Medieval Empire Soldier Chapter 98

   Chapter 98 Ninety-eight · Fireplace Fortress Falls 4.5k (Subscribe)

   "The outer defense line of the fortress has fallen! The Yankees' army has opened the gate!"

   "The first and fourth companies of the Nordland Marines who defended the gate were all killed!"

   "The tower is surrounded!"

   "Retreat! Retreat into the inner fort! Quickly retreat!"

The horn of the retreat sounded, the officers shouted, the battle on the city walls continued, the Nordland guards fought their last drop of blood, and the last man, hundreds of Norsca warriors, rose from the stairs and ropes. Jump directly over the city wall, wave after wave, endless.

Cinco didn't know how many enemies his halberd had cut down. He didn't have time to count. Hearing roars and footsteps, he waved his halberd subconsciously. Over 70% of the entire city wall north of the fortress had fallen, and the barbarians had fallen. The figures and roars of people became more and more dense, and the strong Nords gradually fell into a disadvantage. The entire halberd company under Cinco Brick now has only more than twenty people left.

   Four teams of heavily armored Norsca champion warriors climbed up the city wall along the climbing ladder. The bows and arrows and crossbow arrows caused very little damage to them. They used human lives to fill them, but they were still repelled.

   "Company Commander, it's time for us to withdraw into the inner fort!" Hearing the sound of the horn, Corey gasped and swallowed hard.

Prolonged fighting, malnutrition and lack of hydration made it almost impossible for the young halberdiers to stand up. Few guards were still alive on the entire section of the city wall. Rolling stones and saplings had long been used up, and they took away their companions and enemies. The corpses were thrown down the city head together.

   Driven by grief and anger, the efforts of the defenders only brought a moment of respite.

The continuous battle has been going on for nearly an hour. The commander-in-chief of the Norsca army watched the four teams of champion warriors be driven out of the city. They destroyed the heavy artillery of the southerners. There was no more roar on the entire battlefield. G. Ripper's only patience was exhausted, and he chose to go into battle in person to put an end to this slightly lost siege battle.

   The Norsca warlord overwhelmed all the Chaos trolls and human-skin wolves in one fell swoop. A dozen Chaos Warriors and hundreds of Norsca war gangs all stepped forward, and the Gore beast chariots rushed towards the gate of the fortress.

   Under the bombardment of the two chaos giants, a section of the city wall to the west of the fortress collapsed, and a large number of Norsca plunderers poured in from the gap.

   "Boom!" The falling iron gate was smashed open by the big stick of the Chaos troll, and the **** Berserkers with double axes swarmed up, shouting the name of Khorne, and slaughtering the southerners.

   "Retreat! Everyone! Retreat, cough, and retreat to the inner fort!"

   "Retreat!"

   The fortress defenders, who had less than 300 people left, retreated to the inner layer of the fortress under pursuit and continued to resist.

In the dark night, a thin layer of cold light appeared on the surface of the three-meter-high bronze statue of the white wolf **** standing in the shrine of Uric standing in the inner castle of the fireplace fortress. The wolf **** seemed to notice the despair at the edge of the order. war.

   His winter-like anger penetrated into the bodies of all the defenders.

   Everyone can feel the unprecedented full power in their bodies, and their beliefs are even more unbreakable.

  Every weapon in the hands of the imperial people was attached to the wolf **** white fire, the surrounding temperature dropped a little bit, and a thin layer of ice was condensed in the fireplace fortress.

   The defenders mustered their last courage and strength to resist stubbornly.

Every house, every building, every road, the imperial people from the south bank of the Claw Sea used their lives to stop the Norsca army, and slowly started street battles. In the narrow and crowded streets, the Yankee army's numerical superiority and giant beasts could not be exerted, and the war situation seemed to have improved.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhly

Nurgle's Chosen Champion laughed out loud. The weak Southerner front seemed vulnerable to him. As soon as he and his Nurgle's Chosen Guards came up, they harvested dozens of Southerners' heads and rotten great swords. In one sweep, five halberdiers were cut open by the waist and died on the spot.

   The Gore war beasts in black iron armor mercilessly crashed into the defense line, crushing flesh and blood one after another, followed by the Chaos Trolls and Chaos Warriors, venting the fire without reservation.

  The radiance of the statue of the wolf **** gradually weakened, and it would go out at any time, just like a fireplace fortress, precarious.

   The High King of Norsca, who was far away on the high cliff of the Dragon Egg Peninsula, showed a hint of mockery in his eyes. He was blessed by the **** of chaos, and he knew very well the current situation of the **** of white wolf believed by the southerners.

Lack of the power of the human **** king, to fight the coercion of the evil **** of chaos alone, Uric can only support, the last trace of spiritual thought he forcibly left in the shrine, maybe he can't bear to watch the loyal believers die in the north. earth.

"My king, the weak southerners can't hold on for a few more minutes. This fortress built since the time of the Three Sovereigns will eventually fall in your time." Tzeentch let out a crow-like laugh as he enjoyed the southerners' last Struggling, the end of each battle will leave Torina Ingelsson in a good mood.

   "Quack quack."

  The defenders are desperate, the fortress is surrounded by the torus, they will not receive any reinforcements, and even the port closest to the empire needs to span the entire Sea of ​​Claws.

The ships in the port south of the Hearth Fortress were slowly leaving, and the sailors detected a terrifying scene. The number of Norsca longships far exceeding the number of imperial ships was slowly approaching from around the Sea of ​​​​Claws, but they were only far away. Watching the battle in Hearth Fortress, stand by.

   From the wall of the inner fort, more than forty flames burst into flames, and the musket battalion, which had suffered heavy losses, finally got a breather. They opened fire violently, intending to push back the encircling enemy. The proud and stubborn Nord decided to continue fighting and would rather die.

However, no matter how the fortress defenders resisted, overcame thirst and hunger with willpower, gathered around the Urric shrine, and called the name of the wolf god, the last group of defenders who did not retreat into the inner fort were slaughtered. .

  The iron boots of Nurgle's chosen champion, trampling on the flesh and blood of the southerners, he walked step by step to the stone wall where the inner castle fell.

   The Norsca direwolf are greedily sucking the smell of the dead, and they are searching for the living, and the entrails of fresh and undead prey are the most delicious.

Not far from the inner fort, on the road full of corpses and rolling waves of Norsca barbarians, the chaos warriors of Chaos marched side by side, the roadside was full of corpses of imperial soldiers and barbarians, and the wreckage was everywhere. Flames and gunpowder were burning in the ruins, and on the tower of the outer fort, several blazing fires ignited by explosions, like huge bonfires, were very eye-catching.

The vice-admiral of the Nords, the imperial general in his late 60s, drew out a long sword and a short fire cannon. His waist was injured by a flying axe. He still faced the main entrance of the inner fort with a firm expression. Around him, the last hundred or so defenders gathered.

   Everyone realizes that the last moment has come.

   The second company commander of the Nord-led Marine Corps, Cinco Brick gasped heavily, his body like a **** man, he kept coughing dryly, his face flushed, and his expression became dazed from exhaustion.

The roar of the    Chaos Troll was just outside the gate, and the barbarian's battle roar, accompanied by the roar of hitting the wall, reverberated in the inner fort, causing pain in the eardrums.

The white light of the statue of the wolf **** reminded him of the snowy field he played in the Nord Territory many years ago. Veteran, miss his hometown for no reason.

   He slowly closed his eyes, calmed the turbulence in his heart, and opened them again.

  Curry scratched the back of his head and laughed out loud: "We're dying, right?"

   "It's really unfortunate for you young people to die with this old guy like me." The imperial general also laughed out loud, changing his usual serious expression, as if in the last few minutes of his life, he no longer wanted to continue to be tense.

   "It is my honor to die with you! General!"

   "That's right, General! Being able to kill the Yankees happily with you is worth my life!"

   "Yes! Hahaha."

   The last defenders of the Hearth Fortress have never had a moment in their lives so glorious as they are now.

  "." The imperial general was silent, he stood up against the wall, and seeing him get up, all the soldiers stood up with support.

   Crowds of warriors of Chaos approached, and the noisy pace of the Norscan barbarians drew nearer and nearer, and the war drew to a close.

  The Norsca barbarians going south will never leave a living hole, and the Imperial soldiers will not be slaughtered.

The    Imperial General took a deep breath and said sharply: "All soldiers under the age of 20, get out!"

In the team of more than 100 people, only six or seven people stood out, including the young halberdier Corey. Their faces had a greenness that had not completely faded away. You looked at me, I looked at you, and I was at a loss. .

   A few old soldiers realized what the Imperial General was going to do, and they were silent. They looked at these young soldiers with expectation.

   "Dong dong. dong."

Accompanied by the sound of the Chaos Giants bombarding the stone walls of the inner fort, the Imperial General turned around and stared at everyone, and said loudly: "Since the Three Emperors era! The Fireplace Fortress has been guarding the north shore of the Sea of ​​Sharp Claws, guarding the people of the Empire. Suffering, destroyed repeatedly! Rebuilt again and again!"

   "Generations have died on the other side of the Sea of ​​Claws, just because we are the northern outpost of the Empire! The front line of the war!"

"I am one of the seventeen survivors of the fortress during the Norsca invasion in 2466 of the imperial calendar. At that time, the imperial general stationed in the fireplace fortress ordered all soldiers under the age of 20 to board the ship, just to save the fire. , let the survivors send the information back to the south and back to the empire!"

   "Now! I order you guys! Board the ship from the port! Live!"

   "All the rest will stay here, buy time for your evacuation, and face the northern barbarians!"

  The tragic ending of ordinary heroes, there is no elegy, no hymn, and no desolate cry.

   The six or seven soldiers who came out lowered their heads, gritted their teeth, and clenched their fists, trying not to let themselves sob.

   No time to hesitate.

The imperial general ordered thirty people to be released to cover the evacuated soldiers from boarding the ship. A small half of the defenders retreated from the secret door of the inner fort to the port. They all had a chance to live, and those soldiers who remained in the inner fort, ten lifeless.

   A minute later, with the last loud bang, the stone wall that the inner fort had fallen down was blasted away.

   "Hohohoho" Several chaotic trolls passed through the walls of the inner fort, with bloodthirsty and thirst for human flesh in their beast pupils.

  The old imperial general raised his long sword and roared: "Fire!"

   They were greeted by volleys of muskets and crossbow bolts, and the Chaos Troll who rushed in front was knocked to the ground, but it was limited to that.

Dozens of Chaos warriors and Norsca champion warriors with heavy axes and halberds stepped into the inner castle. Walking in, the bloated and ugly face full of rashes is full of playful expressions.

The imperial general kissed his long sword, and raised the icy blade high: "Soldiers, the gate of Uric's Palace is opening to us! The spear stabs hard, the sword slashes hard, let this group of chaotic scumbags see, What is fear!"

   "Long Live the Empire!"

In front of the statue of Uric, there was a heroic battle cry that belonged to the empire. More than 60 soldiers, led by the generals of the empire, held weapons, staggered their steps, and launched the Chaos army from the north. The last charge of my life.

   "For the Empire!"

   "For Nord! For Home!!"

   The port at the southern end of the Hearth Keep.

The young halberdier Corey heard a fleeting battle cry, he turned his head, his eyes were full of tears, Cinco Brick dragged him without hesitation, and ran to the boat docked at the other end of the pier. Imperial ships.

   It was an imperial wolf ship in disrepair, with six cannons mounted on both sides, and a wolf ship with all its loads and most of its ammunition unloaded.

   "Quick! Quick!"

The soldiers who were covering the retreat of Currie and others roared loudly. More than two hundred warriors of Chaos were rushing here from the shore of the pier. A few sailors on the wolf ship also dropped the rope ladder. They took the risk of hitting the rocks and forcibly used wood The slurry is docked so that it does not get stuck when pushed away.

   Among the retreating soldiers, more than a dozen archers tightened the bowstrings, and the crossbowmen also pulled the trigger, trying to block the Chaos Warriors from chasing.

"put!"

"Swish swish~ swish swish~~" A row of feather arrows and crossbow arrows flew towards the chasing soldiers. It was visible to the naked eye that only two Chaos warriors were hit. The dull sound of iron boots trembled the imperial soldiers step by step. heart.

There were still twenty steps away, and Currie almost fell to the ground because of his weakness. Cinco Brick was holding the halberd in one hand, and desperately grabbed Currie's collar with the other, and dragged him onto the boat. .

"Grab the rope ladder! We're running out of time, get on board!" The soldiers who had already boarded the boat stretched out their hands from the railings, and the sailors pushed nervously with wood pulp. They had to get out of the shallow waters, and they could only survive by entering the deep waters. .

   In a daze, Currie only felt that a pair of arms lifted him up, hung him on the rope ladder, and walked away, he vaguely saw a figure a few meters away: "Captain Brick"

Cinco Brick stood on the edge of the pier, smiled at him, took out a rag from the animal skin cloak, and threw it on the deck of the wolf ship from a distance: "The rest of the snow rabbit meat, you take my place Eat it! Live!"

   On the pier of the fireplace fortress, the black Norsca barbarian warriors laughed wildly, they swung heavy axes and chopped down the imperial soldiers one after another, the disgusting stench mixed with the cold salty sea breeze.

  Cinco Brick beckoned to the faraway wolf ship, and there was a grief-stricken cry from the far side of the coast.

   He took a long breath and turned to face the surrounding Norsca, ready to meet his fate.

  The warriors of Chaos made a way in the middle, and Snag Ripper dragged his blood-stained greatsword and hooked his fingers at the last veteran.

   "Long Live the Empire!!"

   is far above the high cliff.

Tzeentch warlock Torina Ingerson saw the Imperial wolf ship heading for the south bank of the Claw Sea. He raised his pale and slender arms and summoned a magical wind out of thin air, trying to lift the ship from the sea. erase.

   "No." A thunderous voice sounded, and Norsca Supreme King Vamir Aisling stopped him with a cross sword.

He stood on the top of the high cliff like a god, the raging wind and rolling waves seemed so small in front of him, the dark dragon scale armor wore on his body, spikes and rings decorated his body , the bone spurs on the back and the hanging skull, all tell the glory of the Norsca Supreme King.

   "My supreme king?" Torina Ingerson's expression was a little more surprised, the eyeballs in the blood hole in the middle of his forehead stirred, but he still stopped to call the magic tide.

   "The southerners have given up the salvation of the true **** and fallen into the belief of false gods, and I will defeat their army head-on and bring true civilization and faith!"

   "Let them enjoy my forgiveness and mercy."

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