The dwarves' sickness doesn't end there.
The cannons of this era did not have the precision required by large-scale mechanical industry, the steel was not up to standard, and there was no so-called rifling. Therefore, the range of this "small steel cannon" was not far, only about two kilometers.
Of course, because the shells are filled with materials, it is not a cannon in the traditional sense. According to Magni's translation, after one shot, no grass will grow within a diameter of 100 meters.
"Okay, next question? How do you load the shells? Why don't I see any loaders?"
That's right, the gun barrel, which is only six meters long and about 1.2 meters in diameter, is fixed on this human-powered tank destroyer. Looking at those huge shells with a diameter of one meter, Duke felt his eyelids twitching.
This thing must weigh at least three or four tons, right?
"What else can we do? Lift it with human power!"
Magni snapped his fingers, and suddenly a dwarf guard's body swelled up as if inflated. Obviously, the guy's armor was specially made, and the moment his body grew larger, the armor separated by itself. A good breastplate turned into a heart-protecting mirror.
The pair of leather pants were also specially made. It was so amazing that the long pants were worn like shorts without being torn at all.
Looking at the guy's body shining with silver metal, Duke finally realized: "Is it a god descending from heaven?"
"Yes!" Magni smiled: "It seems that you know us dwarves very well!"
The gods have descended to earth, and the dwarves have another crazy racial talent. After rigorous training, the dwarves who have awakened this talent can achieve a short-term and significant increase in strength, attack power, defense, and vitality by increasing their size.
OK! Dwarves, let a few dwarves who have awakened Gods of the Underworld carry the cannonballs, and you win!
Looking at Duke's admiring expression, Magni and Gelbin smiled happily.
Magni suddenly came over and said stealthily, "Yes, it sounds like you know how to make a 'loader'? Can we discuss this in private later?"
Duke's eyes rolled around. "We in Stormwind Kingdom are in a stalemate in Redridge Mountains. How about you support 1,000 secret room guards first?"
"Are you kidding? There are only 1,200 secret room guards in the entire Bronzebeard Dwarf clan. No! No talk!" Magni's tone was firm, like an old hen protecting her chicks, holding her hands tightly.
A faint smile appeared on Duke's face. Almost at the moment of seeing Duke's smile, people around him who were very familiar with Duke's character, such as Alleria, were already covering their mouths and laughing.
Well, Duke is going to cheat again.
"Then, I will exchange it for my secret of large-scale tank assault - Blitzkrieg?"
"Blitzkrieg?" This name sounds very impressive! Magni and Gelbin pricked up their ears almost instantly.
You know, over the years, their steam tanks have been ridiculed by outsiders.
Useless lump of metal.
A huge waste of manpower and material resources.
It's no more powerful than an orc warrior's 200-pound hammer.
With a few blows from the hammer, the steam tank fell apart.
Well, it's worse than a hammer!
No matter how many times Magni and Gelbin heard this, it was like needles stabbing their hearts and was extremely painful.
Although the spirit of steampunk has long been deeply imprinted in their hearts, and they firmly believe that high technology will replace weak swords, as long as new things like steam tanks have not proven themselves on the battlefield, they and their inventors are destined to live in the ridicule of others.
The old school among the dwarves continued to advocate that more efforts should be put into training the most capable dwarf guards of the secret chamber.
This made Magni and Gelbin very uncomfortable.
Duke's words now directly touched the deepest part of their hearts.
Duke flipped his hand and a huge virtual picture appeared. It was a huge plain with hundreds of smoke and dust rising above it. If you look closely, you will find that those are tanks that are completely different from the dwarf steam tanks, and they are rushing forward.
They use their high-speed assault capabilities to tear through the enemy's defenses with incredible swiftness, go around the enemy's rear, divide, surround and annihilate the enemy.
Duke's magnetic voice also came to mind at this time: "Although I recognize that your invention is a groundbreaking invention of genius, it is obvious that your use of tanks is wrong. Tanks will never be a weapon for attacking or confronting. Tanks represent firepower and mobility. Only mobility is the soul of a tank."
The two short guys shuddered all over.
Because the images were displayed too quickly, the two of them did not see clearly what kind of enemies the tanks were attacking. But this did not prevent a new window from opening in their minds.
Just when I wanted to hear more, Duke got addicted and closed the screen.
Duke ignored them and continued to persuade them: "There are nearly 300,000 human soldiers and thousands of mages gathered in the Wasteland. If it is a head-on confrontation, when will it be the turn of the dwarves to take the lead? By the time your short legs arrive, the battle will have been fought out. Everyone is advancing with infantry, so why should the dwarves take the lead?"
"This..." Magni's face turned the color of liver. After being blocked and beaten by orcs at the doorstep for a year, everyone was angry. Magni was already a little bit unable to tolerate the face of the people of Lordaeron who regarded themselves as the savior of the dwarves. Now that Duke mentioned it, Magni was a little discouraged.
Gelbin spoke up: "Well, Duke, do you have any good ideas to help the dwarves and gnomes? How can we take the first place?"
Duke smiled mysteriously, and sneaked into a dwarven tent with the two guys, then said, "Orgrim, the chieftain of the Horde, did issue a challenge to the Alliance and challenged Lothar to a decisive battle. But Orgrim is also a cunning man, and he never promised to fight to the bitter end. If he can't defeat the Alliance, he can retreat into the Blackrock Fortress! Think about it, if 200,000 orcs retreat into the fortress, how long will it take for the Alliance to capture the Blackrock Fortress? In a street fight with narrow terrain like that, who will be sent first to fight?"
Magni couldn't keep calm at all.
Dwarves, definitely send the dwarves who are best at tunnel warfare to be cannon fodder. Even if Lothar is really kind enough to share the losses of all countries, this is still a nightmare for the Bronzebeard dwarves who have already suffered heavy losses.
You have to know that the 50,000 people now were gathered by Magni in a fit of anger, for the sake of revenge, he had to pull out almost all the adult dwarves who could fight. If the loss is too tragic, it is conceivable that the Bronzebeard dwarves will not be able to recover for a long time.