Medieval Empire Soldier Chapter 116

   Chapter 116 One Hundred and Sixteen · The Battle of Sesenmond · Middle · 2 (For Subscription)

The melodious and majestic trumpet sound of   "Du Woo~" sounded in the imperial army. The emperor's personal flag-holder, Ludwig, and three imperial generals were surrounded by the Rick Griffon flag, and the horn sounded constantly.

The black steam tank Ruthless, the imperial cross emblem branded on the surface of the thick fine iron armor, the sharp charge angle reflects the terrifying luster, the commander of the tank, "Smasher" Sir Gunther Maybach led a group of vehicles A group of engineers nervously and skillfully pressurized the steam engine and loaded the cannonballs. The steam tank was equipped with a heavy-caliber cannon and two rotating six-barrel guns that symbolized the wisdom of the imperial engineer masters. A salvo was comparable to a musket company. power.

  The halberdiers in the front row of the Provincial Regiment all watched proudly as this living legend drove towards the front with the deafening roar.

The    barbarian army also blew the whale skull horn, and then, countless scoldings and the sound of axe hitting the shield, a dozen chaotic warriors in the front, a sea of ​​black steel.

"So, this is the beginning." In front of the army, Karl Franz's eyes contained firmness and will. He put on a griffin kite helmet, a mount on his crotch, a powerful adult griffin named Death Claw. With huge wings and a sharp neighing beak, the Legion of Griffons and the greatswords of Kronborg, loyal to the Emperor himself, followed him.

"Prepare for battle! Imperial warriors, fight for Charlemagne! For Sigmar! For the Empire!" The emperor under the silver seal plate grabbed the reins of the Griffin, and he raised Gail Maraz in his hand , the golden light on the top of the holy hammer moved, the emperor shouted loudly, and his voice echoed among the hills.

   "May the heroic spirit of His Majesty Ludwig grant us victory!"

   "Provincial Corps! Advance!!"

   At the same time, on the Zika Plain east of Sesenmonde, the northern coalition of the Empire.

Boris's imperial army is divided into three parts. The left wing is led by Axel Weisenberg, the chief of the White Wolf Knights, and five hundred white wolf knights, cheetah knights and six hundred imperial knights are located behind the left flank. In the front of the array, a large number of imperial knights gathered, every sixty people formed a lance cone array, and after the central army, there were a dense number of swordsmen, lances, and 600 people of Uric's Swords, this glorious Miden army, Before each soldier is selected to join the team, he must go to the Drakovald Forest in person and bring back the heads of the three big horns, in order to be eligible to accept the unreserved brutal training of the White Wolf Church. The carefully selected soldiers , they held halberds, swords and shields, forming a tight formation.

  The right wing consists of the Knights of Hengguang, the Knights of Mor, and a small number of Sun Knights who believe in the goddess of war Mirmidia. The knights are in front of the infantry, and the Morr knights in strong armor and black lances form a silent front.

Nord led the last new force, the Nord Sea Eagle Guard led by the Nord Elector, and the Elector's Court Mage were arranged on the front of the Central Army. More than 30 Imperial Mage and their apprentices were summoned in the air. Flowing tides of magic, chanting incantations in a low voice, the rampant spells they master will inflict unimaginable damage on the enemy.

The most elite 300 Teutonic Guards and 600 Middenheim's Great Swordsmen formed the most elite infantry regiment. They followed closely behind the knights in the inner ring of the knights and were located in front of the central formation. The emperor and the White Wolf Pope Emil were right in front.

   The mount of the White Wolf Elector. The adult griffin, "Beast Disaster", stirred up a gust of wind in the air in front of the formation. Just like its owner, the adult griffin had a ferocious scar on its head that was split by the Gur beast.

On the other side of the Zika Plain, the barbarians are not separated at all. The warriors of the northern wasteland formed several giant square formations under the command and whip of the tribe chief, and set up a series of tight shield walls, ready to meet the imperial knights their charge.

  The ferocious barbarians used their shields to form a powerful formation, but this could not cover up their rudimentary equipment and messy teams. The shield walls of the entire front were uneven, and there were even many holes visible to the naked eye.

"Humph! The Yankees were blown away by Nord's blizzard, and it's hard for them to stand in such a formation!" Boris Toddbringer looked at the scattered fronts of the barbarians with disdain said.

"Duke, the knights are all ready! But if you rush into the barbarian army like this, the loss will be very large." An imperial general said, riding a armored warhorse, looking at the barbarian formation, raised his head and said loudly: "The artillery position has been debugged, and the barbarians are within the range of the cannon!"

  The White Wolf Elector ordered: "Let them push them up!"

The central positions of the Northern Allied Forces gradually separated. The cannon gunners in Midden led quickly to raise the muzzle, loaded gunpowder and compacted it. The barbarians did not respond. Yelling at the Imperial Army.

   "Boom"

  Everyone noticed several muffled noises, which came from the west. It was obvious that the vanguard of the emperor's army had already approached the enemy.

   After a while, the observer of the artillery position nodded towards the imperial general, so Boris immediately waved his hand and shouted: "Fire!"

The knights' front in the left, center, and right directions slowly advanced. The gunners of Midden's army were ordered to open fire on the barbarian army. The central army and the infantry regiments on the flanks also advanced slowly, just waiting for the knights to break through the barbarian shield wall. , fierce hand-to-hand combat begins at any time.

  The pungent gunpowder dispersed along with the rising smoke, and the hot muzzle ejected heavy bullets. The sound of breaking the air came in an instant, and more than ten dangerous arcs were drawn in the air.

   "Ugh!!"

Only one third of the shells fell into the formation of Chaos Warriors, and the leading Chaos Warrior in blackboard armor was even shot through his chest, his tall body fell softly to the ground, the dead couldn't die any longer, and the heavy shells instantly bleed. On the road, along the way, stumps and broken arms were mixed with thick blood plasma, and a miserable cry resounded through the shield wall.

  The archers pressed by the front moved towards the shield wall room. Thousands of bows and crossbows were fired in unison, and a dense rain of arrows slanted down from the sky and fell on the barbarian army.

"Hmm~" The Norsca army flanked, many Norsca people were hit by arrows, their strong bodies were only covered in scribbled leather coats with no protection, screamed, and the formation shook for a while, a barbarian chieftain Standing in the army formation, for a time, more than forty blood eagle banners were erected in the army formation. He held the battle axe: "Don't move! Don't move!!"

On the cross at the top of the blood eagle banner, hang upside down the leaders of the Norsca tribe who have challenged Kamala Dragon Bloodhound for more than forty and a half months. Brutal, the chiefs used fear to dampen morale.

The bombardment effect of fear lasted only until the second round of heavy artillery fire of the imperial army, and the barbarian army with inferior equipment on both flanks kept being shot and killed. The falling arrow feathers are simply delusions, and they are naturally powerless to fight against the dense rain of arrows in the empire.

   One **** road after another was ploughed open by the heavy bullets of the cannon, and even more than ten people fell down at a time. After a round of test firing by the observer, the gunner greatly improved the accuracy.

Of course, the barbarians are not willing to be beaten in vain. Many flying axe berserkers and whale hunters use flying axes, javelins, and harpoons to try to counterattack. The distance between the two sides is destined to be useless. The attack, the northern coalition forces of the empire frantically used arrows to vent their anger, and in the rear position, heavy artillery fired one after another, roaring continuously.

   Boris, who was riding on the back of the Griffin, responded indifferently to this. The Elector waved his hand to signal that the knights should prepare.

   Grand Uric Emir swung the Hammer of Winter, and under the guidance of the Pope, all the Knights of the White Wolf recited the prayer aloud:

   "The blood of Uric makes me unafraid to bleed.

   The oath of Uric makes me not afraid of suffering.

   Uric's Blessing keeps me from fearing death! "

  The war horses neighed, the hooves of the horseshoes swayed on the ground, and the knights lined up in more than 30 conical formations. They erected their lances and great swords, and prepared to charge.

   After the four rounds of salvo, more than a thousand archers and crossbowmen quickly retreated, leaving the battlefield to the knights and infantry regiments. The cannons brought in from Midden also needed a period of ceasefire to cool down.

The    barbarian army also swayed more and more because of the four-round salvo, and the gap became more and more obvious.

"The opportunity is here, knights! For Uric! For the empire! Kill them all!!" Boris held up the rune holy sword "The Leg-biting Blade", he shouted angrily, and the adult griffin beasts were full of wings, dashed down.

   "Charge!!"

   "For Uric!"

   "For Goddess of War!!"

  The army of more than 2,000 heavy armored knights began to move their hooves, and they began to move forward slowly. Within 30 meters, the leader of the lance formation led the knights to complete the charge and accelerate.

   The kingdom knight Laren, who was on the front of the central army, took a deep breath and felt the ups and downs of the imperial army horses under him. He closed his eyes and listened to the voices on the battlefield.

   That is the sound of horses' hooves stepping on the plain, that is the sound of the barbarians' heavy breathing, that is the sound of the brave imperial and northern wasteland barbarians running to death!

   That is, the voice of the Immortal War!

White Wolf Paladin Krill followed behind Grand Commander Axel Wiesenberg, and more than 30 winter wolf cloaks fluttered in the wind, which meant that all the company commanders of the White Wolf Knights were here. Wearing the white wolf battle flag on the shoulders of the commander more than ten meters in front of him, only the angry roars of the knights could be heard.

The High King of Norsca, Vamir Aisling, the pain you brought to the north of the empire, the pain you brought to the Nord kingdom, today, the army south of the Sea of ​​Claws will let you taste, from the ancient empire of the south. anger!

"Go forward!!" On the left wing, the wave of silver-white knights, guided by the white wolf battle flag floating in the air, ran over the plain like rolling thunder, and their warhammers and axe bearers charged with unparalleled anger towards the barbarian army: " Cut off the head of the Kamala Dragon!!"

   "For the Empire!!"

The distance between the two armies was fleeting. The knights rushed across the field like a gust of wind and raging waves. The knights rushed directly to the first line of the barbarian army without looking back. With their shields raised, they huddled desperately, like a group of ghouls feeling their last moments.

  The swamp-dwelling witches and wizards did not sit still. One after another, huge fireballs like oxen bombarded the knights' front, and each strike brought the lives of seven or eight imperial knights.

   At this moment, the power of the imperial mages on the battlefield is far superior to that of the Norsca wizards. With strong cooperation, one spell after another is canceled by the magic of the same number of rings, and both sides control the power of the wind of magic and start a fierce battle.

In the army formation of the Empire, the legendary beast-type mage Olaf Corantono, who was most prized by the White Wolf Elector, and his several apprentices, finally constructed the magic frame. He waved the dead wood staff sharply, An out-of-range feast of crows was immediately caged over the heads of the Norscans.

   Countless black crows summoned out of thin air plunged down, using their sharp beaks to peck at the flesh and blood of the barbarians, breaking up the front lines and casting a shadow at the same time.

  When the first Knight Commander rushed through the barbarian shield wall, after piercing the barbarian's chest with his lance, the heavily armored knights behind him like a tsunami rushed into the barbarian army frantically along the gap.

   "Kill!"

   "Charge!"

"Crack. Pfft." The dense sound of lances breaking, sounded one after another from the left and right flanks of the Norsca army. The weak shields could not stop the lances from charging. Hundreds of thousands of barbarians were on the spot under the impact of the knights. Sudden death, crushed into flesh and clinging to the dirty soil, the sound of gold and iron clashing and the sound of bones shattering were covered by a shriek of ghosts and wolf howls.

   The barbarian plunderers who love to torture their captives fall like wheat in front of the army of knights.

"This is revenge from Oaktown! Die, Yankee!" Nicas Francis shouted angrily. He followed Laren in the charge, and the armored horse under him smashed the Norsca and stabbed him. The short spears were broken one after another, and he smashed the broken lance to the side, and pulled out the rune sword forged by the dwarf rune blacksmith from his waist, and then shouted: "For Laylen, for the oak collar!!"

   "For the Oak Collars!" shouted several knights of the ranger who were under the command of Lallen, who brought the barbarians to death.

The charge was unstoppable. The first, second, and third layers of the Norsca army, the knights pierced all the way to the fifth layer deep in the army. The warriors of Chaos, wearing heavy armor and holding a chaotic halberd, became a tsunami. The cliffs and rocks on the edge keep the Ranger knights out of the front line.

   After a large number of the knocked-off Norsca struggled to get up, they and the remaining tribal warriors gathered towards the front like ants, swung their battle axes, and desperately delayed the momentum of the knights' assault.

  The knights who stopped their charge were instantly surrounded by mad barbarians. They shouted the names of the Four Gods of Chaos and rushed forward desperately.

"Ah, ah, ah!" A knight's warhorse was attacked by a blood dog. After the warhorse was frightened, it raised its front hooves high, and the knight on his back also fell off the warhorse. Several Norsca champion warriors swarmed up and drove him away with a few axes. scoop.

   Attacked by blood dogs mixed in the army formation, the knights were once again in trouble, and they were closely entangled with the barbarian army.

On the right flank of the coalition army, the Maur knights in black armor and holding great swords turned their attack. The silent killing field.

"Knights continue to charge!" In the air, the elector of the white wolf who rode the disaster of the beast swept down rapidly, the sharp claws of the griffin, under the threat of the halberd of the Chaos Warriors, drew a swift **** path, the white wolf Pope Emir was uncertain Swinging the warhammer, the great Uric, who was watched by the wolf god, was in no way unfavorable in the crowd.

  The front line where the fangs are intertwined, Laeren swung the Hammer of Heram left and right, smashing the bravery that the barbarians were proud of to smithereens.

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   A young man who had just graduated from the Hammer guy died suddenly at home. Things are unpredictable, alas. Everyone should pay more attention to their daily work and rest.

   (end of this chapter)

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