tanks and self-propelled cannons, there were also mechanical beasts equipped with heavy armor, such as the lion-type and the spider-type. They moved with great agility, as if they were real creatures. From afar, they looked like a colony of marching metal ants that were about to devour everything in their path.
This was the perfect combination of Odur's mechanical army, the Alliance's tanks, and long-range cannons.
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