Medieval Empire Soldier Chapter 106

  Chapter 106 One Hundred Six · The Battle of Dites Harbor · Part II (please subscribe!)

The scorching smell in the air was getting stronger and stronger, and the blue flame dragon breath swept through a section of the city wall. In just a split second, two captains of halberdiers and more than 30 imperial knights were killed. Amidst the screams, Sir Kaleima fell down the city. Head, the shield and long sword in his hand flew out.

   "Ooooooooooo!"

The giant dragon in the northern wasteland landed on the city wall. It opened its mouth wide, and its lower limbs propped up its huge body with dragon claws. It roared at the defenders of Dites Harbor. From both ends of the city wall, spearmen and halberdiers continued to surround. , shouting the name of Uric, and summoning the courage to attack the Frost Demon Dragon.

More than a dozen Seahawk Guard Greatswords rushed to Ser Kaleima, pulling and trying to drag him out of the front lines. Amid the dragon's roar and the gust of wind, more than two dozen Imperial soldiers were caught by the dragon's dragon. The wings flapped and smashed into the buildings inside Dites Harbor.

   After seeing the almost crushing strength gap, the weak morale of the recruited soldiers kept squirming with their hands and feet, trying to retreat, but behind them was the city wall and battlements, and there was nowhere to retreat.

The defensive power of the city wall has dropped to the lowest point, and more and more Chaos warriors have occupied the city head. Distorted and deformed under great force, one bulge after another heralds the fate of Dites Harbor.

"Assemble the reserve team! Resist those damned barbarians!" On the highest tower on the north wall, Clifford Cole, the Marquis of Diets Harbor, was stunned. Seeing his deputy was in trouble, he gave an order , several sea knights immediately rushed down the tower.

   At this moment, on the north shore of Dites Harbor, the dragon ship fleet was approaching outside the port.

Three black iron-clad ships equipped with huge floating war engines appeared from the end of the sea, billowing black smoke spewed out of the giant round holes in the hull, and any seawater that touched the iron-clad ships turned into hard black ice , as a result, a thick black wave was dragged at the stern of the three giant ships.

At the bow of the ship, three cannons smelted by blood and fire spurted out thick blood, and several chaotic dwarf warriors with short stature and heavy black iron armor used their fire-blade guns to provoke human slaves. Regardless of their struggles and shouts, the Chaos Cannon, which was nourished by flesh and blood, shoved coldly into the gunhole, trembling with excitement.

"Dark Land, Chaos dwarves who believe in the fierce bull Hassoot, you are late, the siege began as early as three days ago!" Norsca warlord Snag Ripper took the dragon boat and stepped on Aboard the largest Chaos Dwarf ironclad, he felt sullen that he could not go to the city to slaughter, because the order given to him by the High King of Norsca was to wait for the Chaos Dwarves on the dragon ship.

The Chaos Dwarf Lord Zusama Cardenas stepped down from the ship's veil, and his gray skin like the sandstone of the dark land was extra conspicuous. Under his sharp and large hooked nose, four beast-like fangs Incomparably sharp, gloomy sharp eyes, without any compassion, the scarlet breath erupted everywhere.

"Zar dwarves never break their promises! We made a promise to come, and now we are here!" Several black-blade guards followed the chaos dwarf lords, staring at the Norsca people with scarlet eyes, and the fiery red lava in them The surface of the meteorite armor was flowing, and the long black beard of the Chaos Dwarf lord was tied into several braids, and the end was covered with skulls: "Put away your arrogance, Norsca, drive from the black port of Zal Nagarond. It takes a lot of time to get to the northern frontier of the old world. The sharp-eared dragon ship in the Dawn Fortress caused us a lot of trouble on the way. My fleet lost more than 200 tribesmen and a few **** cannons, all of which should be counted on your head. superior!"

Tzeentch Warlock Torina Ingerson rode his flying magic disk, suspended far above the ironclad, and a cold crow sounded: "In front of the gods, we have reached an agreement, Chaos Dwarves, your losses will be from Cowardly Southerners get more compensation."

The Chaos Dwarf lord Zushama looked up, and the Tzeentch Warlock was hidden in his black robes. He couldn't see his face as usual. He sneered: "I know your name, Arakkoa, twenty years ago, The Butcher Castle incident in the Roof Mountains of the World was caused by you! The cousin of the Zar dwarves, the king of the Butcher Castle, Agrim Iron Fist, has been looking for your trace with the dragon axe!"

The Tzeentch Warlock smiled sullenly: "Gaga. His son was killed, I didn't expect that, the ever-changing Demon Lord was actually prepared for Agrim himself, and I wasted my decades of effort in vain. ."

"Humph, I really hope you can explain the same to the king of Butcher's Castle in the future." The Chaos Dwarf Lord's face was only greedy and cruel, his expression was cruel and savage: "According to the rules, my four The one hundred and forty-seven subordinates will follow the command of Varmir Aisling, and the six Zaar dwarf **** cannons we brought will also serve you, and the Norscans know what they need to pay."

   Zushama stretched out two thick fingers: "Slave and gold."

"No problem." The Tzeentch Warlock did not hesitate at all. This is the condition they negotiated earlier. The wind of magic is extremely suppressed in the mortal world. His Tzeentch spell needs to be slowly accumulated, waiting for the key battle. Here Previously, projects that the Norscans were not good at would be done by the Chaos Dwarves.

  Torina waved his staff, and a vortex appeared above his head out of thin air: "Zar dwarves, prepare your **** cannons to blast away the city walls that the southerners rely on."

After   , Tzeentch disappeared into the vortex.

  Ditus Harbor was in crisis, Chaos War Mammoth directly crossed the ravine and slammed into the city gate. The giant beast that was enough to drag the mountain almost slammed the city gate open.

The Nord-led army was struggling to resist the invasion of the barbarian army. The advantage of the defenders on the city wall was getting smaller and smaller. Instead, it gradually evolved into a tragic hand-to-hand battle. Several sections of the city wall became a meat grinder, and the chaos that was constantly replenished. Warriors and Imperial soldiers, their mutilated corpses lay everywhere.

   A Chaos Warrior had just hacked to death an imperial swordsman, and in the next second, three halberds slashed over his head, killing him on the spot.

   Such bloodshed is being staged all over the city walls.

An imperial flame mage rode his Pegasus and swept across the sky quickly, looking at the dense Norsca warriors outside the city. When he took the opportunity to slowly recite the spell of Aksha, the wind of flames, a soul struck him. Squeeze the life and cut off the condensed flame wind, and the strong magic backlash directly burned the flame mage to ashes.

   But the Akshay technique he condensed did not disappear. A vortex of flames several meters high fell on the inner end of the city wall, sweeping hundreds of imperial troops, and several buildings were melted in the sea of ​​fire.

"Fight! Fight! Nord warriors! Muster your courage!" The officer's roar was mixed with the Norsca battle cry, and the barbarians with dreadlocks were not afraid to die. own attack.

   "Fire!!"

   Above the towers of the city wall, there were only a few mortars blasting the shells, which quickly disappeared after a wave of flames was stirred up in the wave of the barbarians.

During the more than three hours of battle, the cannon had already overheated. Even if the imperial gunners worked hard to wipe the gun body with water-soaked cloth and constantly wash the gun chamber, the heat and high temperature could not be reduced in a short period of time. .

"My marquis, the city wall is too dangerous, you'd better retreat to the castle!" The seahawks guarding the Marquis of Dites Harbor The great swordsmen said, the situation is getting more and more dangerous, even these bodies The battle-hardened veterans don't know what's going to happen next.

The    Norsca army attacked more and more violently, and even the tower they were in appeared to be crumbling.

"I am the Marquis of Diets Harbor! I must be at the forefront!" Clifford Cole shouted angrily, he turned his head, looked at the barbarian army outside the city, and said word by word: "Since Before Charlemagne established his empire, this city stood in the northern border, and there has never been a nobleman who fled! Only heroes who fought to the last moment! No matter how big the Nordland is, behind us is Sessenmonde!"

  The great swordsmen of the Sea Eagle Guard stopped talking, they made up their minds, and clenched the one-high dwarf fine-crafted greatsword in their hands. This group of elite warriors in half-body plate armor showed a decisive look on their faces.

   A loud roar came from the port, and six groups of crimson flames cut through the sky at this moment.

   In the eyes of tens of thousands of people in the port of Diets, the demon shells fired by the **** cannon dragged orange-red tail flames and slammed into the city wall of the port of Diets.

When the cannon fire of the Hell Cannon fell on the battlements, burning dozens of defenders to ashes, and smashing a whole section of the city wall into a large hole, the piercing alarm on the coast immediately sounded, and the defenders witnessed a huge fireball Hit the tower where the Marquis of Diets Harbor is located, and in the next second, the bottom end of the entire solid building cracks.

   Watching more Chaos Artillery fire and gunpowder above the northern end, falling across the sky like a meteor, everyone realized that it was not good.

"Damn it!" With the help of several white wolf knights, Ser Kaleima watched the artillery fire hit the surface of the tower, cracking more and more holes, and finally collapsed as a whole, and everyone in the tower was buried under the gravel , no possibility of life.

  The broken rubble flew in all directions, and within 50 meters, both the Nords and the Norsca were crushed to death.

"Marquis!!" Finally, the imperial knights in Dites Harbor took the lead in reacting. They shouted loudly. Seeing Clifford being crushed under the ruins, their eyes were splitting, but even so, everything was broken. It's too late.

"boom!!"

  The gate of the city wall on the west side of the Port of Diets experienced three days of baptism of war, and was finally knocked open by the war mammoth, and the barbarians outside the city let out a howl of excitement.

More than thirty chaotic trolls and human-skinned wolves rushed into the city wall. The terrifying monsters waved ebony sticks and wolf claws, and directly tore the line of defense formed by the two Nordland marines. The Seiko halberd could not stop them in the slightest. Heavy steps and short-fired muskets didn't help, the battle still collapsed, and the port of Diets was about to fall.

"For the Blood God! For the Supreme King!!" As the city was broken, Khorne God's Chosen Champion Warriors immediately launched a bloodthirsty charge, closely following the blood God Champion's dozen Chaos Warrior Legions and more than 2,000 Norsca Maniacs Warriors swarmed like sharks smelling blood, hungry for more blood and slaughter.

   "No! No! No!" Ser Kaleima was in despair, and he sighed helplessly as he looked at the city defense troops around him whose morale had collapsed and fled in all directions.

   "The barbarians have entered the city! Run away!"

   "Troll! It's a troll! Help!"

   "My lord, why don't you lower your might to crush the Norsca! Why!!"

The chain-collapsed imperial army was powerless against the morale-boosting army of barbarians, from the conscripted militias to the elite greatswordsmen, everyone was running for their lives, but they didn't know that they had nowhere to run. The few believed in the white wolf knights and ocean The knights fought side by side, and the monks of the Urric Church vowed to keep their lives alive.

The turbid ocean of    Norsca was about to overwhelm Ditus Harbor, and it seemed that all resistance would be of no avail.

At this moment, near the city wall, a faint golden light lit up, and a battle priest with scorching heat all over his body stepped out of the sea of ​​blood. Smashed the heads of several Chaos Warriors.

"You retreat first, these Norsca people will be handed over to me to hold them back. They won't be able to resist for too long." Luther Hus said to the few dozen or so Imperial soldiers around him, and the only remaining mercenaries were bearded mercenaries. One soldier, the battle priest was on a section of the city wall, and the conscripted militiamen had already killed more than 90%.

   "You you." In front of Luther Huss, the bearded mercenary trembled uncontrollably. He was convinced by the aura and virtue of the battle priest.

   "Live hard, people of Charlemagne, don't succumb to darkness!"

   This was the last word that Luther Huss left to them. The words were closed. The devout battle priest rushed to the Norsca Berserkers on the top of the city to fight to save more imperial people.

The siege battle on the northern shore of Nordland finally came to an end. The port of Ditus, surrounded by three sides, was finally captured by the army of Norsca Supreme King Vamir Eslin, and all the imperial merchant ships in the port were burned. With the help of powerful siege equipment, it only took half a day for the Norsca looters to break into the castle of the Marquis of Ditus Harbor and loot wantonly.

During the evacuation commanded by the marquis's deputy, Sir Calema, only more than 3,700 people escaped from the eastern city wall. Among them, the army of Ditus Harbor was less than 2,000, and the number of knights was only 200, which is enough to be called a tragic battle. fail.

   In the next five days, the whole city was stained with scarlet blood, and more than 7,000 Nords were captured by the barbarians, and the dwarves who had lived in the empire for a long time were all handed over to the Zaer dwarves.

On the ironclad ship of the Chaos Dwarf Lord Zushama, the horrific screams continued for several days. The narrow-minded Chaos Dwarves cut off the beards of their relatives, slashed their ears, nose, and eyes, and overthrew the construction of the dwarf community. The ancestral **** statue, replaced by a Hassut statue stained with dwarven blood.

The looters sacked all the churches and temples in the city. They ravaged the city frantically, inflicting the torture suffered by the northern wasteland on the southerners. More than 60 slaughter fields were surrounded, and hundreds of southerners were killed. Cut off the head and fold it into a Jingguan.

   Under the orders of the High King of Norsca, the Tzeentch warlocks began the most grand sacrificial ceremony. The remains of the first slain by the Uncrowned King will guide Varmir to the Lord of Shadows and deprive him of his power.

  After that, Vamir Esslin will succeed as the Anointed, becoming the sixth Chaos Eternal Chosen!

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   (end of this chapter)

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