The Sun King's Evidence

In the year 2520 of the Imperial Calendar, a decisive battle began in a swamp ten kilometers outside Newland.

It was still raining in the sky, and the army of King Harold of Obion seemed to have become accustomed to the endless rainy season in Obion. When the armies of both sides lined up and tried to enter the battlefield, no one took the initiative to attack.

Because there is a large swamp in the center of the battlefield on both sides, which is extremely muddy and has no road. No matter who it is, the side that takes the initiative to attack is bound to endure a difficult offensive battle.

What's even more troublesome is that Harold's army contains a large number of monster warbands. These monster warbands are chaotically commanded but fierce in combat power. Due to the addition of Tzeentch's army, Harold has more numbers than the knightly army. wizard.

The cavalry brigade that the Brittanians are proud of cannot rush through the swamps to encircle them, so they must face the barbarians head-on. This is what Harold hopes. Once they fall into a large-scale melee, the barbarians will The man is obviously more dominant than the Breton.

As for the other side of the battlefield, Ryan, riding the gryphon Imperius, was also observing Harold's formation.

"The barbarians arranged their armies in two lines, and the central army formed an extremely tight shield wall." Ryan said to the marshals: "On both sides are large groups of monster war gangs, while the most elite barbarian champion warriors and Tzeentch wizards hid At the very back.”

"Your Majesty, if we attack forcefully, we will inevitably face the barbarians' solid shield wall and the attack of chaos magic." Francois said to Ryan: "Suppose we rush to the shield wall, we will inevitably face the barbarians' strongest attack." close combat, which is not good for us."

"Yes, Your Majesty, this is not good for us." Kalad also said.

"Yeah." Ryan looked at Harold's military formation from a distance. Due to Obien's special terrain and weird weather, the advantages of the knightly army could not be brought into play, including artillery, and naturally including the knight's attack. The barbarian in front of him was very Will choose a place.

However, the chivalry army also has its own advantages.

First of all, although the troops under Ryan's command come from the major principalities of Britannia, the vast majority of them are professional or semi-professional soldiers. No matter how bad the many serf infantry regiments are, most of them have participated in many wars and have rich combat experience. experience.

Moreover, in terms of military equipment and weapons alone, the equipment of the Brittanian soldiers is not comparable to that of the barbarian army. Most of the barbarians only have cloth armor and leather armor as protective gear, so the Brittanian army is considered to be serf infantry. They were also equipped with breastplates and leather armor, and the elites even had chain mail and scale armor, and everyone wore iron helmets.

Secondly, although the muskets cannot be used, the Brittany army is still equipped with thousands of archers and crossbowmen. More than a dozen mortars have also been pulled out and are preparing to load ammunition, as well as those Brittany Knights, in fact, although the muddy swamp makes it difficult for the knights to play their role, Ryan holds the magical scroll carefully crafted by Morgiana.

Eight-ring magic, galloping in the clouds.

Then the problem is very simple.

Lane ordered the army to be divided into three, with the left wing commanded by Francois, the right wing commanded by Callard, and his own Royal Guards and Davout's Musilon Army as the center, forming a three-line formation just like ancient Rome. , the archers were at the front, the infantry at the back, and the heavy cavalry and the Old Guard at the back.

In the wet drizzle of Obien, war is about to break out.

The unique thick fog in Obien made the vision unclear, and even the barbarian army in the distance was looming, so he focused his attention on the Nord Marine Corps. Frankly speaking, this elite force was no better than the Brita. Many of Nia's armies are stronger, but there's something special about this Marine Corps.

They are particularly good at fighting enemies on beaches, storms, rainy seasons, and swamps, which are almost all found on Obion Island, so Ryan specifically named this army to come to support.

The general of the Nord Marine Corps is named Sigurdsson, and his nickname is Nord "Cannon". He is said to be brave in battle, but also has a hot temper. He is a veteran, and his temples are slightly frosted. Who knows? I don't know which general he is in this army. The only thing that is certain is that this old general is not willing to obey Ryan's orders. He was ordered to line up in the second row and seemed a little unmotivated.

"You don't seem to be optimistic about our war?" Ryan rode down from the sky on a griffon, and then asked Sigurdsson: "Do you think we will lose?"

"We will not lose, I just feel tired." Sigurdsson shook his head: "Very tired."

"Very tired? In fact, I think we are the energetic side. The barbarians on the opposite side marched 120-150 kilometers in four days to reach us, but we rested for four days, and you Nords also rested for two days. Why are you tired?" Ryan asked casually.

"If it's just a battle, we are full of energy." Sigurdsson exhaled, his beard already wet by the rain: "But if it's Nord, do you know that before you prepare? Before the Taani appeared, we Nords and these damn barbarians were already fighting this war. We don't need your orders, we know how to win this war ourselves."

Ryan let out a long sigh, not knowing what to say, and Marshal Rokossovsky came to Ryan's side. Marshal Luo said lightly: "The same is true for us, Your Majesty, Mrs. Kisler and Ugor People have been fighting barbarians for more than a thousand years just to survive.”

"But before that!" Rokossovsky suddenly pulled out his sword and put it on Sigurdsson's throat. Luo Shuai's expression became extremely serious and even filled with hatred: "Nords, I don't You are allowed to speak like this to His Majesty the Great Knight King."

"What? Ugor, you want to kill me?" General Sigurdsson also drew his sword: "Then you can come, I know you, Konstantin Konstantinovich Rokoso Fsky, Nord has your name, so do you want to try it?"

"Enough! General Sigurdsson." Ryan lowered his head and glanced at the Nord general: "Listen to my order and don't let me say it a second time!"

A groundless fear almost engulfed the Nord general's soul. He could feel the substantial pressure coming from the Sun King. The old general could be sure that if he really disobeyed orders, Ryan would It would literally kill him.

"Let your Marines wait for my orders." Ryan said coldly.

Sigurdsson nodded silently.

Then, the King of Knights signaled the horn to blow.

Just under the early morning sun, the battle begins!

The serf archers, longbowmen and crossbowmen of Britannia trudged forward in the swamps amidst the neat drumbeats and the orders of the knight lords. Their team was somewhat scattered but did not appear chaotic, and on the knight's road Opposite the army, the barbarians formed what may be the tightest shield wall in history. They used round shields to cover the front and top. Under the rain and thick fog, it looked like a small city wall. indestructible.

One row, two rows, three rows, and extremely dense shield walls formed several rows. The barbarian warriors united closely under Harold's order and did not intend to give the Brittanians any chance.

"put!"

"Fire the arrow!"

Dense arrows like rain flew towards the huge shield wall of the barbarians. Most of the thrown arrows hit the shield and bounced away. Obviously, bows and crossbows had no effect against this kind of turtle shell formation.

"Let the archers stop firing arrows." Ryan then ordered: "Let the soldiers press on!"

"Veronica! It's up to you." Ryan shouted towards Veronica.

Veronica nodded. She stood on her own Light Magic Vehicle and began to condense magic. Due to the short time and terrain reasons, Veronica's Light Magic Vehicle has not yet been modified to the Land Cruiser. Ryan had to be grateful. This was the right decision, as the Land Cruiser would have struggled to function in this hellhole called Obion.

At the same time, under the operation of engineers, more than a dozen mortars began to fire towards the barbarian shield wall. Amidst the roar of the wind, the fragmentation bombs flew into the air, drawing a perfect parabola.

"Boom!" The explosion opened several small holes in the barbarian shield wall, but at this time the Brittanian army was still quite far away from the barbarian shield wall. Chaos wizards cast spells one after another. Chaos magic blocked the power of the mortars and strengthened the defense of the shield wall. Hundreds of magic light bombs blasted the advancing soldiers. Then, Veronica's witch group began to play its role. The magical duel between the two sides went back and forth in the sky.

The infantry advanced slowly against this pressure. They walked two to three hundred meters in the muddy swamp for nearly half an hour. When the Breton army approached the barbarian shield wall with shields from three directions, At this time, the barbarians were in commotion, and hundreds of berserkers and barbarian warriors could not help but rush out of the shield wall to fight the damn Nanguo.

"Hold still! Don't move!" Harold galloped among the array on his Norscan horse. He loudly ordered his army not to move casually. The barbarians reluctantly obeyed his order and decided to use javelins and The flying axes fired back. While remaining still, the Brittanians who were first in front were knocked down by flying axes and javelins. The soldiers behind who were eager for military glory continued to rush forward, using their shields to block the thrown weapons. They acted like barbarians. When people roared in unison in praise of the Four Gods of Chaos, the Brittanians finally began to take steps. The swordsmen tightened their grip on their swords, the spearmen lowered their weight, and the halberdiers raised their chests.

Like an iron fist, the Brittanian army smashed into the rows of shield walls of the barbarians.

"It's begun!" Ryan muttered silently.

The battle was fierce from the beginning. The brave Bretons knew that their king was watching them. The sound of weapons hitting the shield wall clanged one after another on the battlefield, and then pierced into the flesh and spears clashed. Shields and sharp swords cut through the armor. The halberdiers used the sharp halberd blades to split the wooden shields of the barbarians. The barbarian battle axes left deep marks on the breastplates of the Bretons. In the depression, the two sides fought together. Along the two-kilometer-long front, the two sides engaged in full battle.

Not only does it seem a bit boring to fight like this, the battle between the two sides is like the purest war of attrition.

But there was no other way, there was no other choice in fighting in the swamp.

"I now suspect that this Harold must have gone to Rome to work as a barbarian palace guard." Ryan said to Rokossovsky who was standing next to him: "This turtle shell formation is really skilled."

Rokossovsky didn’t quite understand what Rome was, but he knew what the turtle shell formation and palace guards were, so the marshal calmly replied: “Your Majesty, the turtle shell formation is only useful under certain circumstances. Now we just need to let our The troops are pressing forward continuously, and the barbarians cannot withstand our attack."

"But this will cost us more casualties." Ryan seemed to be thinking about the pros and cons.

"What we need now is patience." Luo Shuai did not follow Ryan's words, but turned his attention to the battlefield.

The loud military song "La Marseillaise" gradually overwhelmed the war cries of the barbarians. After fighting for more than half an hour, the Brittanians began to gradually gain the upper hand. The soldiers brought by Ryan were all brave and capable veterans. , they advanced steadily under the command of Francois and Callard, fighting steadily, forcing the barbarians to gradually retreat. Each explosion of the mortar fire could cost the barbarians more than a dozen lives. Some barbarian champions used Great swords and giant axes swept across the battlefield, and their appearance once caused the balance of the battlefield to swing back and forth.

But the number of barbarian champions was far less than that. François waved his hand coldly, and the Winford Unicorn Guards appeared. These elites of the principality advanced together with halberds and swords, chopping the barbarian champions into pieces. .

"Flaming Skull!" A flaming skull of more than ten meters burned through an entire row of shield walls. Veronica's magic was activated. The witch group successfully suppressed the magic of the Chaos Wizards. The female speaker stood on the Light Demon. Then cast the spell.

"Meteorite Technique!" A meteorite with a diameter of more than ten meters exploded in the barbarian army formation, and the entire shield wall formation was shattered. The barbarians still tried their best to maintain their defense line, but under Veronica's indiscriminate bombing Next, their poor discipline finally began to have some minor problems. Many young and stormy barbarian warriors and berserker warriors forgot Harold's orders and rushed out of the originally tight array. They may have hoped to pass through the fearless The charge reversed the situation, but this did not help them at all. Instead, it plunged their military formation into chaos. These reckless fools not only lost their lives in vain, but even disrupted their own lines.

Ryan watched this scene with satisfaction. The King of Knights knew that the bloody courage of the barbarians would not only not help them in this war, but would instead make them fall into the swamp and become lambs to be slaughtered. But just when Ryan planned to When he ordered more troops to launch a fatal blow, a dragon roar suddenly came from the sky, and a chaos dragon rushed out of the thick fog and rain in Obien, rushing directly towards the Britannia army formation. !

"dragon!"

"It's a dragon!"

The Chaos Demonic Dragon passed by from low altitude, and it breathed out dark red Chaos Dragon Breath. In an instant, hundreds of Brittanians were swallowed up by the flames and turned into charcoal.

Chosen by Tzeentch, the Empire's former Great Mage of Light of the Academy of Light, Egrim von Horstmann arrives on the battlefield!

The powerful Chosen of Tzeentch laughed wildly and showed off the Chaos Dragon given to him by Tzeentch. He raised his staff, and a colorful flame storm instantly swallowed up the entire company of Breton Halberdiers. Brittany The demi-humans instantly changed from an orderly military formation to a group of chaotic individuals. Harold got some breathing space, and he quickly ordered the army to reorganize.

However, when Egrim von Horstmann tried to use magic again to expand his victory, Ryan riding the griffon Imperius had already appeared in front of him.

Sky-blue spiritual energy enveloped Egrim's body, and a star dragon emerged from the void. Its eyes were like lightning, and its claws were burning with pale flames. It grabbed the chaos dragon and slapped it away.

Egrim did not dare to neglect. He screamed loudly and released a colorful chain composed of a thousand ravens and a hundred Tzeentch flames, heading straight for Ryan.

Ryan easily stretched out his hand and held a hundred chains in his palm. The Tzeentch flames on the colorful chains made his palms sizzle and even become a little scorched. However, as he tightened his grip on the chains, Egrim was horrified to discover that the colorful chains were The chain was losing control, and the power of Tzeentch on it was gradually transformed into pure and dazzling purifying spiritual energy. At the same time, Ryan condensed his power, and ten bald eagles flew out from the light and shadow behind him, preying and hunting to their heart's content. The raven that killed Egrim.

The Chosen of Tzeentch quickly gave up his colorful chains. He poured his soul and power into the raven, and his body transformed into three phantoms, each phantom blending into the hallucinations and smoke of the warp.

Ryan's calm face did not show any trace of confusion. He recited the ancient mysterious language in his mouth, clicked his fingers, and spit out three mysterious ancient holy runes from his mouth. Each rune suppressed the originally violent magic. The wind and the flames of Tzeentch continued to retreat under the power of the runes. Punishment lightning and starlight one after another bombarded the surface of Egrim's soul. Each rune corresponded to a phantom.

"Ahhhhh!" Black blood spurted out from all seven of Egrim's orifices. He struggled in agony. His soul was turned into ashes under Ryan's wave after wave of bombardment, just like under the sun. of ice cubes, melting layer by layer.

"It's over." At this time, five Gray Knight recruits had unknowingly taken their positions. They chanted the emperor's holy name together, and five psychic punishments blocked Egrim's retreat. The blue raven of the Chosen fell from the sky like raindrops, and was slaughtered into nothingness by the bald eagle. A large stream of black blood spurted out from the seven orifices of the Chosen of Tzeentch and then melted. Egrim was still struggling. By that time, Ryan had already used his spiritual energy to condense a silver spear of light.

The Chosen God of Tzeentch was about to escape, but Lion's time domain had enveloped him. A river of time belonging to the original body of the Gray Knight imprisoned Egrim. The silver spear of light struck, and Egrim struggled to use his sword and staff. To resist: "Don't even think about it!"

The magic sword and long staff were instantly shattered, burning ashes swirled in the air, the light spear penetrated Egrim's body, purifying spiritual energy was injected into his body, and his flesh, flesh and bones melted in the dazzling light. , along with his soul, turned into nothingness: "No...it can't be like this..."

The unknown black metal that made up the Chaos Cursed Plate Armor melted and flowed down as the light spear disappeared, bubbling hot.

The whole process took only five minutes. The Chosen of Tzeentch, Egrim von Horstmann, the former Archmage of Light who had caused countless disasters and losses to the empire, died in Obien.

The Chaos Demonic Dragon fled in panic, realizing that it could not be a match for the divine enemy in front of it.

After successfully dealing with Egrim, Ryan refocused his attention on the battlefield. The Sun King raised Thor's hammer, and the psychic light beam shot straight into the sky.

The dark clouds faded away, the rain stopped suddenly, and the sun set in the sky above Obien for the first time in a long time.

The war continued, and Ryan immediately ordered the second echelon and Davout's Mousilon Army to enter the battle.

Later, Lane also summoned Sigurdsson and his Nord Marines.

"You guys, press up from the right wing. You can only lose, not win!"

I'm late, sorry.