At this point, the only thing that kept the Scarlet Cross soldiers going was their spirit and glory.
The mages at the rear had already started to retreat, and the only ones who could support the main formation were the few High Elf Ranger archers.
If there were no accidents and this continued, then very soon, this outstanding army would disappear forever.
Only Duque knew that this wasn't something that could be taken lightly. Because the Scarlet Crusade was defeated, not only would its past disappear along with it, not only would its prestige and the head of the Mograine Family disappear, if even Alexandros Mograine and Abbendis were to die here, then the Scarlet Crusade that was supposed to appear in the future would completely disappear from this land.
That's right, an army was just a military unit. But the Scarlet Crusade was a fanatical military organization.
The famous Scarlet Crusade had existed in the history of Azeroth for decades after the flames of war had been raging all the way to the end.
"This won't do! Duque, let us dwarves go! "Magni Bronzebeard shouted anxiously.
How many tribes could 40,000 dwarven warriors destroy in a field battle?
It definitely wouldn't be little, but it definitely wouldn't be much either.
Duque raised his chin and smiled mischievously. "My dear Magni, don't you think this is the time to use the secret I taught you?"
"Could it be that!?"
"Yes! That's it! "
Secret — Blitzkrieg!
"Oh! A toast to our great Mother Rock. You've finally remembered them. " Magni, who was a crooked stick, actually took out a narrow metal bottle from his waist and took a sip of the dwarven liquor.
Three red flares finally rose above Magni's chariot. Behind the dwarven infantry, there was a sudden rumble of machinery.
"Ka-la-la-la!"
Duque's facial muscles twitched. This sound felt worse than the tractors in the countryside before he transmigrated.
Alright!
Technology propelled civilization! I'll accept it no matter how bad it is.
When the 40,000 dwarven warriors formed a dense formation to resist the attack of the orcs, the dwarven steam tank army finally arrived.
"Woo woo –" That was the sound of the whistle that made Duque's balls hurt and the dwarves' spirits soar.
Can you tell me why a tank has a whistle like a steam train?
The steam tank, billowing black smoke, arrived.
This world had pseudoscience that Duque could not understand no matter how hard he thought about it. When the dwarves processed things, because of the lack of industrial foundation, the precision of the parts was very unreliable. However, the dwarves could ignore the basic principles of steel forging technology and could use their hands to create long and tough steel that should only be produced by modern high-tech industries.
This was the new steam tank that Duque insisted on naming as' Chariot IV '. It had tougher, thicker armor, stronger driving force, and a thicker cannon barrel.
Not only did it have the two rows of huge steel wheels of the traditional steam tank, but also, according to Duque's requirements, the tracks made by the dwarven craftsmen were used. In theory, as long as the power was sufficient, the new steam tank could completely overcome any complex terrain. And Duque clearly told the dwarves that as long as one side of the track was braked, the tank could complete the turn.
Looking at the big steel bunkers passing by him, Duque suddenly felt very proud.
"Maybe, by cooperating with the dwarves, I can get a lot of black technology in less than ten years."
As soon as he finished speaking, Duque saw a steam tank as high as a story lying not far from him.
Just when Duque thought that a few dwarven craftsmen would jump out to fix something, he suddenly saw many short and thick hairy legs at the bottom of the tank.
Then, in the chant of "one, two, three," the steam tank, which no longer billowed black smoke from its chimney, continued to charge at a speed not inferior to its compatriots!
"…" Great Inventor Du's face instantly collapsed.
"Hahaha!" Magni laughed loudly. "We dwarves are not like those idiotic goblins. We can always solve any problem."
Alright, when I go back, I will use my Du's Wild Cursive to write the word "convinced" for you.
But the effect was obvious.
There were many new recruits who were farmers on the Alliance's side, but the Horde's side was not much better. There were not many orcs of the Bloodring clan left after the siege of the Iron Furnace Castle. The new Horde recruits were not only weaker than the elite veterans who had experienced the Draenei War, but also had a clear difference in physique and combat ability. Most importantly, these young men who had just come of age were mostly country bumpkins who had not seen the world.
Baron Geddon and the red dragon had already been shocked. When they saw the sudden, incomparably huge iron lump, the word "dumbfounded" was written on each of their faces.
"Don't be afraid! These things are easier to destroy than human houses! " A veteran of the Bloodring clan carried a wooden stake and rushed forward, hitting the new steam tank — Chariot Number Four in the head.
"Clang!" There was a loud sound.
When Duque had asked for the front armor of the tank to be 200 millimeters thick, the crazy dwarf craftsmen had directly covered it with two layers of 200 millimeters thick iron armor because their craftsmanship had not been up to standard.
The result of this round of heavy blows was that there was an inconspicuous dent in the front of the tank.
Then, the guy who had rushed forward was stabbed to death.
That's right, Duque had asked for the front armor of the tank to be equipped with horns and spikes.
The guy who had talked big and thought that the new tank would be as easy to break as before had paid the price with his life.
The new Horde recruits were suddenly a little afraid.
The dwarf commander on the steam tank shouted, "Open fire!"
The next moment, the firing holes around the entire steam tank burst into flames at the same time. Several orcs who had surrounded the tank and tried to attack it from the side were shot in the head by the dwarves' thick-barreled muskets.
Three seconds later, the cannon installed on the tank opened fire.
There was a large-caliber mortar in the huge semi-circular ironclad turret. Originally, Duque had wanted to get a three-pounder cannon, but unfortunately, in this era, there was no recoil mechanism. Even the recoil of a small-caliber cannon was likely to cause the tank to fall apart. He could only settle for the next best thing, which was the simpler mortar.
That's right, it was to put the shell into a solid barrel filled with black gunpowder and ignite it. In the next second, only God knew where the big iron ball would fly to.
Even though the new Chariot Number Four had all kinds of problems and terrible pseudo-technology, these crazy iron lumps really made the orcs dumbfounded.
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