Proof of the Sun King

The Kislev defenders stationed in Vosglade were no strangers to the barbarian army, or they had formed an instinct to fight against the barbarians all year round. When the artillery fire of the Chaos Hell Cannon fell into the fortress, dozens of soldiers were killed When the defenders burned to ashes and smashed a whole section of the city wall into a large hole, the alarm sounded immediately, and the defenders of Kislev immediately began to respond quickly.

Vosglade's garrison commander was Ugor Boyer, Major General Korobkov, who woke up to the sound of the explosion when he got up from his camp bed and ran all the way to the city wall, watching. The firelight and gunpowder of dozens of chaotic artillery fell across the sky like a meteor like a meteor, and the general immediately realized that something was wrong: "Damn!"

"It seems that some people's estimates have made a serious and irreversible mistake!"

"Alert! Alert! Get everyone up!"

"Prepare to fight, prepare to fight!!!"

The urgent sound of horns and sirens woke Artem, who was still sleeping, and the first-class soldier shuddered and woke up from his sleep: "What's the matter? Damn it! Erson is above!"

"Tal's teeth! Hurry up, Artem, the enemy is coming! Chaos is here!" There was chaos in the barracks, and the guards all hurriedly dressed and looked for their weapons and equipment.

As soon as Artem got up, he felt the chill of the early morning penetrate directly into his clothes. The young Kislev soldier's eyes darkened, a very strong sense of nausea filled his mouth and throat, and his head was dizzy. Yes, Artem almost fell to the ground, but fortunately someone reached out and pulled him up: "What's the matter, Artem, are you uncomfortable?"

"No, it's fine." The spearman knew why. The long-term malnutrition made him a little weak. Artem gritted his teeth and stood up. He grabbed the vodka and stuffed it into his arms and took his chest. The armor was hung on the body, and then he found his helmet and took the spear.

"Quick! Quick!" The officer shouted at the door, signaling the soldiers to go up the city wall as soon as possible.

Along the stairs of the city wall, the spearmen climbed the city wall against the first rays of sunlight in the early morning, and he looked out from the crenels of the city wall.

The terrifying scene in front of him made the first-class soldier tremble uncontrollably. He only felt the cold air creep in along the cuffs, neckline, and ankles, gradually covering his entire body.

Outside the city walls, is a dark green ocean.

Thousands of Norsca people have surrounded the fortress, and those Norsca veterans with shabby clothes and white temples walked in the forefront, they stretched out their hands to push the huge Nurgle plague siege tower and attack. City carts, the old warriors are getting old, these barbarians have been regarded as "useless garbage", their only value today is to act as a human shield and to die.

The old Norsca warriors were followed by more than a dozen legions and hundreds of Norsca raiders of war gangs. Their vicious faces only had the enthusiasm for killing. How many low-level Nurgle demons were there? At least Artyom saw hundreds, plague-stricken mortals and corrupted mutant beasts raising their pimple-scarred faces in anticipation of orders, thousands of banners held high in the sky, each marked with The face of the father of all kinds of plagues, the butcher's knife is drawn from its holster, the chain of the hammer is unchained, and the dull sword is drawn from its human-skin scabbard.

In the distance, a dozen gigantic Nurgle Chaos trolls were waving big sticks in their hands. After that, the three Chaos Giants were covered in pustules and sores blessed by Nurgle, and they continued to advance as they advanced. The slurries were dripping from the ground, and dozens of Chaos Eggs were driven forward by the Norsca people, and their bodies no longer showed any traces of being human.

There are also a large number of plague war mastiffs in the ranks.

"Oh my God, Ersun is on top!" Dozens of firelights flashed across the sky, Artyom quickly hid his body behind the battlements, and a chaotic **** cannon's demon cannonball bombed the city wall. The fifteen-meter-high city wall was instantly blasted with a three-meter-high and two-meter-wide opening.

"Where are our artillerymen? What are they doing?" Artyom shouted in fear and helplessness at the nearby colleagues who were also holding spears. It seemed that he could not dispel the shaking in his heart without this method.

"The range of cannons and mortars is not that far!" Major General Kolobkov commanded the defense, and the major general stood at the top of the fortress, looking down at the city wall below: "Enter your position! Prepare for the enemy's attack, we must stick to the general Rag's reinforcements have arrived!"

How many enemies are there? Thirty thousand? fifty thousand? Or a hundred thousand? Artem clenched the spear in his hand. It seemed that only the spear could give him a sense of security. He took out a crossbow from behind and began to reload the crossbow with his feet.

This kind of inferior crossbow made by the empire is different from the exquisite hand crossbow of the Nuer military factory or the dwarves. This inferior crossbow only has a simple wooden handle, and it is very troublesome and laborious to reload. It is enough to shoot an arrow in one minute, but At least the spearmen can be distracted and something to do.

The footsteps of Chaos had quietly approached, and Artem could feel the footsteps of the boots. After loading up, the defenders saw a large number of neatly arranged torches spreading around, and they heard the shrill scream of the war horn. , and a low lamentation in praise of the **** of decay.

Soon, Chaos' attack began.

Dozens of Chaos Cannons fired continuously at the hands of Chaos Dwarf Engineers, followed by the roars and cheers of thousands of Norsca warriors, the sound of weapons striking their shields and the chaotic drumbeats. , Khorne believers first launched the charge, and the group of Norsca warriors who believed in Khorne frantically charged under the fortress walls, they roared wildly, trying to let their voices be heard by the great blood **** hear.

At the beginning, Major General Korobkov also signaled the defenders to stabilize their positions first. The major general thought that this might be a trial of Chaos Chaos, but with the charge of Khorne believers, all Chaos troops began to advance, monsters. The war gangs even overwhelmed the old, weak, sick and disabled of the Norsca in front of them. Only then did the major general realize that this was not a test, but an all-out attack.

"fire!"

"Fire!!!"

"Free Fire!"

The roar of the officers resounded through the city. On the west wall of the Vosglade Fortress, hundreds of defenders and a dozen artillery pieces fired at the same time, and dozens of muskets from the Empire also fired bullets at the enemy. , Most of the Khorne believers who rushed to the front wore only the simplest leather armor, and even many people did not have armor. They fell down more than 100 people in an instant. In an instant, Artem felt the mortals. Strength, he clenched his crossbow, aimed at a Norsca warrior who was only wearing shorts, holding two shoddy axe, gray temples, and charged frantically, and pulled the trigger.

However, the power and confidence brought by the artillery were only for a moment. The screams and screams of the dead on the city walls were immediately drowned out by the endless successors, and dozens of Norsca war gangs rushed up from behind, They even ran over their own compatriots directly and stepped on the bodies of incompetent compatriots, and they came like a flood.

bring it on! bring it on! Heir of Kislev, never succumb to darkness, ever! Artyom's heart was gradually filled with a cold and desperate anger, the spearmen loaded the crossbow, and the officers' orders sounded: "Aim for the nearest shot! Prepare for melee!"

Too late, or too many, after the Norsca warriors rushed under the wall, hundreds of brass claws flew into the air from under the wall, and a few seconds later, above the rope of each claws It was full of Norsca raiders, who quickly alternated their hands, trying to pull themselves up the wall.

The remaining ones without claws took out their javelins and throwing axes and attacked the guards. The hit rate was naturally low, but as long as a guard was hit, thousands of howls and praises to the **** of darkness erupted under the city walls. 's hymn.

The defenders tried their best to resist by all means. Hundreds of brass claws were so hard that they could not be broken with those crude swords or spears, so the defenders stabbed with spears, scalded them with boiling water, and smashed them with stones. , to prevent the barbarians from ascending the city head.

A chaotic **** cannon just slammed not far away, and Artem was splashed by the oncoming gravel, flesh and blood, and gunpowder. The spearmen clenched the spear with both hands, and angrily threw the bent spear. He stabbed a climbing Norsca raider, and the sharp point of the spear pierced the face of the barbarian, turning his frenzied and angry face into confusion and inconceivable, and the blood sprayed on the city wall, splashing Artem's face: "Go to hell! Chaos bastard!"

The scarlet blood made the spearman also fall into a frenzy. He tried to pull out the spear, but the workmanship was not very good. The spear broke completely after being bent, and he only got back half of the wooden gun handle. , Artyom roared angrily, as if complaining about the poor workmanship of the spear, and he immediately noticed that three more brass claws had been fastened nearby, and the Norsca raiders above were fast Climb up the speed.

The young spearman had no spears, and was about to turn his head and call for his companions.

However, what appeared in front of him was only the huge deep pit blasted by the Chaos Hell Cannon on the wall around him, and five or six groups of melted ashes. Half of a spearman's body was blown up by the artillery fire. Only After reaching the upper part of his body, his intestines were dripping with blood. He struggled in great pain, breathing, and his finger charred black by the cannon fodder of the Hell Cannon pointed to a place: "Brother, my spear... is there."

After speaking, the soldier's head fell and never got up again.

Artem only felt his mouth dry, he had no time to grieve for the sacrifice of his fellow man, the spearmen were mad and angry, he grabbed his spear, thrust his weapon into the bricks of the city wall, and slammed the bricks with force. Tilt up, and fell down with the two brass claws and all the barbarian warriors hanging on it.

This small section of the city wall was temporarily safe. The spearmen were breathing heavily. The reinforcements from behind arrived soon. A reserve team—it was pitifully small, with only a dozen people, guards armed with spears and swords and shields. The army rushed over, preparing to meet the next wave of the Chaos army's offensive.

Artyom subconsciously wanted to get a mouthful of water, but he had nothing now. The spearmen tried to observe the situation. He immediately found that four siege towers and a large battering ram pushed by the Chaos trolls were attacking Very slowly and firmly approaching the city wall, the Nurgle believers were indeed not moving fast, but the scene they saw next was extremely hopeless.

A cannonball hit the rotting and fragile siege tower, and the siege tower was immediately blasted with a large hole, crumbling, but then, the terrifying Nurgle witch doctor - more than four meters tall, wearing a robe, holding a Nurgle's Chosen Champion with the Skull Staff just needs a spell, and where the siege tower is destroyed, a thick, sticky green pus flows out, sealing the gap and keeping the siege tower running quickly.

"For Erson, for Kislev, for Katarin!"

Mrs. Keisler never retreated, never gave in, the defenders were starving, lacking weapons and clean water, and under the personal command of Major General Kolobkov, they formed a death squad, a dozen young men. He personally led the grenades and explosive packs produced by the empire, swayed down the city wall with ropes, and used his own life to detonate the mobile base under the siege tower. The four siege towers were successively five meters away from the city wall. And eight meters away paralyzed.

"Wow ah ah ah!" The Chaos army roared angrily! In particular, Festus, the champion of Nurgle's God's Choice, the good son of the loving father and the most favored witch doctor of Nurgle, ordered the warriors of Chaos to come forward.

The two chaos giants continued to push the giant battering ram forward.

"Boom!" The giant battering ram bombarded the sturdy east gate of the fortress.

"Boom!" The iron chain behind the gate twisted.

"Boom!" After dozens of hits in a row, he couldn't hold on when he saw the gate. The guard's crossbow finally hit the heart of the Chaos Giant in dozens of attempts, and the Chaos Giant fell down with his hands on his chest and screaming. , crushed the battering ram, and another Chaos Giant retreated in fear and was killed by Festus himself.

"Boom!" The battle on the city wall continued. The Kislev guards desperately tried their last drop of blood. One person, hundreds of barbarian warriors jumped directly onto the city wall from the siege tower and were repelled by the defenders. !

A whole three teams of Chaos Warriors in heavy armor climbed the city wall along the siege ladder, and were still repelled!

In the end, more than a dozen Nurgle warriors, led by Nurgle champion Appozul, climbed the city wall. As soon as they came up, they harvested the heads of hundreds of Mrs. Keisler. The Nurgle champion once announced that he victory, and the determination to dedicate this fortress to Nurgle.

However, the descendants of the Bear God never gave up, and the defenders used their last trump card, which was the sacred relic of Thor, the **** of thunder, among the three northern gods. Now, this sacred relic has lost its previous light, and a sky has flown down from the sky. The thunderbolt scorched the flesh of Nurgle Champion Appozul and a dozen or so Chosen warriors, and knocked them off the walls.

But even Thor's lightning power couldn't completely kill the Nurgle champions and the chosen warriors. They quickly got up. It seemed that Thor's magic had scorched their flesh a lot. Not strong enough to kill them.

The Chaos Hell Cannon knocked down all three towers of the fortress, and even the dozen cannons inside and a small number of musketeers were all silent. The Chaos army tried to attack again, but Mrs. Keisler's iron will made them organize again. A wave of counterattacks was launched, and the Chaos army was once again driven off the city wall with more than 300 casualties!

The long battle, malnutrition and lack of water supplementation made Artem almost unable to stand. Only a few guards were left alive on the entire section of the city wall. They threw the corpses of their compatriots from the city wall as heavy objects. Used as a rolling stone wood.

In this way, the defenders of Kislev actually repelled the attack of the Chaos army again!

After nearly ten hours of continuous fighting, Festus finally could not tolerate the clumsy defeat of his legion, and the champion of Nurgle's Chosen motioned to the warriors of Nurgle's Chosen to take out his secret weapon.

More than a dozen large Nurgle jars were thrown into the fortress, which was already full of wreckage and a mess by the warriors chosen by the gods of Nurgle. Dark green clouds shrouded the entire fortress. At first, only a few defenders felt their bodies. Suffering and coughing, but soon a group of people fell. Those who succumbed to the evil contagion of the cloud found globs of boils on their skin, blisters on their tongues and glue on their eyelids.

Artem coughed in pain, and as he coughed, shards of his lungs and large streams of blood came out of his mouth, and the spearman stood up against the wall, and he found that the once solid stone wall was now. become slimy.

The city walls melted, dripping salty liquid and making a pungent sound.

"Boom!" Another chaotic giant rushed over, and this time, the gate of the fortress finally collapsed.

"Retreat! Everyone! Retreat...cough, cough, retreat to the main castle!"

"retreat!"

The remaining less than 500 defenders began to try to retreat under the command of the major general, retreating into the fortress, and continuing to resist.

Festus, the Chosen Champion of Nurgle, once thought they had taken the fort after breaking the gates of the fort.

But Mrs. Keesler was quick to tell the Yankees that you were terribly wrong.

The remaining three hundred Kislev defenders were infected with the plague of Nurgle, lacking weapons and ammunition, lack of water and food and without any reinforcements, relying on tragic street and street fighting, in the four fortresses in the fortress. In , a stubborn resistance was made to Festus.

Every house, every building, every street, every stronghold, Mrs. Keisler stubbornly resisted Festus and his army with her life, due to the narrow and crowded streets, the superiority of numbers and the beasts of Chaos The advantage could not be exerted, and every hour, Mrs. Keisler had to repel the Chaos army 6-7 attacks.

The defenders have long been desperate, the fortress has been surrounded on all sides, and there is no messenger to pass on the information behind to Prager, but the proud and stubborn Mrs. Keisler decided to keep fighting, keep fighting.

The defense of Fort Worthgrad, which lasted from 4:30 a.m. to noon the next day, went far beyond the five-hour plan the Nurgle Chosen champion had expected to resolve the battle.

However, no matter how tenacious and how resistant Kislev's defenders were, at twelve noon the next day, when the last of the Kislev soldiers were constantly coughing up blood and enduring horrific ailments, they used willpower to overcome the lack of water and Hunger, when they gathered in an inconspicuous Ersun Church deep in the fortress, everyone realized that the final moment had come.

Private First Class Artem... No, he's now acting Colonel Artem, the spearman is dying, and behind him, more than two dozen sickly and sickly fortress Vorsglade finally The Kislev defenders are hiding in the Church of the Bear God~www.wuxiaspot.com~ preparing for their last moment.

Not far away, in the streets full of corpses and tumbling clouds of plague, countless warriors of Chaos marched side by side, the streets were full of the corpses of Kislev's defenders and barbarians, flames and smoke in the ruins. burning.

The Plague War Mastiffs were sniffing greedily as they searched to see if the defenders were still alive.

All the corpses of Kislev's defenders are to be collected, and the plague doctor Festus will use the flesh and blood of these corpses to make "Nurgle's Little Soap".

Acting Colonel Artem gasped heavily. He was coughing up blood constantly, and his mind was already in a trance.

In the hallucination, he felt as if he had returned to his hometown, the beautiful birch forest, the snow was still falling, his and her names were engraved on the birch trees, the pigeons were still flying in the sky, and the village was always peaceful.

"Cough cough..." Artem suddenly remembered something, and he reached out and touched his arms.

There lies its own glass of vodka.

Don't miss the last bite.

Artem reached out and took out the glass bottle, unscrewed the cap with difficulty, and drank the last sip of vodka. His mouth was full of the smell of rust, but he still tasted the familiar taste.

The acting colonel stood up against the wall, and seeing him get up, all the soldiers stood up hard.

The hordes of Chaos Warriors are approaching, getting closer and closer, and some Chaos Warriors have noticed this dilapidated church.

This church rang out the last battle cry belonging to Kislev, and more than two dozen soldiers, led by Artem, staggered with weapons, even stools, shovels, table corners and wooden sticks. , towards the Chaos army from the north, launched the last charge. .

"Ula!"

"Ula la la la!!!"