Medieval Empire Soldier Chapter 121

   Chapter 121 The night after the war (for subscription)

   Nord Kingdom, Sessenmond City.

In the distance, the provincial capital and the countless villages around it have been reduced to ruins. The prosperous towns and dense settlements of the past have completely become a memory of the past in people's hearts. What remains is only destruction and scorched earth, and only Saisen. During the month of Mond's siege, more than 70,000 civilians and 17,000 troops were killed in the Chaos invasion, which had taken up nearly one-seventh of the Nord kingdom's population.

The southern coalition army of the empire headed by Rick led 2,600 people to die in battle. The most seriously damaged was the imperial provincial legion. The heroic imperial soldiers used their flesh to cast steel lines of defense, which resisted the warriors of chaos. The offensive of the legion and the monsters in the wasteland, the Kronborg Greatsword Legion and the Griffin Legion loyal to the emperor, more than 320 great swordsmen died in the north, and the two combined forces of the north and south of the empire lost nearly 700 knights , This is a huge number, including six half-griffin knights, two inner ring knight commanders of the White Wolf Knights, and the war intensity suffered by the expedition army under Laren's command is not high, and the establishment is relatively intact.

   A grand funeral was held in Sessenmond, who had lifted the siege. Thousands of knights, provincial legions, and all the imperial nobles who came to support participated in this grand funeral.

The remains of Hans Gentry and the six half-griffin knights were placed in the throne room of the Sea Eagle Castle. Their armor was neatly dressed in their lifetimes, and they held swords in their hands on their chests. Hundreds of black and purple molls A garland was placed around the hero's body, and hundreds of lit candles formed a circle of the Imperial Cross. One hundred and fifty Rick's guards and one hundred and fifty White Wolf knights guarded the hero's mourning hall day and night. All around, there were crowds of mourning and mourning people standing around.

Crematoriums built of firewood extend from Seahawk Castle to the fields outside Sessenmonde City. Next to each one stands an imperial knight who participated in the war, and more than 80,000 people from Sesenmonde survived. The Nord people gathered around the long dragon-like wooden platform. They sobbed and mourned. These heroes lying on the wooden platform exchanged their lives for the continuation of the entire city.

   The scene is solemn and solemn. The mourning hall in the Sea Eagle Castle, the knights who died in battle are covered with silk and satin, and the sobbing cry is like an enduring farewell song.

Among them, the one who cried the most was Hans Gentry's son, Adrian Gentry. For Adrian, his father was the most important life mentor in his life. Both father and son were both glorious Rick. The imperial guards once spent more than a dozen epic epics including the Battle of Hemugat and the Battle of Blood Pine Forest.

   Now, Hans Gentry is dead, and Adrian Gentry is the only one left in his family.

Marshal Rick Helbed had a rare expression of sadness. He came to the Son of Heroes. Gentry's champion sword "Dawn Excalibur" was removed from Hans's body and handed to Adrian. : "Hans Gentry entrusted me before the war. If he unfortunately dies, the sword of the Gentry family must be passed down. This sword will belong to you in the future, Adrian Gentry."

   "Father." Adrian tried hard to restrain his grief. He wiped away his tears and shook his head stubbornly: "The Sword of Dawn only belongs to my father, and I am not qualified to inherit it."

   "Follow the command of the marshal! Rick Guard!" Heilberg was as cold and stern as usual.

   Looking at Adrian Gentile, who was subconsciously holding the sword in his hands, and his whole body was tense, Marshal Rick sighed inwardly. The Marshal just patted the guard Rick on the shoulder: "Cry if you want to cry, child."

  After Heilberg left, soon, there was an inconspicuous cry in a corner of the throne room.

Lyren stood in the shadows on the side of the throne room, his name had spread throughout the imperial army, and the honor of killing the champion of Khorne God's Choice Kamala Dragon Bloodhound was added to him. At this moment, the knight of the kingdom is in the limelight. No two.

Lailun's face was serious, he looked at Adrian Gentry with some sympathy, and the Kamala Dragon Bloodhound, who was walking in the frenzied blood fog, was beyond the realm of mortals. The Griffin Knight and the Elector of the White Wolf severely damaged the Khorne God's Chosen Champion and the purifying power of the Imperial Cross Flag, and faced the defeat of Kamala Dragon alone.

  The imprint of the twin-tailed comet endowed Lallen with extremely high magic resistance and immunity to mind control. The purification of the Flare Art also restrained the crazy will of the Blood God, and everything seemed destined.

"Alas" when he sighed, the one-eyed Boris Todbringer came up from behind, and the Elector of the White Wolf who took off his helmet patted the shoulders of the kingdom knights, his tone full of pride and pride: "Oh Kill the kingdom knight Laylen chosen by the Chaos God, you are the legendary hero of the empire!"

"My Elector." Lailun hurriedly bowed and saluted, Boris raised his arms with both hands, the elite Teutonic guards looked at him with admiration and admiration, while the White Wolf Elector was full of joy Looking at Laylen with a smile, he patted it again and said, "Well! Sure enough, there is a heroic momentum, from the Earl of Draven to the east of Kronborg? Right! It's the pride of the northern provinces of our empire!"

Laylen shook his head gently, his eyes looking between the hundreds of candles in the throne room: "They are the real heroes of the empire, the dead save the continuation of the living from the dark evil god, just like the top of Middenheim. Like the eternal flame, it shines through the eternal night."

"Your Excellency Lallen, please stand at the front of the throne room." At this time, Elector Theodoric Geisel of Nord, who was in the first row of the throne room, took the initiative to find Lallen, his eyes were a little red and swollen, Tears continued to flow from the corners of his eyes: "The Nord Kingdom will always be grateful for your help, so that the countless Nord people who died under the slaughter of the barbarians can rest in peace. Please come to the front."

   "Your Excellency the Elector." To be invited by an elector with a grateful heart is an honor that many people dare not dream of.

Lailun just wanted to refuse, but the two electors next to him did not give him the slightest chance to refuse. Surrounded by the Seahawk Guards and Teutonic Guards, the Knights of the Northern Kingdom were in the eyes of everyone with admiration and awe. , walked to the front of the throne room step by step. When he took a firm position, the Emperor Karl Franz, who was further ahead, was nodding respectfully to him.

"The war is over for the time being, warriors of the Empire, we have lost too many of our compatriots in the past three days." The Seahawk Castle of the Elector Nord, the Imperial Emperor Karl Franz in the magnificent throne room, He raised his Elector Sword: "The empire will live forever! Let us pay tribute to the heroes who died in defending their homeland!"

   "Salute!" In the throne room, hundreds of knights raised their swords in unison.

  Lyren took a deep breath, he closed his eyes, feeling the wave of enthusiasm, and then drew his long sword: "Salute!"

  In the city, a long fire dragon was lit, and the city was full of mourning crowds, who bowed their heads in silence for the dead heroes.

   "Duoo~duoo~duoo~" At the same time, the big clock tower in Sessenmond City rang three majestic and powerful sea eagle horns, echoing throughout the city, until the mountains in the distance, endless.

After the grand funeral, the terrifying and rotten situation of the Nord Kingdom still makes it impossible to start. The Nord Kingdom in the south is already in ruins, except for the area further south, which is less than one-twentieth of the whole territory, which has not been captured and plundered. The barren Nord is like the land plowed by nails. The towns that have been worked hard for generations have disappeared overnight, the flames have swallowed everything, and even the stone buildings have been maliciously demolished by the barbarians and turned into useless garbage. .

In fact, the whole of Sessenmonde is in a state of chaos. The barbarians have invaded the city many times, and the Yankees will **** everything when they see it. There is not a complete door where they pass. If it is not carried by the imperial southern army led by the emperor With a large amount of food supported from Ivyland, the city will face the danger of widespread famine.

Marshal Rick led 1,500 knights and some provincial troops to continue to pursue the barbarians who fled east and west. It took a long time to clear the small groups of looters to eradicate them. After the battle of Sesenmonde, 12,000 The barbarian army had more than 8,000 casualties, and the remaining 3,000 defeated troops could not be underestimated. It would take at least three years for the Nord Kingdom to recover after the war.

As for the hundreds of Norscans who were captured on the battlefield, except for a few dozen of the more robust ones who were sent to the headquarters of the White Wolf Knights in Middenheim, they were used as trial enemies for the apprentice White Wolf Knights. The old, weak, sick and disabled, the electors gave a unanimous opinion and all were executed.

   At night, on the high tower of the inner fort of Seahawk Castle.

The highest and safest spire was assigned to the Emperor of the Empire and his entourage. The decoration of the room is full of northern style and is quite luxurious. Karl Franz, the Grand Prince of Rikland and the Lord of Altdorf, stands. In front of the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, the eyes full of wisdom looked at the brightly lit Imperial Barracks for several miles outside the city of Sesenmond.

   Just now, with the exception of Adrian Gentry, who was still in grief, who was summoned by the emperor, even the attendants were not allowed to enter. No one dared to disturb the emperor.

Karl, who stood behind the French window, felt very sorry for Hans Gentry's sacrifice. The Gentry family had been loyal to Prince Rick's family for nearly three hundred years. After losing such a brave and loyal knight, the emperor could only secretly Sigh.

   At the same time, he was thinking about the outcome of this war.

  The death of Kamala Dragon Bloodhound means a lot.

  The right-hand man of the Supreme King of Norsca, the god-chosen champion of the evil **** who made countless tragedies, and the nightmare of the human kingdoms in the old world. With a long list of terrifying names attached, his death means more.

   Especially the peculiar northern kingdom knight Laeren who finally beheaded him, he bears the name of "North" and broke the delicate balance of the political struggle between the north and the south in the Nord kingdom, which had to make the emperor weigh more affairs.

  Karl Franz was still thinking about the influence and imperial authority he could gain from the war when his door rang.

  “Dong Dong Dong~”

   "Your Majesty, can we go in?" A voice came from outside the door.

"Please come in." The emperor knew who was coming as soon as he heard the voice. The minaret where he was located was heavily guarded, with four floors up and down. More than 60 Rick guards were always on guard, and they could approach and have sufficient authority to the palace without notification. Courtiers and nobles, only a handful.

Elvis Elector Marior Redolf ​​wriggled the silver-plated doorknob and appeared, dressed in an ochre-yellow southern aristocratic robe and a slanted iris hat. Officer Ludwig entered the room one after another.

   "Your Majesty."

   "My Great Alchemist."

Karl Franz turned and sat on the big armchair. He could not forget Geert's outstanding performance in the Battle of Sessenmonde. The magic of the piety gate was manipulated by the great alchemist, and hundreds of people turned into gold. Statues of Chaos Warriors still stand on the plains to this day.

The Emperor    asked, "Have the affairs of the military camp been settled?"

"It's easy to handle, my majesty, only less than 30% of the military rations brought in from Ivy have been lost, leaving a part to fill the granary of Sesenmond, enough for the city to support for two weeks, but two Our army will not be able to sustain the food for the next week." Marius Redolf ​​replied with a nod, he moved a chair, and then handed Carl Furlan some of the orders he needed to sign. tz.

"The loss is less than 30%. Hmph, these moths dare to exploit and deduct the food and grass used to fight against the barbarians." After the treatment: "After the war, the administrative structure of the Empire needs a big change from the top to the bottom."

"Support!" Marior Redolf ​​said with a smile: "There is good news, Your Majesty, we have seized loot worth more than fifty thousand gold coins in the camp where the barbarians are stationed, and there are countless rare metals that have been seized. The huge profits are enough to rebuild the city of Sessenmond, and as for the increasing salaries of the provincial legions, at least for a short time, there is no need to worry anymore.”

   "Hmm." Karl Franz's main focus was not on these, and he answered absently.

The main purpose of Norsca's southward plunder is to obtain food and necessities for the tribe to survive, and even most of the northern ports will secretly trade with the barbarians, and the northern wasteland blown by the chaotic magic wind has spawned countless Ore veins, wealth, inexhaustible precious metals, resources exchanged by the Norsca tribes along the coast of the Claw Sea, and even the most important source of ore in some provinces, these things, the emperor is well aware of .

   "Your Majesty? Are you tired?" Ai Wei led the elector mistakenly thought that the emperor was absent-minded because he was tired, and he was about to retire when he got up.

"No, Rydolph, sit down." The emperor raised his hand and pressed it, poured two glasses of wine for the two of them at the same time, and revealed what he was thinking about to the Elector of Ivy, who had always supported him: "You still Remember that old prophecy?"

   "The twin-tailed comet pierces the sky, and Sigmar's incarnation will come."

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