Chapter 324 The army presses the territory (Part 2)
The Norscan troops of nearly 20,000 people marched all the way south. When they arrived at the border of Kislev, there were only about 15,000 people left. Some could not keep up with the marching speed of the large army and were left behind, while others were left behind.
Some were killed in fights during the march, sacrificed, and some simply froze to death on the road.
Finally, half a month later, in the middle of winter, they met the coalition forces in the northern border of Kislev. What appeared in front of them was a wooden fortress with numerous towers and a tight wall.
The fortress did not look very strong, and the wooden fortifications were not much of a hindrance to the Khorne warriors. However, Grettir knew that he was not facing an ordinary Kislev lord, but
An opponent who was good at creating traps and disguising himself. His father Asabaal died because of underestimating the enemy. At that time, Rhodes assassinated nearly one-third of the Norse troops with a trap tape that stretched for several miles.
Therefore, this time, Grettir will never make the same mistake again. Although he also wants to rush forward and chop with a swing of his axe. But no one knows whether there is still that deadly trap in front of this camp?
There might be an invisible danger under the white snowflakes. After careful consideration, Grettir chose to camp where he was, and first sent the marauder cavalry to explore the reality.
The large army quickly became busy. Due to the lack of supplies and the lack of systematic training, their camps were once again built in a mess. There were scattered tents here and there, but no one cared.
Even Grettir himself didn't care. Even though there were losses along the way, he still had at least 15,000 people under his command, which was more than three times the number of Kislev's army. In this case, even if Rhodes
No matter how brave he is, he can't take the initiative to attack. What's more, he built the camp so beautifully, isn't it just for positional warfare?
If there is still a threat to Gray Tier, then it comes from within the legion. There are always some provocateurs who are eager to fight. After the small soldiers are killed, they want to challenge higher-level opponents. Before engaging the enemy in close combat, Gray
Tire is facing this problem.
In fact, he has killed five challengers, and the one who refuses to obey him and is still making trouble is Austin, the chief of the Thunder Ax clan. When Grettir ordered to set up camp instead of attacking directly, the red man
The skin-warming chief couldn't stand it anymore and stood up directly to fight Grettir.
"You coward, we have been trekking for so long, and now the enemy is right in front of us, but you are shrinking back? Tell me, Blood God, what qualifications do you have to be our chief?"
Austin stood outside the tent, glaring at Grettir. His father had died under Grettir's blade, but as a Khorne believer, he didn't care at all. He only followed Grettir because of him
He is a person blessed by the Blood God. But now, Austin can't stand Grettir, and Austin just wants to be the chief himself. He wants to challenge Grettir and tell the Blood God with a bloody battle that he should be the one who is being blessed.
Blessed people.
"What qualifications do I have? I killed your father and all the challengers. This is my qualification!"
Grettir could only respond. He swung his war hammer and roared loudly.
Everyone saw it. At the same time, the red-skinned guys had put down their work and watched the two men yelling at each other excitedly.
"Blood sacrifice to the blood god!"
They roared and couldn't wait to demand a duel between the two chiefs.
Soon, Austin, the chief of the Thunder Ax clan, rushed forward with his big ax. He charged like a bison, raising flying snow in the sky, while Grettir also roared and attacked. His war hammer was like a heavy blow.
The bomb hit the right side of Austin's body, and Austin swung the huge blood ax to sweep Grettir's war hammer away. At the same time, the brutal force swept the great chief to the ground.
He then rushed forward, and the bloody ax struck down again, trying to split the fallen Grettir into two pieces. Grettir quickly rolled to avoid the fatal blow, and at the same time swept Austin with his war hammer.
legs.
Chief Thunderaxe barely dodged, and Grettir took the opportunity to stand up and kicked him to the ground. The war hammer followed closely, and Austin hurriedly dodged again. Both of them were breathing heavily, seemingly normal.
It's a move, but it contains terrifying power. If a normal person is hit with one blow, his head will be absolutely crushed.
Soon, unable to control their inner anger, the two charged head-on again. This time, Austin was knocked out by the violent warchief. He was as strong as an ox, but Grettir, who was blessed by Khorne, was even more violent.
The power. He was already enraged, with veins all over his body bulging, and his skin turning a bright fiery red.
Amidst bursts of roars, Grettir swung his hammer and struck hard. Austin raised his weapon to block, but the resistance became weaker every time. The warchief continued to swing his hammer and struck at the same angle. Finally, the fourth
Austin couldn't hold on anymore. He fell like a heavy bull in the snow.
Grettir's anger was still lingering, and he felt that his body was filled with anger and power. The Blood God was looking at him and caring for him. Austin was his assistant who had been promoted by one hand, but this was compared to the Blood God's blessing.
It's simply insignificant.
Grettir walked over and struck the weak challenger with a hammer. The huge hammer hit his chest, and thick blood spurted out from Austin's mouth, dyeing the snow under him black and red.
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Soon, Grettir picked up the battle ax left on the ground. He held the ax with one hand, and amid the fanatical shouts of the believers, he chopped off the head of Austin, the chief of the Thunder Ax clan! The bloody head
The head dyed bright red suddenly rolled far away and stopped at the feet of several tribal warriors.
On the field, the savage and fanatical shouts of the soldiers suddenly rang out. No one cared that another chief of the Thunder Ax clan died, but cheered for this bloody scene.
"Sacrifice!"
Grettir growled.
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The Norscan army stopped a few miles away from the camp, which finally made Rhodes breathe a sigh of relief. The so-called war is never tiring, and caution is the advantage of the leader of the Norscan army, but it is also his shortcoming. Being too cautious made him miss
The best opportunity to attack.
Rhodes looked at the sun that was gradually setting on the horizon and knew that everything was about to begin.
After nightfall, the two armies faced each other, and the camp was filled with flames. It seemed that everyone was recuperating for tomorrow's decisive battle. However, where the Norscans could not see, thousands of Kislev soldiers were holding weapons.
Armed with a series of tools such as shovels and saws, they quietly marched around the battlefield. They were ordered to build a line of defense to block the battlefield at night...