Stratholme God

   Chapter 503 Advance and retreat orderly

   Very funny, Uther, who held the door panel artifact [Yanni's Ashes (Ashbringer)], became the one who completed the kill last. If you change someone, maybe you will feel ashamed.

  Who is Lao Wu?

  The chief paladin of the contemporary era, he is not arrogant or discouraged in victory or defeat.

   The key is that McDonald's has long given him a clear order to let him take it easy.

Dear! It's up to you to fight against Akmend.

Unless he received a signal from McDonald's, Lao Wu still kept the fight, but when he saw that other companies had done it, and they didn't even send bone cannon fodder from a distance, Lao Wu only exerted a little strength to give this doomsday guard boss. Make up for the last sword.

  When Kazloga's huge body fell heavily, and even the convulsions stopped, the alliance position on the mountainside and the night elf defense line on the higher layer simultaneously sounded the sky-shattering cheers.

   "Long Live the Alliance!"

   "Long live the Kaldorei!"

  Different races, different languages, same excitement.

Most of the    coalition forces were extremely excited, but Thrall, who was instructing the remnants to evacuate toward the back mountain, felt lonely for a while.

   The same fierce battle, but the honor has nothing to do with the tribe.

  Vol'jin came over and patted Thrall's shoulder: "The Alliance is lucky this time. If their large force confronts Archimonde, they won't do better than us."

   "Yes... so!" Vol'jin's comfort made Thrall feel a little better.

  It is a good thing to win a battle, but it is embarrassing for anyone who is missing!

   On the other hand, since the launch of the blocking war, the night elves have paid too much. No one knows the strength of these three bosses better than them.

   Even the huge mountain giants will be destroyed within three rounds in front of these three ferocious bosses.

   The seemingly invincible three big demons fell into the hands of the little alliance heroes. The process seems to be thrilling, and anyone with a discerning eye can see that the alliance is playing smoothly and with ease.

   This is the place that convinces the dark elves the most.

  A snow-white owl flew towards McDonald, and stopped on the treetop not far away. Tyrande's half-length phantom was projected in its two amber-like eyes.

   "Fantastic battle, congratulations to the alliance."

   McDonald corrected with a smile: "Congratulations to our temporary alliance."

   "Next..."

   "The alliance is about to withdraw."

"Uh?"

   "If our information is correct, Archimonde will soon become angry and go straight to the field. I think ordinary soldiers can be evacuated."

   "But..." Tyrande was a little embarrassed. The Alliance did inform the Burning Legion early in the morning. The problem is that intelligence is intelligence. Who can guarantee that in addition to Mengde, there are only these four generals left in the incoming Burning Legion?

"It has nothing to do with will or courage, it's just that they are not suitable." MacDonald emphasized: "Don't forget, according to the intelligence, Archimonde has the ability to capture the soul of the victim and turn it into a destructive skill. Any The sacrifice of a strong leader at the level of a brigade is very likely to become the enemy's weapon and ammunition."

  McDonald's words were forceful, reminding Tyrande as much as possible.

   He could see that Tyrande was unwilling.

  ‘What if conventional force can consume Archimonde in one wave? ’

   Tyrande bit his lip: "What if Archimonde chooses to continue to use miscellaneous soldiers to consume the physical strength of our strong?"

"Okay!" McDonald raised his hands and made a gesture of surrender: "Each one step, I will let the soldiers of the alliance make a mobile arrangement. If it is a miscellaneous soldier, we will continue to fight. Once we witness Ake Mond strikes, and we'll leave immediately."

   McDonald's did not die against Tyrande, which undoubtedly made her face much better.

   After finishing the communication, Tyrande watched the Alliance troops again, and she couldn't help laughing.

The   Alliance said it would not withdraw: but all the Alliance infantrymen ran off in carriages, leaving only a large pile of metal chariots here.

   It’s not okay to say that the alliance is completely running away. The night elves had just witnessed these monstrous metal chariots destroying the corpses of the Scourge with their powerful artillery.

   It's just this posture, no matter how you look at it, you're ready to run!

   A large number of large-caliber 155mm guns were directly towed away. There are only 105mm howitzers and cannons left, and focus on them. The prefix [self-propelled] must be added in front of these cannons!

  Traditional artillery is towed by trucks or horses. Self-propelled artillery is the chassis used for tanks, and a giant turret is added on it.

  The 5mm inferior steel plate on the turret cannot stop even the large-caliber machine gun in minutes.

   It doesn't blow or black, and the metal javelin thrown by the troll can shoot through it.

  This thing is all about mobility.

  The real good steel is used to make tanks and battleships. It is good that the cannon can run on its own. If you make a request, you can only ask the horse to pull the cannon.

  The tanks are all in the front-facing tank fortress, and the long tank-specific tunnel behind is the best way to retreat.

   This scene made Tyrande's eyes twitch - dare your alliance really kill the big devil and are ready to run away?

   As promised, for the sake of Azeroth's tomorrow, how about resisting to the end?

   Tyrande felt a little suffocated, but could not attack.

   After all, the Alliance has done its best as agreed, and it will do what it says.

   Temporary allies do this, no one can complain, but this kind of life-saving play always feels too cowardly!

   She doesn't know much about the alliance. After a long time, she will know: what kind of boss there is, what kind of soldiers are there.

   The next scene made Tyrande completely speechless——

  Akemende...here!

  The loud and murderous voice echoed throughout Mount Hyjal!

   "Tiny mortals! Your resistance is meaningless!"

   "Your soul will be set to zero forever!"

   "Everything will be devoured!"

   "I am the end of everything—"

   The domineering roar announced the appearance of Akmend, one of the three giants of the Burning Legion.

   Just as the first syllable of Mengde's roar, all the drivers of all the tanks and self-propelled guns in the alliance that had completed the engine warm-up early all reversed.

   A crunching sound of the crawler sounded, Mengde was still at the foot of the mountain, and at least ten kilometers away from the mountainside position, the tank team of the alliance left the field.

The    Alliance said that if there was no retreat plan, that would be called a lie!

   On the road to the back mountain, at most two tanks are allowed to run side by side. If it is not arranged early, there will definitely be a big traffic jam.

   Seeing the big Arabic numerals on the car, Tyrande knew what was going on, no matter how stupid.

  The tank soldiers sang loudly while driving.

   "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, I'm number one in the strategic retreat. Seven, six, five, four, three, and two, I can eat chicken in the end!"

   Then what is "The devil is handed over to the hero, and the miscellaneous soldiers are handed over to us!"

  These songs with a clear division of labor made the night elves feel a lot of pain.

  Anyway, Archimonde took big strides and walked up 30 meters in one step. Before he got there, the Alliance position was completely withdrawn, not even the shell casings were left.

   "Ah this..." Shandris was a little dumbfounded.

   Tyrande suddenly realized that his own third formation also lost its meaning.

   (end of this chapter)