Warhammer Throne

The Kislov garrison stationed in Vosgrad is no stranger to the barbarian army, or they have formed an instinct to fight the barbarians all the year round. When the fire from the Chaos Hell Cannon fell into the fortress, dozens of them When the defenders burned to ashes and smashed a whole section of the city wall into a large hole, the alarm sounded immediately, and Kislov's defenders immediately began to respond quickly.

Vosgrad’s garrison coach was a Ugolboye, Major General Korobkov. The general woke up from the explosion when he got up from the camp bed and ran all the way to the wall, watching Dozens of chaotic artillery fire and gunpowder fell across the sky like meteors above the sky, and the general immediately realized that something was wrong: "Sorry!"

"It seems that some people's estimates have made a serious and irreparable mistake!"

"Alert! Alert! Let everyone get up!"

"Ready to fight, prepare to fight!!!"

The sound of anxious horns and sirens awakened Artem, who was still asleep. The first-class soldier shivered and awakened from his sleep: "What's the matter? Damn it! Urson is here!"

"Tal's teeth! Get up, Artyom, the enemy is coming! Chaos and miscellaneous are coming!" The guards were all hurriedly dressed in the barracks, looking for their weapons and equipment.

As soon as Artem got up, he felt that the early morning chill was piercing directly into his clothes. The young Kislov soldier's eyes were dark, a very strong nausea filled his mouth and throat, and his head was dizzy. Yes, Artem almost fell to the ground, but fortunately someone reached out and pulled him up: "What's the matter, Artem, is it uncomfortable?"

"No, it's okay." The spearman knew what it was because of long-term malnutrition. Artem gritted his teeth and stood up. He grabbed the vodka into his arms and took his chest. Armor hung on his body and put it on, then found his helmet and took the spear.

"Quick! Quick!" the officer yelled at the door, motioning for the soldiers to go up to the city wall as soon as possible.

Along the stairs of the city wall, the spearman boarded the city wall against the first ray of sunlight in the morning, and he looked through the crevices of the city wall.

The terrifying scenery in front of him made the first-class soldier tremble uncontrollably. He only felt the cold air along the cuffs, along the neckline, along the ankle, and gradually covered the whole body.

Outside the city wall, is a dark green ocean.

Thousands of Norskars have surrounded this fortress. The veterans of Norskars with shabby clothes and white temples are walking in the forefront. The city carts, the veterans are very old. These barbarians have been regarded as "useless rubbish". Their only value now is to act as a shield and to die.

The Norsca veterans are followed by more than a dozen legions, hundreds of Norsca predators of the war gang, their vicious faces are only the enthusiasm for killing, how many weird low-level Nurghou demons are there? At least Artem saw hundreds of them. Mortals tormented by the plague and corrupted mutant beasts raised their pock-scarred faces hoping for orders. Thousands of flags were held high in the sky, and each one was marked. The face of the father of various diseases, the butcher knife was taken out of the holster, the chain of the hammer was untied, and the blunt sword was taken out of the human leather scabbard.

In the distance, more than a dozen giant chaos trolls of Nurgle were waving the big sticks in their hands. After that, three chaotic giants were covered with pustules and sores blessed by Nurgle, and they continued to move forward. The ground dripped slurry, and dozens of Chaos Eggs were driven forward by the Norskars, and there was no trace of human beings on their bodies.

There are also a large number of plague war mastiffs in the rows.

"Oh my God, Urson is on!" Dozens of fires flashed across the sky, Artem hurriedly hid his body behind the battlements, and a demon shell from the Chaos Hell Cannon bombed the city wall. The fifteen-meter-high city wall was blown out in an instant with a three-meter-high and two-meter-wide opening.

"What about our artillery? What are they doing?" Artem yelled at the nearby colleagues who also held spears in fear and helplessness. It seemed that without this method, he would not be able to drive away the inner shake.

"The range of cannons and mortars is not that far!" Major General Korobkov commanded the defense. The Major General stood at the top of the fortress, looking down at the city wall below: "Enter your position! Prepare for the enemy's attack. Rager’s reinforcements arrive!"

How many enemies are there? Thirty thousand? fifty thousand? Still one hundred thousand? Artem squeezed the spear in his hand. It seemed that only this spear could bring him a sense of security. He took out a crossbow from behind and began to bounce the crossbow with his feet.

This inferior crossbow made by the empire is different from the exquisite hand crossbows of the Nuer Armory or the Dwarf. This inferior crossbow only has a simple wooden handle, and it is very troublesome and laborious to load. It is enough to shoot one arrow in a minute, but At least it can distract the spearmen and have something to do.

The sound of chaotic footsteps has quietly approached, Artem can feel the footsteps of the boots. After the bombs are loaded, the defenders have seen a large number of neatly arranged torches spreading around, and they heard the harsh screams of the horns of war. , And a low lament praising the decaying god.

Soon, the attack of Chaos began.

Dozens of chaotic artillery fired continuously under the operation of the chaotic dwarf engineer, and following the sound of the artillery, the roar and cheers of thousands of Norsca warriors, the sound of striking shields with weapons, and jumbled drums followed the sound of the artillery. , The horrific believers first launched the charge. The hordes of Norsca warriors who believed in horror rushed madly under the fortress wall. They yelled madly, trying to make their voices be affected by the great blood god. Hear.

At the beginning, Major General Korobkov signaled the defenders to stabilize their positions. The Major General thought that this might be a temptation for Chaos Miscellaneous, but with the charge of the Terrorists, all the Chaos Army began to advance. The monsters The war gang even overwhelmed the old, weak, sick and disabled Norsca in front of them, and the major general realized that this was not a temptation, but an all-out attack.

"fire!"

"Fire!!!"

"Free shooting!"

The roar of the officers resounded through the city. On the west wall of the Fort Worthgrad, hundreds of defenders and dozens of artillery fired at the same time, and dozens of guns from the Empire also fired bullets at the enemy. Most of the devastating devotees who rushed to the front only wore the simplest leather armor, and many even had no armor. They fell more than a hundred people in an instant. In an instant, Artem felt the mortal Strength, he clenched his crossbow, aimed at a Norsca warrior who was wearing only pants and holding two crudely crafted axes, his temples were white, and he charged frantically, and pulled the trigger.

However, the power and confidence brought by the artillery was only a moment. The wailing and screams of the dead on the wall were immediately overwhelmed by endless successors. Dozens of Norsca gangs rushed up from behind. They even ran over their compatriots of the same race and stepped on the bodies of incompetent compatriots with their feet. They came like a flood.

bring it on! bring it on! The children of Kieslov will never succumb to the darkness, forever! Artem's heart was gradually filled with a cold and desperate anger, the spearmen filled the crossbow, and the officers' orders sounded: "Aim at the nearest shot! Prepare for melee!"

It was too late, or the number was too much. After the Norsca warriors rushed under the wall, hundreds of brass hooks flew up into the air from under the wall, and a few seconds later, on the ropes of each hook. It was full of Norsca predators, who quickly alternated their hands, trying to pull themselves up the city wall.

Those who did not have claws took out javelins and throwing axes one after another, and fought back at the guards. The hit rate was of course low, but as long as a guard was hit, thousands of howls and praising the dark **** would erupt under the city wall. Tribute.

The defenders tried all means to resist. The hundreds of brass hooks were so hard that they couldn't use those shoddy swords or spears to break open. So the defenders stabbed them with spears, burned them with boiling water, and smashed them with stones. , To prevent the barbarians from ascending the city.

A chaos **** cannon just blasted not far away, and the oncoming debris, pieces of flesh and blood, and gun smoke splashed Artyom. The spearmen clenched their spears with both hands and furiously took the curved spears. Stabbing at a climbing Norsca predator, the sharp tip of the spear pierced the face of the barbarian, turning his frenetic and angry face into astonishment and inconceivable. The blood sprayed on the city wall and splashed. Artem said: "Go to hell! Chaos bastard!"

The scarlet blood made the spearman also into a frenzy. He tried to pull out the spear, but the workmanship was really not good. The spear broke completely when it had been bent, and he only took back half of the wooden spear handle. , Artem yelled angrily, seeming to complain about the poor workmanship of the spear. He immediately noticed that three more brass hooks had been fixed nearby. The Norsca predators above were fast Speed ​​climbs up.

The young spearman had no spears anymore, and he was about to turn his head and call for his companions.

However, what appeared in front of him was the huge pit that was bombarded by the chaotic **** on the wall beside him, and the melted ashes of the Fifth and Sixth Regiment. A spearman's half body was shattered by the artillery fire, leaving only When he reached his upper body, his intestines ran **** all over the floor. He was struggling in pain, breathing, his fingers scorched black by the cannon fodder from the Hell Cannon pointed to a place: "Brother, my spear... is there."

After speaking, the soldier's head was planted and never got up again.

Artem only felt dry and dry. He didn't have time to grieve for the sacrifice of his compatriots. The spearmen were crazy and angry. He grabbed the spear, pierced the weapon into the bricks of the city wall, and slammed the bricks hard. Cocked, and all the barbarian warriors hanging on it with two brass claws and all fell down.

This short section of the city wall is temporarily safe. The spearmen panted for breath, and the reinforcements from behind arrived soon. A reserve team—a pitiful little, with only a dozen people, guarded with spears and swords and shields. The army rushed over, preparing for the next wave of offensive by the Chaos Army.

Artem subconsciously wanted to get a sip of water, but he had nothing now. The spearmen tried to observe the situation. He immediately found that four siege towers and a large siege hammer pushed by the Chaos trolls were working. Very slowly and firmly approaching the city wall, the movements of the followers of Nurgle were indeed not fast, but the scene they saw next was extremely desperate.

A cannon shell hit the rotten and fragile siege tower, and the siege tower was immediately blasted out of a big hole, crumbling, but then, the terrible Nurgle witch doctor-more than four meters tall, wearing a robe, holding The champion of Nurgle's Chosen with the Skull Staff only needs a spell, and a thick and sticky green pus will flow out where the siege tower is destroyed, sealing the gap and keeping the siege tower running quickly.

"For Erson, for Kislov, for Katalin!"

Mrs. Kiesler would never retreat, never surrender. The defenders were starving and lacking weapons and clean water. Under the personal command of Major General Korobkov, they formed a death squad, with a dozen young men. He personally led the imperial grenade and explosives bag, dangled it from the city wall with a rope, and used his own life to detonate the mobile base under the siege tower. The four siege towers were five meters, five meters, and seven meters away from the city wall. Paralyzed at eight meters.

"Wow!" The Chaos Army roared angrily! In particular, Festus, the champion of Nurgle God's Choice, the good son of his father, and the favorite witch doctor of Nurgle, ordered the Warriors of Chaos to step forward.

The two chaotic giants continued to push the giant siege hammer forward.

"Boom!" The giant siege hammer bombarded the east gate of the strong fortress.

"Boom!" The iron bolt tied behind the gate twisted for a while.

"Boom!" After dozens of consecutive hits, he couldn't hold on seeing the gate. The defender's bed crossbow finally hit the Chaos Giant's heart in dozens of attempts, and the Chaos Giant screamed and fell with his hands on his chest. , Crushing the siege hammer, another chaotic giant retreated in fear and was beheaded by Festus himself.

"Boom!" The battle on the city wall continued. The Kiesloff guards desperately tried their first blood. One person, hundreds of barbarian warriors jumped directly onto the city wall from the siege tower, and were repelled by the defenders. !

Three teams of chaotic warriors in full body armor climbed up the city wall along the siege ladder, and were still repelled!

In the end, more than a dozen Nurgle God-chosen warriors boarded the city wall under the personal leadership of Nurg champion Apozul. They harvested hundreds of heads of Mrs. Keisler as soon as they came up. The Nurg champion once declared themselves Victory, and the determination to dedicate this fortress to Nurgle.

However, the children of God Bear never gave up. The defending army used the last trump card, which was the holy thing of Thor, the thunder **** among the three northern gods. Now, this holy thing has lost its previous light, and a sky above the sky. Pili scorched the skins of Nurgle champion Apozul and more than a dozen of the best warriors, and blasted them down the city wall.

But even Thor’s lightning power could not completely kill the champions of Nurgle and the champions of God’s choice. They quickly got up. It seems that Thor’s magic has scorched their flesh and skin a lot. There is not enough power to kill them.

Chaos Hell bombarded all three towers of the fortress, and the dozens of cannons and a small number of musketeers in it were all silent. The Chaos Army tried to attack again, but Mrs. Keisler’s iron will made them organize again. There was a wave of counterattack, and after more than 300 casualties were paid, the Chaos army was driven down the city wall again!

Prolonged fighting, malnutrition, and lack of water replenishment made Artem almost unable to stand. Only a few guards remained alive on the entire length of the wall. They threw the corpses of their compatriots from the wall as heavy objects. Used as a rolling stone oak wood.

In this way, the Kislov defenders actually repelled the offensive of the Chaos Army again!

After fighting for nearly ten hours, Festus finally couldn't tolerate the botched defeat of his legion. The champion of Nurgle's Chosen motioned the Nurgle's Chosen Warriors to take out his secret weapon.

More than a dozen large clay pots of Nurgle were thrown into the fortress that was already covered with debris and messy ground by the champions of Nurg. Dark green clouds covered the entire fortress. At first, only a few of the defenders felt their bodies. Uncomfortable and coughing, but soon a group of people fell. Those who succumbed to the evil contagion of the cloud found boils on their skin, blisters on their tongues, and jelly on their eyelids.

Artem coughed painfully. As he coughed, his mouth was spitting out lung fragments and a large stream of blood. The spearman stood up against the wall. He found that the original solid stone wall was now Become slimy.

The city wall melted, dripping with a salty liquid, making a pungent sound.

"Boom!" Another Chaos Giant rushed over, and the gate of the fortress finally collapsed.

"Retreat! Everyone! Retreat...cough cough cough, retreat to the main fort!"

"retreat!"

The garrison, with less than five hundred people left, tried to retreat under the command of the major general, retreating into the fortress and continuing to resist.

Festus, the champion of Nurgle, once thought they had taken the fortress after breaking through the fortress gate.

However, Mrs. Keesler quickly told the Yankees that you were very wrong.

The remaining three hundred Kislov defenders were infected with the Nurgle Plague, lacking weapons and ammunition, lack of water and food, and without any reinforcements, relying on fierce street and street battles in the four fortresses in the fortress. , Made a tenacious resistance to Festus.

Every house, every building, every street, every stronghold, Mrs. Keisler used her life tenaciously to stop Festus and his army, due to the narrow and crowded streets, the chaos of numbers and the giant beasts. The advantage could not be brought into play. Every hour, Mrs. Keesler had to repel the Chaos Army 6-7 attacks.

The defenders were already desperate. The fortress had been surrounded on all sides. There was no messenger to pass the information behind to Prager, but the proud and stubborn Mrs. Keisler decided to continue fighting and keep fighting.

The Warsglade Fortress defense battle has been fought from 4:30 am on the first day to noon the next day. This battle far exceeds the five-hour plan of the Nurgle God's Choice Champion to resolve the battle.

However, no matter how tenacious the defenders of Kislov were and how they resisted it, at twelve o’clock the next day, when the last Kislov soldier coughed up blood, endured terrible illnesses, and used his willpower to overcome the lack of water and The trouble of hunger, when gathered in a humble Erson church deep in the fortress, everyone realized that the last moment had come.

First Class Artem... No, he is now acting Colonel Artem. This spearman is dying. Behind him, more than twenty sickly tortured, fortress Vosgrad last The garrison of Kislov was hiding in the chapel of the bear god, preparing to welcome his last moment.

Not far away, countless warriors of Chaos marched side by side on the streets full of corpses and tumbling clouds of plague. The streets were full of the corpses of Kislov’s defenders and barbarians, and flames and smoke were in the ruins. Burning.

The plague war mastiffs are greedily sniffing the smell, they are searching for whether there are still defenders alive.

All the corpses of Kislov’s garrison must be gathered, and the Epidemic Doctor Festus will use the flesh and blood of these corpses to make "Nurgle Soap".

Acting Colonel Artem gasped for breath, he kept coughing up blood, his sanity was already a bit trance.

In the illusion, he felt as if he had returned to his hometown, the beautiful birch forest, the snow was still under, the birch trees were carved with his and her names, the pigeons were still flying in the sky, and the village was always peaceful.

"Cough cough cough..." Artem suddenly remembered something, and he reached out and touched his arms.

There lay his vodka glass bottle.

The last bite, you can't miss it anyway.

Artem reached out and took out the glass bottle, unscrewed the bottle cap laboriously, and drank the last sip of vodka. His mouth was full of the smell of rust, but he still tasted the familiar taste.

The acting colonel leaned on the wall and stood up. Seeing him getting up, all the soldiers tried to get up.

Crowds of chaos warriors are approaching, getting closer and closer, and chaos warriors have already noticed this dilapidated church.

The church sounded the last battle roar belonging to Kislov. Under the leadership of Artem, more than twenty soldiers hobbled with weapons, even stools, shovel, table corners and wooden sticks. , The Chaos Army coming to the north launched its last assault. .

"Ula!"

"Ullalalalala!!!"