Chapter 1916 A Slow Alliance?

"For the great chief, for the tribe...ah!"

"boom!"

Accompanied by a distant gunshot that seemed to come from the sky, the orc captain who was lecturing a second ago was shot in the head by a sniper rifle and lay dead on the ground.

"Ahhh!"

"Captain! The captain is dead!"

A group of orc recruits suddenly panicked.

Five hundred meters away, the snipers and observers who had completed the sniper mission silently put away their 98k sniper rifles. In order to facilitate the operation, the sniper also removed the sniper silencer component, and then disappeared into the rugged mountain under the cover of night.

The orc pursuit team that arrived on the mountain nearly ten minutes later could not catch anything.

"No way! They should be here!"

"My warg can't smell anything."

"Hell, if only those trolls were here."

The orcs kind of miss the trolls, after all, they are the best hunters and trackers.

Three hundred meters away, the sniper team that had just caused trouble was hiding in a hiding place covered by a camouflage net, surrounded by powder specifically targeting wargs. The two people who were downwind suppressed their laughter until the orc pursuit team left. They just started talking.

"Boss, this is the twentieth time." The observer said flatteringly.

"Well, did you see that guy's nameplate?"

"I saw it. I think the boss will be promoted when I get back."

"I don't want to be promoted. It's fun to snipe behind enemy lines." The sniper smiled, revealing a palm missing the middle finger of his right hand. The calluses on his hands prove that he was once an excellent archer. Normally, without a crucial middle finger, he would have retired a long time ago.

Unable to pull a string, he was worthless in an old-style army. Here, he can also be an excellent sniper.

"Hehe, boss, it's a pity that you can't snipe the opponent's officers!"

"That's right! Centurions and above are all professionals. Unless they hit a vital point like the throat...last time I shot that guy in the head three times, but it didn't penetrate his skull..."

This scene is just a microcosm of the countless front lines at war between the Alliance and the Horde.

In the field of ordinary soldiers, the Alliance has an absolute advantage. With modern rifles, artillery and other hot weapons in hand, dealing with tribal soldiers who still hold axes and hammers is like cutting leeks in the field. They can kill as many as they want.

Against professionals, the effect is not so obvious.

If the alliance does not dispatch professionals, it will often have to hit directly with large-caliber artillery, or it may be suppressed to death by one or more continuous-fire artillery, such as the 40mm eight-gun boom gun, Bofors machine gun, etc.

Generally speaking, except for the particularly conservative night elf forces, the Alliance has an absolute advantage on all fronts.

This is based on the premise that the alliance did not mobilize the air fleet quickly.

That's right, the Alliance deliberately withdrew the air fleet.

This is common sense in modern military.

If there is enough strategic depth, no commander will put his elite troops on the front line. On the Earth before Duke's time travel, the frontline troops were always the second-line troops.

Because once the ground is washed away by artillery, the troops in front will become cannon fodder. The elite always hide in the back and are only pulled out when the counterattack horn is blown.

On the continent of Kalimdor, the Alliance's air fleet is deployed in Darnassus to the northwest, and to the southwest, deep in the Silithus desert protected by worms.

Theramore has less than two hundred old-style flying battleships. Facing the tribe's overwhelming air force, it really does not have the upper hand.

After all, in the past three years, the tribe has been plastering the walls, buying or stealing, and obtained many second-hand flying warships that have been eliminated by the alliance. Although most of the weapons were removed during elimination, it can still be fought with some changes.

The tribe used 500 steam flying battleships to 'surround' more than 200 alliance battleships.

"Your Excellency! Why can't we just let the fight go! Those crappy things from the tribe can be done with just one volley."

"Your Excellency! The soldiers below generally complain that they are too frustrated."

"Your Mightiness……"

As the commander of the fleet, Admiral Taylor slammed the table. As a cutting-edge officer in the alliance, he was also quite ambitious. Now thirty-eight years old, he is in the golden age of a commander.

He is not too old to become unresponsive, and he has more than ten years of military experience.

From Northrend to the Cataclysm, Ted was promoted from a small captain in Stormwind Kingdom to an admiral, and he won Varian's trust.

But he didn't expect that Varian would actually give him such a difficult task after the war began——

A week ago, Varian called Taylor.

As soon as Taylor entered the Storm Fortress, he was surprised to find several alliance bosses there. In addition to Varian, there are Jaina, the Bronzebeard brothers, and Alleria.

"Tyler, the Alliance has to give you a difficult task." Varian said this with a serious face at the beginning.

"Promise to complete the mission!" Admiral Taylor stood at attention and puffed out his chest.

Now, a week later, he regretted it so much.

This mission is so fucked up.

Only defeat is allowed but no victory is allowed. It is still the kind of victory that requires both oneself and the other party to pay a considerable price.

The problem is that the alliance is so arrogant, how can they lose! ?

In terms of military strength, the Alliance is now the strongest in the southern continent, followed by the continent of Lordaeron, and finally Kalimdor. The night elves and draenei have not developed modern air forces, so they can only choose the best from Lordaeron.

Lordaeron has never been weak since the Dark Portal period.

Alterac has the most money and the best warships and equipment. Those giants, which are easily 250 meters long and have main guns with a caliber of 460mm, are frightening to death when taken out.

The Stromgarde people inherited the habit of howling and fierceness of the mountain knights from the Stromgarde era when they killed people, and they fought without risking their lives. Once you go up there, don't expect to come back. Either the opponent is completely destroyed, or oneself is completely destroyed.

Dalaran is not a technology player.

As a result, the Gilneas Air Force was chosen.

In order to maintain confidentiality, the senior management did not reveal that they were planning to cheat.

Who knew that since their return to the Alliance, the Gilneans had recovered from the devastation caused by the Cataclysm and were full of energy to prove themselves.

Under the supervision of the old wolf king Genn, Gilneas soldiers practiced hard.

As soon as the game started, a salvo of main guns knocked down one-sixth of the opponent's flying ship.

This is because the Gilneans have no money, and there is still less live ammunition. They often can only test-fire with the soon-to-expire shells produced by the Alliance. As a result, the three-thousand-meter target shooting rate was only 23.6%. Otherwise, the wooden-hulled warships in the back row on the opposite side would not be enough for the Alliance to beat.

What the hell is on the other side? The fleet doesn't have the upper hand, and less than half of the cutting-edge artillery uses TNT gunpowder. Many of the cannons didn't even have muzzle brakes installed. When they fired a cannon here, the deck of their own ship was dented.