The Sun King's Evidence

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On the battlefield, morale is a mysterious existence. It truly affects the situation on the entire battlefield. This thing is controllable and can be trained, commanded and willed through the accumulation of experience and the general's personal aura. Increased cohesion.

However, morale is also uncontrollable, especially when the war is intense. Any small action may completely collapse morale.

Therefore, Ryan has emphasized many times in previous battles that "the mountain cannot be moved."

Tsarina Katalin had no idea what changes her actions would bring to the entire army.

At the same time, she did not expect that Marshal Fedosov's army had already tried their best for this. Dagniper could not actually be regarded as a military fortress at all. This place, which could barely be regarded as a small town, had many loopholes, and the city wall itself was made of stones. As long as those damn barbarians blast the lower level with chaos cannons, the city wall will disintegrate by itself under the influence of gravity. Only the river on the right forms a partial barrier, and the city wall itself is not very high. There are still wooden battlements and battlements above it. Shooting port, and wooden ladder configuration.

Since the marshal's army was stationed, they have focused all their energy on building a defense line. He knew that he would be sacrificed along the way. He only had 10,000 people in his hands, but he had to face a full 50,000 Nurgle. With the army, the only thing he could do was to delay it as long as possible.

Starting from Marshal Konev's assault in the early morning, the Nurgle Army also began to attack. Fortunately, the Nurgle Army was slow, not moving quickly, and the fighting intensity was not high. Fedosov's troops could still support it at the beginning.

But they were very wrong. In fact, Festus, the Chosen Champion of Nurgle, was different from most of the Chosen Nurgle who only knew how to fight stupidly. This guy was instilled with too many ideas by his loving father, Fat Grandpa Nurgle. Knowledge is a very cunning and despicable person who knows specific tactics. As early as ten hours ago, he had sent a team of ten thousand people and a small number of Nurgle Demon Legions to cross Linsk under the cover of night. river.

And all the attention of Kislev's army was on the Slaanesh Legion, and no one paid attention to the Nurgle Legion.

Therefore, the low pressure faced by the Fedosov Army at first was just an illusion. This illusion made Mrs. Keesler fall into a trap. When the time passed at noon, a Nurgle Army suddenly came from Dagniper. When a two-sided attack appeared behind them, the army that was still struggling to support collapsed instantly.

Marshal Fedosov personally went to the front line to supervise the battle and tried to save the situation, but unfortunately he was hit by the Nurgle Champion Demichelis Grand Spinner who rushed up with the plague scythe. He was knocked to the ground on the spot and could never stand up again, almost causing the army to lose command. Fedosov finally seized the opportunity before his death to hand over command to General Apanashenko and ordered the army to retreat.

Although Nurgle's army does not move very fast, once the army retreats when it encounters the enemy, as long as it is slightly less elite, it will only face a defeat. In fact, when General Apanashenko led the army, When the remaining army approached the town of Zedevka, only a few hundred soldiers were left in the 10,000-person army.

There is no way this can stop the Nurgle army that is about to attack.

At this moment, the army on the Kislev front finally ushered in a total collapse. With the retreat of the tsarina, the Konev, Zaev and Rokossovsky departments who were struggling to hold on were like Like a pug with broken bones, it collapsed.

"Our army is defeated! Our army is defeated!"

"The Tsarina has abandoned us!"

"The battle is lost!"

Rumors spread wildly, and the soldiers' physical strength and energy had reached their limit. When they heard the news, they collapsed instantly. The battlefield was full of Kislev soldiers fleeing in all directions.

"What are you doing? What are you doing? You are not a bunch of frightened rabbits!" Marshal Konev yelled crazily. He stood in the middle of the defeated army, with Prince Sigvald's flag under his feet. The champion chosen by the evil god even threw away his flag in order to escape, but now Marshal Konev can only look at both sides. His troops are collapsing and heading towards destruction. The marshal's heart is as sharp as a knife, and he opens his arms, In the middle of the road, he shouted: "You are soldiers! Remember, you are soldiers!"

"Nicholas! What are you doing? You are a major general!" Konev immediately found that the general he appointed was also running for his life, but the general obviously did not hear him. The battlefield was too noisy, and the group of women The Evil Legion desperately released noise in an attempt to break Mrs. Keesler's will.

"Soldiers, gather together, don't give up!" Konev was still making futile efforts: "The Norscans arrived too late, the Slaanesh army has been defeated by us! Don't you understand that all it takes is one charge We can defeat the Slaanesh Legion. The Slaanesh Legion has failed. Where is your faith?"

It was useless. His legion had been defeated. The marshal looked at the frantically fleeing soldiers around him and closed his eyes in despair. He noticed that there were more than 25,000 casualties, and only Sigvald and the Demon Prince were there. The Slaanesh Legion, which Azazel acted as a war supervisor to forcibly support, has gained great morale and is recovering.

It was no longer possible to turn defeat into victory. The marshal took out an exquisite gun from his arms. He laughed loudly and shed two tears. The marshal untied the reins of the giant bear's mount, motioned it to escape quickly, and then raised the He fired the blunderbuss and put it on his chin: "It's over. Everything in Kislev is over. I will fight until the last breath of my life."

"boom!"

On the other side, Rokossovsky was also roaring among the soldiers. He pulled the sleeve of a Krim guard and roared at the Tsarist Guard: "Forward! Forward!"

There was an expression of shame on the face of the Krim guard, but he did not give up and escaped. With a hard shake, Rokossovsky was thrown away. The marshal roared angrily: "Come with me! Don't give up, come with me." Let’s fight together!”

It was useless. The army was being completely defeated. Rokossovsky found two more Krim guards escaping. He was so angry that his whole face turned red: "Mrs. Kiesler! Fight with me, you guys." Are they the descendants of Esun?"

"Are you the Tsar's personal guards? Are you the glorious Krim guards and Ksar warriors? Fight with me!" Rokossovsky called to the soldiers in vain to return to their positions: "Hold on for a while longer, We can defeat the enemy! Don’t you know me? I am Konstantin Konstantinovich Rokossovsky!”

"Constantine!" At this time, Romanov, the marshal of the hussars and the commander of the Griffin Legion, rushed from afar. The marshal of the hussars handed the flag of the Griffin Legion into Rokossovsky's hands: " Get on your horse and use this! Get all the soldiers you can and get out!"

"No! If we fail here, everything in Kislev will be over!" Marshal of the Bear Cavalry shouted crazily, with tears streaming from his eyes: "Unacceptable! Even if we can escape, Kisler It’s impossible for my husband to stop Chaos!”

"Escape! Go to Erengrad! There are some decent troops there, hurry! Bring the news there, time is running out!" Romanov forced the banner of the Griffin Legion and the reins of his mount into Rocco Sovsky's hands: "My soldiers and I will buy time for you!"

Erlengrad? Rokossovsky suddenly remembered that, yes, Kislev still had an elite force that did not participate in this war!

The three thousand Red Navy under Admiral Kuznetsov of Kislev!

Thinking of this, Rokossovsky no longer hesitated. He immediately got on his horse and raised the flag of the Winged Cavalry Griffin Legion: "Soldiers, follow me and fight out!"

The legendary flag of the Griffin Legion fluttered in the air, symbolizing Kislev's final glory. Seeing this legendary flag, the cavalry finally regained some morale and tried to regroup under this flag.

Rokossovsky gathered about a group of bear cavalry, 800 winged cavalry and about 4,000 Ugor horse archers, and forcibly rushed out of the battlefield. The Norscan raider riders focused their attention on the entire area. The Kislev infantrymen, who were fleeing in all directions on the snowy field, were not in a hurry to catch up, but Marshal Romanov of the Hussars and a dozen of his soldiers were immediately swallowed up by the torrent of chaos.

At this time, the battlefield had turned into a slaughterhouse. Facing the collapsed Mrs. Keesler, the barbarians would not give them any chance. High King Aislin broke through the ice and personally commanded the raider riders and the barbarians to start. In a horrific massacre, Norscan direwolf chariots passed over the battlefield, reaping the lives of Mrs. Keesler. He even personally led the Chaos Steel Bull Cavalry to rush around.

On the hillside covered with blood and corpses, the beautiful Prince Sigvald happily held his middle finger and ring finger in his palm, put his hands to his ears, twisted his body, and began his performance.

"Slaanesh, Slaanesh~"

"Sexy, slutty, slutty to the bottom of your heart!"

"This is Sigvald who delivers happiness!"

"Slaanesh, please remember to love Slaanesh today too!"

"Bah bang bang~" Demon Prince Azazel laughed and clapped wildly. After laughing enough, he pointed at the scene of Mrs. Keesler's defeat and laughed evilly: "Master's adopted son, you have seen fifty thousand A human race?"

"Of course! Pass my order and the whole army advances!" Prince Sigvald reached out and stroked his long golden hair, and said proudly, as if the previous failure did not exist: "Chaos Knight, follow me, there is only one goal. , I will capture the female tsar back to my palace today!"

"Go forward, for Slaanesh, for the great Prince Sigvald!" The Chaos Knights dispatched, aiming directly at the Tsarina's legion, which was on the verge of collapse.

At this time, the Tsarina's central army was in chaos. Katalin and the ice witches tried to save the situation. She sent all the remaining winged cavalry to Lieutenant General Vlasov and asked him to intercept and pursue them. The barbarians tried to delay time.

But the army had been defeated. The original army of thousands was soon reduced to less than 2,000. The barbarians rushed from two directions, causing chaos in the army. At this moment, a loud cry came from far away. Came everywhere.

"Lieutenant-General Vlasov has rebelled! He and his hussars surrendered to the Norscans!"

Katalin couldn't believe she heard the news, but then the second news came.

"Konev's army was defeated, Zaev's army was defeated! Rokossovsky was defeated and fled!!!"

A burst of gold stars flashed past her eyes, and Katalin almost fainted. She almost fell off the sled and barely managed to hold on to the railing.

At this time, a group of Slaanesh knights, led by Prince Sigvald, were already rushing towards the female tsar. On the other side, Aislin's Chaos Steel Oxen Cavalry and two to three thousand Norscan Marauder Riders were also there. Approaching at great speed!

In addition, large groups of Chaos armies have also rushed in. Norscan barbarians are advancing here following various giant beasts and war elephants. Soldiers of the Slaanesh Legion are also appearing from a distance. What's worse is that, A series of green dots also appeared on the eastern horizon, that was the Legion of Nurgle!

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty, you must leave immediately! Your Majesty!" Vanessa, the second archmage of the Ice Witch Sisters, had tears everywhere on her blue robe, and several wounds were bleeding. She ran to the sled and shouted.

"No! If I die, I will die on the battlefield, together with my people and soldiers!" The Tsarina firmly disagreed.

"Please, Your Majesty!" Vanessa pointed into the distance: "You cannot fall into the hands of Chaos! Kislev needs you, this kingdom cannot live without you!"

Katalin looked in the direction Vanessa pointed, and then a deep chill penetrated her body.

An ice witch was caught by the Slaanesh demon. The twisted and grotesque Slaanesh demon spit out a long appendage that looked like a tongue and a claw from its mouth, and then flicked it. The ice witch screamed desperately and With a trembling fear, he inserted it into her Heavenly Spirit Cap, and then the Slaanesh demon sucked it vigorously like a straw, sucking all the ice witch's brain clean, and then threw the body aside, and immediately there was a group of low-level people. Daemons and followers of Slaanesh went up to share the food, blood and flesh splattered everywhere.

Katalin was so frightened that she could no longer say that she wanted to die fighting.

"Your Majesty, we have failed!" Vanessa shouted next. She took out a dagger from her sleeve and stabbed the reindeer directly in the buttocks. The reindeer suffered pain and ran away quickly carrying Katalin and her sleigh. Far.

"Mount your horses! You also retreat!" Vanessa then summoned an ice wall to block the road, signaling the remaining Ice Guards and Boye nobles to flee for their lives, while most of the Krim guards, Ksar warriors and shooting troops Will stay to buy the Tsarina time to escape.

On the other side, Norscan High King Aislin was leading more than 3,000 cavalry to chase the Tsarina from a distance. At this moment, a group of about 30 winged cavalry suddenly appeared from the side, headed by The hussar was none other than Grand Marshal Kislev, Dimitri Zaev. He raised his scimitar towards Aislin and roared: "The false king of Norsk, I am Kislev. Generalissimo, Dimitri Zaev! If you have the guts, bring your people over, and we will have a championship showdown with you!"

"Follow me! Follow me and kill all these Southern guys with bird feathers floating on their backs!" The championship duel is the only oath and rule that the barbarians must abide by. Aislin was angered, and the Norscan High King gave up chasing the woman himself. The Tsar, he divided more than two thousand cavalry to continue the pursuit, leading the remaining one thousand Chaos Steel Bull Cavalry and Norscan Marauder Cavalry to pursue Marshal Zaev.

Twenty minutes later, on the south bank of the Torsol River.

"Generalissimo, the Torsol River is in front of us, and the other side is full of Chaos armies!" The winged cavalry found themselves cornered. There was a Chaos army in front of them, a Chaos army behind them, and a Chaos army on the left. Only the right side had no enemies, but when they turned the corner Will definitely be caught up.

"Stop! Turn around!" Zaev closed his eyes, and Marshal Kislev signaled the hussars to turn around.

Most of the remaining thirty or so riders were injured. Everyone knew that they could not escape, but they did not have any cowardice, any wavering, or even any anger. There was only indifference and determination in everyone's eyes.

They are the spears and shields of the kingdom. Their original intention of being born is to protect the ice and snow kingdom.

This surprised Aislin, who rushed over. The High King of Norska suddenly raised the rune sword in his hand and signaled all the cavalry to stop first: "Huh? These southerners may not be as vulnerable as they thought. "

The two sides looked at each other from a distance of about seventy meters.

In the distance, there is a battlefield where massacres are taking place, with hundreds of smoke and flames rising into the sky.

"Hussars! Line up!" Zaev issued the order, and more than thirty hussars lined up in a row. The neat array showed their determination.

"Your Majesty, these southerners seem to be planning to use these thirty people to fight us!" Khorne Champion Phanot-Bernhassar understood the meaning of this group of winged cavalry and said to Aislin.

"These Nanguos are very honorable and courageous." Aislin's giant double-horned chaos helmet sprayed out streams of white mist, and the four chosen gods of chaos nodded slightly: "Deserves recognition."

"Brothers! Drink all the vodka on your body and never leave a drop for these chaotic bastards!" Zaev first took out his own vodka from his arms and drank the entire bottle of vodka in one gulp.

All the hussars did as they were told, and they drank up the remaining vodka they had on them, then smashed the bottles on the ground, smashing them to pieces.

"Son of Kislev, listen to my order, for Kislev, for Esun, and for the Tsarina Katalin!" Marshal Zaev was the first to pull the reins and slap the belly of the war horse: "Forward! Ula!"

"Ula!!!" Everyone burst into loud slogans.

Thirty or so horse winged cavalry rushed directly towards the thousand horsemen on the opposite side. Their number was small, but their momentum was greater than that of thousands of troops.

"Everyone! Charge! For the Norscan mountains! For Chaos!!!" Aislin also ordered all cavalry to start attacking. The Norscans raised their spears, twirled their battle axes in the air, and praised Chaos crazily. The four gods rolled in like a mudslide.

The cavalry clashed, steel clashed, lances pierced, scimitars slashed, and tomahawks smashed down.

The two sides passed each other, and the barbarians lost more than fifty horses, while only five of the winged cavalry were left.

The hussars turned their horses, no one escaped, no one wavered, only indifference and determination appeared on their faces.

"Forward! Son of Kislev!" Marshal Zaev said nothing unnecessary.

"Charge!" High King Aislin also did not say any unnecessary words. Thirty to a thousand, the Yankees have proven their courage and glory. Aislin suddenly felt very regretful deep in his heart. Occasionally, there are such backbones among the Yankees. Guys, they just took the wrong path and didn't embrace true civilization and choose the right god to serve.

"Hurrah!!!" The five winged cavalry charged towards the Norscan cavalry again. Their fearless performance made many Norscans couldn't help but put their fists on their chests and slap them in tribute.

Generalissimo Zaev took one last look at the land.

The pointed helmets of the hussars and the gorgeous wings on the back, Kislev's flag flying high, the black land, the snow-capped mountains, the scene of horses waving sabers and rushing to kill, and the loud shouting of "Ula".

In order to protect their homeland and the kingdom they regard as life, the Hussars were formed and took to the battlefield to resist the tide of destruction in the north. It was the goal and desire that generations of people had sacrificed their lives for.

The hussars don't get much military pay, and they don't get much generous treatment. They often have to go out as mercenaries to ensure their income and the cost of horses and weapons. However, everyone has no regrets because they are facing the most terrifying thing. The enemy is always threatening, and there are always people who have to stand up and sacrifice, and there are always people who have to make efforts without seeing any reward. It is this spirit passed down from generation to generation that supports mankind in this dark and desperate world. , the only light that illuminates everyone.

With furrowed brows, widened mouth, high cheekbones, sunken eyes, burning gaze, sadness and passion, blood and tenderness, Generalissimo Zaev once again let out his final roar.

"Ula la la la!!!!"

A minute later, the battle by the Torsol River ended.

"Pass my order!" High King of Norsca Varmir-Aislin put away his weapons and said to his bodyguards: "Just find a place here and bury all the armor and weapons of these hussars on the spot! They are all true warriors!”

"Yes!" The barbarians all nodded, and they decided to place the skulls of these warriors in the most conspicuous position on their bodies to show respect for them.

Then, right on the battlefield, a massive massacre began.

In this battle, the Battle of Zedevka ended. The Chaos army lost more than 38,000 people, and the Kislev army only had part of the cavalry of Rokossovsky's department and a very small part of Katalin's department. The Boye nobles, the Ice Witch, and the Ice Guards escaped from the battlefield, and the remaining Kislev army was slaughtered. The skulls of more than 50,000 people were piled into a giant Beijing temple to show Chaos's illustrious martial arts and endless glory.

And just under the light of dusk, the pursuit of the Czarina continued. The beautiful Prince Sigvald personally led more than a thousand Chaos Knights and two thousand barbarian raider riders from Aislin to attack the Czarina's sleigh. pursued.

"Capture the Czarina alive! Reward her with a Slaanesh artifact! Promote her to the Chaos Champion on the spot!"

"Capture the Tsarina alive! Capture the Tsarina alive!"

At the same time, the Chaos Gods laughed with satisfaction. They were very satisfied with the results of this war and decided to bestow their own rewards.

In addition to the 100,000 Chaos army that is moving southward in the Northern Wasteland, barbarians eager for war continue to come from the Northern Wasteland, Norska and Kurgan, and a new 50,000 Chaos army begins to gather in the Northern Wasteland. , prepare to go south.

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