The Sun King's Evidence

When Karl-Franz rushed to Heffengen, he had little time to organize defenses and build new fortifications. Scouts told him that the Chaos army would arrive early the next morning.

The emperor raised his head and found that it was already afternoon. The town of Heffengen was not strong. The walls were only two or three people high and were damaged in many places. The Ostermarks here had already been killed a few months ago. With nothing left to run, the emperor decided to set up his headquarters here, but the troops would not be able to fight in the city, they would be arrayed outside the city.

The Emperor shrewdly chose his main line in front of a swamp, which would greatly limit the rapid advance of the Chaos Army's charging Chaos Knights. The enemy would be blasted by artillery as they approached the Imperial front line.

Early the next morning, it rained heavily and the sky was gray. The earth stretched towards the iron-gray horizon. The accumulated water shone on the soft black soil. Some blasted trees huddled around. The deep sky was covered with darkness. Set off.

The left wing, that is, the army on the west wing is commanded by Marius Leitdorf. This mad count leads four elite troops from the Iveyland:

Knights of the Golden Fleece.

Knights of the Black Bear.

Knights of the Bull.

There are two brigades of half-gryphon knights of Griffin Duke Ivan, which is close to two-thirds of the gryphon knights.

In addition, Marius also has eighteen full Imperial legions under his command, composed of Nords, Middens, and Osters. These soldiers are brave, ferocious, and desperate, and most of them die with Chaos. Qiu, their discipline may not be up to par, but there is absolutely no problem with their offensive power and acting as a commando.

The commander-in-chief of the right wing, that is, the east wing, is not Woten. As Charlemagne's chosen champion, Woten's commanding ability is excellent enough but he still lacks experience. As Woten's mentor, Luther Hus's commanding ability is really not enough. Compliment, therefore, commanding the west side was Talabek General Count Drio-Meck, a great military nobleman of noble blood and glorious tradition, under the command of Talabek Elector Helmut Felba After Ha's disappearance, Meck had always hoped to inherit the position of elector. He repeatedly expressed his loyalty and ability to Karl Franz in private.

The emperor was well aware of Earl Meck's ability, and he thought that if this battle could be won, it might be okay.

There are many elites in the right-wing army, but most of them are miscellaneous armies composed of provincial troops. Most of them only have the simplest swords, shields, spears and a breastplate, and lack artillery. A total of 30 imperial legions are in Count Meck's men obeyed.

If there is anyone in the right-wing army who can decide the situation, then there is no doubt that it is Warten and his Charlemagne army. This army is composed of an astonishing number of ascetic fanatics. The team of as many as two to three thousand fanatics is both a force and a force. Very terrifying combat power, it may also bring huge disaster to the entire war situation - the ascetic monks' brainless pig attack is likely to achieve unexpected results, but it may also shatter the front line, and the empire can only rely on solid gun formations and Shield array to deal with the tide of destruction on the opposite side.

Surprisingly, the morale of the imperial army was as high as ever. Everyone knew what they would face if they failed in this battle. Emperor Karl-Franz was proud to see that his army still maintained amazing combat effectiveness. .

In fact, the emperor could have appointed Heilberg or someone else to command the Battle of Heffengen, but Karl Franz was very serious. He believed that this responsibility belonged to him. He was the emperor of the empire. He knew that during this period because of Wolf Due to Teng's performance, more and more soldiers are discussing the possibility of Wouten commanding the entire army, which will undoubtedly lead to the division of the empire - Karl Franz will not allow this to happen. A better way to regain his status is to win a great victory.

The Chinese Army is the emperor's main formation and the key to this war. The armies of Brunswick, Reikland, Nuer, and Wesenland form the core backbone of the Chinese Army. The largest number of elites are here. Know their illustrious names:

Six brigades of Rick's Guards (more than 300 people)

Rick's Guard Inner Ring Knights (20 people)

Brunswick Honor Guard.

Franz's Guards Corps.

Griffin Great Sword Group.

Nuer Legion of Merit and the Hammer Legion.

The long-barreled firecrackers of the Hawklanders.

A total of 600 great swordsmen from three imperial great sword regiments were lined up.

Five regiments of the Royal Guards of Braunschweig.

The empire has already mobilized all its elites for this battle. In addition to these elites, there are 30 standard imperial regiments that have built positions in the front. Behind hundreds of shields are thousands of swords and halberds. Musketeers and crossbowmen are looking for themselves. position, the artillery crews were making final inspections.

Karl Franz stood on the high platform. The emperor looked at the scenery of Heffengen. He showed a standard eight-tooth smile: "If we can't defeat the enemy here, then I can at least die here."

"Don't say such depressing words, Your Majesty." Ludwig Schwartzhammer, the emperor's flag officer, muttered. This powerful man from the Holy Realm is nearly a hundred years old this year, and his white beard almost hangs to the ground. Above, the flag officer was worried about this battle: "You should retreat and leave this to me."

"At this time, the soldiers need me. I should stay with the soldiers more than ever, Ludwig." Karl-Franz looked into the distance, and the chaotic drums could be heard vaguely, one or two at most. Hours later, the army of Chaos will appear.

The Golden Fortress finally collapsed, and the emperor thought to himself that even if the empire did not give up, the Golden Fortress would only last a few more months at most, because Galt was gone.

Why are you running away, Geert? Karl-Franz smiled bitterly in his heart. As long as you tell the truth clearly, I will protect you. Why are you running away?

I need your magic, the Empire needs your magic, Gelt!

The emperor also knew that Galt was helpless, but he really missed Galt's power. The great alchemist had relied on his strong and unreasonable style of piety to turn the tide of the battle many times.

"Your Majesty, please step back and leave this place to me." Marshal Rick Heilberg came up and finished speaking. This old marshal vented all his excess energy on a woman's belly last night. Or at least not as perfect as usual. The continuous fighting for several months put the old commander's spirit on the verge of collapse. He shouted to the emperor nervously: "You shouldn't be here."

"I am the emperor, Kurt!" Karl-Franz was too lazy to talk nonsense with Heilberg.

"Just because you are the emperor, we must give priority to ensuring your safety." Heilberg emphasized: "If this battle fails, then we can at least form a new one in Herzig and Talabheim. line of defense, but if you die here, it’s all over.”

The incident happened suddenly, and the empire was only half-prepared. Heffengen was well-defended, but the rear defense line was not deployed at all. If they failed, the empire would collapse.

"Heilberg is right." Schwarzhammer never said much, but at this time the emperor's flag officer gave a rare nod in agreement.

"You are the Empire, Your Majesty." Marshal Rick said firmly.

You are the empire... Karl-Franz suddenly felt a twinge of pain, just like the gray sky and the raindrops hitting him, which made him feel pain.

He stared blankly into the distance. The enemy would come from the north. As usual, they would sweep across the swamp. The beastmen would tear the earth apart and trample it with their rough and strong hooves. Norsca's war mastiffs would open their mouths with blood. They galloped forward, followed by Norska and Kurgan riders and their bloody mounts. Then, the armored behemoth with a sharp knife on its head shook off the demon's cleft hooves and strode forward, its skull hanging on the bloody bed. On the armor.

Their formation is in disarray, and what drives them forward is only the desire to kill. The only advantage the mortals guarding have is discipline. Just as it has been for generations, what will greet the primitive beasts will be the orderly steel array of the empire.

But, can we really defeat the enemy?

Can they really win? Without the blessing of the Golden Fortress, can the empire really win this victory?

"Everyone should perform his duties." Karl Franz wanted to say something, but at this juncture, the emperor could not say anything. He gestured to Marshal Reik Heilberg, who looked deeply. He took a moment to look at the loyal Prince Reik family and the Emperor of the Empire, raised the Rune Fang Complainer, and saluted the Emperor with the most standard military salute: "For Charlemagne, for the Empire!"

"For the empire!" The emperor responded with the most standard military salute. He was once a soldier, but now he is an emperor, and Heilberg has always been a soldier, a pure soldier. Regardless of domestic affairs or diplomacy, Helberg has an amazing Talent - he can always make everything worse, which makes the emperor very lucky that Helberg has never been involved in politics, or the battlefield is more suitable for this marshal.

"Today Charlemagne will witness another great victory for the empire." Heilberg put on his winged helmet, mounted his beloved half-blood elf war horse, and rushed to the front line.

The emperor silently watched Heilberg's retreating figure, with the rain hitting his armor. Behind him, Schwarzhammer walked up and picked up the golden griffon helmet belonging to Karl Franz.

The emperor seemed to be in a trance: "Who am I, Ludwig?"

"You are our emperor, Your Majesty." Ludwig said softly, the white-bearded grandfather's voice was extremely firm.

"Then do you believe in your emperor?" Karl-Franz looked into the distance, and the eight-pointed star banner of chaos was already vaguely visible.

"Your Majesty, all the soldiers and people of the empire will always follow you." Ludwig just said silently: "No matter what the outcome is."

"Regardless of the outcome?" Karl Franz just watched like this, watching hundreds of chaotic banners appear from the horizon, watching countless screams and roars ringing in his ears, watching more than 30,000 Nobles The Scar Raiders were running around in a roar, looking at a thousand monsters and Chaos Daemons... and possibly more appearing one after another.

The imperial army stood in the line both cowardly and bravely. The soldiers rushed to pray to Charlemagne, Ulric or Tarr. The sergeants roared loudly and quickly grasped their halberds with their hands, remembering their oath, Never take a step back, or their bones will be crushed by Chaos.

Many prayed: If they could not win, they would die quickly.

"Where is the gunpowder and steel of the empire? Where is the glory and faith of the empire?" The emperor murmured to himself: "Everything is like the setting sun, everything burns up, the countries turn into a sea of ​​fire, chaos dominates the future, victory is eternal The short, last hope is fading. Tell me, Ludwig, why has it become like this? Why has my empire become like this?"

The flag officer could feel the emperor's sadness. Since Karl Franz took the throne, the emperor had been fighting for most of his life, fighting against the enemies of the empire, but the empire was still forced into this desperate situation.

The roar of the Death Claw of the Great Griffin suddenly sounded. It smelled the smell of chaos and was extremely eager to tear apart the enemy. This beast may not have to wait much longer.

"The enemy has appeared, Your Majesty." Ludwig Schwartzhammer tightened his grip on his sword - the Judge.

"Then, we will rest until death." Karl-Franz also drew out his rune tooth - the Dragon Tooth Sword.

"We will tell Chaos that we will never surrender!"

"Karl Franz!" The emperor's name boomed across the entire battle line, and all the imperial soldiers couldn't help but shout out.

"For the Reich, for Karl Franz!"

This is Karl, the Imperial Emperor, Grand Prince Elector Reikland, Grand Duke of Braunschweig, bearer of the Silver Seal and bearer of the Rune Tooth, inheritor of all Charlemagne's sacred heritage from the sea to the Edge Mountains. Franz's answer.

The Empire never surrenders.

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