Chapter nine hundred and twenty second beach landing
Ulfric's attack was fierce, and the brave and capable barbarian warriors and barbarian warriors from Norse, wielding axes and relying on the power of the dragon ships, rushed to the dock one after another, trying to fight the defenders.
The defenders at Chantillon Port also fought back with bows, arrows and hand crossbows. The sentries on the pier were all filled with archers and crossbowmen. They were constantly loading and shooting under the orders of the guards. The first wave of barbarians rushed up.
warrior and barbarian
The warriors of the tribe were hit by arrows one after another. The Norscans were very brave and very strong. Many barbarian raiders ignored the damage and shouted the name of the dog god, snake god, eagle god or crow god towards the defenders.
Fight bravely.
But more Norscans fell quickly after being hit by arrows. Most of these barbarians who went south in long ships and dragon ships did not wear armor or only wore leather armor. Even Britannia
The people's bow and arrow skills and armor-breaking ability were very poor, and the barbarians also suffered a lot of casualties. Almost all of the hundreds of barbarians who were the first to rush to the dock and attack the defenders fell to death in the rain of arrows.
Down.
If Ulfric knew how to command, he and his Worldwalker Army could have avoided such terrible casualties, but this Chosen of the Four Gods of Chaos and the famous Wanderer didn't care about this at all. He just wanted to fight with the legendary
The brave men engage in an exciting close-quarters fight.
"Ryan Malcador, get out of here!" Ulfric strode from the deck of the dragon ship to the wooden plank of the dock. Behind him were hundreds of Norse Ice Horn god-given champions.
We, this powerful Chosen of the Four Gods of Chaos
He stepped onto the land of Britannia in one big step, and he continued to roar: "Ryan Macado, get out of here, are you afraid that your father's gangrene-covered body will not rot in the ice?"
, no chance to benefit nature?”
"King of Knights, get out! I'll dress your dad like a skewer and light it in the incinerator of your dad's ashes. The wild dogs and pheasants like you from a radius of 18 kilometers will come screaming and want to eat your dad's meat!"
Ulfric continued to roar.
More dragon ships docked, and an astonishing number of barbarian tribe warriors stepped onto the war hammer. Swamp-dwelling monsters and human-skinned wolves using heavy weapons walked out of the dragon ships one after another, as well as the predator riders, each of them
The barbarians were all shouting wildly, and followed Ulfric into cursing wildly.
Currently, only more than 2,000 World Walkers have boarded the dock, and they immediately continued to launch a fierce attack on the defenders.
"Go! Kill all the cowardly Southerners!"
"Southern bastards, your northern grandpa is here!"
"For Khorne, for Chaos!"
The sudden screams above the pier shook the defenders. Baron Laxal himself moved quickly on the city wall. He led the knight supervising team and urged the defenders to fight hard. Those serfs and free people composed of
The combat effectiveness of the army is really average, but due to the advance preparation and the strong defense of the dock, the defenders are still able to support it.
Although the momentum here in Ulfric is terrifying, with thousands of dragon ships seemingly covering almost all the nearby oceans, there are only a few dragon ships that can dock. Most of the dragon ships are full of barbarian warriors.
Unable to reach the shore, many barbarians even jumped into the water and tried to swim ashore.
The Chosen God of Tzeentch, Ejik, the Keeper of the Labyrinth, was already prepared. In his sharp roar, several giant egg sacs were hung on the crossbows of the dragon ship. More than fifteen barbarian warriors worked together to pull
Reins.
There seems to be something in the egg sacs that is constantly struggling and twisting, and they emit the most primitive sounds of pain. Each egg sac was once a living human being. Unfortunately, they inevitably failed on the great road to becoming a demon.
Well, these guys are either too incompetent or too capable - but they cannot withstand the blessing of the evil god.
"Release!" There was a loud sound of shelling, and several egg sacs were flown into the air and blasted directly towards the town of Chantillon!
Explosions sounded in the town one after another. At first, all the defenders did not take it seriously, because the residents in the town had almost finished evacuating. The guards tried their best to resist more and more barbarians, trying to
Buying time to wait for the reinforcements from Britannia to arrive, Baron Laxal is confident in this, because Lord Calard promised that if this place is attacked, he will come to support as soon as possible.
This was a very terrible mistake. When these egg sacs were bombarded into the buildings of the town, they did not move at first, causing the defenders to divert their attention. But while they were still desperately resisting the Norscan attack,
The egg sac has expanded, and with painful howls, a dozen chaos eggs appeared behind the defenders!
The limbs exploded continuously. The ferocious and twisted monster eggs opened their wet and bloody mouths. These chaos eggs waved their twisted tentacles or giant claws that turned into crab claws, and rushed into the defenders' team from the rear, stationed at
The defenders behind were driven to pieces by the Chaos Spawn's attack.
Ulfric stepped on the shoulders of the Norscan marauders and stepped onto the city wall. With a horizontal swing of the giant sword in his hand, he chopped off the heads of six Bretons. This Norse legend
The hero laughed loudly as if he were playing a game. He saw a trebuchet and
After firing at the dragon ship, it instantly turned into a whirlwind of death and rushed towards them. All the Brittanian spearmen, archers, swords and shields who tried to stop him along the way all fired at him with his sword.
Han Leng was chopped into pieces under the giant sword in his hands.
Following Ulfric on the city wall were his bodyguards, the Ice Horn God-given Champions. These heavy infantrymen holding giant axes moved relatively slowly, but the torrent of steel they formed was almost unstoppable.
The gods-given champions swung their axes and chopped off a Breton man's head with one blow, and then
He swung his ax again and slit the throats of two more infantrymen. They enjoyed the killing until Ulfric reached out and thrust his sword into the trebuchet. The wanderer savagely slammed the trebuchet three times with great force.
Then he inserted the giant sword into the inside of the trebuchet and stirred it several times, causing a trebuchet that had been in service for hundreds of years to fall apart.
As the Norscans continued to land, the defense line of the defenders began to collapse. The knights and nobles in the city tried to repel the barbarians through charges. They did achieve some results. In one charge, hundreds of people wearing leather armor and even those without armor were killed.
Armor's marauders were torn to pieces under the charge of the knights, and dozens of new wounds were added to the bodies of the Chaos Spawns.
After the inertia of the charge was exhausted, the knights and nobles were forced into close combat. The dozen knights at the front were quickly overwhelmed by the enemy. The barbarians dragged them off their horses and used tomahawks to disembowel them. The remaining knights and knights
The retinues gathered around Baron Laxal. The baron hesitated for a few seconds between dying an honorable death or evacuating the city as planned, and then chose the latter.
The horn of retreat was sounded, and the garrison at Chantillon was quickly defeated. Group after group of soldiers fled the docks, leaving the fortifications to the Norscans.
The Norscans did not pursue, but roared and shouted Ulfric's name. They seized the time to assemble the army. Ulfric immediately signaled the soldiers to speed up the landing and landing: "Let us move the Southerners together."
The capital was burned to ashes!”
"Yeah yeah yeah! For the Wanderers, for the Chaos!"
And almost at the same time the cheers of the barbarians sounded, it was the sound of horns in the distance: "Duwu~duwu~duwuwuwu~~~"
On the Kurona Plains, a brand new army appeared.
Kalad's Northern Front arrived.
The Great Holy Grail of the Holy Realm, Count Calad of Garament looked at the burning city in the distance, and he and his army were marching into the battlefield.
The Northern Front placed the infantry on the left and a large group of knights on the right. The cavalry and infantry advanced together, and behind the infantry and cavalry were twenty-four artillery pieces carried by mules, horses and donkeys.
"The town of Chantillon has played its last role. We will rebuild this town later." Marquis Turas rode a pure-blood elf war horse past Karad. He pulled the reins: "Please give the order, Karad."
Your Excellency, let us spread the blood of these barbarians all over the land of Britannia, and let us guard the land given to us by the lady."
A new battle began, and Kalad signaled the troops to move forward.
"Onward! For the lady and the king! For Brittany!"
With the drums raised and the bugles sounded, elite infantry regiments from various principalities in Britannia formed more than a dozen solid square formations and advanced under the leadership of military musicians and drummers.
On the other side of the battlefield, Ulfric and Ejik also saw the Brittanian army coming to support: "They came so fast!"
At the forefront was the Connet Highlands garrison. This group of soldiers was very special. They wore plaid skirts and officer boots, with breastplates and armplates, and round triangular helmets on their heads. They were beating the drums.
With the help of others, they marched forward with great strides. The soldiers shouted slogans, and their morale was obviously high.
Ulfric signaled the barbarians to stop looting, but only a small number of barbarians and his own bodyguards obeyed the order. The wanderers looked at this group of highland guards with ridicule on their faces. These big men were actually wearing skirts!
"Can the cowardly southerners only send a group of male mothers to fight with us?" Ulfric laughed loudly, and he slapped his dirty pants hard, with contempt on his face: "And I will order the bloody plunder war
Group against them."
"For the Wanderers, for Chaos!" Under Ulfric's order, more than a dozen warbands gathered into a large warband. Most of these berserker warriors held double axes, and each of them was a Khorne.
Devout believers, in order to show their devotion to their master, the members of the Bloody Plunder Chapter
Everyone was covered in blood. Most of them only wore leather armor, and it was not uncommon to even have their upper bodies naked. Many barbarian champions held high the eight-pillar emblem of Khorne and the eight-pointed star of Chaos.
Holding up bloody trophies to attract Khorne's gaze.
This group of lunatics had no tactics at all. Following Ulfric's order, the warriors of the entire war group began to charge, starting with the Barbarian Champions. They howled like a group of mad dogs, and they were separated by hundreds of people on the plain.
The sprint started at the first step, and the chaotic queue and scrambling looked like a race to death.
"Get ready!" The officer of the Connet Highlands garrison was very calm. He drew out the long sword from his waist and gave the order: "Load!"
The musketeers of the Highland garrison immediately took their muskets from their shoulders and began to load their muskets.
"Load!" A whole row of musketeers loaded their bullets and then lined up in a neat queue.
"shooting!"
The thunderous sound of muskets resounded throughout the battlefield, a large sheet of white smoke drifted across, and all the marauders and berserkers rushing at the front were beaten into pieces.
"Second column, load!"
"Shoot!" The second row of musketeers changed positions neatly and then fired.
Dozens of berserkers fell to the ground again. No matter how powerful the Norscans were, they lacked good armor and could only fall to the ground after being hit by muskets.
But the good news is that the berserker warriors are gradually getting closer. These barbarians wielding battle axes finally get the close combat they want. Ulfric can even imagine the panic of the other party. For Nuo
For the Ska people, the most fearful thing about fighting against the southerners is not being able to fight in close combat and being beaten from a distance.
Once you seize the opportunity to engage in close combat, the battle is basically a sure thing. This is true for the Brittanians, and even more so for the Imperials. The weak humans in the south may be really powerful in firearms and artillery fire, but once they engage in close combat, they are far away.
Far from being a match for the barbarians, the human infantry regiments will quickly become frightened and panicked, and collapse in the blink of an eye.
However, what happened next shocked Ulfric!
The soldiers of the Connet Highlands garrison faced the charging Norscan marauders and berserker warriors. Not only did they not show any signs of wavering, they also calmly signaled the musketeers to retreat. The halberdiers, swords and shields behind them
The soldiers stepped forward, and the gorgeous halberd array took shape instantly. The dozens of berserker warriors at the front leaped high and wanted to rush into the army array to hunt fresh heads for their gods, but the end result was not that they were killed by the halberds.
To be pierced is to be cut in two by a big sword.
"Forward!!!" On the contrary, the Highland Guards actually launched a countercharge towards the barbarian berserker warriors!
On the other side, the Leon Nasser Silruf Ambition Regiment and the Gisolaiox Bucks Guard gathered together and opened fire simultaneously at the Scarlet Marauder Chapter from the flanks. Under the crossfire attack of muskets and the unprepared counterattack, the entire
The Scarlet Reavers battle group suffered heavy losses. They actually didn't rush down in one wave but were beaten back steadily!
The bloody courage of the Norscan barbarians came and went quickly, and they could not be defeated in one wave. Coupled with the fire attack from the side, the Scarlet Marauder Chapter, which Ulfric had high hopes for, was in crossfire and high ground.
The garrison was repulsed under the stubborn resistance, and then the Breton Mousilon Coldstream Guards entered the battlefield.
The Coldstream Guards, wearing brown bearskin hats, red uniforms, and half-body plate armor forged by dwarves, neatly joined the battlefield. These soldiers who had returned from the Great Expedition in the Eight Peaks Mountains faced the barbarians.
The charge remained calm and calmly launched the attack. The commander of the Guards, Philippe Mumba,
Lord Don signaled the soldiers to quickly enter the battlefield and fight together. They fired volleys one after another, shooting down dozens of barbarians each time. Occasionally, barbarians rushed over, and these battle-hardened soldiers were no more.
Don't panic, calmly massacre these barbarian berserkers through siege and halberd formation.
The Belion Pig Rogues also entered the battlefield, and these desperadoes faced off against the Scarlet Reavers.
Under attack from three sides, the Scarlet Marauders collapsed. After leaving behind hundreds of corpses, they retreated into the port. The battlefield was filled with cheers from the Brittanians.
Ulfric looked ugly now. Aren't southerners always afraid of close combat and easily panicked?
Did we land in the wrong place? Is this really the Kingdom of Knights that is world-famous for its rubbish infantry regiments and poor long-range firepower?
The homeless man murmured to himself: "It seems that these Southerners are not so vulnerable."
"Everyone, assemble!" Ulfric once again ordered all the Norscans to assemble.
At this time, more than 8,000 Norscans had landed on the land of Britannia. Under Ulfric's repeated orders, they gathered and drove out of the town, on the Curona plain, and Cala
The German army faced off.
The flags of both sides were waving, and the two armies were facing each other on the battlefield. Karad was still giving orders and urging the artillery to enter the field as soon as possible.
However, Ulfric habitually gave up the command and signaled the army to do its own thing. The wanderer's hungry eyes looked around the Britannia army formation, and soon saw the commander's banner under the flag.
Callard, the guy who is obviously the coach.
That must be the King of Knights, Ryan Malcador!
The spiritual tongue talent is activated!
"Ryan, your dad is going to be buried today. Why are you still clearing the line here? Moor Gardens is about to get off work. Why don't you hurry up and see your biological father whose ashes are scattered?" Ulfric cursed at Kalad.
, the wanderer raised his great sword Frost Bite towards Kalad: "If you are brave enough, come here quickly and challenge me to a duel, now, immediately!"
"???" Kalad looked confused. Ulfric's accent was thick and he didn't understand what the other party was shouting.
"The barbarian champion opposite seems to want to challenge your champion, my lord." Beria was riding a mixed elf warhorse. The Ugor man filtered Ulfric's swear words and conveyed the key meaning to
Kalad: "What do you think?"
Kalad understood this sentence.
Due to the honor of being a Knight of the Holy Grail and his status as the leader, Kalad could not refuse Ulfric's challenge, and the unparalleled warrior of Britannia walked out of the formation on horseback.
Ulfric was overjoyed when he saw this. He also rode out of the array on his war horse, clenching his fists and placing them on his chest to express invitation and respect.
Kalad nodded indifferently. He took out a white glove from his pocket and threw it on the ground to express his acceptance.
Both sides greeted each other, and the armies drew apart to provide them with an undisturbed venue for the duel of champions.
A championship showdown is about to begin.
But this duel will not affect the frontal battlefield between the two sides at all. Amidst the neat sound of drums and horns, the two sides engage in close combat.