Chapter 1314, Difficult Chivalry Expedition
ps: I still need a monthly pass for the last trip, Qiu Li Gao~
When Kronborg fell, the Bretanian Crusaders were slowly advancing along the Pass of the Axe.
The regents of the kingdom, Lawn and Callard, took the lead. Ryan, Bohemond and the old man led the army of knights to follow slowly from behind. The ax bite pass is a mountain road, and the supply line will be more fragile without a river, so The speed can't be faster.
The Norscan dwarves walked through the leyline network under the leadership of the great lord Baldr and his brother Thor, but then a sad news came that Karak-Windbreeze Castle had fallen and was captured by the Skaven. Since then, the last dwarven stronghold in the Northern Gray Mountains has fallen.
The Twilight Sisters' Ariel marched on the roots of the Oak of Time, the wood elves didn't want to be with the dwarves, they were still mourning the death of Queen Ariel and King Orion, the morale of the wood elves was low Well, there is nothing the Twilight sisters can do about it, they are not leaders who are good at motivating morale.
Even so, there are still some elves and dwarves in the holy war army.
Thorgreen Jr., the eldest son of Bellegar Hammer, the king of Eight Peaks Mountain, led a small group of mustache dwarves to follow the crusade and volunteered as a scouting team. On the elves side, Alaros led his gray team to follow behind the old guards. Similarly, the morale of the wood elves under Alaros' command was also low. These tortured and suffering warriors can only follow closely now. Follow the hero Alaros, seeking the final relief.
The three Kislev Guards enjoyed the high altitude and cold wind of the Gray Mountains, and Brittany was too warm for Mrs. Kisler.
The 6,000-member Estalian militia corps carefully selected by Grand Duke Magritte Juan Carlos-Sun Watcher cursed the biting ice peaks of the Gray Mountains. Estalian people are not used to this cold.
2525 Imperial Calendar, a day in late summer.
The piercing wind is endless, flowing down from the towering peaks, accompanied by the screams of collapses, echoing in the road, the sky has already stirred from the empty gray curtain and turned into a pile of distorted rainstorm clouds, turbulent While surging, it seemed as if a pair of giant hands covering the sky would tear the sky apart.
The Britannian Foreign Minister Talleyrand, who was accompanying the army, wrapped his upper-class waterproof burqa tightly, and the high-spirited cripple cursed the damn bad weather, and at the same time kept complaining why Ryan must appoint him to accompany the army. The cripple just wanted to Enjoy breakfast of hot coconut goat milk and paemon soup in your own manor, instead of sleeping here.
"Your Excellency Talleyrand, I am surprised that you will follow." Zhukov, the general of the 1st Guards Lancers, tried to talk to this disgruntled high-spirited, and he seemed a little stiff: "I believe you will be able to show your strength." own role."
"You might as well say that I can play a vital symbol that this great holy war also has the participation of high elves, which symbolizes that under the leadership of the Sun King, we have achieved great unity of race and nation." Tower Leland squinted his eyes and said, "Long live the great unity of the nations of the world, isn't that enough for you to understand?"
This sentence made Zhukov speechless, and General Kislev was so blocked that he thought about it and realized that he couldn't answer this question.
The hussars around couldn't help laughing.
Zhukov's face flushed red,
He finally couldn't help holding back a sentence: "Your Excellency Talleyrand, I respect you very much."
"You can call me by my first name, General. We are all servants of the Sun King." Talleyrand smiled stiffly. He took out a bottle of rum from his waist and took two sips. He felt much better: " I'm not a Chaos Demon, you don't need to be so afraid of me, and as far as I know, you are not afraid of Chaos Demons, in the north of Kislev, you personally led bear cavalry into battle more than once, many Chaos Demons were killed by you In that case, what are you afraid of? Are you afraid that I will eat you?"
"I'm only afraid of one thing, and that is stupidity." Zhukov could only say, "I always feel that in your eyes, I always seem to be stupid."
"Wow, my general, I have to take a high look at you." Talleyrand rubbed the surface of the steel cylinder with his hands, and said with a smile: "Then I think you must live in inferiority complex every day."
Zhukov's smile froze: "Talleyrand, I respect you a lot, but that doesn't mean you can test my bottom line over and over again."
"I heard that Raymond became the marshal." Talleyrand ignored Zhukov's words and continued, "What do you think?"
General Kislev's complexion changed. He was at a loss for Talleyrand's performance. It can be seen that Talleyrand was staring at him. He could only say: "I respect the decision of His Majesty the Sun King. Maybe Marshal Raymond is a good man. s Choice."
"Puff." Talleyrand couldn't help laughing: "I was expecting that I could get a more satisfactory answer from you, Georgi."
"As I said, I respect His Majesty's decision. I like order and fight for the recovery of Britannia and Kislev. I am not the kind of person you imagine." Zhukov could only organize his words reluctantly .
"I also like order, especially rules, but I don't like law, especially civil law." Talleyrand smiled and said: "Then I can understand, my general, you also think that Marshal Raymond, who rose from the grass roots , a guy who was a carpenter twenty years ago deserves the honor of being a marshal, right?"
"Your conclusion is almost equivalent to my answer." Zhukov nodded. His big bald head radiated bright light under the reflection of the snow-capped peaks of the gray mountains, which was very dazzling.
"Few people don't have other thoughts after mastering the legion that symbolizes the last lifeline of the country and the strongest combat effectiveness." Talleyrand's face was calm, but he said something that made Zhukov's heart beat wildly and even made him care about him .
Zhukov now serves as the general of the 1st Guards Lancer Corps and the commander-in-chief of the Kislev Guards at the same time. In other words, he has at least half of all the troops that Kislev hopes to restore.
"Oh, my general, why are you blushing?" the cripple stopped halfway, and said with a smile.
"Rejuvenated!" Zhukov said hastily.
"Why is your face yellow again?" Talleyrand burst into laughter.
"Cold protection..." Zhukov couldn't make it up anymore: "Our Mrs. Keesler is like this. When encountering cold weather, my face will turn yellow. This is a self-protection mechanism."
"Then are you interested in the rank of Marshal?"
"Me? I am satisfied with my current glory, as General Erengrad, I have fought against chaos in the north for ten years, and I am not short of wealth."
"Yes, of course you have no shortage of wealth. Among other things, the wealth you brought back from the front line is dozens of carriages, right?" Talleyrand said casually.
Zhukov's face was livid, and he was silent for several seconds before he said, "I took it from the enemy."
"Yes, you are."
Talleyrand said no more, he closed his mouth.
That night, the ax bites the pass station, and the king's red, blue and gold-roofed tent.
After the announcement, Talleyrand quickly opened the tent and came in. The room was very warm, because Veronica's witchcraft brazier was lit in the corner, and there was the familiar sound of mahjong.
Looking head-on, I saw Suria the Queen of Knights, Morgiana, the Witch of the Lake God, Veronica, the Speaker of the House of Representatives, and Sylvia, the Head Maid, were sitting around playing hemp. Looking at the chips, Talleyrand only had time to take a look at the chips and found that it said "one day". Among them, Suria had the most chips piled up like a hill, followed by Morgana and Veronica, and Silvia There were only a few chips, and Su Liya gently took out a handful of chips and handed them to Sylvia: "Okay, don't say that I didn't give you a chance this time."
"Come on! This time you just wait to fire the gun! Mrs. Suria!" Veronica rolled up her sleeves and planned to make a big fight.
"Since the madam has asked so, then I can only obey." Sylvia seemed reluctant on the surface, but was actually eager to try.
"I'll just play around." Morgiana was very conservative, and she didn't even want to participate if it wasn't for Suria's request.
Where is Ryan?
Ryan was holding a large bunch of skewers roasting over the stove, sprinkled with cumin, and controlled the heat. There was also a large pot of beef borscht stewed next to it, exuding a moving fragrance.
"It's Talleyrand, what's the matter?" Ryan said casually, and Talleyrand was his private minister: "Come, how about some borscht I made?"
"Dare not to obey orders." Talleyrand had no scruples, and ate after sitting down.
Not a monarch, but a servant, not a subordinate, but a friend, this is the position Talleyrand gave himself.
By the way, the cripple told Ryan the whole conversation.
"Then do you think he should be given the title of Marshal?" Ryan was silent for a few seconds, and the Sun King sighed: "In fact, according to Zhukov's achievements, there is no problem, and his military ability is even better than that of the deceased. Konstantin (Rokossovsky), Konstantin's military plans are often too risky and must squeeze the potential of the army to the extreme, so he must be matched with Callard's super-executive and fearless fierce general."
"Your Majesty, have you ever trained a dog?" Talleyrand said, "If a dog is too hungry, it will hurt its master. If it is too full, it will lie down and sleep, ignoring its master."
"Then you think the same as I do." Ryan smiled: "Zhong! Cheng!"
"He is very useful, at least until Kislev's successful restoration of the country, and for Kislev's rotten land, his talent can be used for a lifetime, but he needs to be handled carefully." Talleyrand was silent for a few seconds : "Your Majesty, you appointed me to follow, is it also a similar consideration?"
"How to say?"
"I've been thinking, what are we going to do when we're in Brunswick?"
"That depends on the decision of the Imperial Council." Ryan narrowed his eyes: "How about Frey."
"How about Frey, what about us?" Talleyrand thought for a while: "I dare to ask, Your Majesty, if Frey can be designated as the crown prince, how do you plan? I will also prepare a diplomatic strategy."
"Be Emperor Shao." Ryan said softly.
"What if it can't be done?"
"Be the emperor."
"Understood, then, Your Majesty, please look forward to my future performance." Talleyrand smiled: "Also, please be sure to win!"
"You don't believe in my strength?"
"Your Majesty, in addition to military victories, aren't there also technological victories, cultural victories, and religious victories?"
"Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha~" The tent was filled with happy laughter of Ryan and Talleyrand.
There is also Veronica's roar: "Rong! Broken Yaojiu! The red card! Two days are mine!"
………I am the dividing line that must be won………
Not long after, the ax bites the pass, the Britannian vanguard.
A vanguard army of 30,000 was advancing hard in the wind and snow. The oncoming heavy rain and the endless small green-skinned war gangs and Skaven attacks made Lawn and Karard very difficult to advance. Difficult, pouring rainwater ticks on the rocks beside you, and the streams that converge pour down from the highlands, gurgling and rushing forward, rushing from the rugged mountain road into the axe pass, until At this time, what remains is only a thin thread, as if to tell everyone that the journey of you Britannian chivalrous patients has long been doomed.
Dangerous mountain roads are always full of accidents and strong winds, as well as uninterrupted ferocity and wildness. If it weren’t for the special carriages and mountain anti-skid chains carefully crafted by the Norscan dwarves, they are especially suitable for walking on the mountain roads and are extremely difficult to slip. Lawn No one knows how much supplies will be lost along the way, but even so, there are still more than a dozen carriages and more than 170 people who fell down the steep mountain road and became the victims of the first batch of jihadists.
There was nothing honorable about this sacrifice.
As Lawn and Callard advanced, the highlands and hills gradually fell behind them, replaced by mountains and valleys, and the last piece of pasture disappeared, leaving only the endless edge. The rain is as cold as ice, and the wind has swept it into an evil vortex, flooding into every fold of fabric and crevice of armor.
At this time, the waterproof cloak of the wood elves is particularly important. Wearing a thick wood elf raincoat will at least prevent you from being drenched.
But even so, the morale of the knights is still gradually declining, especially those young ranger knights who are howling with blood and participating in the holy war of chivalry. They soon found that there were no enemies in sight for charging, and there were no enemies to charge. Under such conditions, the original enthusiasm for the expedition was difficult to maintain. Tortured by the fierce destruction of nature, the knights shrugged their heads without saying a word, but followed the brigade and the Holy Grail banner silently.
Neither Lawn nor Callard could do much about the situation.
As night fell, Callard and Lawn sat around the fire in the tent, eating and chatting.
"If we're lucky, we'll arrive near Hemgard in five days. I hope Sir Amanrick and his legion can pick us up there." Lawn chewed a white radish and pointed at the map: " After passing through Hemgard, the road will be much easier, we can go all the way down the alpine grassland until we reach Bogenhafen, and we should be able to arrive in seven or eight days."
"I hope it goes well." Callard ate the roasted pig's trotters, his face was always serious, and he said with a serious smile: "By the way, Leon Cole, do you feel that something seems to be spying on us recently?"
"I feel it too." Lawn nodded, and he put down the bowl suddenly: "Did you feel it?"
"Yes, I feel it." Callard also put down his trotter.
The commander's big tent opened suddenly, and the two marshals rushed out. They tore off their burqas, revealing the dwarven master-level runes under their burqas, and the dazzling family crest on the full-body plate armor: "Take up arms! Take up arms, Ready to fight!"
Callard's roar sounded before Lawn's roar. The vanguard soldiers were stunned at first, but within a few seconds, everyone began to respond. The knights excitedly called for their attendants to put on armor, and the free folk sergeants The veterans yelled at the new recruits, telling them where to take their positions.
From the side of the pass came a swarm of violent roars that every knight had known since their squires—something seared into their minds from the day they took up their swords, it was The old enemy who almost brought down Britannia was a group of lunatics who were never tired of destruction and destruction.
Even if the famous Britannian king "Green Killer" King Ron took nearly a hundred years to clear them, burned and defeated them thousands of times, even the current Sun King Ryan can chase and kill these things all the way into the mountains, even Expedition to Bafeng Mountain, but they will always come back, they are like parasites, they will never be completely eliminated.
they are...
"waaagh!"
"waaaaaaaaaagh!"