Chapter 981, I Crossed Half the World Just to Find You

The departure of Leman Russ was a fatal blow to the people of Oster.

The proud Ruth was never willing to explain why he left. After he left, rumors spread in the city.

Lord Wolf ran away like a coward!

Lord Wolf has abandoned us!

The gods have given up on the Osters, we have no tomorrow.

The world is doomed, and we are doomed.

Oleg had to send people to emphasize again and again that his wolf mentor had gone out to find reinforcements, but the panic among the crowd was very difficult to dispel. Teams of security teams patrolled the city, constantly releasing new news. Elite troops encourage citizens to fight bravely.

Despite the low morale, despite the difficulties, and despite fighting alone, the Osters still maintained their last stubbornness. Now every adult male has been arranged to enter the newly formed infantry regiment, ready to fight against the approaching Chaos army fight.

This courage is admirable. Now these new infantry regiments in the city have started training. They are required to raise their weapons to form a gun formation, or line up to walk from one side to the other. The nobles of Ostland These soldiers were asked to learn some basic combat skills in a short period of time.

For example, archers and crossbowmen must understand the meanings of "volley" and "free fire", for example, spearmen must understand the two commands "array" and "advance".

This is what these temporary conscripts must learn, as consumables are their only value.

The soldiers' slogans and the officers' yelling woke up Alaros from his sleep, and the wood elf hero shuddered. He had just dreamed that he saw Lilith, and he woke up from the dream.

Having a headache, Alaros cursed again. The brave man knew that he couldn't get angry at the imperials—the imperials were about to die. These Osters are not even afraid of death. Are you afraid that you, Alaros, will threaten you with force? them?

After washing his face with clean water, he tidied up his hair, and then ate the exquisite dry food of the elves, paired with a little wood elf fruit wine, and Alaros began to patrol his defense zone.

It is already the morning of the third day. If the prediction is correct, the Chaos army will arrive at the earliest afternoon and the slowest night. This makes Alaros feel anxious, as if a big hand is holding his heart tightly. And desperate.

After losing the mist of deceit, it was impossible for Alaros to retreat completely.

The Wood Elf hero forced himself to focus all his attention on defending the city. His personal guard, the Greycoats, was still as elegant and powerful as he had imagined. These best warriors from Athel Loren were nearby Patrol, they swore to follow Alaros till death.

The situation on the other side was not so good. Alaros noticed that an entire infantry phalanx was practicing in the open space near the city wall. It was a newly formed halberd regiment with about 500 people. Under the eyes, this group of people marched to the beat of the drums and the prayers of the battle priests. Their ranks looked disorganized, and the conscripts marched in huddles with tattered and improvised scrap metal, just like Alaros said Well, the vast majority of people are too old, or too young, their only function is to resist the offensive of chaos as flesh and blood, the real militiamen and veterans who have received basic military training in their prime have all Was transferred into the main team.

The supply has also been reduced. Wolfenburg originally had a lot of food reserves, but no matter how rich it is, it is not enough for 380,000 people to eat horse chews every day. Why didn’t Wolfenburg fully mobilize all adults before? train? It is because military training will greatly increase food consumption.

"Pfft~" After watching for a few minutes, Alaros couldn't help laughing. Apparently, there was an old man whose eyes were blackened because of such "high-intensity" training. The wood elf hero suspected that the last time this guy slept and ate It's been a long time ago - he fell headlong from the queue, and under his influence, the old people and children in the queue fell like dominoes, which was better than their previous lame forward queue and funny It's a lot more interesting to move forward with the Halberd Group.

"At least they are able to persevere, much better than pointy ears." Alaros smiled for a while, and there was a slightly awkward voice at his feet, and the butcher king Agrim-Iron Fist seemed to be trying to find a way to praise this group of people. Human words, which are really difficult for dwarves: "Well, very tenacious."

"Our only advantage is the large number of people, but this large number of people is only for you and me. For the Chaos army, it can't change the situation that the opponent's number is far greater than ours." Alaros looked down at the man standing beside him. Butcher King: "They are too tired and hungry. This kind of army can't last long. Instead of forcing high-intensity training at this time, it is better to let these people rest well and recover more physical strength. It is the correct decision."

"Hey, I knew that pointy ears are always so weak." The Butcher King snorted a few times, apparently indifferent to Alaros's attitude: "You know, we are all tired, maybe you need some of this to refresh yourself." Refreshing."

After finishing speaking, the Butcher King handed a bottle of clay pot to Alaros. Alaros took the small pot and opened the seal. There was a rich milk fragrance: "What is this?"

"Moslyan."

"Moslian?"

"Moslian, the secret of Longevity Village, the yogurt given to us dwarves by Elector Hertwig can be stored for 120 days without going bad." Butcher King laughed straight: "It is said that drinking it can lead to longevity, longevity A hundred years old... I think this is cursing me and you too, elf boy, I am already over a hundred years old."

"I'm three times your age, short-lived ghost." Alaros didn't think too much, the wood elf took a sip after smelling it, it was not bad, it tasted sour and sweet.

The dwarf butchers' battle group, Grimnir's Axes, has been assembled, and the gray team has also been assembled. Alaros and the butcher king are arranged at the east gate of the city-as they wish, to face the most powerful Where the great enemy attacks.

Climbing along the stone steps to the city wall, the eastern gate of Wolfen has been built and continuously strengthened and expanded for hundreds of years. The city wall is about 30 meters high, and it is full of cannons, mortars and ballistas. It is the gate of Ubus, and the city wall is called the Wall of Ursus. Besides the twenty or thirty firing positions, there are also very strong but dilapidated wall stacks. The wood elves looked at the stretches of shooting holes with satisfaction. , which allows them to maximize the advantage of ranged attacks.

"This is where we want to defend." Alaros inspected the city wall, and the wood elf hero complained: "Don't the Oster people know how to spend money to repair the city wall a little? Many places have been in disrepair for a long time."

"Ost people are famous for their stubbornness." Agrim Iron Fist was furious. He found that his face was blocked by the battlements of the city wall and he couldn't see the outside scenery. Only his orange Mohawk hair was slightly higher than the city wall. cm, the Butcher King complained: "The stupidity of the Oster people is well known among the dwarves. There is a famous joke among the dwarves that the Oster people only put one stone in stone soup, because good stones are always hard to find. Hahahaha~"

What a cold joke! Alaros felt extremely embarrassed after hearing this.

"It's always been like this. The Ost people have fought against Mrs. Kisler for hundreds of years, just for some rotten land that can't be planted and lived in. It took the imperial people a hundred or two hundred years to understand what kind of land Kisler was. The place has no occupational value, and no one can live there except Mrs. Kisler, but the Ost people have persisted in launching a war for hundreds of years, and it was not until the Great Jihad that the two sides reconciled." Butcher King didn't seem to feel his joke Embarrassed, he continued: "The dwarves began to equip gunpowder weapons on a large scale more than a thousand years ago, but do you know when the Osters began to equip gunpowder weapons in an all-round way? It was more than 20 years ago. - After Zhukov inherited the position of elector of the extinct Oswald family as the Grand Master of the Bull Knights, Oster began to gradually accept firearms."

"My people will be placed on the city wall." Alaros was not interested in these things, and he was half coping. After listening to the butcher king, the wood elf hero pointed to the city wall: "As for your people, I suggest that you all stay in the city wall." Behind the walls."

"Why? Elf boy?" said the Butcher King displeased. "The brave dwarves should lead the charge!"

"The butcher's chaotic ability will disrupt the formation of the archers defending the city wall and the formation of the halberd formation." Alaros and Agrim moved along the city wall: "Before the enemy approaches, we need to release arrows, and then follow the enemy's The approach of siege towers and siege ladders, defenders will use flamethrowers, scalding hot oil and falling rocks to attack the enemy."

"It's our turn later?" The Butcher King understood.

Alaros nodded: "Yes, you know that it is difficult for us to defend the outer city, so once the enemy breaks through the line of defense, anywhere, we need your butcher regiment to quickly join the battlefield, plug the gap, and prepare for the retreat or reorganization of the army. To gain time."

The Butcher King himself is a very good general, and he also knows that the dwarf butcher is often too passionate and brave to disrupt the originally strong front, so he reluctantly agrees with Alaros: "Charlemagne's empire used to be stronger than the one on the Eternal Peak. There is even more snow in the army, but now I can't imagine that they are so weak, Granny, can the walls be full of people?"

Alaros remained silent, his thoughts had shifted to how to strengthen the defense.

"Your Excellency Agrim, Your Excellency Alaros! Your Excellency the Elector asked me to lead the oldest and bravest purebred Oster men to assist you!" An imperial nobleman strode up to them: "I It's Wilhelm, Viscount Wilhelm von Zhukov, General of the Empire, Chief of the Guard at the Jubus Gate, and I and my Indigo Raiders are ready!"

This is a group of middle-aged Osters. Most of them wear brown braids or long hair, paint their faces with indigo paint, hold a spear or a tomahawk in one hand, and a shield in the other. Most of them wear breastplates and squares. Check skirts, wearing leggings, there are about two or three hundred people. Obviously these Osters are not regular soldiers, but most of them should have served in the army or fought as a militia. In this dark age, Wildness and madness are both rare powers.

The engineers of Oster finally successfully activated the four- to five-hundred-year-old antique—the Indomitable, one of the steam tank prototypes belonging to Osterland. Now this terrible war machine has been placed at the city gate Behind it, it is surrounded by a battalion of great swords and two battalions of musketeers. Two teams of pistol cavalry are hidden in the street as a quick reaction force. Throw into battle when in danger of falling.

Everyone knows that Chaos will take no prisoners, and everyone knows that failure has no escape.

With their brains trembling, their palms clenched with sweat, the refugees gradually evacuated into the mines and shelters built by the dwarves in the central mountain range behind the Bull Fortress. All defenses are ready, Oleg von- Baron Zhukov led a group of bull knights as a mobile force in the city, while Elector Vamer von Zhukov led the Oster Black Guard Legion in Bullburg to take a look at the overall situation.

No matter how people prayed for the blessings of the gods of the old world, no matter how people prayed for reinforcements to arrive as soon as possible, the sky gradually began to dim, and the hourglass of time continued to pass.

A long night is coming.

The dark army of chaos began to appear at the end of everyone's sight. They could feel the footsteps of the boots coming one after another. A long time ago, they had seen a large number of neatly arranged torches spreading around. They heard the whispers of the evil gods and the chaotic champions. Shouting, deafening wanton clamor at every moment, the chaotic drumbeats of the Yankee war drums were sounded frantically, like the death knell of the end of the Oster people.

More and more barbarian tribes and Chaos warbands advanced into their positions, and in the middle of the queue there were also large groups of monster warbands and behemoth units. Chaos warriors and Chaos chosen warriors appeared in the dark torrent Lost their stature, as well as the small number of Beastman troops who arrived with the Chaos army.

"There are so many enemies, I swear this is the most Chaos army I have ever seen, much more than the battle between me and Mogul that time." Alaros took off the big green leaf bow behind him, and he gestured to Ash The clothing team stood firm, and the human defenders were already trembling before this terrifying situation.

"The city walls of the Ost people are outdated by the times. Elector Vamir should really change it!" A poke of orange hair was exposed on the battlements, and the butcher king was so angry that he simply called two dwarf butchers to use his hands. Lifting his two legs, he saw the chaos army: "What a glorious moment, with so many chaos troops, it seems that many compatriots can demand enough glory to be relieved today."

"..." Before Alaros could reply, a thousand war horns sounded around Wolfenburg, and the will of the evil god seemed to turn into thunder and roar from the side of a huge wind column amidst the sound of the horns. Under it, it seethed and reunited, and the eternal eruption rolled with a loud noise that could tear mortals apart.

The Eternal Chosen of Chaos, Black Iron Motkin, accompanied by his bodyguard, the Crimson Reaper, and his strategist Tzeentch, Hal-Eternal Eye, rode out of the army formation on a Chaos Steel Bull. His mouth Spit out a devilish echo.

"Oleg von Zhukov! Get out of the city and surrender to me immediately! Otherwise I will wipe out your city and all the soldiers will be killed. I swear you and your people will suffer horribly. An epic massacre will be dedicated to the Blood God here, and all survivors will face death!"

The Chaos army temporarily stopped outside, and Motkin sat on the Chaos Steel Bull that Khorne had given him, waiting for the reply from the Osters.

At this moment, the cunning gene brought about by the Moka trial made Oleg von Zhukov realize that there is still room for improvement, even though he hated the disaster that Motkin brought to Ostland and even the entire empire , but Oleg shot a letter out of the city.

Motkin took the letter, and he couldn't help sneering after reading the contents of the letter.

Oleg von Zhukov asked for a day to think about it and demanded an immediate retreat if he surrendered to Motkin.

This is a tactic to delay the attack, and Motkin can tell at a glance that the Oster people just want to delay time.

But it also played into Motkin's arms.

It will take some time for the hell cannons of the chaos army to reach the front line, and the chaos dwarf craftsmen will also need time to make siege ladders, and the chaos warlocks and wizards will need some time to perform large-scale rituals to strengthen the chaos demons and chaos warriors.

"You have one day to decide your destiny!" Motkin gave a formal reply.

I crossed half the world just to complete my revenge, not less than a day.

In this way, Motkin waited quietly in the camp for a day.

Sure enough, he got a refusal answer.

Well, the revenge begins.

Among the thousands of armies, Eternal God's Chosen held up the black iron battle axe, flames erupted from his body and wrapped the ax blade, the chaos army poured out from the camp, and the flames from the chaos hell cannon enveloped the entire sky.

"Forward! Destroy the city of the Nangao! Destroy everything!"

"For chaos, for revenge, for Black Iron-Motkin!"

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