MTL - Stratholme God-v2 Chapter 1404 Battle of Talador (middle)

   Chapter 1404 The Battle of Talador (middle)

   This is a life and death battle for the Iron Horde.

   had long known the despicable roar of the alliance gathering heavy troops, and also gathered all the troops he could call. If you can't hold this narrow mountain pass leading to the Talador area, then you can't expect to hold Nagrand, the old lair of the Warsong Clan.

   Breaking through the natural dangers of mountains, the Nagrand area is the super prairie of Yimapingchuan.

   This kind of terrain is a good place to have a good time for the T-34 tank with better mobility.

   Iron Horde's chariots are too bulky.

   At this time, the thousands of commanders shouted, and the goblin aircraft emerged from the various air-raid caves, almost screaming over the Talador Forest, and some even brushed the treetops. Or the unsightly ground plane destroyed people, or the beautifully brought a sound of breaking the wind, and the broken branches were flying all over the sky.

  A lot of goblin planes crashed into the streets as soon as they took off. The background was the death of a large number of experienced goblin pilots during this period. This is definitely bad news for the Iron Horde side.

   Regardless of whether it is the Orc Flying Dragon Knight of the Dragonmaw Clan, or the Goblin Pilot, they are all units that are difficult to train in the standard sense.

   In terms of air force battle damage ratio, the Iron Horde is not as good as the Alliance...

   For this reason, I scolded the despicable roar many times: "Why is the level of the alliance pilots always so high, and there is no descent?"

   The flying formation of the goblin was crooked, and there were various dangerous crashes and collisions from time to time. At the end, the leading air commander did not see it, and directly sent a signal. The translation and translation were—

   Forget it! A go up!

   This is also the only tactic the Iron Horde Air Force can come up with.

   Before the pilots of the Iron Horde had a chance to fiddle with their clumsy flying skills, a large bright explosion of fireworks suddenly exploded in the morning light.

Dear!

The    Alliance's air-to-air fire range is farther than the Iron Horde's!

   This is what drives goblins crazy.

  There is no way, if the technology lags behind, you will be beaten first.

   Looking at the dense rockets, the goblin pilot is desperate!

   "Wow ah ah-"

   They really didn't have much to do except screaming and squeezing the trigger, pouring the goblin version of Gatling's ammunition straight ahead in advance, hoping for a 1% chance of intercepting the rockets ahead of time.

  Tactical maneuver?

Give me a break!

  Before dodging the rockets, ask yourself if the crafted aircraft can survive the drastic change of direction. One is not good. Before being blasted, he fell apart.

   This is the tragedy that the goblin factory has basically fallen. The hometown of the Warsong clan will not set up a factory for the goblins, which brings another problem. Most of the aircraft lack spare parts for maintenance.

   "Boom boom boom!"

   A face-to-face, at least three-digit goblin aircraft pulled the terrifying tail flame unique to the explosion, and fell to the ground with a roar.

Even if the    Alliance's rockets can't hit the goblin aircraft, under the action of the thrusters, they still follow the ballistic trajectory... and hit the orc infantry positions farther away.

   "At least! At least take down the enemy's aerial leader!" Zaira is a legend of the Dragonmaw clan. In this life, after experiencing "The Cataclysm", this guy chose to allegiance to Garrosh as historically. He was then taken to Delano and became the Air Force Commander.

   The boss shouted, and naturally there were dozens of goblin flying machines, staggeringly rushing towards the wind **** pterosaur cluster in the sky.

The    tribe's dragon knights don't have any long-range attack capabilities, and the ones who charge are, of course, hard-working goblins.

   A wind **** pterosaur, [gavemepower] saw that these short-eyed guys actually wanted to come over and do something to his mount, he smiled and snapped his fingers.

   "The barrage on the port side is too thin."

Behind   , the artillery on more than ten Fengshen pterosaurs immediately turned to fire.

   "Boom boom boom!"

  The former goblin version of MA has a strong protective ability, and the 20mm cannon can't be hit at all, making the pilots of the alliance vomit blood.

  Unfortunately, in front of these Fengshen pterosaurs known as the fake version of the air fortress AC-130, the goblin MA is not enough to see at all!

  The AC-130 is only a 105mm howitzer.

The    heavy artillery version of the Fengshen Pterosaur is two, plus a bunch of 40mm Bofors cannons and 7.62mm machine guns.

   This firepower cannot be said to be insane, at least it is considered inhuman.

   A round of intensive artillery strikes, and the first wave of goblins all knelt down.

There were a few goblin thieves who didn't have long eyes, reluctantly using tactical maneuvers to try to rush through the blockade of the anti-aircraft guns, but their fate was no better than the previous ones. For the powder.

   In the normal situation, the Iron Horde will definitely not send the Air Force to compete with the Alliance in advance.

   The tragedy is that the ground forces of the Alliance started the attack one step ahead of the air force.

   Tens of thousands of Union troops, scattered in skirmish lines over a thirty-kilometer-wide front.

   It's not that the Alliance doesn't want a wider front, but that the pass to Nagrand can only accommodate this fan.

   In addition to the old T-34 tanks and Zaku troops, there are also a large number of Devilsaur and Brontosaurus guarding the wings.

  This battle takes into account both plains and mountain warfare. Once it is bombed by the alliance's air force and the steel torrent rushes again, the steel tribe's already poor Goron army can't stand it.

  In a trench of the Iron Tribe that was as deep as two people, Despicable Roar suddenly heard a clucking sound from teeth chattering.

   He turned his head and saw a young orc soldier who seemed to be under a spell, half of his body popping out of the trench, and his eyes looking up at the sky were full of despair.

   This is not an exception!

   Looking at the huge air force of the Alliance, they shivered. If it weren't for Nagrand behind them, it is estimated that they would be paralyzed on the ground.

   A Kor'kron guard couldn't stand it, so he rushed up and kicked the orc who took the lead.

   "Get up! Asshole! Are you still a great orc warrior? A true warrior should never give up hope under any circumstances."

   Seeing this scene, Despicable Roar was very disdainful, and he made a gesture of wiping his neck.

   A strong arm stopped him.

   "Ah... Father!?" Despicable roared in shock.

  Grom* Hellscream stared at Kor'kron: "Just reprimand. Let the orcs go to the battlefield, this is our failure as warriors."

   The great warrior silently turned his head and looked at the sky, with those huge titans-like figures reflected in the depths of his eyes.

   This suffocating pressure can be felt by even a warrior like him, let alone an ordinary orc.

   "Even if Garrosh does it all over again, can we defeat the Alliance..." Grom murmured to himself in his heart.

  The front line, two armies began to fight for life and death in this land.

  In the rear trenches, the sound of killing sounds seemed to be far away.

  If anyone dares to probe out of the trenches, the sky-shattering sound waves swept in like a tidal wave, stimulating his eardrums.

   The Iron Horde had no choice but to wait for the Alliance troops to come to a very close distance while being beaten, and then launch a melee battle.

   (end of this chapter)