Chapter 924, Increase the Intensity

Norsca's cavalry charge is different from Brittania's cavalry charge. These barbarians have always been disorderly, especially in the cavalry charge.

Khorne Champion Phlegnus wears a huge blood-red helmet with the eight-pillar emblem of Khorne on his head, and his whole body is covered with bright red armor bestowed by the blood god. He rides a Chaos steed, which breathes Burning brimstone, Phlegnus held a blood sword in one hand and a Khorne battle ax in the other. When he saw that the charge of the Britannian knights had begun to rout, this The champion of Khorne is almost too frantic and excited to contain himself!

"Little ones! Faithful believers of Inugami! Now, now, the time has come!!!" Phlegnus screamed as if he was frantically riding on a horse and swinging his big sword and battle ax back and forth , the sound was as hot and stimulating as hell lava: "The cowardly southerners are defeated! The weak southerners are dead, they are dead!!!"

"Followers from the dark winter, servants, soldiers, obey the call of the blood god Khorne, obey my orders, follow me, and charge!" The Khorne champion signaled his followers to blow the horn: "Charge! Charge! For the sake of Khorne, sacrifice blood to the blood god, and sacrifice the cranium!!!”

"Beep~~beep~" The horn of the Khorne champion was sounded, almost all the barbarians could feel the bloodthirsty killing intent, especially the closest riders, more than a thousand Norse cavalry followed The footsteps of Khorne champion Phlegnus charged towards the Britannians, followed by nearly 2,000 riders

Iron hoofs trampled the farmland, battle axes harvested heads, and spears drank blood. The large group of Norsca cavalry, with their dreams and the desire to be rewarded by the King of Skulls, charged to fight against Britannia's cavalry. It was quite different, but like a group of hunting wolves, chaotic and chaotic, scrambling to be the first, the cavalry crossed the plain outside the city at an extremely fast speed, and rushed directly towards the location of the Britannia Central Army!

"Hehehehehahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!" This kind of bloody scene made the believers of Khorne laugh heartily, this is their favorite: "Don't show mercy, kill these cowards!"

"Fire! Fire!!!" The Britannian artillerymen seized the most precious time. Under the order of engineer Thomas, they aimed at the charging barbarian cavalry. Dozens of rocket launchers rose to the sky, followed by cannons. Fire with the mortar.

The all-round coverage and damage of the rockets fell like raindrops on the densely packed charge formation of the barbarian cavalry. The stimulation of serial explosions, flames, and sounds stimulated the somewhat unaccustomed Norscan horses. With the power of the cannons and mortars bombarded later, more than 300 Norsca riders were wiped out and routed this time!

"Damn it! Who told Phlegnus to attack!" Tzeentch's chosen Ejik-the labyrinth guard leaned on the wall and angrily signaled his "Beast of the Tribe" champion warrior brigade to order the cavalry to withdraw: "A group of people who only know A fool who messes around, he will ruin all our previous efforts!"

The beast of the tribe also immediately blew the horn to withdraw troops. The infantry heard the horn and continued to retreat, but just like before, the Norscans, especially the large group of cavalry led by the champion of Khorne, didn't hear it at all. Hear it as if you didn't hear it!

Those who believe in Tzeentch are cowards and cowards! I know the garbage behind the conspiracy all day long!

Those who believe in Khorne are all brain-dead and Shenjingbing! A mentally handicapped man who knows how to fight and bleed all day long!

"Hahahahaha!" Khorne Champion Flegnus enjoyed this scene immensely. He happily watched the riders around him being blasted to pieces by rockets, cannons, and mortars, and the tragic scene of blood splattering everywhere. Feeling the smell of blood oxidizing in the air, hearing the neighing of horses and the cries of fellow Norscans, the Khorne champion laughed loudly: "Hahahahaha! That's it, that's it, blood sacrifice to the blood god!"

"Come on! Kill! For Khorne!"

"My countrymen,

Are you following me? "

"Yes, Champion of the Blood God!"

"Ahahahaha!"

A large group of Norscan cavalry charged against the gunfire. They stepped over a shallow ravine. The Khorne champion shouted triumphantly. Flegnus looked forward through the smoke and flying dust.

The Khorne champion's smile faded from his face.

What appeared in front of the Norscans were several hollow square formations!

With the extremely dense halberd array and the line of muskets behind the halberd array, the Bretons are already ready to face the enemy's cavalry!

"Get ready!" The two large hollow phalanxes of the Coldstream Guards and the Connect Highlands Guards led by Lord Philip Mountbatten are at the front. The local nobleman of Musillon showed a cruel smile. Draw out the knight sword: "Fire!"

"Fire!"

A whole row of white smoke from musket salvos rose into the sky, followed by a rain of arrows from hundreds of crossbow bolts. The light reflected on the halberd, even the fierce Norscan horses did not want to charge into this formation. The horses subconsciously rushed in two directions, trying to avoid the hollow phalanx of the Bretons.

"Spread out! Outflank them!" The Khorne champion was inadvertently hit by the dense musket volley and crossbow attack. His shoulder and wrist were shot by bullets and crossbow arrows successively. His personal guards and followers Due to the charge ahead, the loss was even greater. Only five of the original elite riders of more than 30 people were still on the horses. Huang Chengcheng's bullets were pulled out of the hole: "Spread out! Divide into two lanes and outflank them from behind!"

The Norse cavalry suffered huge losses. They left hundreds of corpses and tried to spread out in two ways, but when they passed these two large hollow squares, there were three new hollow squares behind them. and infantry lines from the duchies of Palaon and Montfort!

"Scatter, scatter! Don't rush towards those crowded enemies!" The Khorne champion shouted, his anger could almost kill these southerners with no sense of honor through his eyes: "Bastards! You are so mortal! The most despicable, most rubbish existence, cowards, all cowards, have the ability to come out and confront us, don't play such a disgusting trick, you don't deserve it, you wait, I will chop off all your heads and dedicate them to Khorne!"

"I think he's drunk too much." Lord Philip Mountbatten signaled the Coldstream Guards to stand firm, and he said to Lieutenant General Oudinot.

"He's hinting to increase the intensity." Udino also smiled coldly: "Cold Creek Guards! Listen to my order and prepare to throw bombs!"

"Yes!" A few grenadiers were ready to step forward.

The Norse cavalry couldn't find a suitable enemy to charge at all. There were dense spears or halberd lines of the enemy's hollow phalanx everywhere. There are less than 1,500 cavalry left.

The military song sounded in the Nanke hollow square.

"Some people talk about Cariod, some people talk about Landuin~"

"Or someone as famous as Jules and Taylor Buddha~"

"But there are still ordinary people who are as great as them in the world~"

"That's column, column, column, column, column of Breton Grenadiers~"

The champion of Khorne gathered a centurion to try to storm the hollow phalanx of the Coldstream Guards, but dozens of grenades oncoming blew up the centurion that had managed to gather. His chest and face were all wounded by the grenade, and his horse was killed on the spot. The Khorne champion was forced to find an ownerless Norscan horse among the chaos and retreat in another direction.

"Toot! Toot!" The Norscan cavalry had nothing to do with the hollow phalanx, but at this moment, a scene that made things worse appeared.

Hundreds of cavalry from the Ugol Legion led by Beria and Meretskov joined the battlefield. They used bows and arrows, muskets, and scimitars to massacre the Norscans whose morale had plummeted and could no longer fight.

After a series of costume changes, the Ugol Legion has now put on the breastplate and put on sophisticated equipment. This group of soldiers from Kislev received encouragement and generous treatment from Ryan. The half-red and half-white striped military flag was handed over to them as the flag of the Ugol Legion. Now, this group of Kislevs are in high spirits, not to mention that the Norscans are also their blood feuds and old rivals.

Charged by the cavalry of the Ugol brigade from the side, the Norscan cavalry, which had suffered huge casualties and had a low fighting spirit, immediately began to rout. On this day, the Ugol people were destined to enjoy the victory and witness the fiasco of the barbarians. They have been at war with the barbarians for more than three thousand years, and neither side needs any mercy.

"Kill them all! Kill every barbarian you see!" Beria charged forward, and the leader of the Ugol army swung his scimitar, and a Norsca's head flew into the sky with one knife, and the blood flowed from the headless Half a meter high was sprayed from the corpse.

In the end, the Norscan cavalry were almost slaughtered. The panicked Norscans were helpless against the hollow phalanx and suffered side attacks, and almost all died in the process of fleeing.

The Khorne champion Phlegnus couldn't accept this scene. He howled and tried to gather the army, but even the will of the blood god Khorne could not regroup the Norscans. The barbarians only had to flee for their lives.

Phlegnus was angry and powerless. He immediately found that the Ugol army was rushing towards him. The champion of Khorne was not surprised but pleased. He immediately and subconsciously resorted to the oldest and most classic method, North The Kaman rushed towards the Ugor cavalry alone, stopped at a certain distance, then raised his weapon and pointed it at Beria, who was obviously the commander, and slapped his chest with his fist.

He called for a championship matchup.

"..." Beria looked at this scene with a cold face, and he couldn't help but sneer. The commander of the Ugor Army gestured towards the cavalry behind him, and then stretched out his hand, which seemed to be holding white gloves.

"That's right, that's it!" The Champion of Khorne slapped his weapon vigorously, indicating that Beria could come out.

However, what he waited for were dozens of black muzzles.

More than 30 Ugol horse archers, including Beria himself, took out the short-fired guns loaded with ammunition from under the saddle!

"Fire!" Beria ordered coldly, and more than thirty short-fired guns fired at Phlegnus at a distance of less than 20 meters. The Khorne champion was shot more than a dozen times on the spot. He fell off the horse, and was immediately hacked into meat paste by the Ugol people who were greedy for military exploits.

"Crazy, I'm not the Holy Grail Knight, who will fight against your champion." Beria glanced at the dead body of the champion of Khorne, shrugged: "Let's continue!"

In the end, less than 200 of the more than 3,000 Norscan cavalry escaped, while the Bretons only paid about 200 casualties.

At the same time, in the midst of the defeated Britannian Ranger Knights, visions suddenly appeared, the wind was strong, and a very ancient and sacred energy was released in the air. Green and green light suddenly appeared, and in the ivy Among the flying leaves, under the sky of the kingdom of knights, a legendary hero appeared in light and shadow. He rode an alien beast with a body of steaming smoke. Under the all-green kite helmet, was A shadow spewing green mist and a pair of cold eyes emitting green light.

The ancient hero raised the blade of pain in his hand, and there was a green light on the plain: "Son of Brittania! Come to me!"

"It's Your Highness the Green Knight!"

"His Highness the Green Knight has come to support us!"

"The lady has not forgotten her people!"

"Long live Brittany!"

The morale of the ranger knights who were being defeated was greatly boosted. They stopped the rout and rushed towards the surroundings of the green knight, trying to regroup. It didn't take a few minutes. Under the encouragement of the green knight, the momentum of the rout disappeared, and they recovered. Morale, ready to turn around and fight the damned Norscans.

Similarly, Ulfric, who was engaged in an epic duel with Kharad, saw a terrible scene in the corner of his eye in the middle of the duel.

Just at the southern end of the horizon, a huge red and blue background, holding a holy grail and a sharp sword in the middle of the golden lion heraldry banner is rising from the horizon. With the appearance of the banner, there is a knight brigade like a torrent of steel , and a row of holy grail knights and lake god prophets at the forefront of the brigade.

Ulfric suddenly felt a chill all over his body, and his heart was cold, and his heart was soaring.

"That is?!"

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