The wind cried like a child in pain, and the misty wind and snow continued to rage across the endless wilderness, showing no signs of slowing down or stopping.
The soldiers dragged their tired bodies forward. However, as the wind and snow became heavier and heavier, it became harder and harder to find the original footprints of the savages. The heavy snow covered their footprints. The scouts went back and forth to investigate, but more and more people came back.
The less.
Were they lost in the heavy snow? Seedorf asked himself.
No one will answer him, and no one can answer him. The entire Imperial Legion comes from the south, and no one has experience fighting in the northern continent.
They just vaguely heard the howling of wolves in the misty wind and snow, which seemed to be more terrifying and sharper than last night. This reminded Seedorf of the Kislev when he was in Altdorf, the capital of the empire, before departure.
What Lord Rhodes said - The climate in the North will be far harsher than you imagine. What really defeated the Legion was not the barbarian army, but the harsh climate!
When Seedorf thought about it now, he couldn't help but feel a little regretful. The soldiers were exhausted and were in a dilemma. The whereabouts of the barbarian army were unknown, and their retreat would not be easy. If the wind and snow continued, their marching speed would be greatly reduced. At the same time, there were
The danger of getting lost. If the wind and snow rage for more than a week, supplies will be in short supply. In such a place, it is extremely difficult to supply food because no one knows how to hunt on the continent of Norsca.
Woo...
The low and powerful sound of the horn in the cold wind brought Seedorf back to reality from his chaotic thoughts. He was in a daze. This was not the horn of the Imperial Legion. So, it was... the Norscan Barbarian Army?
Immediately afterwards, the second horn came through the fog and the wind and snow. Accompanying the horn sound were the howls of wolves one after another.
"Direwolf! It's a direwolf!"
The soldiers' shouts were filled with fear, because what they heard was much more howling than last night. The sound seemed to have magic power, penetrating through the wind and snow, penetrating people's hearts, and spreading fear.
"Ready to fight!"
Artillery commander Tulas immediately gave the order.
The artillerymen pushed the heavy artillery and prepared to enter the battle. However, the cold wind was raging and the snowflakes were flying, forming a snow curtain, which obscured the sight of the legion artillery. Even with telescopes, they could not see where the enemy was.
All they knew was that the sound was coming from all directions.
"Look! What is that?!"
Immediately afterwards, there were screams of terror from the soldiers in the front row.
Looking in the direction where the sound came from, Seedorf saw a scene that he would never forget in his life - the mammoth war elephants whose heads were comparable to giant towers!
In the misty wind and snow, the mammoth war elephants screamed, and the sound penetrated the wind and snow, making the imperial soldiers tremble in their hearts.
Immediately afterwards, the soldiers gradually saw clearly that under the giant tower-like mammoth war elephants, there were densely packed Norscan barbarian warriors. The marauder infantry were like ants under these giant war beasts.
For a moment, Seedorf even panicked. He had never seen such monsters before, and he didn't know how to deal with them. He had only seen scattered information about these northern beasts in Altdorf's great library.
"All artillery, aim at the mammoth!"
Without waiting for Seedorf's order, Artillery Commander-in-Chief Turas had already given the order without authorization. At this critical moment of life and death, it was too late to wait for Seedorf's order.
"Fire!"
"Fire! Blast these beasts to death!"
Turas ordered loudly. Even though he had experienced hundreds of battles, facing such a giant beast and such a critical scene, Turas could not help but feel highly nervous.
After a moment, cannons, rocket launchers, and mortars fired in unison. Between the white sky and the earth, a red light flashed, which was the fire of the imperial artillery.
The cannonballs rushed past, whizzing into the Norscan army, splashing snow and dust into the sky around the mammoth war elephants. Some of the marauder infantry standing at the feet of the mammoth war elephants were hit by the pouring cannonballs, and their bodies were hit on the spot.
Falling apart...
However, this did not stop the advance of the giant beasts and tribal armies.
Hoho...
Soon, there were roars, and thousands of Marauder warriors, stimulated by the horns of winter, frantically rushed towards the Imperial Allied Forces position.
Seedorf stood there, his mind went blank. He seemed to hear the horn of death and the call of death...
Groups of predator cavalry rushed up first. Due to the ambush, the musketeers in Aiwei had little time to react. Before the spear infantry formed a defensive square, a large number of predator cavalry roared out.
Then, it easily crushed a large number of imperial musketeers. The screams of soldiers and the neighing of war horses were heard together.
Seedorf was at the front of the team. He couldn't see what was going on behind him, and he didn't give any orders. He just stared at the mammoth war elephant herd in front of him that was getting closer and closer to the artillery line... Yes, the war elephant herd... there were at least three of them.
A giant mammoth war elephant rushed towards the imperial artillery position.
"Free Fire!"
Turas' tense nerves tended to collapse, and so did the Empire's frontline soldiers. Although spearmen and sword and shield infantry followed, the Empire's soldiers no longer wanted to fight in the face of the rushing behemoth.
It collapsed. These giant beasts that could only be seen in legends appeared in front of our eyes at this moment. The ground trembled due to the trampling of the giant beasts, and the cold wind blew up the strong wind, playing the elegy of the imperial coalition.
"Kill them all! Leave no one alive!"
Egil-Styrbjorn, the commander of the Norscan army, shouted.
Marauder infantry, Marauder cavalry, ice trolls, and mammoth war elephants rushed toward the trembling Imperial Expeditionary Force like a torrent.
"Hold your ground!"
Turas shouted loudly, but to no avail. When the mammoth war elephant rushed in front of them, the psychological defenses of the imperial artillery collapsed. They could no longer stand such a terrifying scene, and they all dropped their artillery and fled.
However, surrounded from all sides, there is no way to escape...
Countless imperial artillerymen were trampled to death and killed.
The musketeers and crossbow corps no longer had any formations to speak of. They fell apart under the impact of the barbarian army and fought on their own. Arrows and bullets flew randomly, and the ears were filled with the frightened shouts of the imperial soldiers and the crazy roars of the marauders.
.
"Protect the lord!"
The cavalry commander Steel roared loudly, and the few imperial knights began to gather towards their commander and lord.
Beside Seedorf, the imperial guards resisted desperately. The captain of the guard blinded the marauder soldier's eyes with his sword. Blood gushes from the marauder's eye socket. Stepping on the enemy's chest, the captain of the guard drew out his dagger. Another plunderer
The infantrymen held axes and rushed forward with wild shouts. The guard captain knelt down on one knee, grasped the battle shield tightly, and the moment the enemy rushed forward, he punched the predator's lower body, knocking the furious predator warrior away.
. Before the opponent had time to get up, the ivory sword stabbed down cleanly, piercing the predator's throat.
However, except for a few elite elites of the empire who could fight against the Norscan barbarian warriors, most of the infantry of the imperial coalition had already been defeated in such a terrifying environment.
In the wasteland, scores of Imperial soldiers screamed and fell, and the blood of the Imperials dyed the barren northern land red...