Medieval Empire Soldier Chapter 96

  Chapter 96 Ninety-six Norsca Supreme King Vamir Aisling (please subscribe)

  The North Shore of the Sea of ​​Claws, the Northern Wasteland, the Dragon Egg Peninsula of Ice Dragon Fjord.

Between the Howling Mountains and the Pain Mountains, in the long and narrow northern land, from the Bjorlin assembly site and the Gaerlin assembly place, thousands of Norsca barbarian armies, hundreds of barbarian tribes, legendary Abominations are gathering in the hills.

They are all warriors who believe in Chaos, from the lowest level of Norsca raiders, to barbarian champion warriors, and ambitious champions. Under the darkness, a desperate army of tens of thousands is marching south. In the cold wind, hundreds of Slaves were strung on pickets and spread all over the road, and the scorching blood of the blood crow sacrificing the flag kept dripping on the poles.

  The warriors of the northern wasteland went to the south with hatred and bloodthirsty on the blood of slaves.

  In the imperial fortress surrounded by wind and frost along the coast of Dragon Egg Peninsula.

   Even though the whole old world is in the midsummer season, it is still cold and windy here, and the stingy sun has not benefited the Far North Wasteland at all.

  The Nord Land has been in poor harvest year after year, and where the barbarians have plundered, the people have been displaced and have no stable place to live. The gods seem to have abandoned the hard ice land, and the pain of the Norsca barbarian invasion last year has not yet eased.

The army stationed in the imperial fortress is very hard. They have to face not only the severe cold, but also the loneliness, the infested Norsca barbarians, many terrifying demonic creatures and even unclean things. Frighteningly, they also face the encroachment of the evil god's whispers and the corruption of Chaos.

The soldiers here have served for more than seventeen years at the longest. From green and strong black hair to white hair, the chaotic magic wind blows unscrupulously over the wasteland. Many soldiers' bodies have mutated during the long-term garrison. Some have seven or even nine fingers, some have bifurcated tongues, some have lizard-like scales and fins, and the worst will grow a second head and multiple pairs of eyes.

In the south of the empire, if you grow extra fingers, witch hunters will be arrested and burned at the stake the next day, and the Nordland is seriously lacking in reinforcements. They have paid so much blood to defend the northern coastline of the empire that the imperial fortress The guards inside have only a slight mutation. They will cut off their extra limbs and continue to serve. Once there is a serious mutation, the officers will be merciless and immediately executed.

   There is no sanatorium, no warm fire, no place to drink and drink.

  In the entire fortress, there is only a dilapidated shrine to the **** of white wolves, Uric, that maintains the faith in the hearts of the imperial army.

  The defenders silently endured loneliness and watched in the far north wasteland.

The cold wind and frost have created the stubbornness of the Nords. Since two thousand years ago, their ancestors, the Florence people, have sacrificed in the battlefield against the barbarians. They are the unyielding believers of Uric, the descendants of the Florence people, willing to Sacrifice everything in order to defend Nord, just to let the fire continue and pass.

It was night time, the wind and snow were whistling outside, and the inside of the fortress was extremely cold. The Nord-led defenders hid in stone houses and simple wooden houses to keep warm. The walls were covered with a thin layer of frost, and the indoor temperature did not exceed five degrees. Breathe out. It was foggy, and the soldiers had only worn coats to wear, wrapped in thin quilts and blankets, and huddled together in groups of three or five. The howls of direwolf could be heard outside the house, and the soldiers shivered in the dark night.

The ships that deliver supplies come every six months, but there are often errors of two or three months, and the longest one arrives after eleven months. The Dark Elf Slave Fleet, Chaos Storm, Pirate Fleet, etc., are all reasons for the difficulty in supplying.

   The days of half hunger and half fullness began last autumn.

   Even if the conditions were rough and difficult, the rationing was very difficult. After several months of siege, the granary in the fortress was empty.

The daily quota of one and a half kilograms of brown bread, a small amount of sea salt, and vegetables based on the root is not so much a meal, but it is better to say that I have been drinking soup, and the fleet that brought supplies is late again. month, and the food left from the last time was only enough to last for another four days.

   After eating the food, what can the defenders eat?

   Nobody knows.

   "Goo~~" On the city wall in the dark night, Cinco Brick covered his stomach with one hand and leaned on the halberd with one hand.

His complexion was yellow, his face was covered with wind and frost, and he was frozen stiff. He looked like he was in his early thirties, with a fur kite cap hanging down to protect his ears, his mouth was full of vomit and bitter taste, and his weak stomach turned overturned and hungry. sound.

Cinco Brick is the second company commander of the Nordland Marine Corps at Fireplace Fortress. In the early spring of this year, he just passed his twenty-sixth birthday in his life. He remembered very clearly that birthday. It was not a barbecue, but a ball of snow, and his hands were cracked by the frost. Cinco Brick arrived at the fireplace fortress from his seventeenth birthday, and watched the frontier of order for nine years.

"Captain Brick!" The halberdier, who was also a Nord-led Marine Corps, walked towards him. He was also a young man. He looked younger than Cinco. There seemed to be something bulging around his waist. He just held back his hunger. Cinco Brick stood up straight, and when he heard someone call him, he forced a smile: "Curry, what's the matter?"

The young man named Currie strode forward. He carefully touched the bulge of the animal skin cloak, looked around, and there was no one around. He took out a dirty cloth from the cloak, and carefully opened the seal. A faint smell of barbecue lingered on the tip of the human nose.

"This is a roasted snow rabbit? Where did you catch it?" Cinco Brick stared at it with wide eyes, a black mass of roast meat, roughly like a snow rabbit, his abdominal cavity was aroused by the aroma of roast meat, He subconsciously swallowed.

"Hey, when we were out on patrol two days ago, old Benjamin and I made a few traps. With the blessing of Tar, we were lucky and caught two snow rabbits." Corey laughed, and he turned half of the roasted snow rabbits. The meat was torn open and stuffed into Cinco Brick's hands: "Company commander, you usually help me a lot. When you're hungry, you'll give me half the bread. It's more kissable than relatives. I remember it all in my heart."

  "." Cinco looked at the barbecue in his hand with mixed feelings.

  In the fortress with snow and wind, food is hope, and it also means the continuation of life.

The young Corey was tearing up the snow rabbit meat, smashing it and smashing its mouth. Seeing the appearance of Cinco Brick, he hurriedly whispered: "Captain Brick, eat quickly, if someone finds out, We must all be hanged for food possession! Eat, eat!"

   "Thank you, Corey." The second company commander nodded, and the young halberdier in front of him smiled honestly.

   He slowly tore off a piece of rib and chewed it in his mouth.

The dry and hard snow rabbit meat is warm, obviously Currie has been keeping it in the cloak to keep warm. , I'm afraid it's not even worth four copper coins.

  Cincobrick was reluctant to swallow it.

  Maybe it was because of the gluttony, Currie was a little choked, he patted his chest, grabbed a large amount of snow from the battlements, stuffed it into his mouth, and the entrance turned into ice water and swallowed it.

  Xinke took out the leather water bag, which contained clean snow water and added a little salt: "I will give you strength and moisten your throat."

   After saying that, he stuffed the remaining half of the snow rabbit meat into his arms, wanting to save it for the next time he was hungry.

The young halberdier gulped down half the bag, licked his lips, and wiped the corners of his mouth, he smiled and asked, "By the way, Captain Brick, this is the ninth one you are stationed in the fireplace fortress. Is it old? I heard that your name is on the roster for retirement this year, and you can go back to Nord soon, but don't forget to give me a message to my family.”

"I'm not sure." Cinco shook his head with a smile, he took the water bag and looked at the ice field in front of him: "Nine years, from the age of seventeen to the snow on the Dragon Egg Peninsula, until now , since the fifth year, the family has never sent me a letter, who can I go back to now? Except for the father and a young brother whose life and death are unknown, the younger generation of the family, like the older generation, all died in In the hands of the Norscan barbarians, there is no difference."

"It's better to live than to die, Captain Brick, you should go back and spend a few days comfortably. Find a daughter-in-law from Midden, and get married and have a few children. It's much better than this ice and snow." The young halberdier clicked his tongue, and he tightened the animal skin cloak, and the cold wind poured in from his ankles, and his lower body shivered coldly.

  Cinco Brick did not speak, his weathered face was full of exhaustion, and he sat by the wall for a while.

  The fire on the city wall emits a faint flame, barely illuminating a range of two or three meters, and the warmth seems to be out of place here.

  If nothing else, a blizzard will blow in the second half of the night, and by then, even the Norscan Yankees will not be able to withstand the biting cold and dagger-like thin ice.

Currie continued to eat the roasted snow rabbit meat, and he ate all of it. He glanced boredly at the snow field outside the fortress, and cursed at the weather with his unique Nord accent. The guards worked in shifts, day and night. The two groups of people will have to train and be on duty again during the day tomorrow.

   He wrapped his animal skin cloak tightly, lay comfortably by the fire, and soon fell asleep.

   Delicious food, pretty girls, barley wine, all things that are not found in fireplace fortresses, can be found in dreams.

   Shortly after the young halberdiers fell asleep, a huge Norsca army, braved the blizzard, gradually approached the fireplace fortress beside the Ice Dragon Fjord, and they will sacrifice all southerners in the name of the evil god.

In the icy cold wind, the High King of Norsca, "Sword of the Black Heart" Valmy Aslin, a legendary Norsca warlord of high rank in the Sanctuary, rode on his Frost Demon Dragon mount Garroslav, waiting for On the edge of a mountain cliff not far from the fireplace fortress, three people stood behind them.

His most trusted lieutenant and personal champion warrior Kamararon Bloodhound, Khorne's chosen champion warrior, and a human outcast who was banished from the Silver Tower of Chaos Tzeentch realm, Torina Ingerson, a subordinate Sixty-six god-respected dreads of Tzeentch sorcerers.

Snag Ripper, the owner of Bjorlin's assembly area, he is the most ambitious of the Norsca warlords just conquered by the Norsca Supreme King, and Ulfric Wanderer is the enemy of life and death .

Surrounding the side of the High King of Norsca, sixteen riding Khorne steel bulls, known as the "Sword of Ugin", the Chaos God's Chosen Warriors, each holding a heavy axe and a brass battle shield, a blood-red flame cage. On the blade of the axe, the heavy plate armor from the hands of the demon blacksmith in the Chaos Demon Realm is enough to make people dread.

  The blood of the Southerners washed the red body armor, the Knights of the White Wolf, the Knights of the Sun, the Winged Cavalry, and even the Knights of the Holy Grail, the most powerful knights in the entire old world have fought against them,

Two hundred warriors of Chaos God's Choice armed with halberds, they are the blood ally of the Norsca Supreme King "Blood Raven Butcher", guarding their loyalists, each accompanied by the Norsca Supreme King Varmy ·Aislyn fights the wasteland, the old world, and Ulthuan of the elves.

In a Norsca hunt, the Blood Raven Butchers cooperated with the Norsca Supreme King, killed a star dragon in battle, and used its scales to make dragon scale armor, which is also the plate on Valmy Aisling's body. armor.

"My king, Eric 'Red-Eyed' failed. He was killed by the high elf's sword and beheaded by the high elf who inherited the will of Aenarion." Tzeentch Warlock Torina Ing Sen stared at the blue fireworks playing in the bird's claws, he turned towards the tall Norsca Supreme King covered in black iron dragon scaly armor, and smiled sullenly: "He is doomed to fail, my king, Norsca Supreme King It will only be yours, and Norsca will be yours!"

   "Shut your beak! Birdman! The blood **** hates your voice!" Kamala Dragon Bloodhound, the deputy of the Supreme King of Norsca, shouted angrily, as dull as thunder, full of anger.

"Hehehe" Tzeentch laughed like a crow, like the mourning music of the dead: "I am the banished outcast, Kamala Dragon Bloodhound, your blood **** hates only the God of Wisdom, and I will Lead his favorite warrior to the power of the Uncrowned King."

   "Damn!"

With a sound of    "Hu!", the Khorne God's Choice Champion, who was over 2.6 meters tall, raised his skull tomahawk and slashed at the Tzeentch Warlock. He was angry with the Birdman chanting his name.

Under Snag Ripper's interested gaze, the Khorne God's Choice champion only hacked into a scattered group of blue flame feathers, shadows flashed, and Tzeentch appeared behind the Kamala Dragon, and an obscure incantation was uttered. , a dark abyss appeared out of thin air, the twisted space, frantically pulled the body of the tall god-chosen warrior.

   "Roar!" The blood **** champion warrior turned a blind eye, and the skull tomahawk smashed down again, smashing the thick ice, and cracks spread from the soles of his feet.

"Enough!" "Sword of Black Heart" Valmy Aslin was wearing dragon scaly armor and holding the Sword of Frost Mourning, and the aura from the evil **** erupted from his body: "Snag Ripper, I Order you to destroy that southerner fortress! Grant them death, and bring victory to the true God!"

  The Tzeentch Warlock and the Khorne God's Chosen Champion immediately stopped, no matter how powerful the warrior was, he would not dare to disobey the High King's order.

   "Yes, my king!" The former ruler of Bjorlin's assembly area, he was willing to condescend to bow and mount the Chaos Warhorse in one fell swoop.

  The horn of the attack sounded, and what followed was the end of the Southerners.

   Ask for tickets and subscriptions!

so sleepy.

   (end of this chapter)

Chapter end