Chapter 1268, Overwhelming All the Bets of the Empire

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No one in the Empire tried to estimate the size of the Chaos army, because it was completely unnecessary, a black mass of barbarian marauders and barbarian horsemen connected from one side of the horizon to the other, and a low and rumbling dirge blew the air Torn apart, rumbling drums mingled with raucous chants.

The believers of the Chaos Gods were so happy that they almost went crazy, because the predestined time is coming, they will pass the real civilization to the south, so that those cowardly and ignorant Nan Laos can truly experience the power of the Chaos Four Gods.

When the Chaos horde began to enter the range, the artillery positions of the Empire began to fire in unison. The roar of hundreds of mortars, cannons, and Hellstorm rockets overwhelmed the howls of the barbarians, and the shells exploded in the Chaos army. Harvest life.

The barbarian plunderers on the two wings tried to turn around on the Norscan warhorses that liked to eat carrion, but the advantage of the empire's standing on the front line was reflected at this time. Kill these cavalry one after another, and wipe out a large number of barbarian cavalry.

Karl Franz noticed that the barbarians had no discipline and command at all, they just rushed blindly, one or two hundred barbarian marauders would often only have one lucky one rushing to the front of the imperial army, and before him Before the tomahawk fell on the shield of the halberd soldier, it had been pierced by a well-trained imperial soldier with a spear or halberd.

"Okay, it's a good fight, just like this." In the heavy rain, the emperor clenched his fists, his face was filled with worry and joy, Karl Franz knew that if the fight continued like this, the empire would surely win , because the Chaos Army does not seem to have a main commander, it is just blindly rushing to the imperial army formation.

The emperor was a little worried again, did the Eternal God Choose not come? If Eternal God's Chosen did not appear in the Chaos Army, even if they could wipe out these Chaos Army, it would only treat the symptoms but not the root cause.

Chaos' first wave of attack seems to have no battle plan at all, no strategy and tactics to win, just blindly rushing into the imperial center, which is exactly the appetite of the imperial people, in the artillery and musketeers, and those imperial wizards With their support, the Yankees paid a huge price.

After three hours of continuous fighting, in front of Karl Franz's central army, Rick led the men to resist every charge of the Yankees and paid a very high price. The spears and halberds were directly pushed away by the strong muscles of the Yankees. Soldiers holding halberds were knocked to the ground by axes, or crushed under the slobbering mounts, and the tall, burly, beast-like northern barbarians forced their way into the crowded army formation with the sound of chopping and roaring. .

Round after round of attacks did not frighten the Imperial Army, they knew that their Emperor was with them today,

A whole five formation regiments were killed, but none of the Reik leaders took a step back, and none of the Rick leaders put down their weapons and begged for forgiveness. The warriors in the heartland of the empire fought to the last moment. Very proud of this.

But at this time, the empire's tactics worked. With the command of Rick Field Marshal Helberg to charge, the lances and iron hooves of the Rick Guards swept across the chaos army. Because he didn't even have time to issue orders, he immediately ordered the great swordsmen to cooperate with Helberg's actions. Six hundred imperial swordsmen marched together. The blade cuts everything into pieces.

The counterattack was like a heavy blow of a hammer, and the leading warband was wiped out. As a champion of Chaos fell under Helberg's rune fang, the vanguard of Chaos began to collapse, and the people of the empire cheered victory, It was as if the war had been won.

This is indeed a proud victory. The corpses of 30,000 barbarian soldiers lay on the battlefield, and the Rick leaders also suffered 5,000 casualties. The casualty ratio of 6:1 is enough to make the empire proud.

"Not enough!" The emperor standing on the city wall immediately signaled the army to concentrate. The Chaos Tribe was a vast ocean, and the empire had only hit the first tumbling waves.

The battle is still going on, the first round of Chaos attack is just a brainless charge of a large group of Norscans and Kurgans, and the appearance of the second round of Chaos army means that the real battle has begun.

Chaos Champion Lord Akoolak-The Crow appeared, the ninth wilderness bandit, this Norscan warlord was promoted to the Chaos Champion Warrior yesterday, just because he killed all the warlords of the other eleven tribes, Akoolak To Khorne the head of a general, to Tzeentch elaborate schemes, to Nurgle the rotting heart, to Slaanesh the art of killing.

Satisfied, the Chaos Gods promoted Akoolak to be the Chaos Champion Lord, commanding a huge Chaos army.

There was almost no time to rest, and the imperial central army was attacked like crazy again. They had to persevere. Only by persisting and waiting until the scheduled plan came, could the empire see the dawn of victory.

On the left wing of the army, the army of the Elector of Marius has already started to exchange fire with the Chaos army. They have dragged the attention of some of the Chaos army. At the same time, Marius also ordered the cavalry to continue to wait. He must confirm that the Eternal Chosen really appeared .

On the right flank of the army, the artillery and musket positions carefully designed by General Meck worked. The Chaos army suffered heavy losses in the overwhelming artillery bombardment and hail of musket barrages. Woten and Huss came to the front line. The light of the twin-tailed comet shrouded Woten's whole body, and the crazy ascetics waved their two-handed flails, shouting all kinds of curses and holy words, and directly fought with the Yankee berserkers. downwind.

Seeing Woten's glorious miracle, everyone firmly believed that Charlemagne was with the empire that day.

Helberg enjoys killing. Although Marshal Rick has been reluctant to admit it, he knows very well in his subconscious mind that only killing can slightly reduce his despair and dark burden on the situation, and can slightly relieve his neurotic state for more than a year. Relieved, Runefang was as sharp and unmatched as ever, he chopped off the heads of the Yankee leaders one after another, and pierced the sharp blade into the Yankee helmets.

Chaos was defeated, and Helberg laughed loudly. He enjoyed the cheers from Rick's guards, and kept hinting to himself that the empire would definitely win this battle.

The marshal immediately ordered Rick's guards to recover and not to chase the remnants of Chaos at will. Once the cavalry is killed, it is easy to lose control. The empire's tactics are successful, at least for now. The heavily armored Chaos Warriors had a headache and killed the oncoming deserters. Helberg seized the opportunity and ordered the Reik Guards to attack the shield wall of the Chaos Warriors from the flanks. The Chaos Warriors fell to the ground one after another. slaughter.

A gigantic Nurgle Daemon emerged from the battlefield, it was Grug-As! The demon that was defeated by Woten and Vlad before! It's back!

Lightning flickers on the northern horizon, jagged spears are sickly and green, a sigh seems to pass through the earth, like a turbulent turbulence from the bottom of the earth, steaming foam from the rotting marsh, thousands of yellow smoke Shooting out of the sky, the echo of screams echoed on the battlefield, the cheers of the Rick Guards disappeared, as if the ground was vomiting, they boiled out of the mud, exuding a turbid smell and steamy smell Hiss.

Tiny malevolent goblins poured out of the mud, first the emaciated Herald of Nurgle with horns on his head, then the rotten warriors and festered pustular warriors of Nurgle's demons, plague bearers and The holders appear one after another.

The charge of the Rick Guards was held back by these Nurgle demons. They were like a muddy pond, which not only made it impossible for the knights to exert their own advantages, but also blocked the charge that they were determined to win. The ground pierced through the bodies of these powerful enemies and fell into the torso of the Nurgle demons, but they could neither kill them nor exile them. These Nurgle demons laughed and crushed them directly with their bodies. The plate armor of Rick's guards reached out and took out the flesh and blood of these imperial elites from the gap in the armor.

Helberg watched his Rick guards fall into the mud one after another with his own eyes. The marshal roared angrily. The Great Demon of Nurgle Gurus Ag was dazzled, the dwarven runes on the Rune Fang were extremely shiny, and a sword pierced through the flesh and blood of the Great Demon, piercing into its arm.

Grug-As yelled in pain, it was exiled more than a year ago, it is still weak, the son of a loving father is fighting desperately to regain Nurgle's favor, the big demon was guarded by Rick The heavy blow did not affect its counterattack. Guruge blasted Helberg from his mount with one punch. Marshal Rick fell into the swamp, unconscious, and the guards of Rick were in a mess.

Seeing this, Karl Franz's expression changed dramatically, and the emperor finally couldn't bear it anymore. He ignored Ludwig's advice and let out a roar. The roar of the death claws of the great griffin brought the judgment of the empire, and the griffin brought a deafening sound. The screaming sound flew into the sky, and he carried his master to rescue Helberg. The emperor seized the opportunity, and the dragon tooth instantly cut off the head of Grug-As, and the claws of death even tore the skin of the big demon. , throwing one of its hands into the air.

Another wave of Chaos army was defeated, and the Imperials saw the dawn of victory.

On the right wing of the battle line, Charlemagne's god-chosen Woten was also fighting with all his strength. After seeing the fighter plane, Charlemagne's army immediately started a fierce attack under the leadership of Woten. There is only bloodthirsty and fanaticism that never bows to the enemy, and in this army, Woten's whole body is burning with the fire of heaven, and the power of the twin-tailed comet draws two There is a long trail line, and every time Woten makes a move, the holy light will shine on the earth, inspiring the determination of the imperial army.

The Norscan berserkers in Scalins and Belpine Forest were horrified to find that the Charlemagne army on the opposite side was an enemy crazier and bloodthirsty than them. the nankees!

The ascetic monks waved their flails and smashed the shields of the Scalins and Belson forests, smashed their heads, and smashed the corpses of the barbarian berserkers. A chaotic champion tried to stop Voten's attack, but Woten just raised the hammer and slammed it down, smashing through the chieftain's shield and smashing his skull to pieces.

The people of Scalins and Belpine Forest were defeated and collapsed. Woten's plan along the way had been successful. Charlemagne's army continued to advance crazily, and the joy of victory enveloped everyone until the sound of the distant horn sounded.

The banner of the Eternal God's Chosen came slowly, and a whole legion of Chaos God's Chosen warriors joined the battlefield. Among them, surrounded by a Great Chaos Lord wearing a big helmet with two horns.

Archaon's lieutenant, Kron the Conqueror is here!

Seeing the banner of the Eternal Chosen, everyone thought that Chaos Eternal Chosen Archaon had finally appeared. Woten urged Charlemagne's army to continue marching. The frenzy of the whippers made them very effective in dealing with the fur-clad Archaon. The Berserkers of Kalinth and the Marauder Champions of Belpinewood, but Zeal rarely helped them deal with the Chaos Chosen now pounced upon them.

Armor-breaking is not good. Facing the heavily armored Chaos Gods Chosen Warriors from head to toe—the sons of Neferest, Charlemagne's army has always been proud of the pig-rushing method. The shackles can't hurt these Chaos Gods Chosen Warriors A little bit, only the sound of tinkling iron.

The warriors of cold Neferest said not a word, they did not praise great deeds, nor swore oaths, whatever sacrifices they made to the Chaos Gods, they were silent, and in silence the Kron's The guards carried the attack of Charlemagne's army and chopped these ascetics and fanatics into pieces. The axes and giant swords harvested Charlemagne's army like wheat. Charlemagne's army of two or three thousand people only had a few rounds Just lost more than half.

Woten and Luther-Hus fought to the death, and Woten could knock down a Chaos God's Chosen warrior with a single blow, but they still couldn't break through the enemy's defense line and reach the "Eternal God's Chosen", Woten roared unwillingly, He waited eagerly, why didn't the other side of the pincer attack that Marius promised come?

At this time, on the left wing of the army, the cavalry of Marius and Ivan the Griffin Duke encountered an extremely huge trouble!

Thirty or forty Nurgle's chosen warriors in green rotting armor blocked their way of attack. These Nurgle's chosen warriors wore gray-green rotting full-body armor, and their bodies were covered with pimples, boils, scabs and so on. Putrid sores.

Those chosen by Nurgle reeked of corruption, and flies swarmed about them. Even weapons and war machines were warped by the energies of the Warp, now powered by morbid Chaos magic, gleaming with green energies and oozing gangrenous ichor, be it demigriffin riders or Marius's The Golden Fleece Knights couldn't break through their defenses. Marius howled and used the Rune Fang to charge around, and Ivan the Griffin Duke wielded the Griffin Truesilver Holy Sword. Both strong men tried their best.

The demi-griffins bumped into these Nurgle's chosen warriors at most made them stagger a little bit, and the muskets and shells at most made them feel a little pain, but they couldn't make them succumb.

In the midst of this group of Nurgle's Chosen, Typhus, Lord of the Plague Hives and son of Mortarion, brandished his great scythe.

Typhus moved slowly and gracefully, the gigantic scythe amplified by the length of the shaft, becoming an unstoppable bladed phantom.

The thin edge of the blade hissed through the air with blue sparks, obliterating anything it encountered with the all-powerful blow of the scythe.

Typhus keeps the edge of his blade sharp, but most of the time the Soul Reaper smashes enemies rather than cuts. With one deft blow, he swung the blade in a circle, cutting through a line of welded armor plates. It cut through Mithril as easily as it cut through flesh. The two Golden Fleece Knights were instantly split in half. Ivan's mount, the Great Griffin Beast Calamity, kicked, rushed in, and waved a scythe again. The three half-griffin knights and the half-griffin became two parts on the spot.

"Rush! Rush!" Marius fought bloody, and the elector screamed.

Most of the Knights of the Golden Fleece fell in a pool of blood.

An entire brigade of half-griffin knights was wiped out! But Marius and Ivan still couldn't break through the defense line formed by Typhons and his death guards!

And the imperial army on the left wing of the empire (the western position) has already begun to rout. Marius's troops are already small, and when all the cavalry and infantry are blocked from charging, it is only a matter of time before they fail!

Emperor Karl Franz was still fighting hard on his death claws. He noticed the failure of Marius' plan-neither Voten nor Marius had carved out the chaotic central army position from the side, and could not push Voten Bring it to the Eternal God's Choice.

The emperor's heart was filled with pain.

They fought to the death but failed. Their last big gamble is over, and now it's time to pay for what they lost.

Lost, lost thoroughly.

Am I failing? Karl Franz looked at the chaotic battlefield, and the imperial army was still stubbornly resisting.

Am I failing? The emperor heard Schwarzhammer's voice, and the grandfather was rushing over with Rick's inner ring guards. He signaled the emperor to retreat to Talabheim, and leave it to him.

No! I can't fail here! The empire cannot perish here!

Karl Franz cheered up again, and the Emperor of the Empire signaled Deathclaw to move on. He ignored Schwarzhammer's request and let Deathclaw rush into the most dangerous place to attract the most attention.

Let's fight! till the end!

He will charge in person until dawn!

The twenty Rick Inner Guards saw the emperor's determination, and none of the Inner Guards questioned the Emperor's decision. Even in hell, they still followed Emperor Karl Franz!

A second ago, the shield walls of the warriors of Nurgle looked impenetrable.

A second later, these people were like a smashed wooden wall, and a big hole was forcibly dug by the emperor and Rick's inner ring guards.

At this second, Karl Franz suddenly felt something. He turned his gaze to the east of the battlefield. Behind him, the last ray of sunset was submerged in the black forest, and night had already fallen.

On the eastern hillside, a powerful demigod, the Maharaja of Death, appeared on the hill riding an undead steed.

"Vlad von Carstein." Karl Franz looked at the visitor with a complicated expression.

Under the black night sky, bone horses, red armor, white hair, the reins were pulled, and the undead horses raised their front hooves. The Lord of Death looked at the situation on the battlefield and nodded approvingly.

Akhan, the Lich King in black robes, appeared behind Vlad von Carstein. Akhan squinted his eyes and looked at the battle situation. He said politely: "The Charlemagne Empire is isolated and helpless."

"No, with me here, they are not alone and helpless." The blood-drinking sword was unsheathed, and Vlad von Carstein's order was issued immediately: "Finally, it is time to show our existence."

"Sylvania!" Hundreds of black knights strolled out and lined up. Dozens of undead legions and hundreds of Sylvania banners appeared.

"For Vlad, for von Carstein!!!"

The undead roared up to the sky, and the blue soul fire rushed into the sky.

The battle for Hoffunken is far from over.