Stratholme God

Chapter 972
Everyone praises the Union tank force as awesome.

The alliance's propaganda is also like this, as if there are no eggs under the steel track.

In fact, McDonald, who is a time traveler, is the most sober one.

How can a tank be so awesome, let alone the artillery and armor, the off-road ability alone is an absolute fatality.

There is a very simple way to make all the alliance's tanks useless-digging anti-tank trenches!
A trench more than 10 meters wide and 5 meters deep is enough to make the vast majority of tank soldiers feel like dying, and the tanks will never come up if they get stuck in it.

The anti-tank trenches of World War II were often dug as deep as possible, and anti-tank mines were buried under the trenches.

Most of the trenches on the earth are dug by construction machinery, such as bulldozers and excavators, which will be dug horizontally and vertically for you on the battlefield in minutes.

Horizontal trenches are easy to understand, but vertical ones are often pits. If you really follow the route planned by the defender, then you will have a lot of fun.

It is about a few tenths of the cost of an ordinary artillery that earns you a tank, and you are asked if you are losing money.

If you switch to Azeroth, just let the orcs take an engineering shovel, the speed of human excavation may not be much lower than that of your excavator, and it is also fuel-efficient.

Regardless of the hype in the propaganda, McDonnell is very clear that the future of alliance mechanization is definitely not tanks, but mecha troops.For a long time, they have made great efforts to steal and grab various technologies, and forced blood elf craftsmen and gnome craftsmen to research and develop day and night, just for this.

Ashenvale and Felwood are typical terrains where tanks can't be played.

Such a complex terrain is naturally dominated by the ranger and other forest people.

There is another problem here, the dark elf loves the forest like his life.The Burning Legion destroyed the forest, although it was desperate with the demons.If the human army as an ally destroys the forest... Ahem, who can guarantee that the dark elves will not withdraw from the alliance?
The night elves are so difficult to serve.

Send mecha troops on the designated route and drive the demons back to Mount Hyjal as soon as possible. A mountain battle is better than a jungle battle.That's McDonnell's plan.

It's just that the biggest obstacle to this plan itself is the night elves themselves!

As soon as McDonnell opened his mouth, a group of high-ranking priests of the Elune Sisterhood around Tyrande jumped up. Before Tyrande could speak, they almost raged against McDonald.

"No! Those giant mechs will destroy our forest."

"There is no road in the forest for mechs to pass through."

……

Barbara, it's as noisy as a vegetable market.

McDonnell was not annoyed either. He sat back on the chair, folded his hands on his chest, crossed his legs, and watched them spray.He didn't even stare at Tyrande, too lazy to put pressure on the night elf high priest.

Tyrande didn't speak to McDonnell, but gritted his teeth: "XXX and XXXX, in the name of Elune, the goddess of the moon, I order you to bring your troops and immediately go forward to Felwood Forest to meet the Burning Legion. Die there!"

The atmosphere froze all of a sudden, and the high-ranking priestesses who had been domineering just now stood there dumbfounded.

Tyrande raised his eyebrows, and his eyes sharpened: "What? Can't you hear the order? Is it deaf or my brain is not good? Or as the spokesperson of the goddess, I can't speak well? Also, let Fandral * Deer Helmed Claw Druid Troops, too!"

The atmosphere in Astrana's headquarters immediately dropped to freezing point.

However, what else can the high-ranking priests say?
Guarding the holy mountain of Hyjal was originally the duty they agreed with the guardian dragon, and it was the price for them to enjoy endless life and eternal youth.

In the past ten thousand years before the alliance appeared, this honor and responsibility belonged to them.

Everyone knows that the night elves alone can't handle it, but the alliance is required to contribute, and the alliance is not free to fight. The other leaders don't know, McDonald will definitely give up the burden.

Stratholme, the fastest in the entire alliance, is on strike. Wait for the rescuers from other alliance countries to arrive... Hehe!Are they here to collect the corpse of the dark elf?
On the magic mirror, no matter which screen it cuts to, the night elf troops are retreating steadily.

Countless small demons teamed up with mountain giants and large treants corrupted by fel energy to crush the night elf troops. Basically, the dark elves still have the power to fight, and they are the two-headed Chimera troops.However, the number of such powerful raptors is too small to turn the tide of the battle.

So Tyrande made a decision—she sent the most conservative and stubborn two high-ranking priests together with Fandral's hardcore to deliver food.

Finally, when all the high-ranking dark elves dispersed and only Tyrande and McDonald were left in the corner of the military conference hall, Tyrande asked with a livid face, "If I insist on not allowing the alliance troops to destroy Forest, what will you do?"

McDonnell took a cup of black tea from Maiev, took a breath, shook the cup, and took a sip: "The Alliance will fully respect the independence, territorial integrity and religious belief of each member country. If the Throne Council votes to , the Stratholme ranger troops and the Gilneas werewolf troops will enter Felwood as soon as possible..."

If you haven't finished that part of the content, it's natural that the other troops are helpless.

You want the horse to be a thousand-mile horse, and you want the horse not to eat grass. How can there be such a cheap thing?
"Where's the Trident Army?" Tyrande was somewhat unwilling to give up.

"Transformation." McDonnell snapped his fingers, and a Trident officer trotted over immediately. McDonnell raised his eyelids: "Tell the high priest, your current occupation is..."

[Time and Space Ranger] Stretch your chest: "A glorious new type of person, no, it's a Gundam pilot!"

If you are poor, you will use three-three tactics, and if you are rich, you will open the way with cannons.

I just passed through it before, so I have no choice but to be a chopper team for you.Now that there is Gundam, even if it is a prototype machine, who the hell is still playing hand-to-hand combat with you?

Mecha is a man's romance!

If you don't know how to go to the ground, you won't be a big soldier again in this life, unless...you add money!

Tyrande refused to open up the country, opened up Gundams, and offered elf girls. Of course, Trident went on strike if it said it was going to strike.

This group of sand sculptures stood out and refused to be infantry, which really choked Tyrande so much that he wanted to vomit blood.

The benefits of Macdonald's refusal to marry Tyrande at the beginning were revealed at this time.

I'm male to male with you, and I don't have a relationship with sleeping on a pillow, and I don't even have to blow the pillow.

It's not that there are dark elves around McDonald, but when Tyrande saw Maiev's face, he knew immediately that even speaking would be counterproductive.

Maiev: Tyrande, you still owe me the throne of the Goddess High Priest for a month.

Macdonald's attitude is like this: At worst, you can't hold the dark elves, let the Burning Legion fight all the way out of the dark elves' territory, and then it's the turn of the alliance's main players.

Sure enough, a day later, news was sent back that the blocking troops sent by Tyrande were all wiped out.

The picture sent back is too cruel, maybe this is the legendary "Smashing Peace"!

(End of this chapter)