Unlike World War II before Duque's transmigration, that was the era of firearms.
In this era where cold weapons were the main weapons, Duque had made many improvements to the Fourth Tank.
For example, the spikes and ram at the front of the tank, as well as the addition of a triangular steel tip similar to that of an icebreaker.
On both sides of the tank, Duque had originally wanted to follow the style of a tank and use armor that was closer to the ground to protect the wheels and tracks. The great gnome craftsman Gerbin had said, "Why not install razors like a horse-drawn tank?"
In the end, there were a dozen long steel spikes extending from the bearings of the wheels on both sides. When the tank was moving at high speed, anyone who got too close to the side of the tank would definitely be cut in half by the high-speed rolling steel spikes.
Because the back of the tank was where the dwarves boarded, there was relatively little protection. But that was only relatively speaking. There were more than ten small holes on the rear deck. Even if the dwarves were not used to it, they could still fire from the holes and use their spears to teach the people outside how to behave.
These No.4 War Chariots, which could both attack and defend, and could also advance at high speed, easily scattered the Orcs' formation. The only ogres that could pose a threat to the Fourth Tank were killed one by one by Duque's Windrunner Rangers.
Following closely behind the Fourth Tank were the simpler armored vehicles with open roofs.
These armored vehicles that had been hastily produced did not have as strong an assault ability as the Fourth Tank, nor were they equipped with mortars. To supplement the Fourth Tank, twelve dwarf gunmen and twelve grenadiers were arranged on the upper deck of the armored vehicles.
Naturally, what they threw were the iron grenades that Duque had used extensively when defending Stormwind City.
These crude engineering products were not very effective against Orc warriors, but they were quite effective against armed Orc laborers.
Even if the Dark Iron Dwarves fully supported the tribe, they could not possibly have enough resources to give all 250,000 Orcs full body armor in one go. After all, there were still very few who had full body armor. Those hard workers were only given a relatively sharp iron weapon each. These people did not even have shoes and were equivalent to slaves. What could they use to defend against the shrapnel of the iron grenades?
Three hundred tanks and five hundred armored vehicles advanced from the right flank, plowing through the entire left flank of the Orcs as if they were plowing the ground. Following closely behind them were the forty thousand dwarf commandos who were frantically finishing off their attacks.
Finally, the Orcs' left wing, which could not withstand this unknown and terrifying attack, completely collapsed, and they began to flee in disorder. The Orcs' military formation was not as distinct as the human's. When they fought, they swarmed forward like a swarm of bees. Therefore, the left flank of the Orcs was also the left flank of the entire army.
And this wavering directly affected Orgrim who was still fighting on the frontlines.
After sending five human warriors flying with a swing of his hammer, Orgrim noticed that the number of Beastmen on the left suddenly decreased.
When he turned his head, he saw a scene that made him want to split open.
The warriors of the tribe were actually fleeing!?
No, not just the left wing. Orgrim could also see that the dwarves' giant iron lumps had already killed their way through the entire left flank. They had started to turn and had already circled around to the rear of the Horde's army. It seemed that in less than twenty minutes, they would be able to kill their way through the entire tribe's formation, entering from the left and exiting from the right.
No one knew better than Orgrim what it meant for the Alliance to wipe them out.
They had fought countless battles with the Alliance, and every time the Alliance's cavalry killed their way through the Horde's formation, the Horde would definitely swallow the bitter fruit of defeat.
"What are the other chiefs doing!?" Orgrim roared angrily.
Suddenly, he saw a chief of a second-rate clan gathering a large group of Orc warriors, carrying huge tree trunks, as if preparing to attack the giant iron lumps.
Then …
"Boom!" There was a loud noise, and a large cloud of black smoke rose from the largest iron lumps.
A second later, the group of at least three hundred Orc warriors were all blown into the sky, in the form of body parts.
"What is this!?" Orgrim was dumbfounded.
It was not that he had never seen the dwarves' strange but useless gadgets. But he had never seen such a terrifying war machine.
Was it newly made?
Or had the dwarves been hiding it and endured until now?
It was easy to be afraid of the unknown.
One by one, the Orc clans began to collapse and flee. Even though the Orc trumpeters were still blowing the horn to attack, they still lost their minds and tried to rush back to the Blackstone Fortress that was three kilometers away.
In their hearts, that was the only safe harbor.
This place was the Orc's nightmare.
"No! Come back! You bunch of gutless trash! " Orgrim screamed at the top of his lungs. Unfortunately, the only reason his voice was able to travel more than a hundred meters in this noisy battlefield was because his voice was loud enough.
On the other side, as if they had seen hope, the Alliance soldiers began to run back. The commanders of the Alliance raised their flags high, and the defeated soldiers continued to gather under the flags that symbolized courage. Even though they were wearing different armors and wielding different shields, new formations of humans appeared one after another.
Not only that, Orgrim saw the light of a portal at the back of the human formation, and the mages that the Orcs feared the most began to re-enter the battlefield.
The magnificent magic light appeared again.
It poured down on the Orc battle line that had lost their spirit.
"Ah — No!"
"Ancestor! Where are you? Please protect me! "
"For the tribe … Ah!"
This was the collapse of the morale, and also the collapse of the Orc's only path to victory.
"No! I can't accept this! "Orgrim roared like a madman.
Victory … Victory was so close, as if it was within his reach. It was so close, but why did it disappear in the blink of an eye?
Or was it that from the beginning, the Horde taking over the entire planet Azeroth was an unrealistic hope? The invincible Horde, the Horde that once ruled over an entire world! What's wrong with you?
Didn't the Draenei create a bunch of strange things back then?
So what?
Didn't the Horde still win?
Why did this familiar scent of victory begin to drift away from the tribe ever since they set foot on this land of the other world?
Orgrim still remembered the scent before the battle — the bravest warriors of each clan would bring the young Orcs to battle, and before the battle, they would tell them about the Horde's inheritance and the belief of victory. They fought bravely, conquering one enemy after another.
It was like this five years ago, a hundred years ago, and thousands of years ago.
They thought that this belief would be passed down from generation to generation.
This power inherited from their ancestors should also be passed on to the descendants of the Beastmen.
Why did these young beastmen forget this courage?
Orgrim's eyes widened in anger. He couldn't accept this, he wasn't willing! He was still looking for a chance to turn the tables!
All of a sudden, he thought he had found it!
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