Proof of the Sun King

With the death of Bodrick, the entire battlefield situation has undergone drastic changes.

Although the Bretons fought valiantly, the death of the deputy commander and the commander-in-chief dealt a great blow to the morale of the Breton army. First, the serf infantry began to rout, and then the army of the freedmen.

In the thick fog, the Seagod Knights desperately recaptured Duke Bodrick's body and Seagod's Trident, and then retreated.

Many people noticed that the body of Ikert-Sharpclaw was missing, but at this time, everyone could not think so much. With the two dukes killed in battle, the Breton army was on the verge of collapse.

At this time, the command of the army of knights was handed over to Ser Amanric, the Holy Grail of the Sanctuary. The brave and unparalleled Sir found that the Skaven was reorganizing after judging the situation on the battlefield. The rats saw that the human army had supported Immediately, the morale soared, especially the Scully army.

High Calamity Lord Essex appeared, and no one knew whether it was voluntarily or forced, but it raised the banner of the Scully Clan.

At the same time, distant bells and horns sounded.

A few kilometers away, reinforcements from the Skaven Grinning Clan arrived.

Tritus-Feartail, even among the Skaven, has the nickname "Squid in the Rat", and his numerous betrayals and defections have made him a constant testament to his cunning and character. Inferior, but always successful.

The entire Grinding clan agrees that not even a deceitful Ratman could have conceived of such a wicked strategy, let alone Tritus's all kinds of dastardly and shameless tactics, and in fact his strategy and that famous good fortune produced Some legends.

Tritus-Feartail's most famous deed was after the Battle of Camelback Mountain, when it was still a small character under the command of the Skaven warlord. Mushroom wine brewed by Pigoblin gave it to get drunk, and maybe prepare to take the opportunity to send it on the road.

Tritus-Feartail pretended to accept that the treacherous ratman spent about an hour purifying the mushroom wine with the ratman's unique distillation technique, and then secretly fed it to the trophy night goblin slaves to drink, high The strength of the mushroom wine will make the night goblins hallucinate and turn into crazy spin killers, when the perfect time comes, it will let these night goblins serve the Skaven warlords who are in a meeting, and soon the effect of alcohol Below, the entire meeting site turned into a **** killing field.

The leaders are dead, so someone has to be a warlord, right? Tritus-Feartail said that he reluctantly accepted the task.

This bad guy is also a well-known escape master in the Rat Man clan. He has successfully escaped from battle countless times. Taunters always say that Tritus quickly rolls up his tail and flees the battlefield when the enemy is attacked or heavily bombarded, but time and time again. Tritus reappears, leaving his doomed colleague to accomplish his legendary deeds elsewhere.

In the results of the meeting of the Council of Thirteen, the Grinning Clan should serve as the reserve army and backup for the Scully Clan.

But Tritus-Fighttail is as cunning as ever. In fact, if the army of the Grinning clan was thrown into the battlefield during the fierce battle just now, it could turn the situation around at any time, even after the two coaches were killed or seriously wounded. The Skaven can also get a complete victory if they attack the Bretons in one go.

But how could Tritus-Feartail be that kind of person?

The grin clan army just appeared, and there is no plan to come up to support it.

The Ratman warlord's favorite is a famous saying brought back from the Devon and Aurora by the Eshin clan: "Retreat and turn into its swift wind, detour and outflank its Xu Rulin. Burning, killing, robbing, and aggression are like fire, and friendly forces are difficult to move like a mountain. ."

Seeing that the army of the Grinning Clan finally appeared, but there was no willingness to come up to support, the phalanx of the Scully army that had begun to regroup became scattered again, and Essex, the supreme disaster lord, was forced to appear.

"Hey Yi!" Several Eshin clan assassins rescued the body of Ikte Talon. At this time, the chief engineer of Skaven was dying, and Essex reached out and took Ike from the Eshin assassin. Te-Sharpclaw, the supreme calamity lord sighed: "No, God-Blessed One of the Horned Rat, you can't die here yet."

After speaking, Essex stretched out his huge claw knot dripping with the deadly plague and wiped it on Ikt-Claw's chest, and immediately a row of pustules and rots grew on the fatal wound caused by the Trident of the Sea God. Sores, inflamed and swollen wounds, festering and twisting, Iktor-Claw's wounds stabilized.

On the Brittany side, Ser Amanrique finally made up his mind after seeing the Grin clan appear.

He ordered a retreat.

"Retreat? How to retreat?" Juan was already covered in blood at this time, and half of the golden Yanyang headdress on his head had been cut off, Duke Magritte shouted at Ser Amanric: "We have no Way to retreat! Once you choose to retreat, the army will collapse!"

"I know." Ser Amanrique couldn't see any expression on his face hidden behind the helmet, and a ruthless voice came from inside the cross helmet: "I don't need you to point me, Estalian, you Are you teaching me what to do?"

"Lord Amanric!" Juan was enraged by this sentence: "Lord Theodoric has died, and so has Lord Bodric! Please don't say such **** at this time!"

"Then obey my command!" Aman Rick turned his head: "Pass my order, the whole army must be assembled! Prepare to retreat."

"Your Excellency, retreat now..." Juan was still to say.

"Shut up, who said I was going to retreat?" Aman Rick cursed directly: "Gather all your people, we will retreat from the front!"

"What?" Juan was stunned.

Retreat frontally?

Ser Amanric ignored him and drew out his knight's sword: "Put up my holy grail banner, even if I step on it today, I'll step on the face of the Skaven!"

The red and blue golden Holy Grail flag stood up, pointing to the sky, and the voices of the Holy Grail Knights sounded together: "For the lady and the king, for Britannia, charge!"

The Holy Grail Knights assembled, and they used themselves as arrows to lead the remaining knights in their final charge.

The gust of wind came from the north, the flag flew, and the remaining less than 10,000 Brittanian Army and Estalia knights gathered under the Holy Grail flag, quickly regrouped, and then moved towards the gust of wind and raging waves. The Scully army was killed.

Horses hoof like thunder, lance like forest, determination like iron.

The golden seal of the Holy Grail inspires the fighting spirit of all, and frustration and decadence are swept away, and every Breton and Estalian unleashes one last cry of hatred, and then catches up with the Knights of the Holy Grail footsteps.

"What? The hairless knights came rushing towards us."

"nono, Skaven, diedie~"

"Rat~mouse, it's finished~finished~"

The Scully army was in chaos, and the Brittanians' desperate counterattack came so quickly.

Essex, the supreme calamity lord, has a very bad face. The four big horns on its head twist and spin back and forth. Bunker Hill has been injured in the previous battle with Sir Aman Rick, and he has spent a lot to save Ikert. Strength, if you do your best now, how will you deal with that bald head in the future?

After Essex hesitated, Sir Amanric's Arrow Knights were like arrows from the string, directly breaking through the front of the Scully army and heading straight for the core area of ​​the Rat Man Army.

When the Calamity Lords saw this scene, they immediately decided to avoid the edge, while the army of the Grin Clan in the distance saw that the Brittanians were so crazy and quickly retreated.

The strength of our Grin clan must be preserved!

This retreat directly caused the Skaven to retreat across the board. Sir Amanric unexpectedly led the Brittanian Army to break through, and the Holy Grail Knights directly broke through the Scully army!

"Rat! Rat! Rat!" Facing the crazy knights from far to near, several teams of Rat Tring were sent out, they lined up, turned the bearings, and prepared to fire.

"For the lady!!!" Ser Amanrique took the lead, the divine light of the lake **** shrouded his whole body, the knight's sword was held high in the sky, and the dazzling dazzling dazzling dazzled all the Ratling team couldn't help covering their own. Eye.

"For Madam!!!" the Holy Grail Knights shouted in unison, and all of them released a blinding dazzling light.

The Ratling team was directly blown away, and what's worse, most of the Ratlings got stuck because they were too nervous.

"Fire!" Juan and the Estalia knights seized the opportunity and took down the muskets from their waists, and the hoarse voice of Enzo Moretti, the great mentor of the Magritte Knights, rang out.

With eyes wide open, the Skaven army collapsed under the shock.

The Ratling Squad, all wiped out!

The Poison Wind Mortar Squad is completely wiped out!

Dimensional stone claws lightning cannon, all destroyed!

Even in the end, Ser Amanric rushed into the Skaven camp with the Holy Grail Knights, and a fire burned all the food reserves of the Scully clan to ashes, and Juan and Estali even more Armenians used grenades and powder kegs to blast several spare Wheels of Doom into the air.

Then Ser Amanrique ordered the army to retreat towards Poldero, at which time Skaven was unable to pursue, and had to let the Bretons leave.

Thus ended the Battle of Aquitaine.

It is worth mentioning that Tritus-Feartail's army did not finally enter the battlefield until nearly twenty minutes after the last Breton artillery was dragged and disappeared beyond the horizon.

"I'm sorry, Lord of Disaster, the Lizui clan really wants to help you, yes~yes~ but the timing is unfortunate, we happened to be enjoying bento and bento, so we are late, please forgive me!"

"Climb!" Essex's extremely angry voice came. If it wasn't for the next attack on Jean City, the Grinning Army would have to kill Tritus-Feartail now!

…………I am the dividing line of the simplest bad breath and the most extreme enjoyment…………

At this moment, on the banks of the Grismore River, Ryan is leading the 30,000 main force of the old guards who have just assembled, the Royal Legion of Mousillon and the nobles of the Northern Knights of Brittany on their way to Jean city ​​road.

Ryan's original intention was to let Emilia stay in Musilon, but the imperial duchess insisted on coming, and the little maid extorted a set of wood elf Starfire full-body rune plate armor from Ryan, and Ryan had no choice but to let her.

Morgiana, the witch of the lake god, rode the unicorn Hilfarne by Ryan's side. From time to time, she frowned and glanced at Emilia, but she couldn't say anything.

Due to the critical situation, Raun, François, Berhemond and others who were in the administration of Curona all came, and almost all the marshals such as Bertrand, Rokossovsky and Davout were there. This support army general is illustrious, and everyone firmly believes that as long as they can arrive in time, they will definitely be able to wipe out the Skaven.

But the question is, can it catch up?

Ryan had a bad feeling about it. There was no way. Brittany's territory is very large. Most of the main knights and the Royal Legion were transferred to Curona to maintain law and order and possible riots because of their previous beliefs.

Even Devonhill and the Twilight sisters were in the army, and Ariel's frontman followed behind the knight's army.

"Father, you don't seem to have a good face?" The younger son followed on horseback and said towards Ryan.

"I always have some ominous premonitions." Ryan looked at the sky of the old world. With the doubling of the wind of chaos, it is now difficult to see the endless scenery without clouds in the sky, with red, green, and colorful patterns like aurora. , such as dark clouds in the shape of demons and human faces, and those occasional howls and lightning bolts.

"Father, Sister Nestra and Sister Alohan said they could let the Eagle take me directly to Genn City." Devonhill continued, "It will be faster."

"Why, can't I?" Ryan said casually, "It must be you?"

"You'll frighten those giant eagles. You're too bright, father." Devonhill shrugged. "The sun warms us, but if you get too close, it burns to ashes."

"Hmph~" Ryan snorted, just as he was about to say something, a fast ranger horse appeared on the other side of the horizon, the messenger was already sweating profusely, he immediately knelt in front of Ryan: "Your Majesty! There is a battle report. Here! The Dukes of Bodric, Theodoric, and Juan will lead their armies against the Skaven at Aquitaine."

"What was the result of the battle?" Ryan asked eagerly with wide eyes.

"This……"

"You bastard, did you win or lose? Don't you even know this?" The Brittanian marshals on the side scolded, François was rarely angry, and the chief cabinet minister scolded: " Incompetent trash, hurry up and say, did you win or lose?"

"This... I'm sorry, Your Excellency, but I can't be sure whether it's a win or a loss." The messenger said tangled, he kowtowed and begged for mercy.

"Is it a tie?" Berhemonde asked in a deep voice.

"Yeah, it doesn't count, right?" The messenger really couldn't tell.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Not a win, not a loss, not even a draw? What is this fight?

"Give me the battle report!" Ryan immediately took the battle report from the messenger, and the King of Knights only glanced at it, and couldn't help but sigh.

His admiral was killed.

Bodrick and Duke Theodoric were killed successively. They failed to complete the mission of intercepting or hindering the Skaven army. Of the approximately 20,000 Brittanian troops who participated in the war, only a total of more than 12,000 broke through the siege and retreated to Boulder. Luo.

From this point of view, Brittany cannot count as a win.

But the Skaven also suffered heavy losses. The Scully army left more than 60,000 corpses in Aquitaine, not only more than half of the casualties, but also a large number of elites and war machines. Burning all the reserve fodder for the Rat People, Juan blew up Scully's War Machine Warehouse and Dimension Stone Warehouse. Not only did the Scully family lose dozens of well-trained engineers, captains and warlords in this battle, He almost lost Ikte-Sharpclaw, although the chief engineer warlock was not dead, but he was half useless.

From this point of view, Brittany can not be considered a loser.

Tie? Obviously it doesn't count. After a brief reorganization, the Skaven continued to move towards Jin City!

Ryan told everyone about the battle, and he had to sigh for a while. Many of the knights and nobles who were friends with Duke Bodrick couldn't help but burst into tears. Even Devonhill wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his sleeves.

Ryan closed his eyes: "Continue to march, the city of Jean ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ will be the burial place of the Skaven."

"Yes!"

The Rat Man is here!

At this moment, as Lane's earliest territory, the Baron of Jean is already in chaos. The people here have probably not experienced war for more than ten or twenty years. Panic spreads in the territory, and many merchants and free people packed up their things. Just wanted to run away, but many more planned to stay and defend their homes.

As a great nobleman who stayed behind, Hux, Earl of Devon, took over the duties of the head coach. Hux knew that he was unlikely to block the Skaven army with this person, so he not only ordered martial law, but also made a good defense. Preparation of cities and castles.

Similarly, Redfish Village was in chaos. Many people rushed to put their property on carts and carriages and fled, but most of them chose to stay. They gathered at the gate of Angron Manor, they believed that their knights master.

The last knight.

The World Eater Primarch, the simple old farmer Angron was sitting in his bedroom, he shook his head and sighed.

"I just want to plant a good place. Why, why can't I escape the war in this place?"

"Why do all kinds of trouble always come to you?"

"Why... why do you always force me like this?"

The wooden floor was pried open and lifted, and inside was a long, large iron box, which was sealed with chains.

Angron opened the iron box, and quietly lay a black giant sword in it. It was two meters long, and the blade was serrated. It was branded with an extremely ancient rune that was older than the history of mankind. .

"Damn mouse, **** Khorne, you all forced me, right?" Angron took out his great sword: "I don't even feel at ease in farming, right?"

"Then don't blame me."

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