At this time, Dimitri Zaev, who was in the Central Army Corps, also noticed this scene. Generalissimo Kislev sat on the Maza and slapped his thigh hard: "Okay! Well done!"
Marshal Romanov, the commander of the Winged Cavalry Griffin Corps, was also overjoyed. He rode his horse back and forth excitedly, and then said to Marshal Zaev: "Grand Marshal, do we want to go as planned?
Support Konev?”
"How is the situation in Fedosov?" Marshal Zaev asked, looking at the battle situation in the distance with some hesitation.
The center right wing of the 20,000-strong Central Legion is fighting against the Nurgle Legion. It seems that Plague Doctor Festus has no intention of supporting Prince Sigvald, but chooses to go south to attack Dagni where the Fedosov Legion is stationed.
Therefore, only a small number of troops on the right wing of the central army exchanged fire with the Nurgle Legion.
As we all know, the speed of action of the Nurgle Legion is really unflattering. Festus's advance was very slow and procrastinating.
"Marshal Fedosov is leading Dagniper to resist on the city wall!" the scout reported back: "The current battle situation is relatively fierce, but the pressure is not particularly great. Nurgle's army seems to... be preserving its strength. The two sides fought fiercely for four
The walls of Dagniper are always in our hands!"
"Like this." Marshal Zaev immediately ordered: "Gather all the winged cavalry and part of the Ugor cavalry, Romanov, to support Konev and the others immediately!"
"Yes!" Romanov, commander of the Winged Cavalry Griffin Legion, immediately took the order. He led more than 4,000 cavalrymen from the Central Legion, preparing to go west to support the troops of Konev and Rokossovsky.
To defeat the legions of Slaanesh or at least drive them all off the battlefield!
A large group of cavalry was dispatched and headed west.
However, just as Marshal Romanov's cavalry army was advancing westward to support Konev, this group of cavalry troops suddenly discovered that just to the north of them, on the north bank of the Torsol River, there was an army of at least
More than 30,000 Chaos troops are gathering at a slow speed!
The cavalry army suddenly felt terrible pressure. Marshal Romanov urgently ordered the messengers to go back to find Marshal Zaev and told him that just on the north bank of the Torsol River in the north, a huge Chaos army was coming.
!
"Sure enough, it's not that easy!" Generalissimo Dimitri Zaev fell into thinking after receiving the news. Mrs. Keesler already had information about the Chaos army that appeared in the north, but she didn't expect them to come so quickly.
"The only good thing is that this Chaos army is still far away from the battlefield. Even if it marches in a hurry, the scouts estimate that it will take at least fifteen hours before the opponent can start trying to cross the river."
According to the news from the scouts, the opposing army is gathering. It should be some time before the assembly is completed and they can move south and then cross the river. Zaev's head was thinking crazily.
If she waited until this chaotic army was assembled to cross the river and move south, Mrs. Keesler would definitely be defeated, so Zaev was left with only two options.
First, support Konev and Rokossovsky, defeat the Slaanesh Army as soon as possible, and then join forces to defeat the Nurgle Army.
Second, go east now and join forces with Fedosov's Legion to deal with the Nurgle Legion, and then consider what to do next.
Generalissimo Zaev thought carefully about how to make a decision, and he quickly made a decision.
Since Fedosov is able to cope with the Nurgle Legion's offensive, the top priority must be to prioritize the Slaanesh Legion according to the original plan, and if we attack the Nurgle Legion now, it will be equivalent to pointing our vulnerable back at the newly arrived north.
The new chaos army, this is a taboo for military strategists!
So Grand Marshal Zaev no longer hesitated, and he immediately ordered that, except for leaving three infantry legions to assist Fedosov in guarding Dagniper, the remaining central legions began to advance towards the Slaanesh Legion's position.
The Slaanesh Legion was hit again. Now the beautiful Prince Sigvald found that he had to face a three-way siege. The huge military pressure made him almost breathless. Prince Sigvald shouted and cursed while joining in personally.
After the battle, wherever he passed, the silver sword of Slaanesh was connected, and groups of Mrs. Kesler were killed one after another. The warriors chosen by the God of Slaanesh,
The Chosen Warriors of Chaos and the Chaos Warriors formed a circular defensive line along the entire hill. Although the hills were not steep and basically only had a slope of 10 to 20 degrees, it was this slope that allowed the Bear Cavalry and Winged Cavalry to
After falling into the sand one after another in front of the hills, Mrs. Keesler launched an attack again and again, but was defeated all the time.
The war situation has fallen into an anxious state, but anyone with a discerning eye can see that the defeat of the Slaanesh Legion is only a matter of time.
And just on the other side of the Torsol River, on a mountain peak.
The Eternal Chosen God of Chaos, the Dark Iron Mortkin, rides the Chaos Steel Bull gifted to him by Khorne. Behind him is a small number of the main army of Chaos. Currently, there are only 30,000 people, and 50,000 people will gradually enter the battlefield in the future.
In addition to these 80,000 people, the Chaos army has another 100,000 people gathering in the northern wasteland to prepare to move south.
"Your Excellency, the Eternal Chosen One, we should cross the river immediately." Hal, the Eternal Eye, the Chosen God of Tzeentch, leaned on his staff and stood on top of the Evil Fire Frisbee of Tzeentch. He pointed into the distance: "Ten hours at most, head first.
The troops will be able to cross the Torsol River."
"Who is going? Are you going? Hal?" Motkin was riding coldly on the Chaos Steel Bull. He looked at the battlefield in the distance: "I have my plan."
"If you need it, I can lead my legion right now..." The Chosen One of Tzeentch said humbly. Unlike Cha-Zan'ek, he was the assistant sent by Tzeentch to Motkin.
"No, no one will go." Motkin said lightly. The Eternal God's Chosen body spit out endless chaotic evil energy and dark chaos force field. He said calmly: "No one here will go.
, we will not participate in this battle, and none of the 80,000 people behind us will participate."
"Why, Your Eternal God's Choice?" Eternal Eye asked very strangely: "I can bet that as long as we..."
"I said, we have only one goal." Motkin interrupted the Eternal Eye: "That is the ancestral mausoleum in the Von Zhukov family castle in the Osterland of the Empire, and Oleg Von-
Zhukov’s head!”
"If we spend too much energy and too much time here, the empire will be on guard." Motkin continued, looking at the ongoing battlefield from a distance, like looking at a ball of garbage.
Same: "The border of Kislev is not too small to say the least. Even if it goes completely smoothly, if we want to completely cross Kislev and enter the empire, it will take at least two months. It is too long, too long.
, so long that I can’t tolerate it.”
"But Your Eternal Chosen One, Kislev is the outermost wooden fence of the old world! These damn southerners are like the clinging moss in Nurgle's Garden, and like the unstoppable cockroaches in Slaanesh's Palace.
If we don't get rid of these idiots in one go, they will soon..." Eternal Eye suggested: "If we want to ensure that no accident occurs, we'd better cross the river as soon as possible."
"I said! We have only one goal!" Motkin repeated, his attitude was cold: "The gods of chaos have given me glory and power, and I am the eternal choice!"
"Yes, Your Eternal Chosen One, you are." The Eye of Eternity gave up arguing with him and bowed his head in submission: "But I think I must remind you that if we lose Prince Sigvald and his Slaanesh here,
Legion, our military strength will suffer great losses."
"I already have a complete plan." Motkin shook his head indifferently, and the Eternal Chosen looked to the west of the battlefield: "As for the loss of Prince Sigvald? Who cares? There are so many Kurgans and people.
He didn't care if the Norscans, Mongolians and Huns wanted to join his ranks."
Everything has been arranged. Counting the time, it is time for Norscan High King Varmir-Aislin and his Norscan Mountain Legion to arrive.
It's time to give these annoying Southerners the final blow!
On the great plain in front of Zedevka, the war was still going on, and it was already one o'clock in the afternoon.
The Slaanesh legions were on the verge of collapse. They had already lost more than 18,000 men, and the remaining 20,000 men were crushed by Kislev's army on the hills and beaten violently.
However, the remaining troops were the best, barely holding on under the personal command of Prince Sigvald. The three marshals Konev, Rokossovsky and Romanov were never able to completely capture the hill.
At the same time, the followers of Slaanesh were getting more energetic as they fought, but Kislev's army was gradually getting tired. Most of the soldiers only ate breakfast, and hunger began to bother them. In order to join the battlefield as soon as possible, the marshals shortened the rest of the soldiers.
As time began to enter noon and afternoon, the soldiers gradually became tired. Even the horses of the hussars and the giant bear mounts of the bear cavalry were already showing signs of fatigue.
Even so, the Slaanesh Legion seemed to be at the end of its strength. The main position was broken through repeatedly. At the deepest point, the Krim guards even rushed in front of Prince Sigvald, and the chosen champion of Slaanesh was left behind.
He killed more than a hundred bodies of Mrs. Keesler. Although Prince Sigvald was a strong man in the Holy Realm,
, but it was impossible for him to fight against so many enemies by himself, and in order to deal with him, Mrs. Keesler reluctantly took out holy water bullets produced by the Noor Military Factory and blessed by the Church of Justice.
Prince Sigvald had already been injured in two places by destroying demons and targeting the filthy creatures of chaos.
At this time, Marshal Konev was still fighting in the hills. The giant bear under him slapped a chosen warrior of Slaanesh in the face. The bear's claws made a sharp sound along the armor, and scattered sparks.
, the chosen warrior of Slaanesh was
He slapped the bear to the ground, but reached out to grab the giant bear's claws. He chanted the name of Slaanesh crazily, and then pulled back hard. The giant bear's body was slightly shaken by such a pull, and he had to shake.
Keep your balance with your paws on the ground.
Marshal Konev pulled the reins hard to show the giant bear what to do. The mount immediately understood. It stretched out its mouth and bit the gauntlet of the Chosen Warrior of Slaanesh. The Chosen Warrior of Slaanesh lost his balance due to this bite.
Marshal Konev swung the sword in his hand and cut off his arm, then stabbed him in the neck again, causing black blood to splash everywhere.
Looking up, victory was close at hand. Half of the Bear Cavalry had been killed in the bloody battle. Konev knew that this victory was due to the cavalry support of Rokossovsky and Romanov, who used bows, arrows and machetes to support them.
own flank.
Thousands of soldiers fell, and many of Kislev's levies, Ksar warriors and even Krim guards died in the battle, but this was a price that had to be paid, and now everyone will be bathed in victory.
In the glory of...
"Marshal! Your Excellency, Marshal!" At this moment, the Ugor Cavalry, already covered in blood and with a Norscan flying ax stuck in his back, ran from a distance: "Your Excellency, Marshal, look, look to the west!
"
"West, west? What?" Konev was a little confused at first, and then he immediately realized something. He took a few steps back on the exhausted giant bear, and the Ksar warriors behind him immediately charged up and fought with the Chaos warriors again.
After fighting together, the marshal withdrew from the fierce battle: "What? What is it?"
"Marshal, we found an army approaching from the west!" the scout shouted loudly in Konev's ear.
"Damn! What is that?" Konev immediately took out the monocular.
"It's here, it's finally here!" On the hill, the beautiful Prince Sigvald put down his telescope, and the Chosen Champion of Slaanesh danced with joy: "It's Aislin, it's Aislin and his Norscan Mountain Legion,
It’s a hot man, it’s him, it’s him, it’s him, it’s him, he’s coming! He’s coming from the west! I must give him a hot kiss, and I have to stick my tongue in and let him
He understands how much I love him!"
"It's the Norscan High King Aislin and his Norscan Mountain Legion!" Konev's whole body was cold, Marshal Kislev's hands couldn't stop shaking, and sweat was dripping on his forehead, big drops of it.
Sweat fell in the cold air of Kislev.
Rokossovsky and Romanov were also shocked, and their whole bodies were cold. No one expected why the Norse Mountain Legion would arrive so quickly. They were clearly 40 miles away from here more than ten hours ago.
Five kilometers! How could he arrive so fast? There was no way Prince Sigvald could have foreseen his predicament more than ten hours in advance and asked Aislin for help!
This is impossible! Just as the two marshals were about to look again, Konev immediately shouted: "No need to look anymore, I said no need to look anymore! It's Valmir Eslin and his Norse Mountain Army!"
"Damn it! Damn it! Esun is on top! Give me two more hours, give me two more hours and we will definitely take Sigvald's head!" Marshal Romanov patted his thigh hard.
"I'm going to resist Aislin and his Norscan Mountain Army!" Rokossovsky immediately shouted, pulling the reins of his mount and about to mount.
"You can't resist! Constantine!" Of course Konev knew that most of Rokossovsky's men were trash. How could he resist the High King of Norsk and his mountain army?
?
"As long as I can!" Rokossovsky roared decisively.
After saying that, Marshal Bear Cavalry rode away without looking back.
Ten minutes later, the small town of Zedevka.
"It's the Norse Mountain Legion! It's Varmir Eslin! He led his men to attack from the side! Your Majesty, the Tsar, Rokossovsky's army can't withstand the Norse Mountain Legion!
"The ice palace sergeant Alexey shouted with panic and despair beside the tsarina who was holding a dwarf finely crafted rune telescope: "Your Majesty? What should we do? Your Majesty?"
A luxurious tsarist sleigh was pulled out of the wooden gate of Zedevka, pulled by four reindeer. Katalin coldly put away her telescope and walked down from the wall: "Soldiers! My sisters!
They! Follow me!”
"This war cannot be lost!" Katalin boarded her own tsar's sleigh. She drew out the sword of Ivan the Terrible and shouted softly: "Let us bring Aisling and his mountain army together with the Slaanesh army.
Destroy!"
"Go forward! For Esun, for Kislev, for the Tsarina!"
"go ahead!!!"
In this way, the female tsar finally decided to personally lead her Kislev Tsar Legion to fight against the Norse Mountain Legion!
The war is getting more and more intense.
But at this moment, on the high mountains on the north bank of the Torsol River, Motkin signaled that they could leave.