When the Alliance and the Horde broke off contact and the Horde's army retreated to the west, the 80,000 Scarlet Cross soldiers set up camp next to the Dalajan. A large group of lieutenants and colonels surrounded the main tent.
"What are you doing?! Are you trying to rebel? " Mograine was a little angry. These were his soldiers. When they were almost attacked by the Scourge and the Horde, they were all obedient. Now they were rebelling against Duque? Wasn't this a slap to his face?
"No! Marshal Mograine, we just want to know an answer from Commander-in-Chief Marcus. Regardless of whether the answer is in line with our wishes, we are still the soldiers of Rotterdam and the Alliance. " A Brigadier General, who was obviously elected, saluted impeccably, then asked the question on everyone's mind, "Why did you let the Horde go?!"
Duque's eyes were like lightning. He looked from left to right, then raised his chin slightly. "Before I answer your question, let me ask you a question. Do I, Duke Marcus, look like a traitor of the Horde?"
Everyone was stunned, then looked a little embarrassed.
If Duke, who had personally ended the two wars between the Alliance and the Horde, and had killed millions of beastmen and was crowned as the Alliance's Great Hero, was a spy for the beastmen, then the humans might as well jump into the sea and commit suicide.
"How is that possible! You are a great hero of the human race. "
"Sir, please don't joke."
"We don't mean to reprimand you, but we can't sleep until we get an answer!"
"That's right! Most of our homelands were burned by the Orcs. Many of our elders died in the hands of the Orcs. Suddenly telling us not to attack the rebellious Orcs makes us feel uncomfortable. "
Mograine could completely understand how they felt. Former enemies and yesterday's slaves had suddenly become potential allies. No one could stand this. But what if they angered Duque and caused Duque to abandon Lordaeron in a fit of rage?
Mograine and Abbendis were both furious.
Duque waved his hand to stop Mograine and Abbendis, who were about to explode, and said with a smile, "So, what do you think we should do?"
Someone shouted on the spot, "Destroy the Doomsday Army first, then hang those Orcs who dared to kill the prison guards!"
Duque continued to ask, "Okay, next question. Do any of you know how many soldiers the Calamity Troop has?"
"Uh, one million?" This was a conservative.
"Don't even mention a million. As long as we have a complete formation and FFF flamethrowers, we won't be afraid even if they come at us with ten million!" This was obviously an optimist.
At this time, Duque's face suddenly turned cold as if by magic. His expression was frighteningly gloomy.
Duque raised a finger. "Humph! Not to mention that you only have 100 flamethrowers per 10,000 people, even if you had 10,000 sets, it would be useless! Do you know how many soldiers the Doomsday Army has? One hundred million! At least 100 million! "
As soon as Duque's words left his mouth, it was as if an icy gust of wind had suddenly swept through the entire place. All the colonels and lieutenants shivered at the same time, and then gasped in unison.
"It can't be!?"
"How is this possible!?"
Duque raised his chin slightly. "That's right! There are only slightly more than 10 million humans in the entire Eastern Kingdom. But don't forget, to create the Undead Clan, we don't need to make zombies out of living humans. To the Doomsday Army, the Skeleton Soldiers are also soldiers. "
Duque did not beat around the bush and directly gave the answer.
When the colonels and lieutenants heard this, it was as if they had been struck by lightning. They all stood rooted to the ground and were speechless for a long time.
Duque waved his hand and said loudly, "I know that it is hard for you to accept, but the Doomsday Army is such a bastard! They will dig out all of your ancestors from their resting places and turn them into soldiers who will slaughter the living. Therefore, what we are going to face is not just one or two million trash targets, but hundreds of millions of Skeleton Soldiers. If you don't want to be drowned by the Sea of Undead and become a part of Purgatory, then go down and prepare for battle. "
The officers dispersed and hurriedly returned to their own platoons and squads to announce this terrifying fact to the soldiers. For a moment, the barracks was filled with screams and curses.
Mograine was a little embarrassed, "Duque, thank you for your hard work."
"No! They have to think this through sooner or later. Otherwise, there will always be a thorn in their hearts. "
Abendis's facial muscles twitched, "Will there really be a hundred million Skeleton Soldiers?"
Duque raised his head and looked towards the north, "That is an exaggeration. Arthas does not have that many Liches and Cursing Disciples who can control the Skeleton Soldiers. Ten million Undead Clan soldiers is the limit. But there will definitely be a hundred million Undead Clan soldiers, unless we … "
Duque did not continue.
That 'unless' was a very cruel thing to the people of Lordaeron. Because it meant that the people in every town would have to dig out the skeletons of their ancestors and burn them.
Even if the people of Lordaeron agreed to do this, it was almost impossible. The people of Lordaeron had lived on this land for 2,800 years.
Before Arthas killed his father, Lordaeron had a population of about six million. It was impossible to calculate how many generations had passed in 2,800 years and how many people had died.
Even if they wanted to burn them, they could not do it with their current manpower and resources.
Back in the tent, Mograine asked anxiously, "What do we do now?"
Duque gestured on the military map, constantly moving the chess pieces that represented the strength of the towns. "It is a good thing that we defeated Arthas' main force, but don't forget that the Scourge Army is more powerful than the locusts. We need to quickly contact all the towns of Lordaeron and gather all our forces. Those who should retreat, retreat, and those who should defend. We cannot let the Scourge Army expand endlessly. "
Seeing the direction in which Duque was moving the chess pieces, Mograine and Abendis almost broke down. If someone else had done this, they would probably have cursed out loud.
This was because Duque had completely vacated Lordaeron and withdrawn all the troops in the Tirisfal Woodlands and Silverpine Forest to the North Stream Coast. In the east, he directly abandoned the Holy City of Stratholme and withdrew all the troops to the Light's Hope Chapel and Tyr's Hand in the east.
Nearly 2,000 kilometers of land in the east and west were all given to the Scourge Army in one go.
Mograine's eyelids twitched. "We can't use the Sodorir River as a line of defense …"
Duque interrupted him. "If Caer Darron is not the nest of the Church of the Damned …"
The faces of the generals in the tent turned pale again.
There were a few generals who wanted to argue, but Duque took out his trump card — Queen Kalia's staff.
"In the name of the commander of the Alliance and Queen Lia Menethil, I demand that you carry out this order. Those who refuse will be punished as deserters! "
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