"It seems that what Lord Rhodes said is true, the Norscan pirates are here again."
The northern battlefield was a fierce battle. In the south, on the coastline of Blackhammer Castle, the two Erengrad gunboats that were ordered to go to the estuary of the Winter Spring River also encountered a large number of Norscan invaders. They had about twenty ships.
, except it's not a gunboat, but a marauder longship.
Gunboat Captain Macraney couldn't help but feel lucky for the admiral's decision. The twenty-odd longships were nothing more than ants to the regular navy of Erlengrad, but to the black men who had no naval strength, they were nothing more than ants.
For Hammer Castle, it was a disaster. Fortunately, they arrived here in time.
The Norscans obviously did not expect that there would be two regular naval warships equipped with heavy artillery parked at the entrance of the sea. However, they took the order and could only move forward, not retreat. Braving the flying gunfire, twenty-five Hague Tribes
The marauder longboat faced the wind and waves and rushed towards the two tall Kislev warships.
In an instant, fire lit up inside the cabin and on the deck, and more than a dozen solid bullets flew in the direction in which the barbarians were coming.
With the roar of cannonballs piercing the sky, more than a dozen cannonballs exploded in the waters where the Norsca longships were located. Two of the cannonballs even directly sank two marauder longships. The hard keel was roared away
The incoming projectiles directly smashed through, and the entire ship was broken into two pieces, like two seesaws. The bow and stern of the ship stood up and slowly submerged into the water. Leaving behind a pool of blood and a dozen Norscan pirates who had a chance to escape.
They paddled hard on the sea surface, grabbing everything that floated.
But soon, the second round of shelling followed.
"Feel the taste of steel and fire!"
Captain Macraney shouted wildly. In the billowing smoke, the chain bullets flew out of the gun barrel at high speed, and the two bundled projectiles glided in the air, making a terrifying whistling sound. Two more Norsca plundered
The longship was hit on the hull, and the chain bullets sliced off the heads of almost everyone on board! Blood spurted out like a fountain. Finally, the longship's mast was directly smashed, the huge sail was covered, and the white canvas was dyed
Bloody red...
This time, there was no scream, because almost everyone on the ship died instantly.
This was not a contest of the same level. After two rounds of shelling, the leader of the raiders finally couldn't bear the heavy casualties and ordered his troops to retreat.
They can approach Kislev's warship, board the ship through the side, and hijack the ship in close combat. However, the leader of the Hague fleet knows that by the time they approach Mrs. Kislev's warship, two-thirds of the people will probably die.
.At that time, even the manpower was not enough.
In desperation, we had to retreat.
However, how could the high-performance Kislev gunboats let go of the northern invaders. They had been fighting for hundreds of years and had already regarded their opponents as mortal enemies.
Captain Macraney immediately gave the order to raise the sails and pursue pursuit.
The residents of Blackhammer Castle did not see this naval battle, and did not even hear the roar of artillery fire. The area of the naval battle was too far away from them. Many people even doubted whether this war really happened?
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On the northern battlefield, north of the dark forest, the shouts of killing were loud, and tens of thousands of Norscans were surrounded and slaughtered in a circle. They struggled, but to no avail. All resistance was just delaying death.
Unless they surrender, the Northern Alliance forces can spare their lives. But for the Blood God believers, there is no word of surrender. And for the Norscan infantry who are not Khorne believers, surrender is not easy. They know
How did Mrs. Kislev treat the Norscan prisoners of war? Like slaves, the captured people will live a life without dignity and suffer torture. Therefore, it is better to surrender than to fight to the death.
However, facing the torrential rain of bows, arrows and spears, resistance was in vain. The Kislev coalition soldiers formed a dense phalanx of spears and advanced little by little. The axes and swords could not cut down the people behind the large shields.
But the hedgehog-like spears kept coming. The corpses were piled higher and higher, even burying the living.
The only passage is to the north. However, there, twelve grizzly bears and bear knights are standing on a pile of corpses, slaughtering the fleeing Norscan soldiers. They stand on the pile of corpses, attacking from a high position, using warhammers and heavy weapons.
With an axe, kill every Norscan infantryman trying to escape the battlefield and push them down the mountain of corpses...
The furious followers of Khorne rushed to the top of the corpse mountain, where the bravery of the bear knights was intertwined with the fury of the blood god warriors. Sibes knocked over a Khorne warrior with a hammer, but his direwolf almost bit him
At the critical moment, Sibes's arm was seen. Sibes's grizzly bear partner rushed over and slapped the direwolf's spine. There was a crisp sound of broken bones, and the direwolf whined and fell on the pile of corpses.
superior.
However, the Kislev warriors on the other side were not so lucky. A soldier from Watchfort was bitten by a direwolf when he stabbed a Khorne warrior. The huge direwolf bit down fiercely, breaking its fangs.
The bones were torn off, along with the veins and flesh. The infantry of the Watchfort screamed, but were choked by the Khorne warriors. The Khorne believers in black armor lifted him up and chopped him with sharp battle axes.
Break off the other arm of the Watchfort soldier, throw it on the corpse, and chop him in half with an axe...
From time to time, one or two living people would poke their heads out of the pile of corpses, trying to breathe fresh air, but they would soon be buried by new corpses.
The battle was as brutal as hell on earth, with large amounts of blood constantly pouring over the hill made of corpses.
The massacre lasted for a whole day. When all 15,000 Norse soldiers were slaughtered, piles of raised hills appeared in the snow, which were mountains of corpses piled up densely.
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Walking on the bloody battlefield, Rhodes saw the corpses, most of which were mutilated. Some only had an arm exposed, and the body and head were long gone. Some of the corpses were still intact, and there were no separations, but they were still intact.
They were riddled with holes. Some of them looked like they had been hit by artillery shells. Their bodies were broken into several pieces, and the gaps were uneven, as if they had been torn apart by force. Others were directly pierced by ice picks.
The body... Rhodes knew that it was Caroline's frost spell.
"After this battle is over, it is estimated that the Norse tribe in the north will not go south again for a long time."
Caroline, wearing a blue battle cloak, walked behind Rhodes and sighed. Although she didn't cast many spells during the whole battle, she played an indispensable role in building the ice wall.
"No, it's not that they are going south again, but that we are going north."
The cold wind mixed with the smell of blood hit his face. Rhodes turned his head, looked at his wife's beautiful face, and spoke calmly.
"Going north? What do you mean?"
Caroline didn't understand it for a while.
"Yes, go north. When they are defeated and their strength is empty, go north and occupy their towns and villages. Who said that only the Norscans are plunderers?" Rhodes smiled, with a beast-like ferocity in his eyes.