Chapter 910, I Come From Fortress Vosgrade

The Kislev defenders stationed in Vosgrad are no strangers to the barbarian army, or they have formed an instinct to fight against the barbarians all the year round. When the fire from the Chaos Hell Cannon fell into the fortress, dozens of soldiers were killed. When the defenders burned to ashes and smashed a whole section of the city wall into a big hole, the alarm sounded immediately, and Kislev's defenders immediately responded quickly.

Vosglade's garrison commander is a major general, Ugol Boye, Korobkov. The general woke up to the sound of the explosion. When he got up from the camp bed, he ran all the way to the city wall, watching The flames and smoke of dozens of chaotic cannons fell across the sky like meteors, and the general immediately realized that something was wrong. "Oops!"

"It seems that some people's estimates have made serious and irreparable mistakes!"

"Alert! Alert! Get everyone up!"

"Ready to fight, ready to fight!!!"

The urgent sound of horns and sirens woke up Artyom, who was still sleeping soundly. The private first class shuddered and woke up from his sleep, "What's the matter? Damn it! O Erson!"

"Tal's teeth! Get up, Artyom, the enemy is coming! Chaos is coming!" The barracks was chaotic, and all the guards hurriedly dressed and looked for their weapons and equipment.

As soon as Artyom woke up, he felt the early morning chill directly into his clothes. The young Kislev soldier's eyes went dark, and a very strong sense of nausea filled his mouth and throat, and his head was dizzy. Yes, Artyom almost fell to the ground, but fortunately someone stretched out his hand and pulled him up, "What's the matter, Artyom, are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"No, it's okay." The spearman knew the reason for this. Long-term malnutrition made him a little weak. Artyom gritted his teeth and stood up. He grabbed the vodka and stuffed it into his arms, and took his breast He wore the armor on his body, then found his helmet, and took the spear.

"Quick! Quick!" The officer shouted at the door, signaling the soldiers to go up the city wall as soon as possible.

Along the stairs of the city wall, the spearman boarded the city wall in the first ray of sunlight in the morning, and he looked from the crenel of the city wall.

The terrifying scene in front of him made the first-class soldier tremble uncontrollably. He only felt the cold air creep in along the cuffs, neckline, and ankles, gradually covering his whole body.

Outside the city wall is a dark green ocean.

Tens of thousands of Norscans have surrounded the fortress, and the old Norscan warriors with simple clothes and gray temples are at the forefront, pushing the huge Nurgle plague siege tower and siege tower City cars, the old soldiers are very old, these barbarians have been regarded as "useless garbage", their only value now is to serve as human shields and go to death.

After the old Norscan warriors, there are more than a dozen legions and hundreds of warbands of Norscan marauders. Their ferocious faces only have a passion for killing. How many strange low-level Nurgle demons are there? At least Artyom saw hundreds of them, plague-stricken mortals and corrupted mutant beasts raising their pox-scarred faces in anticipation of orders, thousands of banners held high in the sky, each marked with The face of the father of all kinds of diseases, the butcher's knife is taken out of the leather case, the hammer is unchained, and the blunt sword is drawn out of the human skin scabbard.

In the distance, more than a dozen huge Chaos Trolls of Nurgle were waving their sticks. Afterwards, three Chaos Giants were covered in pustules and sores blessed by Nurgle. Slurry was dripping from the ground, and dozens of Chaos Eggs were driven forward by the Norscans, and there were no traces of being human anymore on their bodies.

There are also a large number of plague mastiffs interspersed in the ranks.

"Oh my god, Esun!" Dozens of flames flashed across the sky, and Artyom quickly hid his body behind the battlements, and a demonic shell from the Chaos Hell Cannon bombarded the city wall. The 15-meter-high city wall was instantly blasted into a hole three meters high and two meters wide.

"Where are our artillerymen? What are they doing?" Artyom yelled at his colleagues nearby who were also holding spears in fear and helplessness, as if he couldn't get rid of the wavering in his heart without this method.

"The range of cannons and mortars is not that far!" Major General Korobkov commanded the defense. The major general stood at the top of the fortress, looking down at the city wall below. "Get into your position! Prepare to meet the enemy's attack, we must stick to Pula Grid's reinforcements have arrived!"

How many enemies are there? Thirty thousand? fifty thousand? Or one hundred thousand? Artyom clenched the spear in his hand, as if only this spear could give him a sense of security, he took out a hand crossbow from behind, and began to reload the hand crossbow with his feet.

This inferior crossbow made by the empire is different from the exquisite hand crossbows of the Nuer military factory or the dwarves. This inferior crossbow only has a simple wooden handle, and it is very troublesome and laborious to reload. It is enough to shoot one arrow in a minute, but At least it keeps the spearmen distracted and occupied.

The sound of chaotic footsteps approached quietly, and Artyom could feel the footsteps of the boots coming one after another. After the boots were loaded, the defenders saw a large array of neatly arranged torches spreading around, and they heard the piercing scream of the war horn. , and a low lament in praise of the decaying god.

Soon, Chaos' attack began.

Dozens of Chaos Cannons fired continuously under the control of the Chaos Dwarf Engineers, and following the sound of the cannons, the roars and cheers of thousands of Norscan warriors, the sound of weapons hitting shields and the chaotic beat of drums , the believers of Khorne launched the charge first, and the group of Norscan warriors who believed in Khorne frantically rushed towards the fortress wall. They roared frantically, trying to let their voices be overwhelmed by the great blood god hear.

Major General Korobkov initially signaled the defenders to hold their ground first. The major general thought it might be a temptation from Chaos, but as the followers of Khorne charged, all the Chaos troops began to advance, and the monsters The war gangs even overwhelmed the old, weak, sick and disabled in Norsca in front, and only then did the major general realize that this was not a temptation, but a full-scale attack.

"fire!"

"Fire!!!"

"Free Fire!"

The roar of the officers resounded throughout the city. On the west wall of Fort Vosgrad, hundreds of defenders and a dozen artillery pieces fired at the same time, and dozens of muskets from the Empire also fired bullets at the enemy. , most of the Khorne believers who rushed to the front were only wearing the simplest leather armor, and many of them even had no armor. More than a hundred of them fell down in an instant. In an instant, Artyom felt the pressure from mortals With strength, he clenched his hand crossbow, pointed at a Norsca warrior wearing only underpants, holding two crudely made large axes, with gray temples, charging frantically, and pulled the trigger.

However, the power and confidence brought by the artillery was only for a moment. The wailing and screams of the dead on the city wall were immediately drowned out by the endless successors. Dozens of Norsca battle gangs rushed up from behind, They even run over their own compatriots directly, stepping on the bodies of incompetent compatriots with their feet, and they come like a flood.

bring it on! bring it on! Son of Kislev, never succumb to darkness, ever! Artyom's heart was gradually filled with a cold and desperate anger. The spearmen loaded the crossbows, and the officers' orders sounded, "Aim at the nearest shot! Prepare for close combat!"

It was too late, or in other words, there were too many. After the Norsca warriors rushed under the city wall, hundreds of brass claws flew into the air from under the city wall. A few seconds later, each claw's rope It was full of Norscan marauders, alternating hands quickly, trying to pull themselves up the wall.

The rest without hooks and claws took out javelins and throwing axes one after another, and fought back at the guards. The hit rate was naturally very low, but as long as a guard was hit, thousands of howls and praises to the God of Darkness would erupt from under the city wall eulogy.

The defenders tried their best to resist with all means. Hundreds of brass claws were so hard that they could not be broken with crude swords or spears, so the defenders stabbed them with spears, scalded them with boiling water, and smashed them with stones. , to prevent the barbarians from ascending the top of the city.

A chaotic hell cannon just blasted not far away, and the oncoming gravel, flesh and blood, and gunpowder smoke splashed Artyom all over. The spearman clenched his spear with both hands, and angrily threw the bent spear Stabbed at a climbing Norscan marauder, the sharp spear point pierced the face of the barbarian, turning his frantic and angry face into stunned and unbelievable, hot blood sprayed on the city wall, spattered Artyom said "Go to hell! Chaos bastard!"

The scarlet blood drove the spearman into a frenzy. He tried to pull out the spear, but the workmanship was really not very good. The spear broke completely after being bent, and he only got back half of the wooden handle , Artyom roared angrily, as if complaining about the poor workmanship of the spear, he immediately noticed that three more brass claws had been fixed nearby, and the Norscan marauders on it were fast Speed ​​climb up.

The young spearman had no spear, and was about to turn around and call for his comrades.

However, what appeared in front of his eyes was only the huge pit on the city wall around him that was bombarded by the chaos hell, and five or six groups of melted ashes. Half of a spearman's body was blown to pieces by the artillery fire, leaving only His upper body was covered with blood dripping from his intestines. He was struggling and breathing in great pain. His hand, which was scorched black by the cannon fodder of the hell cannon, pointed to a place, "Brother, my spear... is over there."

After speaking, the soldier's head fell down and never got up again.

Artyom only felt that his mouth was parched, he had no time to mourn the sacrifice of his compatriots, the spearman was mad and angry, he grabbed his spear, thrust the weapon into the masonry of the city wall, and smashed the masonry It tilted up, and all the barbarian warriors hanging on it with the two brass claws fell down.

This small section of the city wall is safe for the time being, the spearmen are panting heavily, and the reinforcements behind will arrive soon, a reserve team - pitifully small, only a dozen people, guards with spears and sword shields The army rushed over, ready to meet the next wave of offensive from the Chaos army.

Artyom subconsciously wanted to get a mouthful of clear water, but he had nothing now. The spearman tried to observe the situation, and he immediately found that four siege towers and a large battering ram pushed by the Chaos trolls were attacking Approaching the city wall at a very slow and determined speed, the movements of the Nurgle disciples were indeed not fast, but the scene they saw next was extremely desperate.

A cannonball hit the rotten and fragile siege tower, and the siege tower was immediately blasted with a big hole, crumbling, but then, the terrible Nurgle witch doctor - more than four meters tall, wearing a robe, holding The Chosen Champion of Nurgle, wielding the Staff of the Skull, needed only one spell, and a stream of thick, sticky green pus would flow out from the damaged part of the siege tower, sealing the gap and keeping the siege tower running quickly.

"For Erson, for Kislev, and for Katarin!"

Mrs. Kisler never backed down or gave in. The defenders were starving, lacking weapons and water, and under the personal command of Major General Korobkov, they formed a death squad. More than a dozen young men He personally led the grenade and explosive packs produced by the empire, swung them down from the city wall with ropes, and used his own life to detonate and destroy the mobile base under the siege tower. The four siege towers were five meters, five meters and seven meters away from the city wall And eight meters somewhere paralyzed.

"Wooah!" The Chaos army let out an angry roar! Especially Festus, the chosen champion of Nurgle, the good son of his loving father and the most beloved witch doctor of Nurgle, ordered the Chaos Warriors to step forward.

The two Chaos Giants continued to push the giant battering ram forward.

"Boom!" The giant battering ram hit the solid east gate of the fortress.

"Boom!" The iron chain tied behind the gate twisted.

"Boom!" After dozens of hits in a row, the guard's bed crossbow finally hit the Chaos Giant's heart in dozens of attempts, and the Chaos Giant fell down screaming with its hands on its chest. , crushing the battering ram, another Chaos giant retreated in fear, and was beheaded by Festus himself.

"Boom!" The battle on the city wall was still going on, the Kislev guards were desperately fighting for the last drop of blood, alone, hundreds of barbarian warriors jumped directly onto the city wall from the siege tower, and were repelled by the defenders !

A whole three teams of heavily armored Chaos Warriors climbed up the city wall along the siege ladder, but were still repelled!

In the end, more than a dozen Nurgle God-Chosen warriors climbed onto the city wall under the personal leadership of Nurgle Champion Apozul. As soon as they came up, they harvested the heads of hundreds of Mrs. Kisler. The Nurgle Champion once declared himself victory, and the determination to dedicate the fortress to Nurgle.

However, the descendants of the bear god never gave up, and the defenders used their last trump card, which was the holy object of Thor, the god of thunder among the three gods of the north. Thunderbolt scorched the flesh of Apozul, the champion of Nurgle, and a dozen of the Chosen Warriors, blasting them off the city wall.

But even Thor's lightning power couldn't completely kill the champions of Nurgle and the chosen warriors. They quickly got up. Not powerful enough to kill them.

The Chaos Hell Cannon bombarded all three towers of the fortress, and silenced the dozens of cannons and a small number of musketeers inside. The Chaos army tried to attack again, but Madam Keesler's iron will made them organize again. A wave of counterattack was launched, and the Chaos army was driven off the city wall again after paying more than 300 casualties!

The prolonged battle, malnutrition and lack of water supply made Artyom almost unable to stand upright. Only a few guards were left alive on the entire city wall. They threw the corpses of their compatriots from the city wall as heavy objects, Used as rolling stone wood.

In this way, Kislev's defenders actually repelled the attack of the Chaos army again!

After nearly ten hours of continuous fighting, Festus finally couldn't tolerate the clumsy defeat of his legion. The Nurgle's Chosen champion signaled the Nurgle's Chosen warriors to take out his secret weapon.

More than a dozen large clay pots of Nurgle were thrown into the ruined fortress by Nurgle God's Chosen warriors. Dark green clouds enveloped the entire fortress. At first, only a small number of defenders felt physically ill. Uncomfortable and coughing, but soon a group of people fell down. Those who succumbed to the cloud's evil infection found blobs of boils on their skin, blisters on their tongues, and jelly on their eyelids.

Artyom coughed in pain, and as he coughed, pieces of his lungs and large streams of blood spewed out from his mouth. The spearman stood up against the wall, and he found that the once solid stone wall was now become slimy.

The city walls melted, dripping brackish liquid and making acrid sounds.

"Boom!" Another Chaos Giant rushed over, and this time, the gate of the fortress finally collapsed.

"Retreat! Everyone! Withdraw...cough cough cough, retreat to the main castle!"

"retreat!"

Under the order of the major general, the remaining defenders with less than 500 people began to try to retreat, retreated into the fortress, and continued to resist.

Festus, the champion of Nurgle's Chosen, once thought they had taken the fort after breaking through the gate of the fortress.

But Mrs. Keesler was quick to tell the Yankees that you were so wrong.

The remaining 300 Kislev defenders were infected with the plague of Nurgle, lacked weapons and ammunition, lacked water and food, and had no reinforcements. They relied on fierce street and street battles. During the battle, he put up a tenacious resistance against Festus.

In every house, every building, every street, and every stronghold, Mrs. Kisler used her life to tenaciously block Festus and his army. Due to the narrow and crowded streets, Chaos' superiority in numbers and giant beasts The advantages could not be brought into play. Every hour, Mrs. Keesler had to repel 67 attacks from the Chaos army.

The defenders were already in despair, the fort was surrounded on all sides, and there was no messenger to pass the information to Prager, but the proud and stubborn Mrs. Kessler decided to continue fighting and keep fighting.

The battle to defend Vosglade Fortress lasted from 4:30 am on the first day to noon on the second day. This war far exceeded the five-hour plan expected by the Nurgle God's Chosen Champion to resolve the battle.

However, no matter how tenacious and resistant Kislev's defenders were, at twelve o'clock the next day, when the last Kislev soldiers coughed up blood and endured terrible illnesses, they used willpower to overcome the lack of water and When the hunger troubles gathered in an inconspicuous Ursun Church deep in the fortress, everyone realized that the last moment had come.

Private First Class Artyom... No, he is now Acting Colonel Artyom, the pikeman dying, and behind him, more than twenty sick and sick, last The defenders of Kislev are hiding in the Church of the Bear God, preparing for their last moment.

Not far away, on the street full of corpses and billowing plague clouds, countless warriors of Chaos marched side by side. burning.

The Plague Mastiffs are sniffing greedily, searching for any defenders alive.

All the corpses of Kislev's defenders will be collected, and the plague doctor Festus will use the flesh and blood of these corpses to make "Nurgle Soap".

The acting colonel, Artyom, was panting heavily. He coughed up blood continuously, and his mind was in a trance.

In the hallucination, he felt as if he had returned to his hometown, the beautiful birch forest, the snow was still falling, his and her names were engraved on the birch trees, the pigeons were still flying in the sky, and the village was always peaceful.

"Cough cough cough..." Artyom suddenly remembered something, and he reached out to touch his arms.

There lay its own glass bottle of vodka.

Don't miss the last bite.

Artyom reached out and took out the glass bottle, unscrewed the cap vigorously, and drank the last sip of vodka. His mouth was full of the smell of rust, but he still tasted the familiar taste.

The acting colonel leaned on the wall and stood up. Seeing him get up, all the soldiers tried their best to get up.

Crowds of Chaos Warriors approached, getting closer, and some Chaos Warriors had already noticed this dilapidated church.

The church rang out the last battle cry that belonged to Kislev. Under the leadership of Artyom, more than 20 soldiers, holding weapons, even stools, shovels, table corners and wooden sticks, staggered. , the Chaos army coming towards the north launched a final charge. .

"Ulla!"

"Ula la la la!!!"