Vol 2 Chapter 1935: Ship destroyed

True, Duke feels that the current alliance has the power to sweep the entire Pandaria out. .
There is only one result of this. The alliance becomes a fear alliance, or "Father Avengers 3", because if this happens in the game, even Blizzard Dad can't see it.
Duke must know the various clan structures on Pandaria, which are damaging and which guys can stay. The problem now is that the old Comrade Chen who is theoretically a native creature in front of him does not know. You, an outsider in Duke, suddenly said that he was a magic stick, and you want to make all the mantis on Pandaria abrupt. Look at you?
The spoiler is ridiculous.
You see, do n’t people often say ‘spoilers for a while, family crematorium’?
Now the Alliance is no longer the one who hit Pandaria with wooden slags in history. The more overwhelming power, the more humble and cautious, this is the power of a big country, oh, big organization.
"Well, let's do it today. No one knows what happened to Pandaria for more than two thousand years. I hope to send an elite delegation, accompanied by Li Li and Uncle Chen Storm Liquor , Enter Pandaria. First understand the situation, it is best to make a diplomatic visit with pandaren and other neutral or justice-oriented organizations to reach a consensus on fighting the evil forces of Yasha. "
This sentence is for everyone.
The next sentence is to the military.
"According to Chen, Pandaria is a continent with complicated terrain. We cannot enter the ground war and melee without the use of weapons of mass destruction. Please follow this to quickly develop a A battle plan for mountain warfare. "
At this point, Duke's speech is actually good, the next sentence is to take off pants and fart.
"As for the warships of the tribe, they immediately sent out chasing troops to let as few tribes as possible enter Pandaria. Because the tribes would be a disaster."
It is clear that the broken ships of the tribe were put into Pandaria by your Duke. Looking back, you actually asked us to formulate a battle plan for hill and mountain warfare?
After listening to the generals want to hit people.
Only Admiral Taylor smiled bitterly.
On the other hand, the army of stunned brains is quite miserable. For all survivors, this is definitely a nightmare escape.
First, it encountered the alliance's patrols, and then a big outbreak of caused a few blind shots and killed the three airships of the alliance during the night battle.
And then the artillery battle with the Alliance's pursuit fleet, hit a close match ... No wonder.
At a glance, Garrosh felt that his fleet still had a lot, and thought that once it was discovered by the alliance, it would be good to leave half of it. Who would have thought that there would be almost five-sixths.
With the departure from the Alliance ’s absolute air defense ring, the captains of the tribal ships counted the losses and found that they were wrong.
The loss is too great.
In general air battles, most of them are the destruction of ships.
Now how does it feel like the ship is not destroyed and people die?
At night I didn't feel it anyway, there were screams everywhere, noisy everywhere.
And in order not to be a target in the night, no one is allowed to light unless the hull is on fire. Any pain, I hold it. Whoever dares to ignite to see if he is injured or not, jumps off the airship.
In the morning, most of the captains found that their ships had become a slaughterhouse Shura.
It seems that the Alliance has used a large number of shotguns called the "three types of bombs" in pursuit of hit rates. This fragmented shell is an upgraded version of the grapevine in the Black Powder era. The goal is purely soft killing, aiming at human life.
For this sudden expedition, the tribe assembled a large number of elite infantry.
Almost every boat was stuffed into canned sardines, completely crowded. Unless the captain's life and death indicate that he can no longer be caught, he will crash. Commanders of all tribes shove people in.
As a result, in the face of the Alliance's shotgun, these tribe warriors who stood on the ground and could play ten of them one by one in melee were harvested with no meaning.
After the Alliance's shells penetrated the armor of the Horde battleship, it quickly burst apart, forming a cone-shaped killing area similar to an ice cream barrel. All Horde warriors within that range were shot into horse honeycombs.
Even if they were alive, they were mostly poor worms who were seriously injured and groaned in pain in the pool of blood.
In order to avoid the artillery that repeatedly hit the ship's side, many airships crashed because the crew inside all scrambled to shrink to the other side, causing the airship's propellers to lose balance and eventually crashed.
If the tribe has enough resources, they can give each elite tribe warrior an iron armor and give them enough food and medical supplies.
Iron armor ... The fiercest orc warriors do not like wearing full body armor. This made them appear extremely vulnerable to shotguns. And on the boat, who would wore a hundred pounds of heavy armor dangling?
Speaking of medicine, the tribe was completely cut off from medicine at the beginning of the cataclysm, when the tribe and the alliance turned against each other.
Except for the herbs that the shaman made himself, it can be said that the injured tribal warriors did not receive any effective treatment. The cataclysm also destroyed the natural environment in most areas, which led to a further reduction in herbal medicine.
If it weren't for the tribe itself, it has a very wild tradition. What hurts is basically self-healing. If the self-healing fails, you should be out of luck. No one takes it apart from crying a few times.
It was replaced by the Alliance, which suffered a rise in casualties due to a large lack of medicine, and has long been frypots.
"81 warriors still capable of fighting. Mammoth 219." Magatha reported to Garrosh, making the warchief very upset.
The breakout plan was successful, but only a little over half.
He brought so many elites that he was half dead in the sky. This kind of made Garrosh almost violent.
"Chief, what about the wounded?"
"In almost every ship, the wounded are several times more capable combatants."
"Let the badly wounded guy break himself. We are not weak Alliance Dogs! Real tribal warriors, after being fatally wounded, will always find enemies on the battlefield who can all fall together!" Garrosh growled angrily. His thunderous voice made each one tremble to convey his orders.
No one noticed that the violent atmosphere in their chief's eyes was spreading uncontrollably. Fear, madness, anger, doubt, hesitation, hate, pride, seven terrifying breaths formed two small swirls. In Garrosh's bloodshot eyes, he replaced the most central pupil.
A tragic scene happened.
The seriously wounded orcs were breaking off by themselves. They were either forced or chosen by their own, and jumped from the side of the ship into the cold sea.