Warhammer Throne

The charge of Norsca's cavalry brigade is different from that of Bretania's lance attack. These barbarians have always been disorderly, especially in the charge of cavalry.

Flegnus, the champion of horror abuse, wears a giant blood-red horror helmet with eight pillars emblem on his head, and his whole body is covered by the scarlet armor bestowed by the blood god. In the fire of brimstone, Flegnus was holding a big blood sword in one hand and a tomahawk in the other. When he saw the charge of the Bretonian knights had begun to rout, this The fear of abuse champion is almost so enthusiastic and excited that he can't help himself!

"Little ones! Faithful believers of Inugami! Now, now, the time has come!!!" Flegnus rode frantically on the horse, swinging his big sword and battle axe back and forth, and he screamed. , The sound was as hot and irritating as **** lava: "The cowardly Southerners are defeated! The cowardly Southerners are not working, they are not working!!!"

"The followers, servants, and soldiers from the dark winter, follow the call of the blood **** Terrorist, follow my orders, follow me, charge!" The Terrorist champion motioned his followers to blow the horn: "Charge! Charge! In order to fear abuse, blood sacrifices to the blood god, and the skull to the skull!!!"

"Toot~~Toot~" The horn of the horrific abuse champion was blown. Almost all the barbarians could feel the bloodthirsty killing intent, especially the nearest riders. More than a thousand Norsca cavalry followed. In the footsteps of the horrific abuse champion Flegnus, he launched a charge towards the Bretons, and there were close to two thousand horses behind to keep up.

Iron hoofs trampled the farmland, battle axes harvested their heads, spears drank blood, Norsca’s large group of cavalry had dreams of incomparable dreams and a desire for the supreme reward of the King of Skulls, and they charged up with the lances of Brittany. It was very different, but as chaotic as a pack of hunting wolves. The cavalry rushed across the plain outside the city at a very fast speed, and rushed directly towards the place of the Breton Army!

"Hahahahahahahahaha!" This kind of passionate scene made the horrified abusers laugh. This is their favorite: "Don't be merciful, kill these cowards!"

"Fire! Fire!!!!" The Bretonian artillery seized the most precious time. Under the order of the engineer Thomas, they aimed at the charging barbarian cavalry. Dozens of rocket launchers rose to the sky, and then the cannon. Fire together with the mortar.

The all-round coverage of the rockets fell like raindrops in the densely charged array of the barbarian cavalry. The serial explosions, firelight, and sound stimulation stimulated the somewhat unsuitable Norsca horses, plus gunpowder. With the power of the cannons and mortars that came after the bombardment, more than 300 Norsca riders were destroyed and defeated in this shelling!

"Damn it! Who made Flegnos attack!" The treacherous **** Ejik-the maze guard holding on to the wall, angrily motioned to his "tribal beasts" champion warrior brigade to order the cavalry to retreat: "A group just knows Foolish fool, he will ruin all our previous efforts like this!"

The beasts of the tribe immediately blew the horn to retreat. The infantry heard the sound of the horn and continued to retreat. However, it was exactly the same as before. The Norskars, especially the large group of cavalry led by the Terrorist Champion, did not hear it at all. If you hear it, treat it as if you didn't hear it!

Those who believe in strangers are all cowards and cowards! Know the conspiracy **** all day long!

Those who believe in fear and abuse are all brain damage and deep well ice! The mentally handicapped who knows how to fight and bleed all day long!

"Hahahahaha!" Flegnus, the horror-torture champion, enjoyed this scene happily. He happily watched the tragic scene where the rider beside him was torn apart by rockets, cannons, and mortars, and he was splashed with blood. Feeling the smell of blood oxidizing in the air, hearing the neighing of horses and the shouting of the Norsca compatriots, the fear-abuse champion laughed loudly: "Hahahahaha! That's it, that's it, blood sacrifice to the blood god!"

"Charge! Kill! To fear abuse!"

"My fellow citizens, are you following me?"

"Yes, the champion of the blood god!"

"Ahahahaha!"

A large group of Norsca cavalry charged forcibly against the artillery fire. They stepped across a shallow gully, and the horror abuse champion yelled triumphantly. Flegnus looked forward through the smoke and flying dust.

The smile of the fear of abuse champion disappeared on his face.

Appearing in front of the Norskars are several hollow and large squares!

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

"Prepare!" The two large hollow phalanxes of the Cold Creek Guards and Connet Heights Defence Regiment led by Lord Philip Mountbatten were at the forefront. The local nobleman of Moussilon showed a cruel smile. Draw out the knight sword: "Fire!"

"Fire!"

A whole row of volleys of white smoke soared into the sky, and hundreds of crossbow arrows followed. The Nosca riders fell in pieces, facing the dense spikes of the halberd formation and The light reflected from the halberds, even the fierce Norsca horses didn't want to rush into this formation. The horses subconsciously sprinted in two directions, trying to avoid the Breton's hollow phalanx.

"Disperse! Outflank them!" Facing the intensive volley of firearms and crossbow attacks, the horror abuse champion was accidentally hit by bullets and crossbows on his shoulder and wrist. His guards and followers Due to the charge ahead, the loss was even more serious. Only five of the original elite riders of more than 30 people were still on the horse. Flegnus resisted the pain in his shoulder, and he directly stretched out his hand from his shoulder, which was still smoking. Huang Chengcheng's bullet was deducted from the hole: "Spread it out! Divide into two ways and outflank them from the rear!"

The Norsca cavalry suffered tremendous losses. They dropped hundreds of corpses and tried to separate them in two ways, but when they passed these two large hollow squares, there were three new hollow squares behind them. Formations and infantry fronts from the Duchy of Palaon and Montfort!

"Disperse, disperse! Don't rush to those crowded enemies!" The horror abuse champion yelled, his anger can almost kill these unhonorable southerners through his eyes: "Bastard! You are really mortal. The most humble and trash existence, cowards, all cowards, have the ability to come out against us, don’t engage in such disgusting tricks, you are not worthy, you wait, I will chop off all your heads and dedicate them to Fear of abuse!"

"I think he is drunk too much." Lord Philip Mountbatten motioned to the Cold Creek Guards to stick to the line, and he said to the lieutenant Udino.

"He is suggesting to increase his efforts." Udino also smiled coldly: "Lengxi Guards! Listen to my orders and prepare to throw bombs!"

"Yes!" A handful of grenadiers prepared to step forward.

The Norsca cavalry could not find a suitable place to charge at all. There were dense spears or halberds in the enemy's hollow squares. The cavalry was left with less than 1,500 men.

A military song rang from the Southerners Hollow Square.

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

"Or someone who is as famous as Jules and Taylor Buddha~"

"But there are still ordinary people who are as great as they can be compared to them~"

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

The horror of abuse champion gathered a team of hundred people to try to force the hollow phalanx of the Cold Creek Guards, but dozens of grenade oncoming blasted the hundred people team that had finally gathered up. Flegnus’s His chest and face were all wounded by grenades, and the horse under his seat was blown to death on the spot. The horrific abuse champion was forced to find an ownerless Norsca horse in the chaos and retreat in another direction.

"Beep! Beep!" The Norsca cavalry had no choice but to take the hollow phalanx, and at this moment, the worse scene appeared.

Hundreds of cavalrymen of the Urgol Legion led by Beria and Meletskov joined the battlefield. They used bows, muskets, and machetes to slaughter the Norskans who had fallen sharply in morale and were unable to fight again.

After a series of changes, the Ugol Legion has now put on the breastplate and replaced it with sophisticated equipment. This group of soldiers from Kislov have received encouragement and generous treatment from Ryan. At the same time, the King of Knights will face The half-red and half-white striped flag was handed over to them as the banner of the Ugol Legion. Now, this group of Kieslovs is full of vigor, not to mention that the Norskars are also their blood feuds and old opponents.

From the side, they were rushed by the cavalry of the Urgol brigade, and the Norsca cavalry, who had huge casualties and sluggish fighting spirit, immediately began to rout. On this day, the Urgols were destined to enjoy victory and witness the fiasco of the barbarians. They have fought the barbarians for more than three thousand years, and both sides don't need any mercy.

"Kill them all! Kill every barbarian you see!" Beria charged forward, and the Ugol legion commander waved a machete, slashed down a Norscar head flying into the sky, blood never headless Half a meter high sprayed from the body.

In the end, the Norscar cavalry were almost completely slaughtered. The panicked Norscars were powerless against the hollow phalanx and were side-rushed, and almost all of them were killed while fleeing.

Flegnos, the champion of horror abuse, couldn't accept this scene. He howled and tried to gather the army, but even the blood **** horror's will could not bring the Norskars back together, and the barbarians saw only escape.

Flagnus was angry and powerless. He immediately found that the Ugol Legion was rushing towards him. The champion was not shocked and rejoiced. He immediately subconsciously resorted to the oldest and most classic method, Noth. The Karen rushed towards the Ugol cavalry alone, stopped at a certain distance, then raised his weapon at Beria, who was obviously the commander in command, and slapped his fist on the chest.

He asked for a championship showdown.

"..." Beria looked at this scene with a cold face, and he couldn't help but sneered. The Ugol Army Commander gestured to the cavalry behind him, and then stretched out his hand as if he wanted to take a white glove.

"Yes, that's it!" The horror abuse champion slapped his weapon vigorously, indicating that Beria can come out.

However, what he was waiting for was the muzzle of dozens of black holes.

More than 30 Ugore archers, including Beria himself, took out the short fire guns loaded with ammunition from under the saddle!

"Fire!" Beria ordered coldly, and more than 30 short blunderbuss fired at Flegnus at a distance of less than 20 meters. The terrorist champion shot a dozen shots on the spot and screamed. When he fell off his horse, he was immediately chopped into meat sauce by the Ugol people who were greedy for military service.

"Insane, I am not a holy grail knight, who will fight you champion." Beria glanced at the deadly corpse of the fearless champion, and shrugged: "Let's continue!"

In the end, less than two hundred of the more than three thousand Nosca cavalry escaped, while the Bretons only paid about two hundred casualties.

At the same time, amidst the defeated Breton knights, a vision suddenly appeared, a gust of wind was blowing, and a very ancient and sacred energy was released in the air. Green and green light appeared in the ivy. Among the flying leaves, under the sky of the Knight Kingdom, a legendary hero appeared in the light and shadow. He was riding an alien beast with steaming smoke. Under the full green kite helmet, The shadow of green mist and a pair of cold eyes glowing with green light.

The ancient hero raised the painful blade in his hand, and the green light on the plain said: "Son of Bretania! Come by my side!"

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

"The Green Knight has come to support us!"

"The lady has not forgotten her people!"

"Long live Brittania!"

The morale of the rout knights was greatly boosted. They stopped the rout and rushed towards the green knight to try to regroup. It didn't take a few minutes. Under the encouragement of the green knight, the momentum of rout disappeared and they recovered. Morale, ready to turn around and fight back against the damned Norsca.

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

Just at the south end of the horizon, a giant red and blue background with a golden lion coat of arms holding the Holy Grail and a sharp sword in the middle is rising from the horizon. With the appearance of the banner, it is like a torrent of steel. , And a row of Holy Grail knights and Lake God prophets at the forefront of the brigade. .

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

"That is?!"