Warhammer Throne

One day in late March, François, Duke of Winford and the peak powerhouse of Sanctuary, got up early.

The heavy snow outside the tent made François very irritable, and the old man of Ryan thought here not only regretted the way he made the army rush to march, but François, who was used to fighting in Brittany, was really unpredictable. When we encounter this strange weather, the first thing is to suddenly heat up, the ground melts and becomes extremely muddy, and logistics becomes intermittent.

Then there was a sudden drop in temperature and heavy sleet, severe cold and extremely harsh environment, which made the southern army of Breton, accustomed to the warm and humid environment, suffered from serious inadequacy. Poor, many soldiers would rather sit around the fire all day than move them.

The logistics were not able to arrive, and the lack of judgment on the cold led to the fact that the army was not prepared to fight the cold. François found that he was now in a dilemma. Although his army had not completely lost its combat effectiveness, its morale and morale were low. .

After getting up to wash, and after washing his face for a while, François ate something casually. He patrolled the camp a little bit, his brows still furrowed.

The army was stationed in the forest. Soldiers gathered in groups of three to five to warm the fire. The knights were devouring them. Many others were arranging horse feed for war horses and workhorses. François frowned after a little observation. Not good enough, which makes the war horse lose weight.

Of course, François still has a very strong prestige. Everyone knows his strength, glorious deeds and his identity as the father-in-law of His Majesty Ryan. When he appears, everyone says hello: "My Duke, good morning!"

"Lady here, a new day has begun."

"Your Excellency, I wish you a good day."

"Hahaha~" François touched his long goatee elegantly, and smiled at a group of soldiers huddled together to warm themselves: "Soldiers, how is the food?"

"Okay."

"improvise."

"Not so good, my Duke." The freemen soldiers also answered casually. François, like Sulia, had no pretensions to these freemen, and was willing to get in touch with ordinary soldiers to talk to them.

"It will be okay, there will be bread, and there will be milk." François learned a word from Ryan to deal with these soldiers, and then the old prince asked again: "Is it still warm at night? ?"

This point received a relatively unanimous response from everyone. Thanks to Beria’s advice and intelligence, the Breton army all prepared a very warm double winter coat. Although the soldiers were very cold, some were frostbited. , But basically there is no case of freezing to death.

The army still maintains discipline, and the spirit of chivalry is still at play.

But François couldn’t laugh. As soon as the old prince turned around, the expression on his face became serious. He said to the attendant next to him: “Where is Gerold? There is that Xie Miao...what is it?"

"Semeno-Aleksandrovich-Rumyantsev." The attendant added that this Mrs. Kiesler was once an officer of the front-winged cavalry flag unit near Olengrad, fled into the Oster, and After surviving the Battle of Wolfenburg, the chivalrous Bretons were willing to continue the northern expedition to recover Kislov. Although there were some doubts, many Mrs. Kisler took the initiative to join the Knights Kingdom. The team, Semyon Alexandrovich Rumyantsev volunteered to serve as a guide for François' Second Army.

"Oh yes, Rumyantsev, Kislev's name is really hard to remember." Francois nodded.

The old prince did not plan to march today, he returned to the big tent, looked at the map, his face was sad.

François knew that he was a bit aggressive, but as a knight commander who has experienced many battles, he is famous for defeating the undead wizard Heinrich Kemler twice, the Holy Grail of the sanctuary, François How could it be a military fool.

He chose this way for his own reasons.

The first is that he is indeed a little eager to prove himself. As a reserve team, he and his army have missed several epic victories, including the Battle of the Swamp of Pain, the Great Battle of the Three Kings, and the subsequent Battle of Herzig and Wolfen’s. War, this made François realize that he was a bit concealed by the "back wave", so he was eager to win a battle so that everyone would know that he was not the result of the war at the end.

The second is that after some rash advances, François also thought about whether to stop and wait for reinforcements and logistics, but military information quickly spread to him one by one. The Raun First Army on the west side was in Lowitz Castle. Several Norsca war gangs were defeated nearby, and the Bohemond Third Army, located to the east of him, also defeated a remnant of Nurgle on the ruins of the town of Kaganov.

In other words, François's two wings are very safe, which gave the old man enough confidence to continue marching, and also made him more eager to win the battle.

However, the old father-in-law still underestimated the extreme weather in Kislov after all, and the power of Marshal Winter made his army with an over-stretched supply line suffer.

"Never attack Kislov in the winter."

——Summary of the Empires and Mrs. Kiesler after hundreds of years of territorial war before the Great Holy War.

Now François finds himself in a dilemma. If he retreats, his prestige is damaged. It seems that he has made no achievements in this great expedition, and if he advances, it is difficult and even in danger of destruction.

The old man looked at the map and thought for a long time, and he was scheming to think wildly about any possible direction.

After thinking for a while, Jerrold finally came in from the outside. There was snow on Winford's paladin's shoulders, cloak, helmet and burqa. He took off his helmet and his face was full of weather: "Duke, things are not good!"

"I asked you to call you, why are you here now?" François turned around a little displeased, Sulia's long platinum hair was obviously inherited from François, and the father-in-law's deep sea blue eyes It is full of wisdom: "What happened?"

"It's an epidemic, my Duke. Diseases have spread in the army. Some people have colds, some have severe fevers, and some have typhoid fever and measles. The fear of spreading in the army." Gerrod said anxiously: "We Measures must be taken immediately."

"Isolate all the sick people first, **** it!" The old man slapped the table with a slap.

Gerold took the lead to leave. François held back his anger and tried not to let his anger vent to the attendants and others. He reached out his hand and took out a bottle of wine from the suitcase, only to find that the wine had actually frozen. Li scolded the lady for being on, and had to find another suitcase.

Inside is the special "Grey Goose" vodka sent by Beria, the white liquid in the glass bottle is crystal clear, and a sip of strong wine makes François feel much better, like a flame exploding and burning in his chest. The Duke immediately ordered the large quantities of vodka prepared by Beria to be distributed to the soldiers and knights to keep out the cold.

After a while, François was still thinking about when the patrols could bring back news. A Mrs. Keesler was brought into the big tent. He was strong, with a beard and head. Wearing a dog-skin hat and a thick double-layered winter coat: "My Duke!"

"Lu... Rumyantsev?" François thought for a while before remembering the man's name. The Duke said in a simple and concise manner: "I won't say anything more. To put it simply, we are in trouble."

"Yes, my Duke." The front-wing cavalry officer bowed: "And I am here to solve the problem."

"You have the ability to solve our current problems?!" François immediately turned around. Even if he was as steady as François, he couldn't help but be surprised when he heard the news: "Really?"

"I may not be able to solve all the problems, but I found our Kislov contact mark in a hidden camp deep in the forest." The former wing cavalry officer said respectfully: "There is also Kislov in the forest. The survivors of, they hid and formed a few very hidden camps, maybe they can help us."

"How can I help us?" Francois asked.

"Among them are wise women who can help us solve the threat of the epidemic, and they also have some excellent scouts and hunters who can help us move better in the forest. Maybe they have some supplies that can unlock our Urgent." Rumyantsev said sincerely: "My Duke, it is not so easy to solve the threat of chaos. We must unite."

Wisdom daughter?

François thought about it for a while and made a decision quickly.

"Purchase two goods! Bring enough gold coins, I have to personally ask for their help!"

Two hours later, in the snow-covered coniferous forest, more than twenty knights of the Quinalis Champion Knight Brotherhood, led by Francois himself, came to the depths of a dense forest that was almost impossible to pass. .

Behind the twenty-odd knights, there were two carts filled with gifts.

The atmosphere was very quiet. There was only the sound of heavy snow falling from the sky. The wind blew through the coniferous forest, and strange noises were heard. The knights were very nervous, and many people reached out and held the hilt of the sword.

The guide Rumyantsev carefully identified several engravings in the hidden position. After confirming it again and again, he shouted in one direction.

"Привет!"

No one responded.

Rumyantsev thought for a while, then shouted: "Здравствуйте?"

After a long time, an archer wearing a white full-length burqa finally appeared from a snowy field: "Ктотытакой?"

Rumyantsev said a few words back and forth with the archer.

In the end, it ended with the archer's "Ha La Xiu", so more archers appeared in the woodland.

The hidden camp door was exposed, and two musketeers aimed at the group of people with fire blunderbuss.

"My fellow, please open the door! We are the Breton army! Coming to recover the occupied area and expel the Chaos army!" François first expressed his friendship, and the old man continued: "Don't take your stitches and stitches. I'm giving you gifts back!"

"Bretanians?!" These Mrs. Kiesler glanced at each other suspiciously, or slowly put down the bows and arrows in their hands. These people had heard of the Bretonians, if it were an empire. When people come, they will definitely let each other go, but the Knight Kingdom has always prided itself on chivalry and virtue, and they might really do it.

"Don't you remember our assistance to Olengrad?" François shouted again: "This time we are here to help you regain the territory from Chaos, but we are in trouble and need you. Can you help us in?"

"I enlighten it in the name of Erson. They are all true. The Bretonians really want to help us recover our land!" Rumyantsev followed: "I use my life and The identity guarantee of the front-wing cavalry squad leader!"

Everyone in the forest camp discussed for a while, and finally, the door was opened.

François and his party entered the camp under the supervision of several Xa warriors and a group of Kislov militia. There were about two to three hundred people in the camp. They obviously lacked enough clothing and nutrition, but their will was still there. tenacious.

A nobleman of Kislev appeared in front of the François. He was obviously a priest of the bear **** Herson, with a wide forehead, peasy eyes, a big nose, thin lips, a very serious expression and a strong attitude, in his hands. Holding a battle axe, riding a giant bear.

"Hello, Lord of the Holy Grail from Brittania, I’m Vladimir, Vladimir Vladimirovich, an Erson priest, a former councillor of the Erlengrad Duma and a former Erlen The first deputy mayor of Glad, now the head of this camp."

"What are you doing?"