Chapter 115·The Battle of Sesonmund·Part 2 (please subscribe)

"Be patient, champion of the Blood God." The swamp-dwelling monster always maintained its cunning instinct, and the whites of its huge single eye moved around in circles: "The guy who calls himself the Emperor of the Southerners has arrived, and the Rick Guards are following him to fight.

They are difficult to deal with. We must deal with them carefully, otherwise we may suffer a heavy blow. Our number of marauder cavalry is very small."

"Then send out the ice trolls and giants! The weak southerners will only tremble and retreat under the roar of the trolls!" Kamala Dragon spurted out a burst of blood. The ice troll is a kind of chaotic mutant troll that haunts North.

The frozen wasteland of Ka. The ice trolls originated further north in the Troll Country. With their powerful strength and regenerative abilities, the bellicose Yankees found a use for trolls in battle. Most trolls can absorb acid.

Stomach bile sprays onto the victim, but the ice trolls have mutated so much that they can completely freeze their enemies with just one breath of icy breath.

Chaos warriors who worship the blood god Khorne, although their minds are no different from reckless men, Khorne believers worship the art of war. A perfect tactic completely defeated the southern army and destroyed their fragile morale, which is undoubtedly the goal.

An excellent way to gain favor from the Blood God.

Therefore, in a field battle, Kamalasaurus is imperative.

The Chosen Champion of Khorne, who had dominated the north for centuries, immediately took action with his bloody mind. He suddenly realized what the southerners were most afraid of and what their greatest disadvantage was.

"Deploy a shield formation on the Mongilit Plain and let all the tribes and warriors obey the order!" After Kamala Dragon Blood Dog finished thinking, he began to prepare for a huge victory: "No matter how many knights the southerners have, they will also charge.

The Unbreakable Chaos Warriors Legion! We will have a decisive battle with the Empire’s Emperor’s Army here!”

The Mongelit Plain is located fourteen miles west of Sesonmund City and five miles away from the Norscan army in a straight line. It is a narrow plain covered with hills and undulating hills, full of rocks and woods, which can effectively hinder the imperial knights.

The complex terrain will greatly reduce the accuracy of the heavy artillery that the southerners are proud of, making it difficult to hit the enemy.

"Yes!" Several Chaos Champions and Norscan Tribe Warlords received the order and left the tent. Blood-red aura surged from Kamala Dragon's body, and the face under the dragon helmet gradually became distorted.

Now, tens of thousands of imperial troops are gathering in Sessenmund. The coalition forces of eight electorate including Reikland, Iveyland, Wesenland, and Middenland have more than 21,000 people. The provincial army

United under the Elector's shield and the Emperor's griffon.

"Your Majesty, the Imperial engineers have completed the final pressure adjustment and cannon test firing of the Heartless steam tank. The commander of the steam tank, Sir Gunther Maybach, said it can go to the battlefield at any time!" The emperor's magic advisor Baelshazer Gale

Special report.

"Okay, okay, okay." The surprised Karl Franz said hello three times in a row. With this legendary steam tank joining this battle, the empire's chances of winning will skyrocket.

According to legal principles, even the emperor of the empire cannot directly use the remaining eight steam tanks. They are outstanding works created by Leonardo, the genius engineering master of the empire. Every time one is lost, the empire will lose one steam tank forever.

Its use must be unanimously approved by the engineering masters of the Imperial Engineering Academy before it can be used on the battlefield.

The Heartless steam tank is entirely the result of Baelshazer's personal prestige and constant lobbying. The great alchemist has an excellent relationship with the Imperial Royal Academy of Engineering and the Nunn Gun Factory. The golden formula he created and the improvement of the power of gunpowder are even more

It won the trust and friendship of many imperial engineers.

The emperor looked at the great alchemist with some gratitude. He relied more and more on this extremely rational magic advisor. Of course, Karl Franz also knew what Baershazer needed and what he lacked.

The noisy hooves of the Imperial knights and the slightly chaotic sound of horns came one after another. The officers shouted loudly, and regiments of swordsmen, halberd regiments, phalanxes of crossbowmen, and muskete companies were ready. The brave Imperial soldiers were always ready to rush.

On the battlefield, Emperor Karl Franz looked serious. He looked at the troops gathering on the plain and said to the generals around him: "This battle will determine the life and death of the Kingdom of Nord and the rise and fall of the northern frontier of the empire."

The surface of the gorgeous plate armor of Rick's Guards Knight Commander Hans Gentry was wiped to reflect light. The tall knight commander did not say much: "My Majesty, no matter what, my Rick brothers and I will

With you! Fight in the name of Sigmar until death!"

"The loyal Royal Gryphon Knights of Altdorf will always be behind you! Your Majesty!" the grand leader of the Gryphon Knights said loudly.

The brave and fearless soldiers under Karl Franz spoke one after another and expressed their loyalty to the emperor in the unique way of their own army.

"Yes!" The Imperial Emperor glanced approvingly at Hans Gentle, who was fighting in a roundabout way with Marshal Rick Heilberg.

Karl Franz also noticed the nervousness of the Imperial knights about this battle. With a wave of his hand, the emperor's flag-bearer Ludwig handed over an Imperial Crusade flag with gold corners: "May Ludwig

His Majesty’s heroic spirit will guide you in battle!”

A long military flag with a white background, as white as snow, with faint spots of light emitting from the surface of the flag, a pure skull and chastity seal, and the iconic Imperial Cross in the middle of the paint surface.

A battle flag used by His Majesty the "Savior" Ludwig during the Great Holy War two hundred years ago. Infused by the savior's extremely pious power, it still inspires the empire to keep moving forward. It is also in the treasure house of the Altdorf Palace.

Priceless treasure.

"Your Majesty." The tall Knight Commander Rick's guard took over the flag with his hands trembling with excitement.

"Oh my God! Oh my God! We actually have the opportunity to fight side by side with the Holy Flag of the Empire!"

"For the glory of the empire, I am ready!"

The blood surged in the hearts of the Reik Guards. All sixty Reik Guards under Gentle knelt down on one knee. The knights drew their swords and raised their lances high. Many young imperial knights even roared loudly.

, the mature and steady knights of the Knights are also full of enthusiasm.

"Heilberg." The Imperial Emperor looked at Marshal Rick, who saluted in response: "Leave it to you."

"yes!"

Ten miles to the east of Sessenmund, in the large tent with the coat of arms of the White Wolf, the northern summer sun penetrated the ceiling, illuminating the more than 200-square-meter tent. The White Wolf Elector Bao

Rhys Todbringer, the White Wolf Pope Emil and the generals from the northern provinces of the empire gathered together. The White Wolf Knights, the More Knights and other knight commanders stood on the other side, and they surrounded the tent.

On the big table, looking at the crude map on the parchment.

Since Lairen, Creel and others did not have enough influence, the White Wolf Elector's pre-war meeting naturally excluded the kingdom's knights and nobles below count.

"Today, we will fight the Norscans on the Zika Plain." Boris pointed his finger at the small area of ​​the Zika Plain on the map, just north of the Northern Province Army: "Our plan

Yes, first a large group of knights violently returned to the Norse army formation to break up their formation, and then Axel Weisenberg, the grand leader of the left-wing White Wolf Knights, led a group of White Wolf Knights to encircle them in a roundabout way.

Clamp, the right wing was handed over to the Morr Knights and the Cheetah Knights to fight against the barbarian counterattacks. Then, His Excellency the Pope and I led the infantry to advance, defeating the barbarian power in one fell swoop, and feeding these scum of the Aislin tribe to the winter.

Wolf!"

"A large number of knights from the beginning? A frontal attack on the barbarian army?" Ronald von Stanton, the grand leader of the Knights of Eternal Light led by Ostermark, raised a question. The bright candle lit was the emblem of the Knights of Eternal Light.

Zhang: "Your Excellency, White Wolf Elector, is this too reckless?"

"Ah, Sir Ronald, obviously you also see what the terrain of the Zika Plain is like." Boris Todbringer pressed his finger on the sheepskin map: "The barbarian camp is on the hills behind the plain.

They surrounded Sesonmund. They wanted to escape the pursuit of the imperial armies from the east and west. They definitely wanted to fight us here. Then they passed through the giant beasts and the strong and dense shield wall to lure our swordsmen groups to attack in batches.

I’m just afraid that the knights will use their full capabilities and then gradually encroach and delay the fighting opportunities; the field battle will turn into an offensive and defensive battle, so I won’t be stupid enough to fall into the trap!”

The grand leader of the Knights of Eternal Light remained silent upon seeing this. Perhaps he thought it would be safer to follow the usual approach of using infantry as anvils and cavalry as heavy hammers. However, at this moment, Boris's plan also made some sense.

"Your Majesty the Elector, shall we first send out infantry to test the attack?"

"I understand the Elector's plan. Infantry does not play a big role in the beginning of this kind of war. Ronald, this is not the first time I have experienced a war with the northern barbarians." Axel, the grand leader of the White Wolf Knights

Weisenberg shook his head and said seriously: "Although defeating the barbarians depends on faith and the steely will of the imperial army, fighting on the plains, the momentum of the first wave of knights' charge is crucial, and giving a heavy blow is the key.

, it can also greatly reduce the casualties of basic infantry.”

The harsh climate of the northern wasteland has created barbarians who are always struggling on the verge of death, especially the evil powers bestowed by the Evil God of Chaos.

Compared with the infantry of the empire, the combat effectiveness of the barbarians is one against three, and one against five. It is completely commonplace. A well-disciplined warrior can easily be defeated by the brave barbarian soldiers. Only by enduring strict

Only Imperial Knights and Great Swordsmen with comparable military training, equipment, and combat skills can defeat those Chaos Warrior Legions wearing plate armor and even armed to the teeth head-on.

Courage is the tragic hymn of mankind.

The Elector's flag bearer, White Wolf Paladin Brad von Tugenheim, nodded: "In that case, Your Excellency the Duke, let His Excellency the Pope and I lead the army to attack from the front. I believe that Your Excellency the Emil will

The central army is powerful enough to defeat the barbarians. As long as the morale of the Chaos Warriors Legion can be defeated, the vassal Norscan tribes will become a mess. As an elector, you should sit in the central army and command the reserve army.

!”

"We do need a reserve team. It is just a big gamble to rush all the troops." Boris nodded, agreeing with his adopted son's opinion, and then the elector said with a smile: "However, my adopted son,

You are the best person to command the reserve force, and the remaining 200 knights, 800 pioneer knights, 1,300 infantry, and 200 Teutonic guards are all left to you."

"But..." The White Wolf Elector's flag officer wanted to say something else.

"There is no but, I know Karl Franz's little dog. When the war starts, he will definitely take the lead." Boris Todbringer looked towards the west, his eyes showing a strong desire to win.

: "I lost to him once in the Imperial Council, and this war will completely wash away the shame of the North! The proud white wolf will never give in to the hounds!"

"My Lord Ulric will never bow to the bastards of Chaos! All Chaos believers must be put to death!" At the critical moment, the thunderous voice of "Great Ulric" Emil resounded through the tent.

A few hours later, the sun above the Nord Kingdom's sky gradually shifted to the west.

Lailon and Creel walked out of the camp. Creel adjusted his plate armor and cloak, and said to Lailan: "I haven't worn a winter wolf cloak for many years. This thing must be worn by a company commander-level knight."

Yes, it just looks different!"

After the precious direwolf velvet was blessed by Priest Ulric, it was woven into shape. The fully armed knight could feel a chill on his back even in summer.

The sky in the distance is like a gloomy black cloth, blocking all sunlight. The swamp-dwelling monsters summon a large amount of magical wind, changing the weather within the battlefield. Fighting against chaos, any weird things will happen in the mortal world. Veterans

As usual, Lairon and Nikas Francis behind him looked at the sky and remained silent.

"Huha!!!"

At the end of the line of sight, the dark Norscan barbarians were roaring loudly. The sound of them smashing their shields with their battle axes shook the ground. Further away, four Chaos Warrior Legions with the main tone of darkness stepped forward step by step. They

The mid-sized war shield in his hand was thrust straight into the ground, and the chaos halberd made by a demon craftsman was thrust forward diagonally. On both sides of the Norscan army, more than a thousand marauder riders holding flying axes were waiting for the sound of war drums to attack.

.

On the plain, the neighing of Xilulu war horses is heard, and as far as the eye can see, there is already a sea of ​​steel. Today, more than thirty knights, large and small, will fight for the empire in the name of the gods they believe in.

Apart from the large number of white wolf knights, the Knights of Mor, who are all covered in black armor and have sworn an oath of silence, are the most eye-catching. Their armor and weapons have been blessed by the death priests and are extremely effective against any corruption, especially vampires. They are somber and serious.

The warriors have a more serious duty: to protect the living and the dead from the endless malice of the undead and their resurrected beings.

The knights of the Knights of the Eternal Light who are incompatible with the black armor of Morr, the top of the gorgeous kite helmet is decorated with three-color iris, each Knight of the Eternal Light has a burning candle logo, and the plate armor is all silver-white and blue, symbolizing the imperial scholar god Wei Lei.

Na's brilliance.

On the right wing of the Northern Province Legion, the grand leader of the Knights of Eternal Light took off his cross helmet, revealing his resolute face.

On top of the helmet, several candles were burning.

When the candle goes out, it means the knight's life is over.

"I have to say, the equipment of these sissies looks a bit like knights." The White Wolf Paladin muttered.

The roar was loud, the sound of war drums and the shrill sound of swan horns resounded throughout the sky.

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