The Sun King's Evidence

In the north of the old world, northeast of the Ice and Snow Kingdom of Kislev, in the year 2514 of the Imperial Calendar and the year 999 of the Kislev Calendar, in late September, the most important fortress in the mountain pass, the Vosgrad Fortress.

The high mountain pass is the most important defensive fortress in the old world against the invasion of northern barbarians and Kurgan tribes on the other side of the Roof of the World Mountains, because this pass is one of the few roads that can pass through the Roof of the World Mountains relatively smoothly, on the opposite side of the Roof of the World Mountains. It is the Kurgan Prairie that stretches for tens of thousands of miles, where tens of thousands of Kurgan nomadic tribes roam everywhere, ready to invade the civilized world in the south. Mrs. Keesler also migrated from the mountain pass here. Old world.

However, since the accession of Tsarina Katarin to the throne, no Kurgans have attacked from the east in the high mountain pass. Only the barbarians from Norska and the Chaos Wasteland in the north have moved south from time to time. Therefore, the defenders of Vosgrad Fortress have never attacked from the east. The scale of three thousand is slightly reduced, and only about two thousand defenders can be maintained until reinforcements from Prager arrive in time.

(What no one knows is that it is not that the Kurgan nomadic tribe does not want to come, but that the Black Orc warlord Grimgor Ironhide has led a large group of greenskin tribes to block the other end of the mountain pass for more than ten years in order to massacre the Kurgan The Gans and various Chaos Champions and Chaos Gods are happy, but the Kurgans cannot defeat Ironhide and cannot advance westward.)

This year is a big harvest, and the joy of the harvest is certainly gratifying, but that is a matter for Kislev, especially the small part of the territory south of the Linsk River, and has nothing to do with these people north of the Linsk River. , On the contrary, after September, the north of Kislev has lost any trace of warmth and has been covered with ice and snow again.

The troops stationed here are very hard-working. Not only do they have to face the severe cold, they have to face loneliness, they have to face the Chaos raiders and barbarian warriors who go south from time to time, and they have to face many terrible demonic creatures and even unclean things. , and have to face the whispers of Chaos and the erosion of corruption.

The bodies of many soldiers mutated during long periods of stationing. Some of them grew extra fingers, some had enlarged skulls, some had forked tongues, some had grown scales and fur, and some had hair that would Fluorescence appears, and even the most severe ones will grow extra limbs, extra eyes, and heads. If it is a slight mutation that does not affect their service, these defenders will voluntarily rush to the front when encountering a battle to seek a glorious death and relief, but If serious mutations occur, officers will immediately execute the mutants.

Is it very bitter? Yes, it's bitter.

Very sad, right? Yes, it's sad too.

But Mrs. Keesler is proud. They are the descendants of the Bear God. The people of the Czarina are willing to sacrifice everything they have to defend the kingdom, just to survive the tide of destruction of Chaos.

Very few defenders can live beyond the age of thirty-five, and most of the defenders have no possibility of rising in class. A sergeant may be their biggest goal in life, and Kislev can't give him anything more. These soldiers were given special military pay or special treatment, but they had no regrets.

Everything is to survive in this dark world.

It was nighttime, the wind and snow were howling outside, and it was extremely cold inside the fortress. The Kislev defenders who were not on duty all hid in the rooms inside the fortress to warm themselves by the fire. The ground and walls paved with boulders were as cold as ice. The soldiers None of them had a coat to wear, and all the cotton coats and animal skin cloaks that could keep out the cold were given to the defenders on duty. Most of the remaining soldiers wrapped themselves in blankets and quilts, shivering in the dark night.

Even if the conditions are so difficult, rationing is very difficult. Normally, the castle defenders need at least two and a half kilograms of black bread a day, which is about 1,250 grams of black bread, to be full. But in fact, Vosgrad The defenders could only supply about 600-700 grams of black bread a day and a bottle of vodka a month, and they lacked fresh vegetables and salt. Only the nearby Ugor nomads occasionally provided a small amount of meat, eggs, and milk.

The troops along the northern route have also been owed wages for more than six months. Most of them can only receive half of their military pay on time. After a good harvest this month, the national finances are a little looser. Many soldiers are counting on it. I can get full salary this month!

"Artyom!" Several soldiers had just taken off duty, and a young soldier was stopped. His face was covered with wind and snow, stiff from the cold, his lips were trembling from the cold, and there were several frostbite on his ears. , when he heard someone calling him, he forced a smile: "Seryozha, what's the matter?"

His friend, Corporal Seryosha, who was also a spearman, strode up with something in his hand and stuffed it into Artem's hand: "To congratulate our motherland on the millennium celebration, Tsarina Kata Your Majesty Lin has sent us supplies! To celebrate the upcoming millennium celebration, Artyom, this is your share!"

"Oh oh oh! Great! There is vodka!" The young spearman quickly took a look at what was delivered and shouted excitedly. The hard work of duty seemed to be gone.

There were very few things, a bottle of vodka, two pieces of black bread and a small piece of bacon that was obviously cut in half. This was the Millennium Celebration reward given by Tsarina Katalin.

The next thing was very simple. Get a large piece of snow from outside the house, light the firewood pile, boil the snow-melting water in an iron pot, and filter out the impurities. A few soldiers on low duty sat together and put the bacon in their hands. Put the brown bread into the boiling water and start preparing for dinner.

Everyone was shivering from the cold and wrapped themselves in blankets and quilts. The wind and snow outside seemed endless. After the bacon was thrown into the big iron pot and cooked for a long time, the meat finally melted and there was water in the pot. After picking up a little bit of oil, a few soldiers carefully sprinkled a little salt with a small wooden spoon, and they were ready to eat today's dinner with hot water.

"поехали!"

"поехали!"

Several soldiers picked up the vodka, saying it was a bottle of vodka, but it was actually in a small square glass bottle. One bottle was only 150 ml. They carefully poured half of the vodka out, and then prayed together to give thanks. The bear god Esun and the tsarina Katarin gave them precious vodka. Cheers. No one will drink this bottle of vodka in one go.

For the defenders on the northern border, vodka was hard currency.

There are not many things. For the wolf-like soldiers, a meal of just over half a kilogram of black bread is really not enough. Even if the Retanian army is equipped with a lot of meat, agricultural and sideline products, and ale, for northern guards like Artem, they can only rely on black bread to fill their stomachs.

By the way, if a Holy Grail Knight only eats black bread, he will eat at least five kilograms a day. It is normal to eat seven or eight kilograms, and there are many people who can eat ten kilograms.

After the meal, everyone was not full, but there was not much else to do. Artyom sighed, when will this kind of life end?

It’s not that the young soldiers are unwilling, because to protect the country, people must sacrifice their lives. This is a call of mission and glory, but at least military pay and food must be guaranteed. The defenders here have been here for nearly a year. They live half-starved and half-fed, and military pay has not yet been fully paid, making their lives problematic.

It was useless to think so much. Artyom took off his coat, got into the cold bed, and soon fell asleep. The defenders were working in two shifts, and they would be training and on duty again tomorrow.

However, not long after Mr. Artem entered his dream, he was in the coniferous forest surrounding the Vosgrad Fortress.

A huge Chaos army has gradually approached the fortress.

Leading this army of chaos is Festus, the plague doctor and the high-level witch doctor of the Holy Domain, the chosen champion of Nurgle.

Few people remember that Festus was a surgeon with excellent medical skills and compassion. He once established many almshouses throughout Nord. He was skilled in the use of healing ointments and cured hundreds of patients each year.

Under the guidance of physician Festus, Nord was able to overcome numerous outbreaks of plague: malaria, blackfoot, and even the deadly smallpox.

This doctor's lifelong wish was to cure all diseases, remove the disease from the world, and prevent mortals from being troubled by illness.

However, Festus's efforts attracted Nurgle's attention. The loving father appreciated the useless efforts of mortals and sprinkled the plague soup from his pot onto the mortal world.

An apocalyptic fever was raging throughout Nord, and his best efforts could not stop the spread of this new and highly contagious disease. He locked himself in his laboratory and worked day and night to create a cure. After After countless sleepless nights, Festus was still at a loss.

Those patients who suffered from the plague and were quarantined were facing death, but there was nothing he could do. When the last group of patients died in pain, the doctor couldn't help but kneel on his knees and cry bitterly for help.

Suddenly, these corpses with loose jaws in the research room turned their heads to look at Festus one by one. Nurgle's weak voice came out from these dry throats, as if he was saying that he could give Festus the help he needed. In exchange for a lifetime of service, not just this fever, but the knowledge to cure all the diseases in the world, Festus agreed.

From then on, the compassionate doctor disappeared, leaving behind the Nurgle Witch Doctor who had gained endless knowledge about plagues. All that remained in his life was the vast and filthy knowledge of countless diseases and the endless desire for plague experiments.

Now, he is back, and he will bring Nurgle's plague to the whole world, and share his father's blessings with all mortals.

At 3:45 in the morning, the huge army led by Festus had approached the Vosgrad Fortress.

The destructive tide of Chaos is approaching Kislev.

It was early Sunday morning, and the churches in Kislev were just preparing to hold worship services and millennium celebrations.

The organ band would gather and the common people would sing together as they played to celebrate the harvest.

The Krim guards of Kislev City went to the Ice Palace as usual.

Residents of Prague are heading to the Linsk River to collect water.

Erlengrad Marina remains busy.

At four-thirty in the morning, the sun rises over the Roof of the World Mountains in the east.

A Chaos army numbering more than 60,000 people has arrived at the outskirts of Vosgrad Fortress.

Fifteen minutes later, the artillery of the Chaos army was loaded, and dozens of Chaos Dwarf Demon Cannons, Chaos Dwarf Lava Cannons, and Chaos Hell Cannons opened fire.

Demonic flames and cannonballs rained down from the sky, landing all over the fortress, melting the unprepared defenders and seemingly solid walls into slag.

As the alarm sounded throughout the Vosgrad Fortress.

The Great Patriotic War has begun!

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