Chapter 984, Brave Heart

PS: After playing the new version of the new version of the plague of the last days, the new profession Holy Grail Knight.

Markus Kruber (Captain Empire): Salzpire, I understand that there is a limit to human power!

Salzpire (Witch Hunter): Marcus, what the hell are you trying to say?

Marcus Kruber (drinks the water of the Holy Grail, raises the knight sword in his hand): I don't believe in Sigma anymore! For the lady! ! !

Salzpire: Kruber? How dare you? ! ...and I, I will obey your orders~

……… I am the text dividing line………

Guarding the back of the city gate is an imperial army of more than 1,000 people, including two musket battalions (more than half of which have been lost), a big sword battalion (only more than 100 people are left), and several halberd and sword shield companies , At this moment they were tightly united, gathered around the steam tank, ready to face the Chaos army ahead.

And their enemies are the Chaos war group led by two Chaos Champions, they are the Chaos Champion Swinger from Norsca - Son of the Sword and the Kurgan Aisawa, these two guys got their wish in ecstasy Under their leadership, the Chaos Warriors lined up in a tight formation, and pale mist spewed out from the horned helmet that covered the entire face with only one or two small holes, as if Like a call from hell, swarming, under the unstoppable pace, is the determination to dedicate Wolfenburg to the God of Darkness, and the sense of mission to dedicate endless glory to the God of Darkness.

"Array! Meet the enemy!" Viscount William roared, "Auster's Bull!"

"Sturdy as a rock!" The imperial army uttered the most determined voice.

The imperial halberd array greeted the violent attack of the Chaos army. The violent charge of the Yankees could not shake the solid line of the imperial army. It was like the sound of a storm hitting a rock, and each halberd pierced deeply into the disgusting flesh Or in the armor of the Chaos Warriors, the steam tank artillery roared, and the engineer poured all his anger into the steam cannon so that he could operate calmly. A roaring artillery smashed the plate armor of several Chaos Warriors, Their flesh exploded into pieces that disintegrated in the air.

In the first few minutes, the two Chaos battle groups that rushed in had already lost one-fifth of their strength, but the remaining Chaos troops continued to flow, and new enemies flooded into the city gate every minute and every second. Entering, the halberds and spears pierced through the bodies of the Chaos Warriors, and the people behind continued to advance, and the originally solid formation of the Imperial Army was deformed under twisting and oppression.

The battle lines began to waver.

"For Tal and the CTM empire!" A loud voice rushed from behind the imperial formation! Lord William held a two-handed sword in his hand,

His body turned into a siege hammer, rushing into the formation of the Chaos army, and a blue flame burned on his sword body, which was the power of judgment from the God of the Wilderness!

The armor of the Chaos Warriors shattered in front of Viscount William like a piece of paper. He was like a real warrior. No matter where he went, all the Chaos Warriors fell one after another in front of him, no matter how vicious or vicious they were. Barbarian berserkers, whether they are heavily armored Chaos warriors or powerful Chaos demons, Wilhelm von Zhukov, the champion of Oster, fear nothing!

"Son of Oster!" The brave man stood upright, and the first wave of Chaos army that came in was killed and retreated.

Viscount William roared at the shaken imperial army: "Darkness is coming, my fellow citizens, sons of Oster! The time to choose has come!"

"Fight, you may lose your life, run away, you can still survive!"

"Choose, sons of Oster, will you take up arms, and join us, with all the people of Oster, with me, William, and let us tell these bastards that you can kill us, you You can take our lives, you can destroy our cities and villages, but we will always resist you!" Viscount William raised his two-handed sword, his voice echoed in the deep night sky and countless torches : "Chaos, will never take away our freedom!"

"Freedom! Freedom! Freedom!!!" The Osters have guarded the northern border for the empire for three thousand years, but the blood in the chests of these men has never cooled down.

Three thousand years.

"The bull flag will always stand on this land!"

"Indigo Raiders! Forward!"

"For freedom! For empire!"

"For the Empire!!!" The barbarian warriors with blue paint on their faces collided with the Chaos Warriors, and a new round of killing began.

The melodious sound of the Oster bagpipes floated far, far away, so far away that even Motkin, the Chaos Eternal Chosen sitting in the camp outside the city, could hear it.

Tragic and desolate.

An ice-blue tear trickled down from the corner of Motkin's eye as he clutched his Hellfire sword tightly.

They are all good men, pure men, men of kind.

Why do we kill each other? Don't we live under the same sky?

It's time to end, everything will end here, this is the retribution the southerners deserve.

Motkin stood up, and he took his weapon.

Karghank was defeated, what a waste.

It's my turn to end this.

At the same time, both Alaros and Agrim Iron Fist were seriously injured, and Alaros was the most seriously injured. Even the Fountain of Life berry wine could not completely heal his knee crushed by Khorne. Healed, he is now a cripple, and both weapons are damaged. The gray team immediately abandoned their original position and rushed to support their leader, covering Alaros' retreat.

The butcher king's injuries were lighter. He summoned his butchers. More than half of the Grimnir Ax battle group had suffered casualties. Va - The Plaguechildren have led his warband of Nurgle to defeat a dervish force that tried to hold them back.

The last ascetic monk fell, torn to shreds, and in the middle of the street a terrible manticore fought with the champion of Nurgle. The two creatures of the same size had fought several times, and both sides were scarred. The lion's claws tore through Champion Nurgle's armor and nearly injured his spine, but the champion felt no pain at all. He swung his scythe and cut off the manticore's wings, causing the manticore to tremble , Betheva, the son of the plague, laughed loudly. He stepped on a dead ascetic monk, broke off his arm and the hand that was holding the flail until death, swung the flail, and hit the scorpion tail directly. Lion's head.

The flail smashed the manticore's head, and some kind of shelter was shattered. The manticore's size shrunk at an extremely fast speed and collapsed until it turned into a greasy and dirty amber mage. Opening his mouth weakly, the champion of Nurgle stretched out his hands to hold his face, pulled his head and his entire spine out of his body, and then stuck out his tongue full of pus Licking the warm and bloody minced meat stuck to the bone: "I declare, Boseva, I have won."

All the Imperial soldiers in the surrounding blocks were dead, and none could stop the Champion of Nurgle and his warband from advancing behind the gatekeepers until a rain of arrows pierced the Champion of Nurgle, rotting and festering, Belly with exposed intestines.

"We're still here." Alaros limped and put down the big bow in his hand.

"Humanity is over, elf boy, now it's our turn!" The Butcher King gripped his Dago's ax tightly.

A new battle begins on the streets!

The flanking battlefield bought time for the battle at the gate of the city and protected Viscount William from the enemy. However, as wave after wave, the endless Chaos army entered the city, the imperial army was constantly retreating, and the steam tank prototype was unyielding The number fired one after another, blowing rows of Chaos Warriors to pieces, but as soon as one Yankee fell, seven or eight Yankees followed.

The steam boiler was overloaded, and there was a danger of explosion at any time. The halberd array was smashed through, and rows of imperial soldiers were piled up like hills. The originally tight front line was now in disarray. Those who fought back suffered heavy losses, repelling wave upon wave of Chaos, but each encounter dwindled the number of these venerable warriors.

The Indigo Raider's shield was shattered by the Chaos Warrior's two-handed axe, and he was hit in the face by the Chaos Warrior's elbow, breaking the bridge of his nose, and then the battle ax sliced ​​off half of his head.

Oster led the musketeers to shoot down a Chaos warrior, and two barbarian berserkers jumped out, four battle axes slashed at his body, bloody streaks appeared, until he couldn't stand up anymore.

Viscount William is still fighting, and he is still fighting hard. There are fewer and fewer soldiers around him, from a legion, to a battalion, and then to a company. Axes shattered, heavy swords pierced breastplates, and the Osters fought against Chaos with their lives until they were completely surrounded.

The roar of the giant dragon resounded through the sky, and the Chaos Demon Dragon Strescu-The Great came to the battlefield. It sprayed black and red dragon breath towards the steam tank, and the Indomitable launched a resolute counterattack towards the Chaos Demon Dragon. The steam cannon blasted off the dragon scales on the Chaos Dragon's body surface, blasting a gap.

However, the steam tank is already in trouble. The high temperature puts the prototype on the verge of explosion at any time. There are less than 30 great swordsmen guarding it. Each of them is exhausted. Hundreds of Chaos warriors and barbarians The warriors surrounded it, and various weapons were already striking the armor on its surface, making clanking noises.

The chaos dragon was angry and its perfect dragon scale was blown open. It swung its tail and swept to the surface of the steam tank. The Indomitable was tilted sideways by this sweep. Temporarily lifted off the ground, the engineers were dazed from the collision, but also thought that the tank would soon return to its original position.

He was wrong, terribly wrong, and at that moment, Chaos Warlock Manninggood - the Roach Bully rushed over, and the guy, frantically and mischievously, stuffed himself directly into the bottom of the steam tank!

"Kurgan Rising Dragon Ba!"

The heavy tank crushed the Chaos Warlock's body and exploded the tumor on his back, and large streams of scalding rotting bile splashed onto the steam boiler!

The temperature has exceeded the threshold!

The Indomitable, one of the original steam tank prototypes, had a big explosion on the spot, and the steam tank fell apart in this explosion! Fragments of steel and machinery flew all over the sky, and all the engineers in the tank were killed on the spot, while the great swordsmen, musketeers, and Chaos army gathered near the tank were all killed and injured in the explosion!

Viscount William was also blown out. He was blown unconscious and fell not far away.

The resistance gradually disappeared, without the help of the tanks, the blood of the imperial soldiers stained the entire street near the city gate.

Imperial soldiers were crushed to the ground one by one, and the Chaos Warriors stabbed their chests with swords in both hands.

The blood of the Osters stained this land, the place for which they gave everything.

A head flew past Viscount William's eyes. It was the head of the last Indigo Assaulter. This head scraped the ground and rolled far, far away. It was inconspicuous and disappeared in the sea of ​​corpses and blood. At the end of the line of sight.

The 3,000-year history of this legendary army also came to an end today.

Just below the burning walls of Ursus, the Indigo Raiders were all slain.

Of all the imperial defenders in this section of the defense zone, there is only one person left.

Viscount William clenched his two-handed sword and tried to stand up. Now he is fighting alone. After cutting down two Chaos Warriors again, the Chaos Champion who appeared from behind gave Viscount William a fatal blow. Opened his plate armor and cut him down to the ground.

Viscount William was gasping for breath. When he stretched out his hand to try to hold the hilt of the sword, a heavy iron boot stepped on his chest. Chaos Champion Swinger, the Son of the Sword, said condescendingly to him: "It's time to repent now." If you have time, kiss the holy emblem of the true God, and you will be redeemed..."

"Zheng~" The two-handed sword pierced the head of Swinger, the son of the sword, from the bottom to the top at an incredible angle.

The Chaos Champion fell to the ground slowly, but Viscount William couldn't stand up anymore. He was surrounded by hundreds of Chaos Warriors, as well as the Chaos God's Chosen Warriors and Chaos Champions who joined later.

The last survivor was surrounded, a sword of Chaos piercing his breastplate and driving deep into his heart.

Viscount William smiled, and he said the last words of his life.

"free!!!"

The great sword rose high into the sky, turned around a few times, and fell to the ground. The edge of the sword pierced into the ground. On both sides of the great sword, the iron boots of countless Chaos troops trampled past.

So brave and so tenacious, the Oster people still cannot avoid the fate of destruction.

Gradually, the defenders were defeated, fell, and were massacred, and the resistance became weaker and weaker, until the bull banner was thrown in the mud and trampled, and the chaos eight-pointed star banner was erected all over the city.

The long night is coming to an end, and the morning light is faint.

Alaros and Agrim struggled to kill the fifth Chaos warband that had crossed the city wall. Both of them were extremely exhausted. fifty people.

What is even more desperate is that news of defeat is everywhere.

"The city gate of Yubus has fallen!"

"The gate of Volfara has fallen!"

"The gate of Leinster has fallen!"

"The city has fallen!"

"The enemy is attacking!"

"Retreat! Retreat! Everyone, all retreat to Bull Castle! Retreat!!!"

The city of Wolfenburg had already fallen, and the army of chaos swarmed into the city from three directions. All the buildings were set on fire, all the living people were killed, and everything was reduced to ashes.

Oleg von Zhukov led the bull riders to rush back and forth within the ruins of the city. The bull riders fully supported Oleg's rescue attempt. The Oster black guard followed closely behind the bull riders. They are trying to save as many soldiers as possible in order to prepare for the upcoming defense of Bull Fort.

However, a Chaos Lord riding a Chaos Steel Bull stopped in front of him, and behind him was his personal guard, the Crimson Reaper Legion.

"Oleg von Zhukov! Finally." Motkin looked at the young baron. He had crossed half the world. The power Tzeentch gave him told him that the person in front of him was Oleg von Zhukov. Zhukov.

The black iron battle ax was swung down, and more than a dozen broken limbs and arms of the black guards flew into the sky.

Motkin could faintly hear the sound of a powerful horn coming from the south, as if human reinforcements had arrived.

But none of that matters anymore.

At least for now, he can finally stop chasing fate.

"Let's fight! My enemy!"

"Motkin! You will pay for what you have done!" Oleg quickly realized everything, and the baron roared madly: "I will kill you and pay homage to all the dead compatriots!"

In this way, before Bull Fort, the two armies collided.

When enemies meet, they are extremely jealous.

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