Above the head, thousands of feet of thunder roared, and under the feet, flesh and blood were shattered into pieces.
Stepping on the land mixed with mud and blood, the giant bear carried Rhodes all the way. The mercenaries along the way were shocked by this terrifying posture and gave way one after another. Those who had no time to avoid were directly knocked down by the giant bear and fell into the bear's paws.
A pool of blood and mud underneath...
Wielding the Thunder Tomahawk, Rhodes roared again to summon the power of thunder and lightning. Thunder continued to roll in the sky. Along the way forward, lightning fell straight down, forming a row of blue arcs, exploding dust into the sky, clearing Rhodes.
A path of charge emerged. The giant bear roared and charged even more wildly, like a ray of silver light rushing into the red ocean, tearing through the densely packed crowd and reaching the forefront of the fiercest battle.
On the front line, Grand Duke Cohen is in trouble. There are more and more rebels surrounding the Duke of Kislev's guard. Lawrence can't squeeze in at all, so he can only survive on the outside.
It wasn't until Rhodes arrived despite lightning that the crowd burst into savior-like exclamations.
"Dense formation, alternate cover!"
Without any time to say polite greetings, Rhodes rode on the back of the giant bear and gave orders directly to the soldiers on the front line. These soldiers did not belong to him. However, on a battlefield full of dangers, people had no choice. There was someone who could lead them.
It's the key to survival.
"Damn! What is he doing? Seizing power?"
In the crowd, Cohen cursed loudly, but no one heard his complaint. More soldiers turned their attention to the "giant" who was surrounded by lightning on the battlefield. He was indeed like a giant... amid the lightning and thunder,
The figure cast by the firelight stretched infinitely, as if it were a god from ancient times. However, after all, he was not a god, but a mortal.
"Brothers, unite, follow me, and fight again!"
"For Kislev! For the North!"
Riding on the giant bear, Rhodes waved his battle ax and raised his arms while shouting, his voice started to be hoarse and he was panting, but he kept fighting. Time and time again, the thunder and lightning turned into sharp arrows, slashing at the mercenary army around Rhodes.
The crowd shouted, and gradually, many elite veterans began to gather together under the leadership of their respective regiment leaders to form a dense shield array.
"The soldiers of the North will die on the battlefield one day, but that will never be today!"
"Roar……"
Waves of roars came from the mouth of the Lord of Blackhammer Castle, heads flying in front of Rhodes' eyes. The thunder battle ax rotated across the crowd, setting off a blood storm, and then rotated back to Rhodes' hands. Stars of blood were mixed with broken internal organs.
Drops on the battle axe.
All around, dust stained black by blood was flying, and the armor on Rhodes was covered with blood. He jumped off the giant bear and stood in the center of the crowd, encouraging the soldiers to fight bloody battles. A mercenary captain threw a spear at him, and he was killed
Rhodes chopped his ax into two pieces. When he regained his composure, the Lord of Blackhammer Castle's battle ax had already whirled over, cutting the mercenary captain's head in half! (This place is too bloody to describe...
)
The white bear roared and rushed out, knocking away the Blood Hand mercenaries who were besieging General Cohen. After biting the throat of a Blood Hand mercenary with its fangs, it dragged the soldier's arm and appeared with blood on his face.
In front of Cohen, the Grand Duke was almost frightened by the sight before him.
He held the sword in his hand and pointed it directly at the bloody white bear. However, Ursok ignored it and just roared out of the crowd, biting the next enemy.
Finally, the retreat horn sounded from deep in the jungle, and the embarrassed bloody mercenaries began to retreat, leaving behind tattered corpses one after another.
"Rod! Rod!"
The bloody sunset gradually set, and the forest paths echoed with the fanatical shouts of the northern soldiers. Overnight, it seemed that the leader of the entire army was no longer the Grand Duke of Kislev, but this unknown little northern lord.
Of course, now it is no longer unknown, but well known...
…
After the bloody battle, the forest trails were littered with broken limbs, and scarlet blood flowed and gathered into a river.
Not daring to let the legion camp where they were, Cohen ordered the soldiers to abandon the corpses and march all night. They walked out of the forest early the next morning and camped in an open space.
The steward counted the losses of the entire battle. One-third of the grain was burned, and the carriages were also damaged a lot. Nearly 800 soldiers died in the forest. Lord Aubrey of Iron Ring Castle and Dusk Winter Castle
Lord Jigur was injured in the battle, but the other lords are fine for the time being.
Eight hundred casualties and two lords were injured. Although the total number of soldiers of the entire Northern Alliance Army reached thousands, this casualty number was still very terrifying for a regular army, reaching almost 2% of the total.
10. You must know that if it is a plain battlefield, a death rate of more than 10% will very likely lead to the defeat of the entire army. In some local battlefields, as long as the front row of soldiers collapses, the soldiers behind will not need to fight... The morale of an army composed of farmers
It will always be a flaw. It is not as heroic as the Chaos Warriors or Bretonnian Knights. Most people are afraid of death...
Therefore, in an ambush battle, the entire Northern Alliance Army lost 20% of its soldiers, which is already a very terrifying figure.
"How many enemies did he kill?"
However, as the commander of the legion, Cohen did not care about the casualty rate. He only cared about the Black Hammer Lord who performed outstandingly in this battle. Outside the big tent, the soldiers all worshiped him fanatically. If this continues, Cohen knew that he
The position is not guaranteed.
"More than two hundred people..."
The adjutant answered innocently. He looked at his general, feeling anxious, wondering if his general would get angry next second.
But Cohen still held back.
"There are only more than two hundred people, which is still very small compared to the total number of rebels. He can't kill an entire army by himself, can he?"
The Grand Duke thought angrily. Although the legion was rescued, after this battle, his reputation had been completely overshadowed by the barbarian lord from the north. People praised his reputation, but they did not forget to talk about what should have been in this battle.
The Grand Duke, who commanded a large force to counterattack, was actually rescued from the battlefield by his subordinates...
"This is the number of people killed by him, not including the number of people killed by the bear..."
The adjutant added in a low voice. When the ambush came, he was also on the battlefield and saw with his own eyes how Rhodes' bear killed the enemy... like a bloodthirsty demon, one slap at a time, and any armor or shield was in front of it.
They are all as fragile as paper...
The expression on Cohen's face became even more distorted. He remembered that last night, the bear growled at him and held half of the enemy's arm in its mouth. That scene seemed to be mocking his incompetence...