The dwarves' sickness didn't stop there.
The cannons of this era didn't have the precision required by the machinery industry. The steel wasn't up to standard, and there were no so-called rifling. So the firing range of this "small steel cannon" wasn't very far, only about two kilometers.
Of course, because the cannonball had something added to it, it wasn't a traditional cannon. According to Magni's translation, with one shot, not even a blade of grass would grow within a hundred-meter radius.
"Alright, next question. How do you load the cannonballs? Why don't I see any loading devices? "
That's right, the six-meter-long cannon with a diameter of about 1.2 meters was fixed to this man-powered tank destroyer. Looking at those huge cannonballs with a diameter of one meter, Duque felt his eyelids twitch.
This thing weighed at least three or four tons, right?
"What else can we do? Use manpower to carry it! "
Magni snapped his fingers, and a dwarf's secret chamber guard's body suddenly swelled up like a balloon. It was obvious that the guy's armor was specially made. The moment his body grew bigger, the armor disassembled on its own. A good breastplate turned into something like a breastplate.
That pair of leather pants was also specially made. The long pants didn't tear even after being worn into a pair of shorts.
Looking at that guy's body glowing with a silver metallic sheen, Duque finally understood. "Deity's Descent?"
"Yes!" Magni smiled. "Seems like you understand us dwarves quite well!"
Deity's Descent was another one of the dwarves' sickening racial talents. Dwarves who had awakened this innate skill through rigorous training could achieve a short-term increase in strength, attack power, defense power, and vitality by increasing their size.
Fine! Dwarves, let a few dwarves who awakened Deity's Descent to carry the cannonballs. You win!
Looking at Duque's expression of admiration, Magni and Gerbin laughed happily.
Magni suddenly came over and said sneakily, "Oh, it sounds like you know how to use a 'loading device'? Can we … discuss it privately later? "
Duque's eyes darted around. "We're at a stalemate at Redridge Mountain on Stormwind's side. Why don't you send 1,000 secret chamber guards first?"
"Are you kidding me? Currently, the entire Bronzebeard Dwarven Clan only had 1200 secret room guards. No! There's no room for negotiation! "Magni's tone was resolute, like an old hen protecting its chicks.
A faint smile appeared on Duque's face. Almost as soon as they saw Duque's smile, those who were extremely familiar with Duque's personality, such as Aurelia, already covered their mouths and snickered.
Hmm, Duque was going to scam people again.
"Then, I'll use the secret of large-scale tank assault — [Blitzkrieg] in exchange?"
"Blitzkrieg?" The name sounded grand! Magni and Gerbin pricked up their ears.
Over the years, their steam tanks had been ridiculed by outsiders.
Useless lump of iron.
It was a waste of manpower and resources.
He was no match for an Orc Warrior's 200-pound sledgehammer.
With a few strikes of the hammer, the steam tank would fall apart.
Hmm, not as good as a hammer!
No matter how many times Magni and Gerbin heard these words, they felt as if needles were stabbing into their hearts.
Even though the soul of steampunk was deeply imprinted in their hearts, and they firmly believed that high technology would replace the weak swords, as long as the steam tank didn't prove itself on the battlefield, they and their inventors were destined to be ridiculed by others.
Meanwhile, the old-fashioned faction among the dwarves continued to advocate that more energy should be spent on training the most capable dwarven guards in the secret chamber.
This made Magni and Gerbin very uncomfortable.
Now, Duque's words had directly scratched the itch in the depths of their hearts.
Duque flipped his hand, and a huge virtual image appeared. It was a huge plain with hundreds of plumes of dust rising from it. If one took a closer look, they would realize that those were actually tanks that were completely different from the dwarven steam tanks. They were charging forward at full speed.
They used their high-speed assault ability to swiftly and violently tear apart the enemy's defensive line, circle around the enemy's rear, and annihilate them.
Duque's magnetic voice rang out at this moment. "Even though I acknowledge that your invention is an epoch-making genius invention, it's obvious that your use of tanks is wrong. Tanks have never been a weapon for attacking fortifications or confrontations. Tanks represent firepower and mobility. Mobility is the soul of a tank. "
Mobility?!
The two short big shots shuddered.
Because the image was too fast, the two couldn't see what kind of enemies the tanks were fighting. But this didn't stop them from opening a new window in their minds.
Just as they were about to hear more, Duque was addicted to the suspense and directly closed the image.
"Huh?"
"Wait!"
Duque didn't care about them. Instead, he continued to tempt them. "There are nearly 300,000 human soldiers and thousands of mages gathered in the barren lands. If it's a head-on confrontation, when will it be the dwarves' turn to take the lead? By the time your short legs arrive, the battle will have already been fought to the bitter end. Everyone is advancing with infantry, so why should the dwarves take the lead? "
"This …" Magni's face turned the color of a pig's liver. After being beaten up by the Orcs at their doorstep for a year, everyone was filled with anger. Originally, Magni could not stand the people of Rotterdam who regarded themselves as the saviors of the Dwarves. Now that Duke mentioned it, Magni immediately felt a little discouraged.
Gerbin spoke up. "Then, Duque, do you have any good ideas to help the dwarves and gnomes vent their anger? Take the lead? "
Duque smiled mysteriously and led the two into a dwarven tent sneakily before saying, "The tribe's chief, Orgrim, has indeed sent a letter of challenge to the Alliance and challenged Lothar to a decisive battle. But Orgrim is very cunning too. He didn't promise to fight to the end. If he can't win, he can't retreat into the Blackstone Fortress! Think about it, if 200,000 Orcs retreat into the fortress, how long will it take for the Alliance to take down the Blackstone Fortress? Who will be sent to fight in narrow alleyways like that? "
Magni couldn't stay calm at all.
The dwarves would definitely send the dwarves, who were best at tunnel warfare, as cannon fodder. Even if Lothar was really kind enough to share the losses of the various countries, it would still be a nightmare for the bronze-bearded dwarves who had already suffered heavy casualties.
It had to be known that Magni had mustered almost all of the adult dwarves who could fight for the sake of revenge in a fit of pique. If the losses were too great, it could be imagined that the bronze-bearded dwarves wouldn't be able to recover for a long time.
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