Chapter 1267, The Emperor's Decision

Latest URL: When Karl Franz arrived at Hefffungen, he had little time to organize defenses and build new fortifications. The scouts told him that the Chaos army would arrive early the next morning.

The emperor raised his head and found that it was already afternoon. The town of Hefffungen was not strong, the walls were only two or three people high, and there were many damages. The Ostermarks here had died a few months ago. After running out, the emperor decided to set up his headquarters here, but the army could not fight in the city, they would line up outside the city.

The emperor shrewdly chose his main front in front of a swamp, which would greatly limit the rapid advance of the Chaos army's charging Chaos knights, and the enemy would be bombarded by cannons when they approached the front line of the empire.

In the early morning of the next day, the sky began to rain heavily, gray, and the earth stretched towards the iron-gray horizon. set off.

The army on the left, that is, the west wing, was commanded by Marius Leitdorf, the mad count who led the four elites led by Ivy:

Knights of the Golden Fleece.

Black Bear Knights.

Bull Knights.

Duke Ivan of the Griffin has two brigades of half-griffin knights, which is close to two-thirds of the Griffin Knights.

In addition, Marius also has eighteen full-staffed imperial legions, composed of Nords, Middens, and Osters. These soldiers are brave, fierce and desperate, and most of them are related to Chaos. They may not be disciplined, but their attack power and being a commando are absolutely no problem.

The commander-in-chief of the right wing, that is, the east wing, is not Woten. As the champion of Charlemagne, Woten's command ability is good enough but he still lacks experience. Lutherhus, as Woten's mentor, really dare not Compliments, therefore the command of the West is the General of Talabek, Count Derio-Meck, a military nobleman of noble blood and glorious tradition, under the Elector Helmut Felba of Talabek After Ha disappeared, Meck had always hoped to inherit the position of elector. He repeatedly expressed to Karl Franz privately the loyalty and ability he could offer.

The emperor knew Earl Meck's ability very well, and he thought that if he could win this battle, it might be all right.

There are also many elites in the right-wing army, but most of them are motley troops composed of provincial troops. Most of them only have the simplest sword shield, spear and a breastplate, and lack artillery. A total of 30 imperial legions are in the Earl Meck's subordinates listened.

If anyone in the right-wing army can decide the situation,

Then there is no doubt that it is Woten and his Charlemagne army. This army is composed of an astonishing number of ascetic fanatics. A team of as many as two to three thousand fanatics is not only a very terrifying fighting force, but also may cause the entire battle situation to be destroyed. Bring about a huge disaster - the brainless pigs of the ascetic monks are likely to achieve unexpected results, but they may also break the front line. The empire can only rely on the strong gun array and shield array to deal with the tide of destruction on the opposite side.

Astonishingly, the morale of the imperial army is unprecedentedly high, and everyone knows what will happen to them if they lose this battle. Emperor Karl Franz is proud to see that his army still maintains amazing fighting strength .

In fact, the emperor could have appointed Helberg or someone else to command the battle of Hoffungen, but Karl Franz was very serious. He decided that the responsibility belonged to him. He is the emperor of the empire. Ten's performance, more and more soldiers are discussing the possibility of Voten commanding the entire army, which will undoubtedly lead to the division of the empire-Karl Franz will not allow this to happen, there is nothing worse than fighting There are better ways to regain his stature by winning great victories.

The Chinese army is the emperor's main line, and it is also the key to this war. The armies of Brunswick, Rick, Nuer, and Wessen form the core backbone of the Chinese army. The most elite are here, a little bit Know their great names:

Rick's guards have six brigades (more than 300 people)

Rick Guard Inner Ring Knight (20 players)

Brunswick Honor Guard.

Grand Army of the Franz Guards.

Griffin Great Sword Group.

The Legion of Noor's Meritorious Hammers.

Hawke's long-barreled firearms regiment.

There are 600 great swordsmen lined up in three imperial sword regiments.

Five regiments of the Brunswick Palace Guards.

For this battle, the empire has put out all its elites. In addition to these elites, there are 30 standard imperial legions that have built positions in front. Behind hundreds of shields are thousands of swords and halberds. The musketeers and crossbowmen are looking for themselves. position, the gunners are making their final checks.

Karl Franz stood on the high platform, and the emperor looked at the scenery of Hoffungen. He showed a standard eight-teeth smile: "If we can't defeat the enemy here, then I can at least die here."

"Don't say such dejected words, Your Majesty." Ludwig Schwarzhammer, the emperor's flag bearer, muttered. This sanctuary powerhouse is nearly a hundred years old this year, and his white beard almost reaches the ground. Above, the flag officer was worried about this battle: "You should retreat, leave this to me."

"At this time, the soldiers need me. I should stay with the soldiers more than ever, Ludwig." Karl Franz looked into the distance, and the sound of chaotic war drums could be faintly heard, at most one or two Hours later, the army of Chaos will appear.

The golden fortress collapsed after all, and the emperor thought to himself that even if the empire did not give up, the golden fortress would only last for a few more months at most, because Gelt was gone.

Why did you run away, Geert, Karl Franz smiled bitterly in his heart, as long as you make things clear, I will keep you, why did you run away?

I need your magic, the Empire needs your magic, Gelt!

The emperor also knew that Gelt was helpless, but he really missed Gelt's power. The great alchemist had relied on his powerful and unreasonable devotion many times to turn the tide of the battle.

"Your Majesty, please step back, leave this place to me." Rick Marshal Helberg came up and said, the old marshal vented all his excess energy on a woman's belly last night, his long sloppy words It's gone, or at least not as perfect as usual. The old man's spirit was on the verge of collapse after months of uninterrupted fighting. He nervously yelled at the emperor: "You shouldn't be here."

"I am the emperor, Curt!" Karl Franz was too lazy to talk nonsense with Helberg.

"Because you are the emperor, we must give priority to ensuring your safety." Helberg emphasized: "If this battle fails, then we can at least form a new line between Herzig and Talabheim." line, but if you die here, it's all over."

The incident happened suddenly, and the empire was only half ready. Heffengen was well-defended here, but the defense line in the rear was not well-arranged at all. If they failed, the empire would collapse thousands of miles away.

"Heilberger is right." Schwartzhammer had never said much, but at this time the emperor's flag officer nodded in agreement rarely.

"You are the empire, Your Majesty." Marshal Rick said firmly.

You are the Empire... Karl Franz suddenly felt a pang of pain, like the gray sky and the raindrops hitting him, making him feel pain.

He stared blankly into the distance, the enemy will come from the north, as usual, they will sweep the swamp, the beastmen will tear the earth apart with their rough and strong hooves, and the Norsca war mastiff will bleed Then came the Norsca and Kurgan riders with their bloody mounts, and then the armored giants with swords on their heads and striding away from the fiend's cleft hooves, their skulls hanging in the bloody light. on the armor.

Their formation is messy, and only the desire to slaughter drives them forward. The only advantage the mortals have is discipline.

But, can you really defeat the enemy?

Can they really win? Without the blessing of the Golden Fortress, could the Empire really win this victory?

"Everyone should perform their duties." Karl Franz wanted to say something, but at this juncture, the emperor couldn't say anything. He gestured to Marshal Rick Helberg, who looked deeply at He took a look at the Prince Rick's family and the emperor who had been loyal all his life, raised the Rune Fang complainer, and saluted the emperor with the most standard military salute: "For Charlemagne, for the empire!"

"For the empire!" The emperor also responded with the most standard military salute. He used to be a soldier, but now he is an emperor, and Helberg has always been a soldier, a pure soldier. Whether it is internal affairs or foreign affairs, Helberg has an amazing Talent - he can always make everything worse, which makes the emperor very grateful that Helberg has never been involved in politics, and the battlefield is more suitable for this marshal.

"Today Charlemagne will witness another great victory belonging to the empire." Helberg put on his feathered helmet, rode his beloved half-breed elf horse, and rushed to the front.

The emperor silently watched Helberg's disappearing figure. The rain hit his armor. Behind him, Schwartzhammer stepped up, and he picked up the golden griffin helmet belonging to Karl Franz.

The emperor seemed to be in a trance: "Who am I, Ludwig?"

"You are our emperor, Your Majesty." Ludwig said softly, and the voice of the white-bearded grandfather was extremely firm.

"Then do you believe in your emperor?" Karl Franz looked into the distance, and the banner of the chaotic eight-pointed star was already faintly visible.

"Your Majesty, all soldiers and subjects of the empire will follow you forever." Ludwig just said silently, "No matter what the outcome is."

"Regardless of the ending?" Karl Franz watched like this, watching hundreds of chaotic banners appearing from the horizon, watching countless screams and roars ringing in his ears, watching more than 30,000 promises The ska marauders were running, howling, watching a thousand monsters and Chaos daemons... probably more appearing in quick succession.

The imperial army stood cowardly and bravely in the front line. The soldiers rushed to pray to Charlemagne, Urik or Tarr. The sergeants roared loudly and quickly grasped their halberds with their hands, remembering their oath, Never step back, or they will be crushed to the bone by Chaos.

Many people pray: If you can't win, die quickly.

"Where is the gunpowder and steel of the empire? Where is the glory and faith of the empire?" The emperor murmured, "Everything is like the setting sun, everything is burned, the kingdoms are turned into a sea of ​​​​flames, chaos rules the future, and victory is forever Short, the last hope is fading, tell me, Ludwig, why has it become like this? My empire, why has it become like this?"

The flag bearer could feel the emperor's sadness. Since Karl Franz ascended the throne, the emperor had spent most of his life fighting against the enemies of the empire, but the empire was still pushed to this desperate situation.

The roar of the death claws of the great griffin sounded suddenly. It smelled the smell of chaos and was desperate to tear the enemy apart. The beast may not have to wait much longer.

"The enemy has appeared, Your Majesty." Ludwig Schwarzhammer clenched his sword—the judge.

"Then, until death." Karl Franz also pulled out his own rune tooth—Dragontooth Sword.

"We will tell Chaos that we will never surrender!"

"Karl Franz!" The emperor's name exploded throughout the front, and all the imperial soldiers couldn't help shouting out.

"For the Reich, for Karl Franz!"

This is the Emperor of the Empire, Grand Prince of Elector Rickland, Grand Duke of Brunswick, Bearer of the Silver Seal and Holder of the Rune Fang, Karl- Franz's answer.

Empires never surrender.