Proof of the Sun King

At this time, Dimitri Zayev, who was located in the Central Corps, also noticed this scene. Marshal Kislev sat on Maza and slapped his thigh hard: "Okay! Nice work!"

Marshal Romanov, the commander of the winged cavalry Griffin Legion, was also overjoyed. He rode his horse back and forth excitedly, and then said to Marshal Zayev: "Marshal, should we go according to the original plan? Support Konev?"

"How is the situation in Fedosov?" asked General Marshal Zayev, looking at the battle in the distance, he was a little undecided.

The 20,000 people in the central army are fighting against the Nurgle army. It seems that the plague doctor Festus did not intend to support Prince Sigwald, but chose to attack Dagny, where the Fedosov army was stationed. The town of Pere, so the Army of the Center had only a small part of the army on the right flank and the Army of Nurgle exchanged fire.

And as we all know, the speed of action of the Nurgle Legion... It's really not to compliment, Festus' march is very slow and procrastination.

"Marshal Fedosov is leading Dageniper to resist against the city wall!" The scout reported back: "The current situation is relatively fierce, but the pressure is not too great. It seems that the Nurgle army... is preserving its strength, and the two sides fought four fierce battles. Hours, the walls of Dagnip are always in our hands!"

"That's it." Marshal Zayev immediately ordered: "Gather all the winged cavalry and part of the Ugor cavalry, Romanov, and immediately go to support Konev and the others!"

"Yes!" Romanov, the commander of the winged cavalry Griffin Legion, immediately took the order. He led more than 4,000 cavalry from the Central Army and was ready to go west to support Konev and Rokosovsky's army. Destroy the Legion of Slaanesh, or at least drive them all out of the field!

Large groups of cavalry were dispatched and marched westward.

However, just as Marshal Romanov's cavalry army was advancing westward to support Konev, this group of cavalry troops suddenly found that just north of them, on the northern bank of the Torsol River, there was a group of at least The Chaos army of more than 30,000 is gathering at a slow speed!

The cavalry army suddenly felt very terrible pressure. Marshal Romanov urgently ordered the messengers to go back to find Marshal Zayev and told him that a large number of Chaos army was coming on the north bank of the Torsor River in the north. !

"Sure enough, it's not that easy!" Grand Marshal Dimitri Zayev fell into thinking after he got the news. Mrs. Keisler, the Chaos army that appeared in the north, had information long ago, but she didn't expect them to come so quickly.

"The only thing that is fortunate is that this chaotic army is still far from the battlefield. Even if it marches quickly, it is estimated that the scouts will need at least fifteen hours before the other party can start trying to cross the river."

According to the scout's news, the opposing army is gathering, and it should take some time before the gathering is completed and then crossing the river. Zaev's head was thinking frantically.

If the Chaos army is assembled and crossed down the river, Mrs. Keisler will definitely lose, so Zaev has only two choices.

First, go to support Konev and Rokossovsky, defeat the Legion of Slaanesh as soon as possible, and then join forces to deal with the Legion of Nurgle.

Second, go east now, join Fedosov's army, and take down Nurgle's army, and then think about what to do next.

General Marshal Zayev thought carefully about how to decide, and he quickly made a decision.

Since the Nurgle Legion's offensive was enough to deal with Fedosov, the top priority must be to deal with the Slaanesh Legion as the original plan, and if the Nurgle Legion was attacked now, it would be tantamount to pointing the fragile back to the North just arrived. The new chaotic army, this is a taboo in the military!

So Marshal Zayev no longer hesitated, and he immediately ordered that in addition to leaving three infantry corps to assist Fedosov in defending Dageniper, the remaining Central Corps began to advance towards the Slaanesh Legion's position.

The Slaanesh Legion was hit again, and now Prince Sigwald the beauty found himself facing a three-way siege. The huge military pressure made him almost breathless. Prince Sigwald joined in himself while scolding. After the battle, wherever he passed, Slaanesh silver swords were connected, and groups of Mrs. Keesler were killed in a row, and the chosen warriors of Slaanesh, the chosen warriors of Chaos, and the warriors of Chaos formed a ring along the entire hill. The defensive front, although the hills are not steep, basically only has a **** of 10 to 20°, but it is this **** that allows the bear cavalry and the wing cavalry to break down before the hills one after another, and Mrs. Shock, all defeated.

The battle was in a state of anxiety, but anyone with a discerning eye could see that it was only a matter of time before the Slaanesh Legion failed.

And on the other side of the Torsor River, on top of a mountain.

Chaos Eternal God's Choice Black Iron Motkin rides the Chaos Steel Bull given to him by Khorne. Behind him is a small part of the main Chaos army. At present, there are only 30,000 people, and 50,000 people will enter the battlefield one after another.

In addition to these 80,000 people, there are 100,000 people in the Chaos army who are gathering in the northern wasteland to prepare to go south.

"Eternal God chooses Your Excellency, we should cross the river immediately." Tzeentch God Chosen Howl - Eternal Eye leaning on his staff, standing on top of Tzeentch Evil Fire Frisbee, he pointed to the distance: "Up to ten hours, first Troops will be able to cross the Torsor River."

"Who's going, are you going? Hal?" Motkin rode coldly on the Chaos Steel Bull. He looked at the distant battlefield: "I have my plan."

"If you want, I can lead my legion right now..." Tzeentch said humbly, he was different from Tsa-Zan'eke, he was Tzeentch's assistant to Motkin.

"No, no one will go." Motkin said lightly, Eternal God's Chosen spit out endless chaotic evil energy and dark chaotic force field, he said calmly: "All the people here will not go. , In this battle, we will not participate in the war, and none of the 80,000 people behind us will participate in the war.”

"Why, Eternal God chooses Your Excellency?" Eternal Eye asked very strangely: "I can bet, as long as we..."

"As I said, we have only one goal." Motkin interrupted the Eternal Eye: "That is the tomb of the ancestors in the castle of the von Zhukov family in the Imperial Osterland, and the tomb of Oleg von Zhukov. Zhukov's head!"

"If we spend too much energy here, too much time, the Empire will be on guard," Motkin continued, looking at the fighting battlefield from a distance like a mass of garbage The same: "The border of Kislev is not too small to say that it is small. Even if it is completely smooth, if we want to completely pass through Kislev and enter the empire, it will take at least two months, too long, too long. , so long that I can't stand it."

"But Your Excellency Eternal Chosen, Kislev is the outermost wooden fence of the old world! These **** Southerners are like the sticky moss in Nurgle's garden, and like the undead cockroaches in Slaanesh Palace, If we don't get rid of this group of scumbags in one go, they will soon..." Eternal Eye suggested: "If we want to ensure that there are no accidents, we'd better cross the river as soon as possible."

"I said it! We have only one goal!" Motkin repeated, his attitude was cold: "The gods of chaos have given me glory and power, and I am the eternal choice!"

"Yes, Eternal Chosen Your Excellency, you are." The Eternal Eye gave up arguing with him and bowed his head in obedience: "But I think I must remind you that if we lose Prince Sigwald and his Slaanesh here Legion, our forces will suffer greatly."

"I already have a complete plan." Motkin shook his head indifferently, and Eternal God chose to look to the west of the battlefield: "As for the loss of Prince Siegwald? Who cares? There are so many Kurgans and people. The Norsca, the Mongols and the Huns want to join him, and he doesn't care."

Everything has been arranged, count the time, Norsca High King Varmir-Aisling and his Norsca Mountains Legion, it is time.

It's time for the final blow to these annoying Southerners!

On the great plain in front of Zedevka, the war was still going on, and it was already one o'clock in the afternoon.

The Slaanesh Legion was on the verge of collapse. They had lost more than 18,000 men, and the remaining 20,000 were beaten by Kislev's army after being crushed on the hills.

However, the rest of the army was the essence, barely supported under the personal command of Prince Sigwald, and the three Marshals Konev, Rokossovsky and Romanov were never able to completely conquer the hill.

At the same time, the Slaanesh believers became more and more energetic, but Kislev's army was gradually exhausted. Most of the soldiers only ate breakfast, and hunger began to trouble them. In order to join the battlefield as soon as possible, the marshals compressed the rest of the soldiers. Time, as the time began to enter the noon and afternoon, the soldiers gradually became tired, and even the horses of the wing cavalry and the giant bear mounts of the bear cavalry were already showing their fatigue.

Even so, the Slaanesh Legion seems to be at the end of the game. The main position has been breached many times. At the deepest time, the Kerim guards even rushed in front of Prince Sigwald, and the Slaanesh God's Chosen Champion had left behind. More than a hundred corpses of Mrs. Keisler were found. Although Prince Sigwald was a strong man in the sanctuary, he could not fight against so many enemies by himself, and in order to deal with him, Mrs. Keisler reluctantly suffered. He took out the holy water bullet produced by the Noor Arms Factory and blessed by the Church of Justice. This bullet is designed to destroy demons and target chaos and filth. Prince Sigwald has been wounded in two places.

At this time, Marshal Konev was still fighting in the hills. The giant bear under his seat slapped a Slaanesh warrior in the face, and the bear claws made a sharp noise along the armor, wiping out sparks. , Slaanesh's chosen warrior was swept to the ground with a slap, but reached out and grabbed the bear's paw, he chanted Slaanesh's name frantically, and then pulled back hard, the giant bear was pulled like this The body swayed slightly, and had to step on the ground with one paw to maintain balance.

Marshal Konev pulled the reins hard and signaled what the bear should do. The mount immediately understood it. It stretched out its mouth and bit on the hand armor of the Slaanesh Warriors. The Slaanesh Warriors lost their balance after being bitten. Marshal Konev waved the sword in his hand, cut off his arm directly, and then patched a knife on his neck, black blood splattered everywhere.

Looking up, victory was close at hand. Half of the bear cavalry had been killed in the **** battle. Konev knew that the victory was due to the cavalry support of Rokossovsky and Romanov, who supported them with bows and machetes. its own flanks.

Soldiers fell in droves, many of Kislev's levies, Ksa warriors and even Kerim guards were killed in the fighting, but it was a price that had to be paid, and now all will bask in victory. in the glory of...

"Marshal! Your Excellency Marshal!" At this moment, the Ugor cavalry archer, already covered in blood with a Norsca flying axe behind his back, ran from a distance: "Your Excellency Marshal, look, look west! "

"West, west? What?" Konev was a little confused at first, and then he immediately realized what he was doing. He took a few steps back on the exhausted giant bear, and the Ksa warriors behind him charged up to meet the Chaos warriors again. Fighting together, the marshal withdrew from the battlefield of the fierce battle: "What? What is it?"

"Marshal, we found that an army is approaching from the west!" The scout shouted loudly in Konev's ear.

"Damn! What is that?" Konev immediately took out the monocular.

"It's here, it's finally here!" Above the hills, the beauty Prince Sigwald put down his telescope, and the Slaanesh God's Choice champion danced with joy: "It's Aisling, it's Aisling and his Norsca Mountain Legion, It's a hot man, it's him, it's him, it's him, it's him, he's cheating! He's cheating from the west! I must give him a hot kiss, and I'm going to stick my tongue in and let He understands how much I love him!"

"It's Norsca High King Aisling and his Norsca Mountains!" Konev's body was cold, and Marshal Kislev's hands were shaking uncontrollably. His forehead was sweating continuously, dripping with large drops. Sweat fell in the cold air of Kislev.

Rokossovsky and Romanov were equally shocked, their bodies were cold, no one expected why the Norska Mountains Corps would come so quickly, they were obviously forty hours away from here more than ten hours ago. Five kilometers! How could it be so fast? Prince Sigwald could not have predicted his predicament more than ten hours in advance, so he asked Aisling for help!

This is impossible! The two marshals were about to look again when Konev immediately shouted: "Don't look anymore, I said don't look anymore! It's Varmir Esslin and his Norsca Mountains Corps!"

"Damn it! Damn it! Erson is on top! Give me two more hours, and two more hours and we will definitely be able to take Sigwald's head!" Marshal Romanov slapped his thigh hard~www.wuxiaspot .com~ I'll fend off Aislyn and his Norsca Mountains! ' shouted Rokossovsky at once, pulling the reins of his mount and about to mount.

"You can't resist it! Constance Dante!" Of course Konev knew that most of Rokossovsky's subordinates were trash fish. How could this be able to resist the high king of Norsca and his army of mountains? ?

"How long can it last!" Rokossovsky shouted decisively.

After speaking, the Bear Cavalry Marshal rode away without turning his head.

Ten minutes later, the town of Zedevka.

"It's the Norsca Mountains! It's Vamir-Aisling! He is attacking from the flank with someone! Your Majesty the Tsar, Rokossovsky's regiment cannot resist the Norsca Mountains! "Ice Palace Master Chief Alexei shouted in panic and despair beside the Tsar with the Dwarf Seiko Rune Spyglass: "Your Majesty? What should we do? Your Majesty?"

A luxurious Tsar's sleigh was pulled out of Zedevka's wooden gate, pulled by four reindeer, and Katarin coldly put away her telescope and came down from the fence: "Soldiers! My sisters! We! Follow me!"

"This war cannot be lost!" Katarin boarded her own Tsar's sleigh. She drew out the sword of Ivan the Terrible and shouted softly, "Let's join Aisling and his Mountain Legion and Slaanesh Legion together. Exterminate!"

"Forward! For Erson, for Kislev, for the Tsar!"

"go ahead!!!"

In this way, the Tsar finally decided to lead her own army of Tsarist Kislev to fight against the army of the Norsca Mountains!

The war is getting hotter and hotter...

At this moment, on the high mountains on the north bank of the Torsor River, Motkin signaled that they could leave.

"The victory and defeat are already divided."