What were soldiers most afraid of on the battlefield?
The first thing they feared was having stupid teammates.
As the saying went, "Don't be afraid of a godlike boss, but be afraid of a stupid teammate." In fact, there was another kind of existence above a stupid teammate, which was called a boss who caused others to die.
If your teammates were stupid, you might be saved if you relied on yourself to become godlike.
If your boss was stupid and forced you to die, there was really no need to save you. Just write your will.
The general was the courage of the soldiers. It meant that a cowardly general would definitely have a group of weak soldiers.
Very few people knew that there was actually a saying, "The commander is the soul of the general."
After all, the generals were just the executors of the strategy.
The most terrifying thing was the failure of the strategy.
In a situation where even the generals were at a loss of what to do, if even the supreme commander did not know what to do, how could the soldiers have the courage to fight the enemy?
Now, Duque's arrogant laughter was spread everywhere. In the ears of the soldiers, it was not frightening, but heavenly.
"However, I, Duque, have seen through everything." When these arrogant words were heard by the soldiers who were already beginning to feel uneasy, it was no different from a large dose of reassurance.
That's right! The invincible commander of the alliance, Lord Marcus, had found a way to defeat the enemy. What else do we have to be afraid of?
At times like this, the reputation that Duque had made could play an unimaginable role.
Without the reminder of the officer, the veterans had already automatically remembered the various glorious achievements of Duque in the past.
Since the first battle at the Door of Darkness, every battle Duke fought, even if he lost, it was a glorious defeat.
It was true that he had lost Stormwind City, but he had burned 100,000 Orcs and let Lothar take the head of the first Orc chief, Blackhand.
In the face of the crazy attacks of the tribe, he had been defeated, retreated, and felt helpless. However, Duque seemed to be the embodiment of the strong will of the human race. By continuously uniting forces that could be united, he still led the alliance to become stronger and stronger even though he had to fight for tens of thousands of miles. In the end, he successfully turned the tables and defeated the Orcs.
It was the same this time.
The death of the Calamity Army once shrouded most of the sky above the Rotterdam continent. However, Duque, the king, returned and led everyone to launch a counterattack. Tirisfal Woodland was the only place left in Lordaeron.
Apart from the Silverpine Forest, which was still filled with werewolves, most of the fallen areas on the Lordaeron Continent had been recovered.
That's right! That's right!
As long as Lord Duke Marcus leads us, we will be victorious!
Suddenly, in the distance, a wounded soldier with a broken arm struggled to run over, knelt on one knee in front of Duque, and asked excitedly, "Commander Marcus! Have you found a way to win? "
Seeing that the bandage on the soldier's shoulder was still bleeding, Duque couldn't help but feel a lump in his throat. "Yes, we'll use the heads of those two demons as tables later."
"Thank you! Your Excellency! "The soldier kowtowed heavily.
Duque's bold words quickly spread.
"Will we win in the end?"
"I will! We will definitely win! "
"Please take care of yourself, Your Excellency. I would like to have you present me with an award during the victory ceremony!"
"I will! I definitely will! "
More and more soldiers gathered around Duque. Even the heavily wounded who couldn't get out of bed sat up with the help of their comrades.
Not only the soldiers of the Alliance, but even the warriors of the Horde shouted and raised the weapons in their hands after hearing the translation.
Swords and spears were like a forest, and the morale of the army was like a mountain!
Thousands of voices were shouting and calling, and then converged into one, turning into a shocking sound wave that went straight into the sky.
"Victory!"
"Victory! Victory! "
"Victory! Victory! Victory! "
Yes!
We will definitely win!
We have always believed in it!
At this moment, on the battlefield in front of them.
It was located at the entrance of the open land on the mountainside. Once they broke through, it would be a vast expanse of flat land. Other than the blockhouses built by the Alliance, there was no other place to defend. Although the narrow road from the mountainside to the top of the mountain was starting to build a wall, everyone knew that the wall was really useless against Greater Demons of such a level.
The mortal soldiers in the coalition army had no choice but to risk their lives and rush up from the sides of the cocoons before they exploded to support their allies on the mountain road and the city wall. This was to stop the small fries of the Burning Legion and not let them affect the experts of the Alliance to surround and kill these two Demon Lords.
Mograine was very tired. He leaned on the heavy [Ashbringer] and panted heavily. A third of his golden armor had already been torn, and he looked more like a beggar.
Grom's famous [Bloodhowl] was thrown on the ground in front of him. The incomparably strong man was currently covered in sweat, and he sat on the ground as if he had collapsed.
The one who suffered the most was the Minotaur Chief Cain. Because he was the largest and had the strongest vitality, he also suffered the most damage. Right now, Cain looked like a Ferghana Treasure Cow. There were at least a hundred large and small wounds all over his body, and all his hair was dyed red with blood and sweat.
The blood seemed to be taking the opportunity to escape.
Riadeline was using all her strength to help him recover from his injuries. [Holy Light Flash] and [Holy Light] were thrown on the Minotaur Chief like they were free.
Just as every expert was dejected and panting in despair, trying to delay the arrival of the final moment, the sound on the mountain attracted their attention.
"That is …" Wo Jin suddenly turned his head, his eyes full of confusion.
"Haha!" Mograine laughed, "Who else could it be besides him?"
Sal's face was full of a bitter smile, "Although I don't want to admit it, we can only rely on him."
At this moment, whether it was the experts of the Alliance or the Tribe, they all thought of the same name.
Sal secretly clenched his fist-he had Duque born him 15 years earlier. During Duque's glorious era, Sal was not yet born. When he grew up, Duque's glory continued. Then I, Sal, must work hard to build the Tribe in the future, so that the Tribe completely surpasses the Alliance! Create a glory that belongs only to me, Sal!
Not long after!
Surrounded by a group of soldiers, Duque arrived.
Smiling, Duque came to the side of Grom, who was panting.
"Grom, are you tired?" It seemed like a concerned question, but in reality, it was a provocation.
How could Grom be provoked with a good temper?
He coldly snorted and pointed at Karzac's giant cocoon, "Hmph! I can still kill this guy ten more times! "
Duque patted Grom's explosive green muscles, "You don't need to kill him ten times, just one more time, and it will be over."
"Really!?" Grom's eyes burst out with a sharp light.
"Ha! At least we are still allies. I, Duque, never lie to my allies! "Duque's words were sonorous and powerful.
"Hehe!" Grom stood up again. If he was a tired beast just now, then he had now transformed into the most ferocious berserker. His entire body was filled with a strong desire to fight.
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