The Sun King's Evidence

The Norse cavalry charge is different from the Brittanian cavalry attack. These barbarians have always been disorderly, especially in the cavalry charge.

Phlegnus, the champion of Khorne, wears a giant blood-red helmet with the eight-column emblem of Khorne on his head, and his whole body is covered in bright red armor given by the Blood God. He rides a Chaos war horse, which spits Burning with brimstone fire, Phlegnus held a bloody sword in one hand and a Khorne battle ax in the other. When he saw that the charge of the Breton knights had begun to collapse, this The Champion of Khorne is almost beside himself with enthusiasm and excitement!

"Young ones! Faithful believers of the Inugami! Now, right now, the time has come!!!" Phlegnus roared loudly as if he was wildly riding on a horse and waving his sword and battle ax back and forth. , the sound was as hot and exciting as the lava of hell: "The cowardly Southerners are defeated! The cowardly Southerners can't survive, they can't survive!!!"

"Followers, servants, and soldiers from the dark winter, obey the call of the blood god Khorne, obey my orders, follow me, charge!" The Khorne champion signaled his followers to blow the horn: "Charge! Charge! For Khorne, sacrifice your blood to the Blood God, sacrifice your skull to the Skull Throne!!!"

"Duo~~dudu~" The horn of the Khorne Champion was blown, and almost all the barbarians could feel the bloodthirsty killing intent, especially the closest riders, with more than a thousand Norscan cavalry following them. The footsteps of Khorne Champion Phlegnus launched a charge towards the Bretons, followed by nearly two thousand cavalry.

Iron hooves trampled the farmland, battle axes harvested heads, and spears drank blood. The large group of Norscan cavalry had incomparable dreams and the desire to receive the supreme reward from the King of Skulls. They charged into battle with the Brittanian lances. Quite different, but as chaotic as a pack of hunting wolves, scrambling for the first place, the cavalry crossed the plains outside the city at extremely fast speeds, and rushed directly towards the location of the Britannia Central Army!

"Hehehehehahahaha!" This passionate scene made Khorne's followers laugh heartily. This is their favorite: "Don't show mercy, kill all these cowards!"

"Fire! Fire!!!" The Brittanian artillerymen seized the most precious time. Under the order of engineer Thomas, they aimed at the group of charging barbarian cavalry. Dozens of rocket launchers rose into the sky, and then cannons Fired together with the mortar.

The all-round coverage of the rocket launchers fell like raindrops on the dense charging formation of the barbarian cavalry. The serial explosions, fire, and sound stimulated the Norscan war horses who were still not used to it, and the addition of gunpowder With the power of the cannons and mortars that followed, this time the bombardment destroyed and defeated more than three hundred Norse riders!

"Damn it! Who told Phlegnus to attack!" The warden of the labyrinth, Ejik, chosen by Tzeentch, angrily motioned to his "Beasts of the Tribe" champion warrior brigade to order the cavalry to withdraw: "A group of people who only know You idiot who rushes indiscriminately will ruin all our previous efforts!"

The Beast of the Horde also immediately blew the horn to retreat. The infantry continued to retreat after hearing the horn sound. However, just like before, the Norscans, especially the large group of cavalry led by the Khorne Champion, did not hear it at all. If you hear something, pretend you didn’t hear it!

Those who believe in Tzeentch are all cowards and cowards! He knows how to conspire behind the scenes all day long!

Those who believe in Khorne are all idiots and deep wells! A moron who knows how to fight and bleed all day long!

"Hahahahaha!" Phlegnus, the champion of Khorne, enjoyed this scene extremely. He looked happily at the tragic scene where the riders around him were blown to pieces by rocket launchers, cannons, and mortars, with blood splattering everywhere. Feeling the smell of blood oxidizing in the air, hearing the neighing of horses and the shouts of fellow Norscans, the Khorne champion laughed loudly: "Hahahahaha! That's it, that's it, blood sacrifice to the Blood God!"

"Charge! Kill! For Khorne!"

"My compatriots, do you follow me?"

"Yes, the champion of the Blood God!"

"Ahahahaha!"

A large group of Norscan cavalry charged forcefully under the gunfire. They crossed a shallow ravine. The Khorne champion shouted triumphantly. Phlegnus looked forward through the smoke and flying dust.

The Khorne champion's smile faded from his face.

What appeared in front of the Norscans were several large hollow phalanxes!

With the extremely dense formation of halberds and the line of muskets behind the formation, the Brittanians were already ready to face the enemy's cavalry!

"Get ready!" The two large hollow phalanxes of the Coldstream Guards and the Connet Highlands Guards led by Lord Philip Mountbatten were at the forefront. The local nobleman of Mousilon showed a cruel smile. Drawing out the knight's sword: "Fire!"

"Fire!"

A whole row of musket volleys of white smoke rose into the sky, followed by hundreds of crossbow arrows. The Norscan riders fell down in pieces, facing the dense spike formations and halberd formations. The bright light reflected on the halberd made even the fierce Norscan horses not want to rush into this formation. The horses subconsciously ran in two directions, trying to avoid the hollow phalanx of the Bretons.

"Disperse! Outflank them!" The Khorne champion was accidentally caught in the face of intensive musket fire and crossbow attacks. His shoulders and wrists were hit by bullets and crossbows. His bodyguards and followers Due to the charge ahead, they suffered heavy losses. Only five of the thirty-odd elite riders were still on the horse. Phlegnus endured the pain in his shoulder. He directly reached out from the still smoking horse on his shoulder. Huang Chengcheng's bullet was pulled out of the hole: "Spread out! Divide into two groups and outflank them from behind!"

The Norscan cavalry suffered extremely heavy losses. They left hundreds of corpses behind and tried to disperse in two groups. But when they crossed the two large hollow squares, they were followed by three new hollow squares. Formation and infantry formations from the principalities of Palaion and Montfort!

"Spread out, spread out! Don't charge towards those enemies with many people!" the Khorne champion yelled. His anger could almost kill these dishonorless Southerners with his eyes: "Bastards! You are really mortal. The most despicable and rubbish existence, cowards, they are all cowards. If you have the ability, come out and fight with us. Don't do such disgusting tricks. You are not worthy. Just wait, I will chop off all your heads and sacrifice them to you. Khorne!”

"I think he has had too much wine." Lord Philip Mountbatten signaled the Coldstream Guards to hold the line, and he said to Lieutenant General Oudinot.

"He is hinting to increase the intensity." Oudinot also smiled coldly: "Cold Creek Guards! Follow my orders and prepare to throw bombs!"

"Yes!" A few grenadiers prepared to step forward.

The Norscan cavalry could not find a suitable position to charge. There were dense spears or halberd formations of the enemy's hollow squares everywhere. After going back and forth for several times, the Norscan cavalry, which originally had more than 3,000 cavalrymen, There were less than 1,500 cavalry left.

A military song rang out from the Yankee Hollow Phalanx.

"Some people talk about Cariod, some people talk about Landuin~"

"Or someone as famous as Jules and Taylor~"

"But there are still ordinary people in the world who are as great as them~"

"That's a row, a row, a row, a row, a row of Breton grenadiers~"

The Champion of Khorne gathered a centurion and tried to charge into the hollow phalanx of the Coldstream Guards. However, dozens of oncoming grenades blew up the centurion who had finally gathered together. Phlegnus' His chest and face were all wounded by grenades, and his horse was killed on the spot. The Khorne champion was forced to find an ownerless Norscan horse among the chaos and retreat in another direction.

"Doooo! Doooo!" The Norscan cavalry had no way to deal with the hollow phalanx, and at this moment, a scene that made matters worse occurred.

Hundreds of cavalry from the Ugor Legion led by Beria and Meretskov joined the battlefield. They used bows, arrows, muskets, and scimitars to massacre the Norscans whose morale had been greatly reduced and could no longer fight.

After a series of changes, the Ugor Legion has now put on breastplates and sophisticated equipment. This group of soldiers from Kislev received encouragement and preferential treatment from Ryan. At the same time, the King of Knights also gave a side The half-red and half-white striped military flag was handed over to them as the flag of the Ugor Legion. Now, the morale of this group of Kisler ladies is at its peak, not to mention that the Norscans are also their blood enemies and old rivals.

Charged by the Ugor cavalry from the side, the Norscan cavalry, which had suffered heavy casualties and had low fighting spirit, immediately began to rout. On this day, the Ugor people were destined to enjoy victory and witness the disastrous defeat of the barbarians. They have been at war with the barbarians for more than three thousand years, and neither side needs any mercy.

"Kill them all! Kill every barbarian you see!" Beria charged forward. Commander Ugor waved his scimitar and slashed a Norscan's head into the air. Blood flowed from the headless body. Half a meter high erupted from the corpse.

In the end, the Norscan cavalry was almost slaughtered. The panicked Norscans were helpless against the hollow phalanx and were charged from the side. Almost all of them were killed while fleeing in all directions.

Phlegnus, the champion of Khorne, could not accept this scene. He howled and tried to gather the army, but even the will of the blood god Khorne could not make the Norscans regroup. The barbarians could only escape for their lives.

Phlegnus was angry and powerless. He immediately discovered that the Ugor army was rushing towards him. The Khorne champion was not surprised but overjoyed. He immediately subconsciously used the oldest and most classic method, Noth The Ka man rode alone towards the Ugor cavalry, stopped at a certain distance, then raised his weapon and pointed it at Beria, who was obviously the commander, and slapped his chest with his fist.

He calls for a championship showdown.

"..." Beria looked at this scene with a cold face, and he couldn't help but sneer. The commander of the Ugor Army made a gesture to the cavalry behind him, and then stretched out his hand, looking like he wanted to take the white gloves.

"Yes, that's it!" The Khorne champion slapped his weapon hard, signaling that Belial could come out.

However, what he was waiting for was dozens of black gun muzzles.

More than thirty Ugor horse archers, including Beria himself, took out loaded short-fire muskets from under their saddles!

"Fire!" Belial ordered coldly, and more than thirty short-fire muskets fired at Phlegnus from a distance of less than twenty meters. The Khorne champion was shot more than a dozen times on the spot, and screamed in agony. After falling off his horse, he was immediately chopped into pieces by the Ugor people who were greedy for military glory.

"Crazy, I'm not the Knight of the Holy Grail, who will challenge your champion?" Belial glanced at the dead body of the Khorne champion and shrugged: "Let's continue!"

In the end, less than 200 of the more than 3,000 Norscan cavalry escaped, and the Brittanians only suffered about 200 casualties.

At the same time, among the defeated Brittanian knights-errant, strange visions suddenly appeared, strong winds blew, and a very ancient and sacred energy was released in the air. Green and green light suddenly appeared, and in the ivy Among the flying leaves, under the sky of the Kingdom of Knights, a legendary hero appeared in the light and shadow. He rode an alien beast with steaming smoke. Under the all-green kite helmet, A shadow spewing green mist and a pair of cold eyes glowing green.

The ancient hero raised the Blade of Pain in his hand, and green light burst out over the plain: "Son of Britannia! Come to my side!"

"It's His Royal Highness the Green Knight!"

"Your Highness the Green Knight is here to support us!"

"The Lady has not forgotten her people!"

"Long live Brittania!"

The morale of the defeated knights errant was greatly boosted. They stopped their retreat and rushed towards the Green Knight, trying to regroup. Within a few minutes, under the encouragement of the Green Knight, the momentum of the defeat disappeared and they recovered. Morale, ready to turn around and fight back against the damn Norscans.

Similarly, Ulfric, who was having an epic duel with Kalad, saw a terrifying scene in the corner of his eye between the duels.

Just to the south of the horizon, a giant golden lion heraldry flag with a red and blue background, holding the Holy Grail and a sword in the middle, is rising from the horizon. With the appearance of the flag, there is a group of knights like a torrent of steel. , and a row of Holy Grail Knights and Lake God Prophets at the front of the group.

Ulfric suddenly felt a chill all over his body, his heart felt cold and his heart was soaring.

"That is?!"

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