This man was none other than the current Pilgrims' direct prefect, the High Raven Knight, the Divine Servant of Mor, the Baron Fischer of the Duchy of Steelland! The gunners did not dare to disobey this stern order any longer, and leaned down one after another to set fire to the cannon door. In the midst of a loud explosion, a series of white clouds of smoke rose up, and dense shotguns rained down on the chaotic crowd ahead.

This salvo was very timely, as the large crowd of Kugan light horsemen, in pursuit of the pilgrims, had once again charged to the rejection of the horses in front of the artillery emplacement. They roared, brandished their scimitars, fired their bows and arrows, and rushed at the horses, some of whom had already jumped from the woods, and were almost about to rush under the muzzles. The leather-clad riders were so close that they could clearly smell the intense stench of their bodies.

The deformed ascetics and Kugan hussars fell in pieces, their bodies tore apart with the blazing shrapnel and hurled flesh, brains, fur, and broken weapons in all directions. The crowd at the front was almost swept away by the rain of fire pouring down from this zero distance, and the screams of men and horses tore at their eardrums. The remnants of the ascetics fled in both directions, and the Kugan light cavalry followed them in a hurry, so that only a thick cloud of sulphurous smoke and dancing snow dust remained in front of the artillery emplacement, mixed with patches of corpses and spasms of the dying.

"It's so miserable! how can you ......"

Hyde, who galloped past from the flank of the artillery position, couldn't help but sigh with emotion, and the tragic scene of the friendly troops and the enemy bombarding together hit his heart.

"There is no way around it, we can't save the cowards who blaspheme the name of the ascetic of the God Emperor, they are killing themselves. But the priest and a few true warriors are still fighting ahead, and we need to rescue them as soon as possible. ”

Marshall furrowed his eyebrows and pointed his spear at the red glow that loomed in the smoke, the glow of Sigmar's divine power. A small group of Kugan ironclad cavalry surrounded the red light and fired fierce arrows, and the frenzied sound of the holy horn echoed there, and it was the only few of the three hundred ascetics who rushed out.

"Okay, let's move on!"

Hyde's voice was short, and he rushed to the battlefield in the smoke with his spear in his hand, the bright tricolor seal of arms rising from behind him like shining wings. The cavalry that followed him also shouted in unison, and dozens of spears shone in the light of the Holy Seal.

"O Divine Sigmar, Immortal God-Emperor, let me burn my tiny body and offer you my last loyalty!"

A young Sigma Battle Priest let out a thunderous roar, wielding a divine warhammer that glowed redwards to block the rain of arrows. He was a tall man, about twenty-one or twelve years old, covered in blood and wounds, and his angry eyes almost burst into flames. There were only a dozen or so equally scarred ascetics left by his side, his armor in tatters, half of his shoulder armor had been torn off, and his body was covered with arrows like hedgehogs.

Large bodies were piled at their feet, mostly those of ascetics, including another older combat priest. But there were also many human and horse corpses of the Kugan people, and there were even five or six corpses of the Kugan ironclad lancers, some of whom had their thighs broken, some of whom had their breastbones shattered, and the broken spears were stuck in the pile of corpses. It was the result of the desperate battle of two warriors and ascetics, and the priests of Sigmar often burst out with incredible power in the face of adversity.

About twenty Kugan ironclad lancers surrounded the last pilgrims, shooting arrows, keeping a distance to avoid close combat. In the fierce battle just now, several of their comrades, including men and horses, died under the hammer of the furious warlord, much to the surprise of these arrogant Kugan warriors. The armored cavalry of the brigade had shifted their aim to attack the phalanx on the left and right flanks, and only a few of them were left to annihilate the remnants of the reckless enemy. The Kugans are shrewd warriors and don't like to trade at a loss, so destroying the enemy with a bow and arrow from a safe distance is the best option.

Arrows rained down, and one by one the ascetics fell, struggling to chant the last verses in their mouths. They were the bravest and most warlike of the pilgrims, and they did not flee even under the destructive attack of the Chaos Cavalry, but they were still powerless to be knocked down in the face of the rain of armor-piercing arrows fired at close range. The ascetics did not carry shields, nor did they have good armor, and they were really vulnerable to bows and arrows. In fact, even a spearmen in cuirass or even a heavily armored swordsman could hardly defend against the armor-piercing cones fired from a compound bow at a distance of thirty meters, and they had done it well.

"Let me follow your heroic soul, my teacher!"

The bloody Sigma Warlord glanced at the old priest beside him who had been impaled by several broken spears, and tears suddenly flowed from his bloodshot eyes. He gave up on parrying the arrows, rattled his teeth, and slammed his crimson hammer at the iron-clad Chaos cavalry, like an angry bull. But several arrows shot at his forearms and thighs in quick succession, piercing the plate armor and splattering blood, and the furious battle priest seemed to be at the end of his life.

Suddenly a thunderous cry changed all this, and with it came a storm of spears and swords! Sixty Ugol spearmen and sinners roared and struck the flanks of the Kugangar horsemen, causing a rain of blood and the neighing of their horses. At the forefront was the blonde-haired Divine Favor Hyde, who shone with the light and shadow of the Valkyrie's Sacred Seal wherever he passed.

Lightning-fast spears pierced the steel's fishscale armor with great impact, knocking tall horses to the ground, and heavy maces swung wildly to smash the spired helmets into scrap metal. Almost instantly, the Kugan cavalry, which had no time to react, was completely routed, leaving only three or four wounded cavalry to flee in confusion.

The last pilgrims were saved, and they shouted in ecstasy, but the tall battle priest supported himself with his warhammer and fell to his knees unconscious. His body had been shot like a hedgehog, blood was pouring out, and only his lips were still fanning slightly. In the bloody battle just now, the young priest had done his best, and now he was lucky to be alive.

"Frey, use your natural magic to keep this priest alive, and take six horsemen with you and send them back to their camp. I took Marshall, Tenan and them to support our right flank. There was dust and smoke, shouting to kill the heavens, and I don't know how His Excellency Cicero responded. ”

Hyde waved the spear in his hand and gave Frey the safer mission. After two failed assaults on the central phalanx, the Chaos cavalry split off on both flanks and diverted their attacks. They swirled and galloped, arrows rained down, one would attack the coalition cavalry, the other would charge the coalition phalanx, especially at the right flank phalanx that Cicero was in charge of. In the distance, the smoke was filled, the snow and dust were flying, and it was impossible to see what the Chaos Formation was doing. He will not make the mistake of underestimating the enemy in the past.

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