The Alliance soldiers stood tightly on the defensive line on the hill, holding their weapons steadily. Their spears were pointed diagonally downwards and stabbed at any approaching Orcs.
The soldiers formed a continuous shield wall, and the trained javelin soldiers kept throwing Rain of Death from the higher trenches.
The Orcs kept attacking these squads with absolute numbers, but they could not break through the Alliance's defensive line. At this moment, the sound of cannons rang out in the distance.
Duque clenched his fists in excitement. This was what he wanted.
Artillery and infantry coordination. Land and sea coordination.
These two concepts were completely foreign to the World of Azeroth, but to Duque, who was a transmigrator and a fan of the fake military, it was like a drizzle.
The cannons of this era had very big limitations. These primitive breech-loading cannons had a short range, and their power was limited. No general or marshal would have thought of asking the fleets that entered the battlefield later to help with the cannons.
To the kings of the Alliance, as long as the Alliance could withstand this wave, it would be a very impressive victory. Who would have thought that Duque's appetite was so big that he actually wanted to swallow all 100,000 Orcs?!
And it was about to come true!
In the command center, the faces of the remaining four kings were filled with shock and awe.
Kurtiras's complete First Fleet, the half-destroyed Third Fleet, the Fourth Fleet that was chased away by Lord Howl, and the Storm Fleet took advantage of Lord Howl's fight with the Windrunner sisters to approach the shore together. Their cannons were fully opened, and a sky full of bullets poured down on the shoreline that had turned green.
A series of flashes quickly flashed across the ship in the distance, followed by rising black smoke that temporarily covered the entire ship.
It's here.
Every Alliance soldier had an excited heart beating in their chest.
When King Laing saw thousands of black lines across the morning blue sky from the top of the hill, he even forgot to continue to encourage his soldiers.
Those steel beads mixed with the blazing aura of gunpowder intertwined with each other in the air. In some places, the steel beads were so densely packed that they actually collided with each other in the air, producing a series of crackling sounds. But there was no problem. It was as if God had scattered a large plate of black beans from the sky, sprinkling them on the beach with a piercing hum.
Even though they knew that the next scene would be spectacular, the Storm Wind soldiers and the Rotterdam soldiers on the hill were still stunned by the scene in front of them. The terrifying shellfire plowed through the Orcs on the beach. The place was originally crowded with Green Dwarves, but after a round of fire, only a few were left standing.
A sieve-like formation appeared in front of the Alliance soldiers.
Just as the Alliance soldiers thought that victory was at their fingertips, a voice suddenly rang out from the battlefield. It was a sentence that was continuously shouted out.
“Lok-tarogar”
He would rather die than win!
Tens of thousands of orcs recovered from their shock and shouted the same slogan. The wills of tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of orcs converged into one, turning into a raging tide.
Unfortunately, this tide was extinguished before it could reach the Alliance's camp.
"Pass my order, use the Firewall Technique!" Duque ordered coldly.
Dalaran's Mages immediately released a high wall of flames on the hillside of the two Alliance Mountains.
Wall of Fire was not a spell with a good price-performance ratio.
To maintain the wall of flames, they had to constantly inject mana. For low-level mages, maintaining it for a few minutes would deplete all their mana. In most battles, this spell was not very practical.
However, at this crucial moment, the appearance of the Firewall Technique extinguished the last thoughts of the Horde.
The Orc Warriors were not Paladins who could temporarily rely on the Holy Light to become invincible. How much combat power could they have if they risked their lives to charge through the Firewall?
This attack directly smashed the morale of the Horde.
Finally, the Horde's retreat horn sounded.
Retreat?
How could it be so easy to retreat after landing on the beach!?
Duque did not know who the commander of the Horde was this time, but he was sure that Orgrim was not here. However, it was not easy for the Horde to retreat.
Their only path of survival was in the direction of the east beach, because they knew that the Alliance's tight defense line was still there if they retreated to the west coast. Moreover, the sea facing the west coast was deep water. As long as Kortiras's fleet was there, they would not be able to board the transport ship back alive.
The east side was different. Even though the entire coast from Southshore to Tangarrok in the southeast were guarded by Stormwind's soldiers. The sea facing the east coast was shallow water with a depth of less than three meters. The Alliance's ships could not enter, and this was the Horde's only hope.
In fact, the Horde was retreating in that direction, and the transport ship was also moving in that direction, ready to receive the Horde's warriors.
However, it was not that easy.
"Mogor, have your merpeople go to the sea facing the east beach to snipe the Orcs."
"Gaooooooooo (Yes, Master)!"
Without waiting for Duque's order, Lothar personally led the cavalry to chase after the Orcs when they retreated.
This was a rare opportunity to beat the Orcs when they were down!
Other than Laing, who did not dare to advance too recklessly, who continued to defend his own hill and continued to attack the Horde passing by, the bombardment had already extended to the east beach. On the hill to the west, Mograine and Abbendis had already led their troops down like ferocious tigers, chasing after the Horde's tail.
On the entire battlefield, the battle was nearing its end. Looking down from the sky, the silver torrent representing the Alliance was in a semi-encirclement, chasing after the remaining green parts along the coastline. The Horde had sent out many troops to cover the rear, but none of them could hold on for long. They were quickly torn apart by the fierce bombardment of the Alliance's long-range weapons and the fierce impact of the Alliance's army.
They were quickly swallowed up by the human torrent.
In the Alliance's command, thunderous cheers were heard. This was the first victory since the establishment of the Alliance, and it was also a rather great victory.
"Congratulations, Deputy Chief Marcus." The most excited King of Stormgard, Tolbane, was the first to shake hands with Duque. The Alliance's victory would undoubtedly greatly reduce the pressure on Riptide Fortress. No matter how good the defense of Sador Bridge was, being besieged every day was not a long-term solution.
"Thank you." Duque smiled.
The second to come up was King Terenas, "Sure enough, it's the world of the young now. Kalia misses you very much, come to Lordaeron more often when you have time. "
The King of Lordaeron's words were clear. Duque forced a smile and nodded, "Yes, yes, I will definitely go when I have time."
Yes, I am very busy.
The third was King Zeon, "Now it's good, at least we taught those green-skinned creatures a lesson. I don't have to worry about waking up with a bunch of green-skinned creatures on the kingdom's beach."
"There are still many Orcs, we need to continue working hard."
The last was King Eden. This Alterac King had always given Duque the impression of being gloomy, cunning, and astute.
Just as Eden was about to say something, a sudden change occurred.
A sharp longsword pierced through Duque's chest.
"Wh … at …"
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