Proof of the Sun King

The departure of Leman Russ was a fatal blow to the Ost people.

The proud Ruth was never willing to explain why he left. After he left, rumors spread in the city.

Lord Wolf escaped like a coward!

Lord Wolf has abandoned us!

The gods have abandoned the Osters, and we have no tomorrow.

The world is doomed and we are doomed.

Oleg had to send people to emphasize again and again that his wolf mentor was out looking for reinforcements, but the panic of everyone was very difficult to eliminate. Teams of security teams patrolled the city, constantly releasing new news, and finally The elite army encouraged the citizens to fight bravely.

Despite low morale, despite many difficulties, and despite fighting alone, the Osters still maintained their last stubbornness. Now every adult male has been arranged to enter the newly formed infantry regiment, preparing and approaching the Chaos army. fight.

This courage is admirable. Now these new infantry regiments in the city have started training. They are required to raise their weapons to form a gun formation, or line up from here to there. The nobles of Osterland The soldiers were asked to learn some basic combat skills in a short period of time.

For example, archers and crossbowmen need to understand the meaning of "salvo" and "free fire", for example, spearmen need to understand the two commands "array" and "advance".

That's what these temporary levies have to learn, and being a consumable is their only value.

The slogans of the soldiers and the scolding of the officers awakened Alaros from his sleep. The wood elf hero shuddered. He had just dreamed that he had seen Lilith, and the dream woke up.

Headache, Alaros cursed again, the hero knows he can't get angry at the imperial people - the imperial people are about to die, these Oster people are not afraid of death, are they afraid that you Alaros will use force to threaten them?

After washing his face with clean water, tidied up his hair, and then ate the exquisite dry food of the elves, paired with a little wood elves fruit wine, Alaros began to patrol the defense area that belonged to him.

The time is already the morning of the third day. If the expectations are good, the Chaos army will arrive in the afternoon at the earliest and at night at the slowest. This makes Alaros feel anxious, as if a big hand is clenching his heart, painful. And desperate.

After losing the fog of tricks, it was impossible for Alaros to retreat completely. The wood elf hero forced himself to focus all his attention on defending the city. His personal guard, the gray team, was still as he imagined As graceful and powerful, these best warriors from Athel Loren are patrolling the neighborhood, sworn to follow Araloth to the death.

The situation on the other side was not so good. Alaros noticed that an entire phalanx of infantry was practicing in the open space near the city wall. It was the newly formed halberd regiment, with about 500 people. Under the eyes, the group marched to the beat of the drums and the prayers of the battle priests, their ranks looked disorganized, the levies huddled together in tattered and improvised tattered iron, as Alaros said. Yes, most people are too old or too young, their only role is to resist the attack of Chaos as flesh and blood. The real militiamen who have undergone basic military training and veterans with service experience in their prime have all been Was recruited into the main team.

The supply has also been reduced. Wolfenburg's original grain reserves are still quite rich, but no matter how rich it is, it is not enough for 380,000 people to eat horses every day. Why did Wolfenburg not fully mobilize all adults before? train? It is because military training will greatly increase the consumption of food.

"Pfft~" Alaros couldn't help laughing before he watched it for a few minutes. Apparently, an old man had black eyes from such "high-intensity" training, and the wood elf hero suspected that the last time he slept and ate. It was a long time ago - he fell head over heels from the queue, and under his influence, the old men and children in the queue fell like dominoes, more than their previous lame forward queue and hilarious The Halberd Group is much more interesting going forward.

"At least they are able to persevere, much better than pointed ears." Alaros laughed for a while, a slightly awkward voice came from his feet, and the butcher king Agrim Iron Fist seemed to be trying his best to find someone who could praise the group. Human words, which are really difficult for dwarves: "Well, very tenacious."

"Our only advantage is that there are many people, but this number of people is only for you and me. For the Chaos army, it can't change the situation that the number of opponents is far more than us." Alaros looked down at the man standing beside him. Butcher King: "They are too tired and too hungry. This kind of army can't last for long. Rather than forcing high-intensity training at this time, it is the right decision to let these people rest and regain some physical strength."

"Hey, I knew that pointy ears are always so weak." The Butcher King snorted a few times, apparently indifferent to Alaros' attitude: "You know, we are all tired, maybe you need some of this to mention Refreshing."

After finishing speaking, the butcher king handed a bottle of clay pot to Alaros. Alaros took the small pot and opened the seal. There was a strong milk fragrance: "What is this?"

"Masilien."

"Masilien?"

"Masili'an, the secret of Longevity Village, the yogurt that the Elector Hetwig gave us dwarves can be stored for 120 days without spoiling." The Butcher King laughed directly: "It is said that drinking it can prolong life and longevity. Hundred years old... I think this is cursing me and you, elf boy, I'm already over a hundred years old."

"I'm three times your age, short-lived ghost." Alaros didn't think too much about it. The wood elf smelled it and tried to drink it. It's not bad, sweet and sour.

The Dwarf Butchers Chapter Grimnir's Axe Group has been assembled, and the Grey Team has also been assembled. Alaros and the Butcher King have been arranged at the eastern gate of the city - as they wish, they will face the most and the strongest. Where the big enemy is attacking.

Climb up the city wall along the stone steps. The east gate of Wolfen has been built and continued to strengthen and expand for hundreds of years. The city wall is about 30 meters high. It is full of cannons, mortars and ballistas. It is the gate of Ubbs, and the city wall is called the Wall of Ursus. In addition to the twenty or thirty shooting gun positions, there are very strong but disrepaired wall stacks. The wood elves looked at the shooting holes with satisfaction. , which allows them to maximize the benefits of their ranged attacks.

"This is the place we want to defend." Alaros inspected the city wall, and the wood elf hero complained: "Don't the Ost people know how to spend money to repair the city wall a little? Many places are in disrepair for a long time."

"Osters are known for their stubbornness." Agrim Iron Fist was furious. He found that his face was blocked by the crenels of the city wall and he couldn't see the outside view. Only his orange mohawk hair could rise slightly above the city wall. cm, the butcher king complained: "The stupidity of the Ost people is very famous among the dwarves, there is a famous joke among the dwarves, that the Ost people only put one stone in the stone soup, because good stones are always hard to find, Hahaha~"

What a cold joke! Alaros felt extremely embarrassed after hearing this.

"It's always been like this. The Osters once fought with Mrs. Kesler for hundreds of years, just for some rotten land that couldn't be cultivated or inhabited at all. It took the imperial people a hundred or two hundred years to understand that Kesler's The place has no occupation value, and no one can live there except Mrs. Keisler, but the Ost people have insisted on waging war for hundreds of years until the two sides of the great jihad were reconciled." The Butcher King didn't seem to feel his joke. Embarrassed, he continued: "The dwarves began to equip gunpowder weapons on a large scale more than a thousand years ago, but do you know when the Ost people began to fully equip gunpowder weapons? Just over twenty years ago, Varmir-von - After Zhukov succeeded to the position of elector of the extinct Oswald family as the Grand Master of the Bull Knights, Oster began to gradually accept firearms."

"My people will be placed on the city wall." Alaros was not interested in these things, and after listening to the butcher king half-copingly, the wood elf hero pointed to the city wall: "As for your people, I suggest you all stay there behind the walls."

"Why? Elf boy?" The Butcher King said displeasedly: "The brave dwarves should take the lead!"

"The butcher's chaotic ability will disrupt the formation of the archers and halberds defending the city wall." Alaros and Agrim moved along the city wall: "Before the enemy approaches, we need to release arrows, and then follow the enemy's As the siege towers and siege ladders approached, the defenders would use flamethrowers, scalding hot oil and falling rocks to attack the enemy."

"It's our turn after that?" The Butcher King understood.

Alaros nodded: "Yes, you know that it is difficult for us to hold the outer city, so once the enemy breaks through the defense line, anywhere, we need your butchers to quickly join the battlefield, plug the gap, and retreat or reorganize the army. To gain time."

The Butcher King himself is a very good general, and he also knows that the dwarf butchers are often too passionate and brave and often disrupt the original solid front, so he reluctantly agrees with Araloth's view: "Charlemagne's empire used to be bigger than the one on Eternal Peak. There are even more troops in the snow, but I can't think of them now that they are so weak, Granny is on top, can the city wall be full of people?"

Alaros said nothing, his thoughts have shifted to how to strengthen the defense.

"Your Excellency Agrim, Your Excellency Aralos! Your Excellency the Elector asked me to lead the oldest and most courageous purebred Oster man to assist you!" An imperial noble strode in front of them: "I It's Willem, Viscount Willem von Zhukov, Imperial General, Chief of the Guard of the Ubbs Gate, and my Indigo Raiders and I are ready!"

This is a group of middle-aged Osters, most of them with brown braids or long hair, with indigo oil on their faces, armed with spears or battle axes and shields in the other, and most of them wear breastplates and squares. There are about two or three hundred people in plaid skirts and leggings. Obviously these Osters are not regular troops, but most of them should have served in the army or fought as a militia. In this dark age, Wildness and madness are both valuable strengths.

The engineers of Oster finally succeeded in starting the old antique that has a history of four or five hundred years - one of the prototype steam tanks belonging to Oster Territory, the Indomitable. Now this terrible war machine has been placed at the city gate At the back, it was surrounded by a battalion of great swords and two battalions of musketeers, two pistol cavalry teams were hidden in the streets as quick-reaction troops, and those newly recruited infantry regiments were arranged further back, ready to fall into any position at any time. When in danger of fall, go into battle.

Everyone knows that Chaos will not keep prisoners, and everyone knows that there is nowhere to run if they fail.

The brain was trembling, and the palms of the hands were sweating clenched weapons. The refugees gradually evacuated into the mines and shelters built by the dwarves in the central mountain range behind the Bull Fort in the inner castle. All defenses were ready, Oleg-von- Baron Zhukov led a team of bull knights as a mobile force in the city, while the elector Wamil von Zhukov led the Oster Black Guard Corps in Bull Fort overview.

No matter how people prayed for the protection of the gods of the old world, no matter how people prayed for reinforcements to arrive as soon as possible, the sky gradually began to get dark, and the hourglass of time continued to pass.

The long night is coming.

The black army of Chaos began to appear at the end of everyone's line of sight. They could feel the footsteps of the boots. They had seen a large number of neatly arranged torches spreading around a long time ago. They heard the whispers of the evil **** and the chaos champions. The shouts, the deafening wanton clamor all the time, the chaotic drum beats of the Yankees' war drums were tossed frantically, like the death knell of the Oster doomsday.

More and more barbarian tribes and Chaos Chapters marched forward into their positions, and in the middle of the queue there were large groups of monster warbands and behemoth units, Chaos Warriors and Chaos God's Chosen Warriors appeared in the black torrent. stature, and the few Beastmen troops that arrived with the Chaos army.

"There are so many enemies, I swear this is the most Chaos army I have ever seen, much more than the one I fought with Morgul." The clothing team stood firm, and the human defenders had long ago trembled before this terrifying battle.

"The city walls of the Ost people have fallen behind the times, and the Warmir Elector should change it!" A poke of orange hair appeared on the battlements, and the Butcher King simply called two dwarf butchers with both hands in anger. Raising his two legs, he saw the Chaos Army: "What a glorious moment, there are so many Chaos Army, it seems that many compatriots today can need enough glorious liberation."

"..." Before Alaros could answer, the sound of a thousand war horns rang out around Wolfenburg. The will of the evil **** seemed to turn into thunder and roar from the side of the huge wind column in the sound of the horns. Down, it boiled and reunited, and the eternal eruption rolled with a bang strong enough to tear mortals apart.

Chaos Eternal Chosen Dark Iron Motkin, in the company of his Guards Crimson Reaper and his strategist Tzeentch Chosen Hal-Eternal Eye, rode the Chaos Steel Bull out of the army, his mouth Spit out a demonic echo.

"Oleg von Zhukov! Go out of town and surrender to me now! Otherwise I will wipe out your city and all your soldiers will be killed~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I swear you and your people will endure horribly I will dedicate an epic slaughter to the Blood God here, and all survivors will die!"

The Chaos army temporarily stopped outside, and Motkin sat on the Chaos Steel Bull given to him by Khorne, waiting for the reply from the Ost people.

At this moment, the cunning genes brought by the Moka trial made Oleg von Zhukov realize that there was still room for improvement, although he hated the disaster that Motkin brought to the Ostland and the entire empire. , but Oleg shot a letter outside the city.

Motkin took the letter, and he couldn't help sneering after reading the contents of the letter.

Oleg von Zhukov asked for a day to think about it, and demanded that if he surrendered Motkin he must withdraw immediately.

This is a delaying strategy, and Motkin can see at a glance that the Osters just want to delay time.

But it also hits Motkin's arms.

It will take some time for the **** cannons of the Chaos army to reach the front lines, the dwarf artisans of Chaos to make siege ladders, and the wizards and wizards of Chaos to perform large rituals to strengthen the demons and warriors of Chaos.

"You have one day to decide your destiny!" Motkin gave a formal reply.

I have crossed half the world, just to complete my revenge, not less than one day.

In this way, Motkin waited quietly in the camp for a day.

Sure enough, what he got was a refusal.

Well, the revenge begins.

Among the ten thousand armies, Eternal God chose to hold the black iron battle axe high, flames erupted from his body and wrapped the axe blade, the Chaos army poured out from the camp, and the fire from the Chaos Hell Cannon enveloped the entire sky.

"Go! Destroy the Nankees' city! Destroy everything!"

"For Chaos, for revenge, for Dark Iron-Mottkin!"