Andoine knew that as long as the Horde was fierce enough, they would be able to break through the front line and the front line of the Alliance. Then, the Alliance would be in trouble.
Yes, the ones at the back of the central formation were the private soldiers from all over the Rotterdam Kingdom. To put it nicely, they were private soldiers, but to put it bluntly, they were armed to the teeth … farmers!
Not to mention other strong armies, even Duque's 30,000 private soldiers would be able to kill the 100,000 soldiers with a single charge.
At this time, Andoine wished that he had the 100,000 elites of Stormwind in his hands. Unfortunately, Stormwind's war could not be sloppy. Although Duque made it clear that even his 30,000 private soldiers would be able to succeed, most of the Stormwind soldiers were still sent to Aylwin, including the Gryphon Legion.
It was not that Duque, Laing, or Andoine wanted it, but that Terenas was too 'enthusiastic'.
"We agreed to support you guys in the first place. Now, we feel bad if we don't send troops over to help. We're letting our allies down. You can't possibly not bring your own troops, right? "
What he said made sense!
Andoine would not know that Stormwind, which had less than 5,000 soldiers left in the original history, would definitely need the support of the Alliance to restore the country. In this life, there was no need at all!
Because of Duke's appearance, not only did the elite soldiers that should have been lost survive, but because of the reclamation of the farmlands in Hillsbrad Hills, the number of Stormwind Kingdom's soldiers increased as they fought.
If it were not for the fact that they did not want to be militaristic, it would not be a problem to bring 300,000 soldiers out. Anyway, maintaining 100,000 soldiers under the direct command of the kingdom and 30,000 private soldiers under Duque was a very ideal force.
Anyway, Terenas' kindness this time was as unnecessary as your mother wanting you to wear down in autumn because she thought you were cold. It was hard to refuse.
Just like that, most of the troops of Stormwind were brought back to Aylwin. Together with the people's army in the Western Wilderness, it was definitely more than enough for the Western Front.
However, Lothar did not have an army with enough soldiers. He only had a small army of five thousand people. In a sense, Terenas had taken over Lothar's power.
Looking into the distance, Andoine sighed deeply. "Fortunately, we still have the trump card of the Crimson Dragon Legion."
That was right. According to Duque, they could indeed mobilize the Red Dragon Army, but there was a price to pay.
"It can't be helped. Those damned dragons are all money-grubbing fellows. It was true that they hated the Horde, but it was fine if they killed their main force. If they had to fly all the way here, it would definitely cost them some money. It won't be much, just two million gold coins each time. I guarantee that there will be at least one 10,000-year-old Ancient Giant Dragon holding the fort, and at least five 1,000-year-old Young Dragons working there. "
The Alliance didn't believe Duque's words at first.
Why?
The Red Dragon Army had always taken on the responsibility of protecting the world. They had fought the demons for tens of thousands of years and had never confiscated money once. In the era of Aegwynn, the previous Protector, she could be summoned at any time. In the end, some Dalajan Mages who didn't believe him contacted the Red Dragon Queen, but they were immediately sent back by Alexstrasza.
"This is a battle of the mortal world. The Red Dragon Army shouldn't have gotten involved. After all, we have some personal grudges with the Horde. Don't ask me for the details, ask Duque. I'll leave it to him. "
Even the Queen had said so. The Alliance leaders who couldn't take down the blockhouses outside the Iron Stove Fort could only pinch their noses and pay up.
Hmm, Duke would openly take the money, and then secretly split the spoils with the Giant Dragon. You take half, I take half, we split it!
Duque even hid this from Laing and Andoine.
But no matter what, with the trump card of the Red Dragon Army, any commander would be full of confidence!
That was the theory, but Andoine still felt that … something was wrong.
Because it was too abnormal.
Why did the Horde dare to challenge the Alliance when they knew that the Alliance had the help of the Red Dragon Army?
This wasn't a one-on-one battle between generals. This was a battle of hundreds of thousands of people!
Perhaps it could be attributed to the Beastmen's violent character and fearless courage.
But Andoine still felt uneasy.
Now, it was useless to say anything.
The arrow had to be fired.
The food for nearly 300,000 people made Andoine's hair turn white every day. After all, the location of the battle was not any of the Alliance's territories, but the barren Scorching Canyon.
Even when the Wetlands, Dan Moreau, and Loch Modan started the war of liberation in the northern parts of the southern continent, Duque had already stored enough food to feed the 300,000 troops for three months. Andoine still felt a headache.
It was too troublesome to transport the food.
Either they went through Loch Modan and went around the barren land, making a big circle of 300 kilometers, or they were forced to send the food from the Iron Stove Fort, through the snow-covered mountain path of Dan Moreau, and through the huge mountain tunnel.
The first path was costly. There were wild beasts everywhere. The soldiers who escorted the food had their swords stained with blood almost every day.
The second path was slow, and because the mountain path was narrow, the transport capacity was too small.
In a sense, the Alliance could not afford to drag it out.
"Is fighting the only way?" Andoine's muttering made Uther frown.
"Woo woo woo …" The unique sound of the horn echoed in the battle formation of the Alliance and the Horde.
The scene in front of them seemed to repeat 2,800 years ago.
On the Arathi Highlands, the flags of the various human clans shone under the sun. The knights did not have helmets. The only excellent equipment was the spears in their hands and the long swords at their waists. They did not even have armor. That was because they were facing a Troll that was taller than them on horseback even when they were standing.
In the face of the power of the Trolls, any human armor was a pale existence.
But it was different from back then. Back then, there was a great man in front of them, shouting, "Warriors from the various clans, the strongest knights of mankind, are you afraid?"
The knights of that time, with their spears, their swords, and their lives, gave the only answer.
What about now?
Andoine's vision began to extend to the distance.
What did he see?
He saw the crooked central army of the Rotterdam.
He saw the soldiers of the Rotterdam who were chatting.
He saw the noble knights of the Rotterdam who were dressed more beautifully than they would be in a masquerade.
The corner of Andoine's eye twitched. He could not help but pray, Mograine, with such a group of nobles who only know how to play meritorious, your Scarlet Crusade must work harder!
As if he heard Andoine's prayer, Mograine looked at a few positions in his team with slight disgust.
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