On the flagship deck, Maximian squinted his eyes and looked at the land battlefield ahead. As the battle progressed, he had already seen the direction of the battle. Yes, that guest from a foreign land would change the entire battle.
towards.
On the shore, warriors from Osterland, Ostermarkland, and Nordland all gathered together. They marched slowly forward on the blood-soaked river.
"What are you waiting for?!"
"Bull warriors, follow me and charge!"
Immediately, Vormir, the captain of the Oster Bull Guard, drew his sword and shouted loudly.
Three hundred Ost Bull warriors instantly burst out with the strongest roar. The legion was advancing, but in front, it was still Rhodes who performed alone. Amid the lightning and thunder, each Norscan warrior turned to flesh and blood, feeling the pain in his body.
Continuously spurting out divine power, Rhodes swung the sword forward, and the burning sword drew a death arc in the air. In the fan-shaped area, at least a dozen barbarian warriors had their limbs cut off. Screams could be heard on the battlefield.
Echoes, the blood of barbarian soldiers watered the land of this empire.
Roar……
The fanatical power was unstoppable. Rhodes roared and slashed forward with the Dragon Tooth Sword. A barbarian cavalry rushed forward on horseback, but the front legs of the war horse were cut off. The barbarian cavalry screamed and fell forward. The man fell on his back, and the horse fell forward.
Before he could get up in time, the High Lord of Kislev had already rushed in front of him and pierced his chest with his sword.
Holding the bloody sword, Rhodes spun wildly in the crowd, and with the flying battle ax, one person was comparable to an army, pushing the empire's front line forward.
A bloodthirsty direwolf tried to attack Rhodes from behind, but Rhodes turned around and stabbed the direwolf's head with extremely precise sword. The bloodthirsty ice wolf didn't even have time to struggle.
The "savage" men died.
Stepping on the body of the dead direwolf, Rhodes fiercely pulled out his sword and rushed to the next one. The barbarian warrior's flying ax flew towards him, but Rhodes dodged it nimbly, like a tiger. The next second, Rhodes had already grasped it.
He grabbed the barbarian's neck, contracted his fingers sharply, and strangled the barbarian soldier's throat.
Blood spurted out, and the horrific scene once again stopped the remaining Norscan soldiers from moving forward. They could no longer tell who was the real butcher...
At this moment, a deafening sound of artillery shelling came from behind the battlefield. The city gate of Marienburg opened wide, and the fully armed firearms troops walked out from behind the high wall for the first time. At the same time, the three-story city wall of Marienburg
There was a dense sound of gunfire. It was the sound of hundreds of musketeers firing at the same time.
A volley of gun fire instantly knocked down the Norscan infantry in the front row.
"Onward, long live Marienburg."
The musketeer captain issued firm orders.
Smoke filled the air, dense bullets came out of the barrel, steel and gunpowder were faith. For the first time, the defenders of Marienburg were so confident. Viewed from the air, the Empire's Northern Army and the defenders of Marienburg, although small in power, continued to grow.
Advancing towards the huge barbarian army, squeezing this scattered but huge barbarian army.
"aim!"
"Fire!"
Dazzling firelight flickered from the thick smoke, and the gunpowder pushed the bullets out, forming a dense barrage. There were almost no survivors among the Norscan raiders rushing in the front row.
At the same time, scattered grenades were being fired from behind the city wall, like meteorites falling from the sky, constantly falling into the position of the barbarian army.
The bullets penetrated the human body, the shells fell to the ground, and the fragments flew everywhere. The entire barbarian army's position was filled with blood and corpses covered the ground.
A large number of Norscan infantry began to run towards the shore, because there were still some scattered boats there, which was their only hope of escape.
But those Norscan warriors who had already killed themselves ignored the huge casualties of their own and rushed forward violently with axes. The frontal lethality of the gunpowder troops was amazing, but it had a fatal flaw - the speed of reloading.
It's very slow. This is a flaw that cannot be made up for.
Taking advantage of the time when the Marienburg defenders reloaded their ammunition, the Norscan berserkers roared and swarmed over.
Throwing axes and spears flew across the low altitude. Even if they were wearing heavy armor, the lethality of these cold weapons could not be underestimated. The scattered defenders of Marienburg fell under the long-range attacks of the barbarian warriors. The people in the back row
The musketeers quickly moved forward to make up for the gap where their companions fell.
Soon, the second volley of muskets was fired. The Norscan warriors at the front fell to pieces again. However, this time, the bloodthirsty barbarian warriors no longer feared or flinched. They stepped on the broken corpses of their companions.
, the Blood God warriors roared and charged.
The direwolf with red eyes ran after him, and the defenders of Marienburg who left the city began to regret it, but it was too late. They could only bite the bullet and attack.
In the dust, Norscan warriors roared and charged forward.
At the final distance, it was impossible to reload and shoot again. The garrison soldiers of Marienburg could only draw their secondary weapons and fight bravely.
The living Blood God warriors were few in number, but extremely ferocious. As soon as they fought, the defenders of Marienburg felt desperate.
I saw that the barbarian warrior who rushed to the front was shot in the abdomen, but still roared and jumped into the Marienburg garrison position. The huge battle ax swept across, and a Marienburg musketeer instantly fell to the ground.
The musketeer had just loaded his ammunition and was about to shoot, but was knocked away by the barbarian warrior first. Like a bull, even if he was hit by several bullets, the barbarian warrior blessed by the blood god still fought furiously. It seemed that the more blood he shed, the more blood he shed.
The more excited they get. The only way to make them stop fighting is to bleed out!
"Blood sacrifice to the blood god, skull sacrifice to the skull throne!"
Shouting slogans that the Marienburg soldiers did not understand, the pitifully small number of tribal warriors slaughtered bloodthirstyly. Some barbarian warriors were even besieged by four or five Marienburg soldiers and did not fall down, with their bodies covered with bullets.
The gap left by the sword thrust in and out...
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"Drive them into the river!"
On the other side of the battlefield, Lord Lord of the Northern Territory of Kislev raised his arms and shouted.
In just half an hour, hundreds of barbarian soldiers fell under the sword of this "savage" lord. Almost no one dared to approach this madman again. But Rhodes knew that he could not keep fighting like this, as long as
Humans have limits to their physical strength. After all, one person cannot replace an entire army.
The purpose of letting the gunboats leave a few Norscan boats behind was to drive these barbarians to the shore and let them fight for the longships to escape. In this way, they would not be put to death and desperately resist. This northern barbarian army
There are at least 20,000 to 30,000 people in number. If they all work hard, the reinforcements from the three provinces of the empire and the garrison of Marienburg will not be enough to hold them back.