"Drive them into the river!"

On the noisy and chaotic battlefield, Rhodes kept shouting loudly.

Several generals also seemed to have understood what this Kislev lord meant, and ordered their troops to chase and not block. A gap was deliberately created through which the barbarians could escape to the riverbank.

On the other end, Maximian had already ordered his gunboats to aim their guns at the river bank. Bombarding the fleeing Norsca forces to create even more chaos.

Amid the roaring artillery fire, the Norsca army was in chaos like a herd of outlaw beasts. In order to flee and trample on each other, more soldiers fell at the feet of their own people than they died in battle.

And those Imperial soldiers who did not know what to do and dared to stand in front of the crowd to prevent the barbarians from fleeing, were all crushed into pulp......

"Hand gunner!"

Rhodes shouted.

Those battlefield officers had thoroughly understood what the northern lord meant, and they would create chaos and do everything possible to create even greater chaos. Although the hand cannon was not very accurate, the loud sound of gunpowder would increase the confusion of the Norskas.

Sure enough, under the command of Rhodes and numerous field officers, the Imperial soldiers sprinkled all their bullets and shells on the Rick River beach, which looked like a slaughterhouse.

The Norscans on horseback even ignored their own kind, and rode their horses through the crowd, and countless tribal warriors fell under the hooves of their horses.

And the Norscans, who managed to make it to the river, were not so lucky, with tens of thousands of people vying for less than a hundred longboats. That's the equivalent of only one out of ten people who can get on board, and that's not counting the ships that were sunk by the Imperial Navy during their escape...... As a result, the scramble for the remaining ships turned into an even more brutal battle.

Former comrades-in-arms and companions beat and slaughtered each other, and the Gnoscan soldiers who boarded the ship kicked their fellow citizens off the ship as if they were protecting their own property, while those who could not board the ship were even more annoyed, and even shot their fellow citizens with spears in their hands.

The tribal chieftain tried to calm the mood of the crowd, but the imperial artillery kept firing in the rear, and the loud noise completely drowned out the shouts of the chiefs and elders. He could only watch his own people kill each other in the land of the alien race.

Suddenly, the whistling of cannonballs sounded, and a longship that was rowing was pierced by solid bullets, debris flew and screamed, and sea water poured in through the cracked hull, and in less than ten minutes, all the Norsca soldiers on board were soaked in the sea. And around, it's a faint red. It was the blood of a fellow citizen whose head had been shattered by a cannonball.

The horrific scene intensified the panic among the remaining soldiers.

"Keep firing!"

Rod shouted. Although he is not a commander, here he has become a real battlefield commander. Even more prestigious than those Imperial officers. Because, the turning point of the whole battle happened to this outsider.

In the dense sound of gunfire, the Norscans kept falling. The stretch from the wide expanse outside Marienburg to the banks of the river was almost the road of death for the Norscans. Dense barbarian corpses lay all over the muddy earth. The blood-stained Rick River sings a mournful elegy.

......

"Hold on!"

On the other side of the battlefield, under Fort Marien, the commander of the city shouted loudly.

The defense line formed by the militia was crumbling under the onslaught of the Norsca Blood God warriors, and even the sacrifice of ten militiamen could not prevent a single barbarian berserker from breaking through. They had no armor, but their bodies were stronger than those of the bulls. Horritably, the infantry line of Fort Marion was already showing signs of collapse. It's not that there are too many attritions, it's that the psychological defenses of the soldiers have collapsed.

Not even bullets or spears could stop the beasts from attacking, and humanity was helpless.

"Open the gates!"

"No, wait!"

The officers defending the city argued fiercely.

At this moment, the footsteps of the Imperial Legion could be heard in the distance, and the dust was flying.

The soldiers of Fort Marion knew that reinforcements had finally arrived......

And the leader of this support to the Salvation Legion was not Theodoric, the leader of the Nord Lord, nor Maximian, the leader of the Oster Lord, but a plainly dressed and bloodied northern lord - Rod Lawn.

The fighters voluntarily followed him. Amid the deafening sound of gunfire, the infantry followed the great lord of the north with a determined advance. In a flash of lightning, the first Norscan Blood God warrior was knocked out, followed by the second, and the third......

Under the astonished gaze of all the Norsca Blood God warriors, Rhodes continued to move forward with a determined step.

A bloodthirsty barbarian berserker rushed towards him, but the bloodthirsty and frenzied slam was easily stopped by the great sword in Rhodes' hand. In the dazzling white light, Rhodes deflected the blade of his sword and pushed the raging barbarian warrior back. When he rushed up again, the greatsword had already taken the lead, stabbing out from the right side, piercing through the body of the Blood God warrior.

The gushing blood stimulated the berserker, and he wanted to get up, but he was pressed to the ground by Rhodes, holding the dragon's tooth sword with one hand, Rhodes pulled out the thunder battle axe on his back, and at this moment, the aura of blood was reflected on Rhodes' face. I saw that the barbarian warrior looked adoring, and then his head was directly chopped off......

Behind him, the morale of the Imperial soldiers was greatly boosted.

They shouted the name of Rhodes.

Although several Electors frowned, they had to admit that this lord from a foreign country had won the trust and recognition of the soldiers.

At sunset, the blood-stained plains were littered with the corpses of the Norscan invaders. The strong smell of blood attracts vultures and hyenas. Waiting for the human soldiers to clear the battlefield and get a piece of the pie.

......

"His prestige is too high. That's not a good thing for us......"

At the rear of the battlefield, Theodoric, the Elector of Nord, who was riding on a high war horse, whispered.

From the end of the battle to the present, his eyes have never taken off Rhodes. He saw the warriors surrounding Rhodes and saw him as the god of war. Countless cheers and adoration surrounded him. And several generals of the empire were left out in the cold.

"A good thing or a bad thing, sometimes it's just a thought. My friend. Maximian narrowed his eyes and replied in a low voice. "If you see him as an alien, then he's a threat. If you consider him an ally, then he would be a good partner. ”

"You're too confident in him. ”

Theodoric snorted disdainfully.

"One day, you have to go to their country, their land. Rhodes rebuilding the Great Wall. There is no better person than him to guard our northern defenses. In the event of a Chaos invasion, Kislev will be our first line of defense, and if one day there is a Chaos invasion, I would like him to be more prestigious than it is today. ”

Maximian said meaningfully.

"The story of 200 years ago is just a legend, who will take it seriously. ”

Theodoric still hummed disdainfully.