Chapter 909, The Great Patriotic War Begins

North of the Old World, Northeast of Kislev, Ice and Snow Kingdom, Imperial Calendar 2514, Kislev Calendar 999, late September, the most important fortress in the Alpine Pass, Voss Glade Fortress.

The alpine pass is the most important defense in the old world against the invasion of the northern barbarians and the Kurgan tribe on the other side of the Roof of the World, because this pass is one of the few roads that can pass through the Roof of the World relatively smoothly, on the opposite side of the Roof of the World, It is the Kurgan prairie that stretches for tens of thousands of miles, where tens of thousands of Kurgan nomadic tribes appear everywhere, ready to invade the civilized world in the south at any time, and Mrs. Kisler also migrated from the mountain pass here. old world.

However, since Queen Katarin came to the throne, no Kurgans came here from the east in the mountain pass, only the barbarians from Norsca and Chaos Wasteland in the north went south from time to time, so the defenders of Vosgrad Fortress never The scale of 3,000 was slightly reduced, and only about 2,000 defenders were guaranteed to last until Prager's reinforcements arrived in time.

(What no one knows is that it’s not that the Kurgan nomadic tribe doesn’t want to come, but that the Black Orc warlord Grimg Ironhide has led a large group of greenskin tribes to block the other side of the mountain pass in order to massacre Kurgan Gan people and all kinds of chaotic champions and chaotic gods choose for joy, the Kurgans can't beat the iron skin and can't go west.)

This year is a bumper harvest, and the joy of the harvest is certainly pleasing, but that is the matter of Kislev, especially the small part of the territory south of the Linsk River, and has nothing to do with these people north of the Linsk River , On the contrary, after September, the north of Kislev has lost a little warmth and is covered with ice and snow again.

The troops stationed here are very hard. Not only do they have to face severe cold, loneliness, chaos raiders and barbarian warriors going south from time to time, many terrible demonic creatures and even unclean filth , but also to face the whispers of chaos and the erosion of corruption.

The bodies of many soldiers have mutated during the long-term garrison. Some of them have grown extra fingers, some have enlarged skulls, some have forked tongues, some have grown scales and fur, and some have hair Fluorescence appears, and even the most serious ones will grow extra limbs, extra eyes, and heads. If the slight mutation does not affect service, these defenders will voluntarily rush to the forefront to seek glorious death and relief when encountering battles. In the event of a severe mutation, officers would immediately execute the mutant.

Is it bitter? Yes, very bitter.

very sad isn't it? Yes, sad too.

But Mrs. Kissler is proud. They are the descendants of the bear god. The people of the female tsar are willing to sacrifice everything in order to defend the kingdom, just to survive before the tide of chaos.

Very few defenders can live beyond the age of thirty-five, and most of them have no possibility of any promotion. A sergeant may be their biggest goal in life, and Kislev can't come up with more The military pay or special treatment to these soldiers, but they have no regrets.

Everything is to survive in this dark world.

It was night, and the wind and snow were howling outside, and it was extremely cold inside the fortress. Kislev defenders who were not on duty all hid in the room inside the fortress to warm up. The ground and walls paved with boulders were as cold as ice. The soldiers None of them had a coat to wear, and all the cotton coats and animal skin cloaks that could keep out the cold were handed over to the defenders on duty. Most of the remaining soldiers wrapped themselves in blankets and quilts, shivering in the dark.

Even if the conditions are so harsh, the rationing is very difficult. Normally, the defenders of the castle need at least two and a half catties of black bread a day, which is about 1250 grams of black bread, to be full. The defenders can only supply about 600-700 grams of black bread a day and a bottle of vodka spirits a month, and lack fresh vegetables and salt. Only nearby Ugol nomads occasionally provide a small amount of meat, eggs and milk.

The army along the northern line has also been in arrears of wages for more than six months. Most of them can only receive half of their military pay on time. Finally, this month has a bumper harvest. The country's finances are a little looser. Many soldiers are counting on Can pay full salary this month!

"Artyom!" A few soldiers were just off duty when a young soldier was called out. His face was covered with snow, he was stiff from the cold, his lips were trembling with cold, and he had several chilblains on his ears. Hearing someone calling him, he forced a smile: "Seryozha, what's the matter?"

His friend, Corporal Seryozha, who is also a spearman, strode up, and in his hand he stuffed something into Artyom's hand: "To celebrate the millennium celebration of our Motherland, Queen Kata Her Majesty Lin has sent us supplies! To celebrate the upcoming Millennium Celebration, Artyom, this is your share!"

"Oh oh oh! That's great! There's vodka!" The young spearman hurriedly took a look at the things delivered, and exclaimed excitedly, the hard work of being on duty seemed to be swept away.

There are very few things, a bottle of vodka, two pieces of black bread and a small piece of bacon that has been cut in half. These are the rewards of the Millennium Celebration from Queen Katarin.

The next thing is very simple, get a large piece of snow from outside the house, light a pile of firewood, boil the snow water in an iron pot, and filter out impurities. By the way, put the black bread into the boiling water and start preparing for dinner.

Everyone was shivering from the cold and wrapped themselves in blankets and quilts. The wind and snow outside seemed endless. After the bacon was thrown into the big iron pot and cooked for a long time, the meat finally melted and the pot also boiled. After cooking a little oil, several soldiers carefully sprinkled a little salt with a small wooden spoon, and they were ready to eat today's dinner with hot water.

"поехали!"

"поехали!"

Several soldiers picked up the vodka, said it was a bottle of vodka, but it was actually in a small square glass bottle, only 150 milliliters, they carefully poured out half of the vodka, and then prayed together, thank you Ursun, the bear god, and Katarin, the queen, gave them precious vodka. Cheers, no one will finish this bottle of vodka in one sitting.

For the defenders on the northern border, vodka was hard currency.

There are not many things. For soldiers like wolves and tigers, a meal of black bread that is only half a catty is really not enough. The Litanian army was equipped with a lot of meat, agricultural by-products, and ale. For the northern guards like Artyom, they could only rely on black bread to fill their stomachs.

By the way, if a Holy Grail Knight only eats black bread, he must eat at least five catties a day. It is normal to eat seven or eight catties, and there are many people who can eat ten catties.

After a meal, everyone was not full, but there was not much else to do, Artyom sighed, when would such a day be the end.

It's not that the young soldiers are unwilling, because defending the country requires people to come out and sacrifice. This is the call of mission and glory, but at least the military pay and food must be guaranteed. The defenders here have passed nearly a year. Half-starved and half-fed, and the military salary has not been paid in full for a long time, it is a problem for them to live.

It was useless to think so much, Artyom took off his coat, got into the cold bed, and soon fell asleep, the defenders were working in two shifts, and tomorrow they had to train and be on duty again.

However, not long after Mr. Artyom entered the dream, in the coniferous forest around Vosgrad Fortress.

A huge Chaos army has gradually approached the fortress.

Leading this chaotic army is the champion of Nurgle, the high-ranking witch doctor and lord of the sanctuary, Festus the plague doctor.

Few people remember that Festus used to be an excellent and compassionate surgeon, and he once established many almshouses in various parts of Nord. His skill at using curative ointments cured hundreds of patients every year.

Under the guidance of Physician Festus, Nord was able to overcome numerous outbreaks of plague: malaria, blackfoot and even the extremely harmful smallpox.

The doctor's long-cherished wish in his whole life was to cure all diseases, let the disease leave the mortal world, and let mortals no longer be troubled by illness.

However, Festus' efforts attracted Nurgle's attention. The loving father appreciated the useless efforts of mortals, and spilled the plague soup in his pot on the mortal world.

A doomsday fever is raging across Nord, and no effort can stop the spread of this new and highly contagious disease. Shut himself in his laboratory, he works day and night to create a cure. After After countless sleepless nights, Festus was still helpless.

There was nothing he could do about the plague-stricken quarantined patients dying. When the last group of patients died in agony, the doctor fell to his knees and wailed for help.

Suddenly, these corpses with loose jaws in the research room turned their heads to stare at Festus one by one. Nurgle's weak voice came from these dry throats, as if saying that he could give Festus Just this fever, but the knowledge to cure all the ills of the world, in exchange for a lifetime of service, Festus, in desperation, agreed.

From then on, the merciful doctor disappeared, and what was left was the Nurgle witch doctor who had obtained endless knowledge of the plague. All that remained in his life was the huge and filthy knowledge of countless diseases, and the endless desire for plague experiments.

Now, he is back, and he will bring the plague of Nurgle to the whole world, and share the blessing of his loving father with all mortals.

At 3:45 in the morning, the huge army led by Festus had already approached the Vosgrad Fortress.

Chaos' tide of destruction is approaching Kislev.

It was the early morning of Sunday, and the various churches in Kislev were just preparing to hold worship services and millennium celebrations.

Organ bands gather, and the commoners will sing together amidst their performances, celebrating the bountiful harvest.

The Kerim guards of Kislev City went to the Ice Palace as usual.

Residents of Prager head to the Linsk River to collect water.

Ohrengrad Wharf remains busy.

At four thirty in the morning, the sun rose over the Roof of the World mountains in the east.

A Chaos army with a number of more than 60,000 has arrived at the outskirts of Vosgrad Fortress.

Fifteen minutes later, the artillery of the Chaos Army was fully loaded, and dozens of Chaos Dwarf Demon Cannons, Chaos Dwarf Lava Cannons, and Chaos Hell Cannons fired together.

Devil flames and cannonballs rained down from the sky, falling all over the fortress, melting the defenses caught off guard and the seemingly solid city walls into slag.

As the alarm rang throughout the Vosgrade Fortress.

The Great Patriotic War has begun!