On the noisy and chaotic battlefield, Rhodes kept shouting loudly.
Several generals seemed to have understood what the Kislev lord meant, and ordered their troops to pursue him without blocking him. They deliberately made a gap so that the barbarians could escape to the river bank through the gap.
At the other end, Maximian had ordered his gunboats to aim their artillery at the river bank and bombard the fleeing Norse troops to create greater chaos.
Amidst the roaring artillery fire, the Norscan army was like a herd of desperate animals, in chaos. In order to escape, they trampled each other, and more soldiers fell at the feet of their own people than died on the battlefield.
And those imperial soldiers who dared to stand in front of the crowd to stop the barbarians from escaping were all crushed to a pulp...
"Hand-gunner!"
Rhodes shouted.
Those battlefield officers had completely understood the meaning of the northern lord, causing chaos and doing everything possible to create even greater chaos. Although the hand cannons were not accurate in shooting, the loud noise produced by the gunpowder would aggravate the chaos of the Norscans.
Sure enough, under the command of Rhodes and many field officers, the imperial soldiers sprayed all bullets and artillery shells on the Reik River beach like a slaughterhouse.
The mounted Norscans even ignored their own kind and drove their horses through the crowd. Countless tribal warriors fell under the horses' hooves.
And those Norscans who finally made it to the river were not so lucky. Tens of thousands of people were fighting for less than a hundred longships. This is equivalent to only one out of ten people able to get on the ship, and this does not include those who were killed during the escape.
The ships sunk by the Imperial Navy... As a result, the fight for the remaining ships turned into an even more brutal bloodbath.
Former comrades-in-arms and companions beat and massacred each other. The Norscan soldiers who boarded the ship kicked their fellow soldiers off the ship as if they were protecting their own property. The Norscans who could not board the ship were even more annoyed and even shot them with spears.
Kill the people on the ship.
The tribal chief tried to calm everyone's emotions, but the imperial artillery kept ringing from behind, and the huge sound completely drowned out the shouts of the chief and elders. They could only watch helplessly as their tribesmen killed each other on the foreign land.
Suddenly, the whistling sound of flying artillery shells sounded, and a rowing long ship was penetrated by a solid bullet. The fragments flew and screamed. Sea water poured in from the middle of the broken hull. In less than ten minutes, Nosca on the ship was
The soldiers were all soaked in the sea water. The surrounding area was a faint red color. It was the blood of fellow tribesmen whose heads were shattered by cannonballs.
The horrific scene intensified the panic of the remaining soldiers.
"Keep firing!"
Rhodes shouted loudly. Although he is not a commander, here, he has become a real battlefield commander. Even more prestigious than those imperial officers. Because, the turning point of the entire battle happened in this foreign land.
on the person.
Amidst the intensive gunfire, the Norscans continued to fall. The journey from the wide area outside Marienburg to the river bank almost became the road of death for the Norscans. Densely packed corpses of barbarians lay on the ground.
The earth is covered with mud. The Reik River, stained red by blood, sings a sad dirge.
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"Hang on!"
On the other side of the battlefield, under the castle of Marienburg, the city guard commander shouted loudly.
The defense line composed of militiamen was crumbling under the impact of the Norscan Blood God warriors. Even if ten militiamen were sacrificed, they could not prevent the breakthrough of a barbarian berserker. They did not wear armor, but their bodies were stronger than barbarian bulls. The scary thing is,
Marienburg's infantry defense line has shown signs of collapse. It's not that the number of troops has been reduced too much, but that the soldiers' psychological defense line has collapsed.
Even bullets and spears cannot stop the attack of these beasts, and humans are already helpless.
"Open the city gate!"
"No, wait a minute!"
The officers guarding the city argued fiercely.
At this moment, the footsteps of the Imperial Legion were heard in the distance, as well as the dust flying all over the sky.
The soldiers of Marienburg knew that reinforcements had finally arrived...
The leader of the rescue group was not Theodoric, the leader of Nordland, nor Maximian, the leader of Osterland, but a northern lord who was simply dressed and dripping with blood——Rod.
Lawn.
The soldiers followed him voluntarily. Amidst the deafening sound of guns and cannons, the infantry followed the northern lord and marched resolutely. In the lightning flash, the first Norscan Blood God warrior was knocked down, and then, the second
, the third...
Under the surprised gazes of all the Norscan Blood God warriors, Rhodes continued to move forward with firm steps.
A ferocious barbarian berserker rushed towards him, but his bloodthirsty and frenzied attack was easily stopped by the big sword in Rhodes' hand. In the dazzling white light, Rhodes deflected the blade and struck the violent barbarian warrior.
He pushed back. When he rushed forward again, the sword had already taken the lead and thrust out from the right side, piercing the body of the Blood God warrior.
The gushing blood stimulated the Berserker. He wanted to get up, but was pinned to the ground by Rhodes. Holding the Dragon Tooth Sword with one hand, Rhodes pulled out the Thunder Battle Ax on his back. At this moment, the aura of blood was reflected on the ground.
On Rhodes' face, he saw the barbarian warrior's expression of admiration, and then his head was chopped off directly...
Behind him, the morale of the imperial soldiers was greatly boosted.
They all shouted the name of Rhodes.
Although several electors frowned, they had to admit that this lord from a foreign country had gained the trust and recognition of the soldiers.
Under the setting sun, the plains stained red by blood were littered with the corpses of Norscan invaders. The thick smell of blood attracted vultures and hyenas, waiting for human soldiers to clean up the battlefield and get a share of the pie.
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"His prestige is too high. This is not a good thing for us..."
Behind the battlefield, Elector Theodoric of Nordland, riding on a tall war horse, whispered.
From the end of the battle until now, his eyes have never left Rhodes. He saw the warriors surrounding Rhodes, regarding him as the God of War. Countless cheers and worship surrounded the Kislev.
Several imperial generals were left out in the cold.
"Good or bad, sometimes it just happens in a thought. My friend." Maximian narrowed his eyes and replied in a low voice. "If you regard him as a foreigner, then he is a threat. If you regard him as a foreigner, he is a threat.
As an ally, then he will be a qualified partner."
"You have too much confidence in him."
Theoderic snorted disdainfully.
"One day, you must go to their country, their land and see. Rhodes is rebuilding the Great Wall. There is no more suitable person than him to guard the northern defense line for us. Once Chaos invades, Kislev will be ours.
The first line of defense, if one day there really is a great invasion of Chaos, I hope his prestige will be higher than it is today."
Maximian said meaningfully.
"The story from two hundred years ago is just a legend. Who would take it seriously?"