Chapter 918: The 6300-word epic chapter after the battle of Zedevka
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On the battlefield, morale is a mysterious existence. It truly affects the situation on the entire battlefield. This thing is controllable and can be trained, commanded and willed through the accumulation of experience and the general's personal aura.
Improved cohesion.
However, morale is also uncontrollable, especially when the war is intense. Any small action may completely collapse morale.
Therefore, Ryan has emphasized many times in previous battles that "the mountain cannot be moved."
Tsarina Katalin had no idea what changes her actions would bring to the entire army.
At the same time, she did not expect that Marshal Fedosov's army had already tried their best for this. Dagniper could not actually be regarded as a military fortress at all. This place, which could barely be regarded as a small town, had many loopholes, and the city wall itself was made of stones.
become, as long as
Those damn barbarians used chaos cannons to blast open the lower level, and the city wall would disintegrate by itself under the influence of gravity. Only the river on the right formed a partial barrier, and the city wall itself was not very high. There were battlements and shooting ports made of wood above, and
Wooden ladder configuration.
Since the Marshal's legion was stationed, they have focused all their energy on building a defense line. He knew that he would be sacrificed along the way. He only had 10,000 people in his hands, but he had to face a full 50,000 Nurgle.
With the army, the only thing he can do is to delay it as long as possible.
Starting from Marshal Konev's assault in the early morning, the Nurgle Army also began to attack. Fortunately, the Nurgle Army was slow and did not move quickly, and the fighting intensity was not high. Fedosov's troops could still support it at the beginning.
But they were very wrong. In fact, Festus, the Chosen Champion of Nurgle, was different from most of the Chosen Nurgle who only knew how to fight stupidly. This guy was instilled with too many ideas by his loving father, Fat Grandpa Nurgle.
Knowledge is a very cunning and despicable person who knows targeted tactics. As early as ten hours ago, he had sent a team of ten thousand people and a small number of Nurgle Demon Legion to cross Linsk under the cover of night.
river.
However, all the attention of Kislev's army was on the Legion of Slaanesh, and no one paid attention to the Legion of Nurgle.
Therefore, the low pressure faced by the Fedosov Army at first was just an illusion. This illusion made Mrs. Keesler fall into a trap. When the time passed at noon, a Nurgle Army suddenly came from Dagniper.
When a two-sided attack appeared behind them, the army that was still struggling to support collapsed instantly.
Marshal Fedosov personally went to the front line to supervise the battle and tried to save the situation, but unfortunately he was hit by the Nurgle Champion Demichelis Grand Spinner who rushed up with the Plague Scythe. He was knocked to the ground on the spot and could never stand up again, almost causing the army to lose command.
Fedosov finally seized the opportunity before his death to hand over command to General Apanashenko and ordered the army to retreat.
Although the movement speed of Nurgle's army is indeed not fast, once the army retreats when it encounters the enemy, as long as it is slightly less elite, it will only face a defeat. In fact, when General Apanashenko led the army,
When the remaining army approached the small town of Zedevka, only a few hundred soldiers were left in the 10,000-person army.
There is no way this can stop the Nurgle army that is about to attack.
At this time, the army on the Kislev front finally ushered in a total collapse. With the retreat of the Tsarina, the Konev Department, Zaev Department and Rokossovsky Department were struggling to hold on.
Like a pug with broken bones, it was defeated.
"Our army is defeated! Our army is defeated!"
"The Tsarina has abandoned us!"
"The battle is lost!"
Rumors spread wildly, and the soldiers' physical strength and energy had reached their limit. When they heard the news, they collapsed instantly. The battlefield was full of Kislev soldiers fleeing in all directions.
"What are you doing? What are you doing? You are not a bunch of frightened rabbits!" Marshal Konev yelled crazily. He stood in the middle of the defeated army, with Prince Sigvald's flag under his feet.
The evil god chooses the champion in order to escape
The flags were thrown away, but now Marshal Konev could only look at both sides. His troops were collapsing and heading towards destruction. The marshal was heartbroken. He opened his arms and shouted in the middle of the road: "
You are soldiers! Remember, you are soldiers!"
"Nicholas! What are you doing? You are a major general!" Konev immediately found that the general he appointed was also running for his life, but the general obviously did not hear his words. The battlefield was too noisy, and the group of lustful people
The Evil Legion desperately released noise in an attempt to break Mrs. Keesler's will.
"Soldiers, gather together and don't give up!" Konev was still making futile efforts: "The Norscans arrived too late, and the Slaanesh army has been defeated by us! Don't you understand that all it takes is one charge
We can defeat the Slaanesh Legion. The Slaanesh Legion has failed. Where is your faith?"
It was useless. His legion had been defeated. The marshal looked at the frantically fleeing soldiers around him and closed his eyes in despair. He noticed that there were more than 25,000 casualties, relying only on Sigvald and the Demon Prince.
The morale of the Slaanesh Legion, which Azazel acted as a war supervisor to forcibly support, has been greatly improved and is recovering again.
It was no longer possible to turn defeat into victory. The marshal took out an exquisite gun from his arms. He laughed loudly and shed two tears. The marshal untied the reins of the giant bear's mount, motioned it to escape quickly, and then raised the
He fired a blunderbuss and put it on his chin: "It's over. Everything in Kislev is over. I will fight until the last breath of my life."
"Bang!"
On the other side, Rokossovsky was also roaring among the soldiers. He pulled the sleeve of a Krim guard and roared at the Tsarist Guard: "Forward! Forward!"
There was a shameful expression on the face of the Krim guard, but he did not give up and escaped. With a hard shake, Rokossovsky was thrown away. The marshal roared angrily: "Come with me! Don't give up, come with me."
Fight together!"
It was useless. The army was being completely defeated. Rokossovsky discovered two more Krim guards escaping. He was so angry that his whole face turned red: "Mrs. Kiesler! Fight with me, you guys."
Are they the descendants of Esun?"
"Are you the Tsar's personal guards? Are you the glorious Krim guards and Ksar warriors? Fight with me!" Rokossovsky called to the soldiers in vain to return to their positions: "Hold on for a while longer,
We will defeat the enemy! Don’t you know me? I am Konstantin Konstantinovich Rokossovsky! Marshal of the Bear Cavalry!”
"Constantine!" At this time, Romanov, the marshal of the hussars and the commander of the Griffin Legion, rushed from afar. The marshal of the hussars handed the flag of the Griffin Legion into Rokossovsky's hands: "
Mount your horse and use this! Gather all the remaining soldiers you can and fight out! Hurry!!!"
"No! If we fail here, everything in Kisler will be over!" Marshal of the Bear Cavalry shouted crazily, with tears streaming from his eyes: "Unacceptable! Even if we can escape, Kisler
It’s impossible for my husband to stop Chaos!”
"Escape! Go to Erengrad! There are some decent troops there, hurry! Bring the news there, time is running out!" Romanov forced the banner of the Griffin Legion and the reins of his mount into Rocco
Sovsky's hands: "My soldiers and I will buy time for you!"
Erengrad Rokossovsky suddenly remembered that yes, Kislev still had an elite force that did not participate in this war!
The three thousand Red Navy under Admiral Kuznetsov of Kislev!
Thinking of this, Rokossovsky no longer hesitated. He immediately got on his horse and raised the flag of the Winged Cavalry Griffin Legion: "Soldiers, follow me and fight out!"
The legendary flag of the Griffin Legion fluttered in the air, symbolizing Kislev's final glory. Seeing this legendary flag, the cavalry finally regained some morale and tried to regroup under this flag.
Rokossovsky gathered about a group of bear cavalry, 800 winged cavalry and about 4,000 Ugor horse archers, and forcibly rushed out of the battlefield. The Norscan raider riders focused their attention on the entire area.
The Kislev infantrymen, who were fleeing in all directions on the snowy field, were not in a hurry to catch up, but Marshal Romanov of the Hussars and a dozen of his soldiers were immediately swallowed up by the torrent of chaos.
At this time, the battlefield had turned into a slaughterhouse. Facing the collapsed Mrs. Keesler, the barbarians would not give them any chance. High King Aislin broke through the ice and personally commanded the raider riders and the barbarians to start.
In a horrific massacre, Norscan direwolf chariots passed over the battlefield, reaping the lives of Mrs. Keesler. He even personally led the Chaos Steel Bull Cavalry to rush around.
On the hillside covered with blood and corpses, the beautiful Prince Sigvald happily held his middle finger and ring finger in his palm, put his hands to his ears, twisted his body, and began his performance.
"Slaanesh, Slaanesh~"
"Serious, sinning, sinning toward the bottom of your heart!"
"Here is Sigvald who delivers happiness!"
"Slaanesh, please remember to love Slaanesh today too!"
"Papa papa~" The demon prince Azazel laughed and clapped wildly. After laughing enough, he pointed at the scene of Mrs. Keesler's defeat and laughed evilly: "Master's adopted son, have you ever seen 50,000 people?"
Is it a human race?"
"Of course! Pass my order and the whole army advances!" Prince Sigvald reached out and stroked his long golden hair, and said proudly, as if the previous failure did not exist: "Chaos Knight, follow me, there is only one goal.
, I will capture that female czarina back to my palace today!"
"Go forward, for Slaanesh, for the great Prince Sigvald!" The Chaos Knights dispatched, aiming directly at the Tsarina's legion, which was on the verge of collapse.
At this time, the Tsarina's central army was in chaos. Katalin and the ice witches tried to save the situation. She sent all the remaining hussars to Lieutenant General Vlasov and asked him to intercept and pursue them.
The barbarians tried to delay time.
But the army had been defeated. The original army of thousands was soon reduced to less than 2,000. The barbarians rushed from two directions, causing chaos in the army. At this moment, a loud cry came from far away.
Coming from everywhere.
"Lieutenant-General Vlasov has rebelled! He and his hussars surrendered to the Norscans!"
Katalin couldn't believe she heard the news, but then the second news came.
"The Konev Army was defeated, the Zaev Army was defeated! Rokossovsky was defeated and fled!!!"
A burst of Venus flashed past her eyes, and Katalin almost fainted. She almost fell off the sled and barely managed to hold on to the railing.
At this time, a group of Slaanesh knights, led by Prince Sigvald, were already rushing towards the female tsar. On the other side, Aislin's Chaos Steel Oxen Cavalry and two to three thousand Norscan Marauder Riders were also there.
Approaching very quickly!
In addition, large groups of Chaos armies have also rushed in. Norscan barbarians are advancing here following various giant beasts and war elephants. Soldiers of the Slaanesh Legion are also appearing from a distance. What's worse is that,
A series of green dots also appeared on the eastern horizon, that was the Legion of Nurgle!
"Your Majesty! Your Majesty, you must leave immediately! Your Majesty!" Vanessa, the second archmage of the Ice Witch Sisters, had tears everywhere on her blue robe and several wounds were bleeding. She ran to the sled and shouted.
"No! If I die, I will die on the battlefield, together with my people and soldiers!" The Tsarina firmly disagreed.
"Please, Your Majesty!" Vanessa pointed into the distance: "You cannot fall into the hands of Chaos! Kislev needs you, this kingdom cannot live without you!"
Katalin looked in the direction Vanessa pointed, and then a deep chill penetrated her body.
An ice witch was caught by the Slaanesh demon. The twisted and grotesque Slaanesh demon spit out a long appendage that looked like a tongue and a claw from its mouth, and then flicked it. The ice witch screamed desperately and
Trembling with fear, he penetrated into her heavenly spirit cap.
, then the Slaanesh demon sucked vigorously like a straw, sucking all the ice witch's brain clean, and then threw the body aside. Immediately, a group of low-level demons and Slaanesh believers came up to share the blood.
Flowers and minced meat were everywhere.
Katalin was so frightened that she could no longer say that she wanted to die in this battle.
"Your Majesty, we have failed!" Vanessa shouted next. She took out a dagger from her sleeve and stabbed the reindeer directly in the butt. The reindeer suffered pain and ran away quickly carrying Katalin and her sleigh.
Far away.
"Mount your horse! You also retreat!" Vanessa then summoned an ice wall to block the road, signaling the remaining Ice Guards and Boye nobles to flee for their lives, while most of the Krim guards, Ksar warriors and shooters
Will stay and buy time for the Tsarina to escape.
On the other side, the High King of Norse Aisling was leading more than 3,000 cavalry to chase the tsarina from a distance. At this moment, a group of about 30 winged cavalry suddenly appeared from the side, headed by
The hussar is none other than Marshal Kislev Di
Mitri Zaev, he raised his scimitar towards Aislin and roared: "The false king of Norska, I am Generalissimo Kislev, Dimitri Zaev! Yes!
If so, bring your people over here, we will have a championship showdown with you!"
"Follow me! Follow me and kill all these Southern guys with bird feathers floating on their backs!" The championship duel is the only oath and rule that the barbarians have to abide by. Aislin was angered, and the Norscan High King gave up chasing the woman himself.
The Tsar, he divided more than two thousand cavalry to continue the pursuit, leading the remaining one thousand Chaos Steel Bull Cavalry and Norscan Marauder Cavalry to pursue Marshal Zaev.
Twenty minutes later, the south bank of the Torsol River.
"Generalissimo, the Torsol River is in front of us, and the other side is full of Chaos armies!" The winged cavalry found themselves cornered. There was a Chaos army in front of them, a Chaos army behind them, and a Chaos army on the left. Only the right side had no enemies, but when they turned the corner
Will definitely be caught up.
"Stop! Turn around!" Zaev closed his eyes, and Generalissimo Kislev signaled the hussars to turn around.
Most of the remaining thirty or so riders were injured. Everyone knew that they could not escape, but they did not have any cowardice, any wavering, or even any anger. There was only indifference and determination in everyone's eyes.
They are the spears and shields of the kingdom. Their original intention of being born is to protect the ice and snow kingdom.
This surprised Aislin, who rushed over. The High King of Norsca suddenly raised the rune sword in his hand and signaled all the cavalry to stop first: "Huh? These southerners may not be as vulnerable as imagined.
"
The two sides looked at each other from a distance of about seventy meters.
In the distance, there is a battlefield where massacres are taking place, with hundreds of smoke and flames rising into the sky.
"Hussars! Line up!" Zaev issued the order, and more than thirty hussars lined up in a row. The neat and uniform formation showed their determination.
"Your Majesty, it seems that these southerners are planning to use these thirty people to fight us!" Khorne Champion Farnot-Bernhassar understood the meaning of this group of hussars and said towards Aisling.
"These Nan guys are very honorable and courageous." Aislin's giant double-horned chaos helmet spurted out streams of white mist, and the four chosen gods of chaos nodded slightly: "Deserves recognition."
"Brothers! Drink all the vodka you have and don't leave a drop for these chaotic bastards!" Zaev first took out his own vodka from his arms and drank the entire bottle of vodka in one gulp.
All the hussars did as they were told. They drank the remaining vodka in one gulp, and then smashed the bottles on the ground, smashing them to pieces.
"Son of Kislev, listen to my order, for Kislev, for Esun, and for the Tsarina Katalin!" Marshal Zaev was the first to pull the reins and slap the belly of the war horse: "Forward!
Ula!"
"Ula!!!" Everyone burst into loud slogans.
Thirty or so horse winged cavalry rushed directly towards the thousand horsemen on the opposite side. Their number was small, but their momentum was greater than that of thousands of troops.
"Everyone! Charge! For the Norscan mountains! For Chaos!!!" Aislin also ordered all cavalry to start attacking. The Norscans raised their spears, twirled their battle axes in the air, and praised Chaos crazily.
The four gods rolled in like a mudslide.
The cavalry charged, the steel collided, the spears pierced, the scimitars slashed, and the tomahawks smashed down.
The two sides passed each other, and the barbarians lost more than fifty of their horses, while only five of the winged cavalry were left.
The hussars turned their horses, no one escaped, no one wavered, only indifference and determination appeared on their faces.
"Forward! Son of Kislev!" Marshal Zaev said nothing unnecessary.
"Charge!" High King Aislin also didn't say any unnecessary words. Thirty to a thousand, the Yankees have proven their courage and glory. Aislin suddenly felt very sorry deep in his heart. Sometimes there are such backbone among the Yankees.
Guys, they just took the wrong path and failed to embrace true civilization and choose the right god to serve.
"Hurrah!!!" The five winged cavalry charged towards the Norscan cavalry again. Their fearless performance made many Norscans couldn't help but put their fists on their chests and slap them in tribute.
Generalissimo Zaev took one last look at the land.
The pointed helmets of the hussars and the gorgeous wings on the back, Kislev's flag flying high, the black land, the snow-capped mountains, the scene of the horses rushing to kill with sabers waving, and the loud shouts of "Ula".
In order to protect their homeland and the kingdom they regard as life, the Hussars were formed and went to the battlefield to resist the tide of destruction in the north. This was the goal and desire that generations of people had sacrificed their lives for.
The hussars don't get much military pay, and they don't get much generous treatment. They often have to work as mercenaries to ensure their income and the cost of horses and weapons. However, everyone has no regrets because they are facing the most terrifying thing.
The enemy is always threatening, and there are always people who have to stand up and sacrifice, and there are always people who have to make efforts without seeing any reward. It is this spirit passed down from generation to generation that supports mankind in this dark and desperate world.
, the only light that illuminates everyone.
With furrowed brows, widened mouth, high cheekbones, sunken eyes, burning gaze, sadness and passion, blood and tenderness, Generalissimo Zaev once again let out his final roar.
"Ula la la la!!!!"
A minute later, the battle by the Torsol River ended.
"Send my order!" The High King of Norsca, Varmir Eslin, put away his weapons and said to his bodyguards: "Just find a place here and bury all the armor and weapons of these hussars on the spot!
They are all true warriors!"
"Yes!" The barbarians all nodded, and they decided to place the skulls of these warriors in the most conspicuous position on their bodies to show respect for them.
Then, right on the battlefield, a massive massacre began.
In this battle, the Battle of Zedevka ended. The Chaos army lost more than 38,000 people, and the Kislev army only had part of the cavalry of Rokossovsky's department and a very small part of Katalin's department.
The Boye nobles, the ice witches, and the ice guards escaped from the battlefield. The remaining Kislev army was slaughtered, and the skulls of more than 50,000 people were piled into a giant temple to show Chaos's illustrious martial arts and endless
glory.
And just under the light of dusk, the pursuit of the Czarina continued. The beautiful Prince Sigvald personally led more than a thousand Chaos Knights and two thousand barbarian raider riders from Aislin to attack the Czarina's sleigh.
pursued.
"Capture the Czarina alive! Reward her with a Slaanesh artifact! Be promoted to Chaos Champion on the spot!"
"Capture the Tsarina alive! Capture the Tsarina alive!"
At the same time, the Chaos Gods laughed with satisfaction. They were very satisfied with the results of this war and decided to bestow their own rewards.
In addition to the 100,000 Chaos army that is moving southward in the Northern Wasteland, barbarians eager for war continue to come from the Northern Wasteland, Norsca, and Kurgan, and a new 50,000 Chaos army begins to gather in the Northern Wasteland.