Stratholme God

   Chapter 161 Shelling of Yangfan Port (1 more)

   No matter who is in the orc tent, they all think that Mai and someone on the opposite side are vicious!

   It is completely conceivable that when the main human force returns, the Kul Tiras fleet will completely block the sea area opposite Yangfan Port, and the orcs will be completely trapped in the three-acre field of Quel'Thalas.

   The forest here is good, and only good.

   It can support one or two first-tier clans, but it absolutely cannot support 300,000 orcs.

   If the main force of the orcs does not go, maybe they will never go again.

  Orgrim decisively ordered: "We withdraw immediately!"

   Varok hesitated: "If we just retreat like this, we will be pursued and eventually scattered! The sky is full of those **** griffins, and those long ears can see clearly at night. We can't escape at all."

  The Great Chief of course knows: "Only bring the main battle clan, not all the trash."

   A frivolous sentence determines the life and death of 200,000 people.

   Husband and wife are birds of the same forest, and they fly separately when disaster is imminent.

   Once upon a time, Orgrim and Zujin's 'love' was like honey. But in the face of the cruel reality, Orgrim, the "honest", "righteous" and favored by countless orcs, abandoned Zu'jin and his Zu'Aman trolls as historically did.

   More than that!

   In this life, Orgrim chose to abandon more orcs because of Mai’s iron-locked Hengjiang tactics.

   "Let's go and kill those annoying human troops in the south! You continue to attack Longears here!" Orgrim ordered the chiefs of the second-rate clans. There were still more than 100,000 second-rate clan skirmishers they gathered.

   "Understood!" replied the chiefs.

   No one doubts that something is wrong!

   So far, there is no region in the Eastern Kingdom that can afford a million orcs to live. The upper limit of food determines the upper limit of orcs entrenched in a region.

  The warchief had led them to break through the capitals of three human kingdoms, and it was only a matter of time - they all believed so.

   That's right! The dead orcs are all waste, and only the orcs who are screaming and fighting can stand at the head of the enemy's city as the victor.

  In the evening, the orcs headed by the Blackrock Clan began to pull out their camp and set off to the south!

   Except for Orgrim and Varok, none of the orcs knew the true destination of the march.

  The orcs entered the Eversong Forest with torches, and gradually, the marching route deviates.

   When most of the orcs came back to their senses, they had arrived at Yangfan Port.

   "Where are we going?"

   "I heard that the long ears here are reserved for the Broken Tooth clan to fight slowly, and we are going to transfer again."

   "Oh oh oh!"

   "Oops, which clan is such a good hunting ground for?"

   "I heard that there are better hunting grounds waiting for us."

   Most of the orcs are simple-minded guys, plus the nomadic race, they are all at home in the world, as long as they are not hungry and there is a fight, then there is no problem.

   In this respect, it is much easier to manage than humans.

  For human beings, we also need to consider the low morale caused by leaving the country and leaving the well.

   The time has come to midnight.

On the pier of Yangfan Port, hearing the scout's report, Orgrim finally felt relieved: "The distance of half a torch (orc's inaccurate measurement standard, about two kilometers) can't find any trace of human beings. It seems that human beings can't be found. We were deceived."

   Varok squeezed out an ugly smile: "That timid duke probably thought we were going to attack them and was already retreating."

   "Hurry up and get on the boat, the Blackrock clan comes first."

"clear."

   The discipline of the orcs has always been a problem.

   For who gets on the boat first, there are often fights or something.

   All kinds of pushes and shoves have made this place like a vegetable market, which is very lively.

  If possible, Orgrim didn’t want to set sail at Yangfan Port with such a high profile.

Most of the Kul Tiras ships that I had no choice but to grab were warships with very deep drafts, and there was no dedicated deep-water port. To board a ship on an ordinary beach, people had to be transported up by a small boat. This is generally terrible for orcs. It's another nightmare.

  Some orcs overturned into the water because of panic, and even overturned the entire sampan.

There are also transport ships made by orcs. This shape is a bit like a cockroach flat-bottomed boat. It needs to be driven by paddles. The most important thing is that it cannot withstand the wind and waves of the open sea. It has to be limited to the area near the sea. This makes it easier for humans to be caught. fleet attack.

   Anyway, after nearly four hours of tossing, only 30,000 orcs got on board.

  The first batch of ships left the port, and the second batch of ships came in and docked.

   Thanks to the 16 long piers in Yangfan Port that extend to the deep water area, 32 battleships and 16 cruisers can be loaded with people and materials at the same time, which is actually very fast.

   Despite his concerns, Orgrim had no choice.

He comforted Varok: "It's okay, I've seen human cannons. These cumbersome siege weapons are difficult to temporarily install, and humans only fire during the day, and at night, human eyes can't see the target, let alone at such a distance. distance……"

  This time, it was Mr. Great Chief's turn to be the old general on the Peking Opera stage.

   He had just finished speaking when a piercing wind resounded over the entire port.

   The orcs who have experienced the Battle of Hillsbrad Hills are no strangers to this, the human griffin bombers (machines), they are lei!

   "Griffin—" an orc roared loudly.

   This voice is useless except to increase panic!

Losing all the mages, and no troll spearmen, the trebuchets would not have such a large shooting angle (in fact, for quick evacuation, Orgrim did not bring trebuchets at all), crowded in the ten The Orcs are simply targets.

  More than 200 griffins swooped down at a large angle almost perpendicular to the ground, carrying 100-pound bombs, rushed to a place less than 200 meters from the ground in one breath, and released their claws suddenly.

  “咻——”

   After the vibrato of death sounded, it was the terrifying continuous roar that shook the entire port!

   "Boom boom boom!"

  I don't know how many orcs were blown up into the sky, and the broken limbs flew all over the ground.

   Worse, it caused the orcs to panic. They instinctively wanted to dodge, but they couldn't move on the narrow pier. Many orcs jumped into the still cold water when they panicked. He was not killed immediately, but drowned on the edge of the pier.

   "It's okay! Calm down—there's only one wave of human gryphon bombardment—" Varok attempted to restrain his men.

The    orcs are also considered to be bombed out of experience. After these griffins bombard one wave, they often have to fly back, and a second wave will come after a long time.

   This time is a little different.

   Five kilometers away, McDonald patted Willie on the shoulder: "Look at you!"

right! Gunner Willie is the little boss in the front door copy of Stratholme. His level of control over artillery surpasses that of any player.

  No way, if it is a serious artillery, maybe some players are stronger.

   However, this 105mm howitzer is only a trial work, all the rifling is manually engraved, which brings great possibility of error. When it cannot be corrected by scientific means, the gunner can only aim with experience.

   Willie nodded heavily, then pulled the cord that fired the cannon.

   (end of this chapter)