On the 18th of November, the famous Battle of Southshore, officially known as the Battle of Hillsbrad Hills, broke out.
Unlike the previous battles between humans and orcs, where they lost in the field and were forced to defend passively in every large-scale defensive battle, this time, they successfully lured the enemy into the trap and entered the carefully selected battlefield of Southshore. Every Alliance general was extraordinarily excited.
The intelligence had come back.
The Horde army had assembled on the ships, and according to the direction, their destination was Southshore.
There was no way to lie about this.
Duque's Naga could not possibly guard the coastline of hundreds of kilometers of wetlands without any loopholes. This was something that could not be guarded by any means in this era.
The march of the army was different.
When a large number of ships were pushed from the beach into the sea, the Alliance generals knew that the war was coming.
One day later, the orcs would come!
Duque pressed his palm on the huge map in the command center and said loudly:
"This time, the name of the battle is [Orc Blood]!"
Orc Blood? A simple and straightforward name.
The proud soldiers and generals from the Seven Kingdoms all fell into a murmur as if they were possessed.
Soon, an indescribable feeling of fear spread through their bodies and went straight to the deepest part of their minds. It shook violently, resonating with the armor on their bodies and the long swords in the scabbards at their waists.
These experienced generals had a strange feeling at the same time. It was as if a magnificent illusion had appeared in front of their eyes. On the battlefield that had been burned to ashes, countless green-skinned corpses were strewn all over the place. Every corpse was so ferocious and cruel, but their unwilling souls could only continue to vent their anger by roaring in the desperate hell.
The generals could not think of any other name more suitable for this battle after hearing the name 'Orc Blood' from Duque's mouth.
Even if this was not the final battle between the Alliance and the Horde, it was still very exciting to let the enemy's blood dry.
No! They even felt that because of the name, the success of the battle was inevitable.
Of course, this was just a momentary illusion.
Not to mention the Stormwind Kingdom's army that had experienced the defense battle of Stormwind City, just by seeing with their own eyes that even the corpses of the Orc laborers had the physiques of the strongest human soldiers, the generals of the Alliance knew that the road ahead would be extremely difficult.
There was no such thing as a casual victory. Every victory, even with such an overwhelming advantage, had to go through several life and death ordeals.
The expressions on their faces quickly changed from excitement to seriousness.
However, it was undeniable that as useless martial artists in a peaceful era, hearing such a name for battle in a chaotic world that suddenly descended upon them would inevitably stir up the lofty sentiments lurking in their bodies.
Their sharp eyes were still filled with excitement. What excited them the most was to take the first step towards strategic victory before they gained an advantage in terms of tactics.
This was the great achievement of a super-genius deputy commander who looked like he was 19 years old but was actually only 15 years old.
In a sense, they were standing on the shoulders of giants.
"Please let me, Haas's Eagle Knights, be the vanguard!"
"Stop joking. This is a defensive battle. Don't tell me your knights are going to charge into the sea."
"Let my Torrential Fort Mountain Infantry do it."
Every general enthusiastically recommended themselves to Duque.
Originally, the deployment of the army should have been done by Lothar, the commander-in-chief. Lothar, on the other hand, said that no one knew the Southshore defense line better than Duke himself, so it was best for him to arrange it. So he temporarily handed over the command of the army to Duke.
Duque was not going to pass on this responsibility!
He was very clear that this was likely to be the turning point between the Alliance and the Horde. Every army that appeared might go down in history because of this.
However, Duque was extremely cautious. As a transmigrator, he knew that the Horde must have some cards. Even though the Horde had changed a lot, the few cards in the 'history' were probably still there.
"First, General Proudmoore." Duque directly called out his rank.
"Yes." It was rare for King Daylin Proudmoore to stand at attention.
"Except for the Fourth Fleet, which is cruising in the waters opposite the West Beach, all fleets set up pocket formations in the waters opposite Southshore. All light transport ships are to be sent over. Before we receive the signal, we must let go of 60% of the large transport ships with metal plates. Once we receive the signal, kill them at all costs. "
"No problem." General Daylin was heroic.
Duque turned his head and scanned the Alliance generals from left to right. Finally, his gaze landed on Mograine and Abbendis.
"General Mograine, General Abbendis, can I trust your Scarlet Crusade?"
"The Scarlet Crusade will not retreat!" Mograine roared domineeringly.
On this obviously much younger face, Duque seemed to see the heroic image of him wielding the domineering semi-divine weapon [Ashbringer] to kill enemies in the future.
Duque drew a line on the map. "From the mountain to the west of Southshore, five kilometers to the west belongs to your army. I want you to defend the mountain to the death. Without the signal, no counterattack. "
"Understood."
In this era, army was a very general concept. A smaller army could only have five or six thousand people. A bigger army, like Mograine's Scarlet Crusade, had nearly thirty thousand people.
The current Scarlet Crusade was far less crazy and twisted than in the future. They had excellent discipline and high morale. They were definitely the cream of the Lordaeron army!
Duque sent them as the main defense force. King Terenas, who had been silent all this time, also had a proud expression on his face.
Next, Duque looked at King Laing.
"General Wrynn." Duque was definitely strange, but in order to maintain the military system of the Alliance, he had to do this.
"Yes!" The golden-armored Laing was also eager to prove himself.
"You and General Seamus will lead the Griffin Legion and the First and Second Stormwind Infantry Divisions to defend the mountain to the east of the town."
"Understood." To be honest, Laing was a little disappointed. It sounded like Mograine, but one on the left and one on the right of Southshore. In reality, the Stormwind had the advantage in terms of terrain. There was also a relatively rapid river to the east of Southshore. If they attacked from the mountain, it would be no different than having an extra moat.
Laing also knew that Duque wanted him to attack, but also to preserve the strength of the Stormwind. Considering the overall situation, this was the safest arrangement. Laing did not say anything.
"General Lothar, lead all the cavalry and prepare to charge along the designated route. When the time comes, all the enemies that enter the town will be thrown into the sea to feed the fish."
"No problem." Lothar was also very excited.
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