"May the glory of the Emperor bless the valiant warriors, and may the wrath of the Emperor burn the filthy chaos!"

Two majestic Sigmar Battle Priests wielded their forty-pound steel long-handled warhammers and let out earth-shattering battle cries as they slashed into the Chaos Array. They were all bareheaded, dressed in shiny full-body armor with red trims, and on their chests hung a thick parchment book of the Word with a silver chain, and glittering runes of the Word of Sigma jumped on the brown book skin trimmed with silver trim. The crimson light swirled with their hammers, unleashing the flesh of the Chaos Cavalry like a canvas.

These two valiant battle priests inspired the hearts of all pilgrims and swordsmen, who roared in unison and fought their way through the smoke and snow of the battlefield. Their swords slashed into the legs of their horses, and their flails danced like a whirlwind to knock them off their horses, fighting as fiercely as lions. They fanatically pursued the fleeing Kugan light cavalry, and gradually distanced themselves from their own formation.

"The swordsmen and pilgrims are pursuing a little farther, which will give the enemy a chance. Signal them back!"

Old Loren suddenly furrowed his eyebrows, and his voice carried a solemn force. The majestic knight of the red-armored black horse took two steps forward and drew his blood-colored greatsword, and the tall black horse, who felt his master's fighting spirit, also neighed with joy, and its huge hooves trampled on the earth.

Almost as soon as Old Loren issued the warning, the signal flag in the central phalanx also waved a few times eagerly, along with the loud and rapid sound of trumpets and the shouts of officers. The commander of the central phalanx is not a fool, he understands the meaning of advance and retreat. In fact, the commander of this phalanx was the Baron of Nastillan, a high-ranking knight and god, and a veteran officer with more than ten years of war experience. But in the fierce battle just now, he and his guards archers were in the phalanx, and they did not see any outstanding performance.

"Swordsmen, retreat to the phalanx!musketeers, array!cavalry, advance!"

Military orders are urgent, but the reaction takes time. The swordsmen understood the meaning of this order, and they quickly stopped and began to retreat. But the other group did not do so, because the pilgrims were not really soldiers, and they were very difficult to control.

"O Holy Sigmar, O High God-Emperor, may thy name be holy, and thy word be done on earth!"

Sigmar Warlord's eyes burned with fire, and the pilgrims echoed with a frenzied cry. Dressed in short black robes with the Holy Cross of Sigmar, and with a variety of armor and weapons, the warriors were in a state of complete rage and intoxication, completely unincapable of the sound of trumpets and the restraint of military orders. The rout of the Chaos Kugans exhilarated them, causing them to rush even more frantically into the billowing snow and smoke.

"Blessed be the Emperor, the two valiant Holy Battle Priests and the noble pilgrim ascetics are from the area of the autonomous commercial metropolis of Mariaburg in the west, and they have no experience in fighting the cunning nomadic Kugans. Your Highness Hyde, please let me bring fifty cavalry to meet them!

The cheetah knight Marshall raised his spear and galloped forward, the tall red-haired knight with an anxious look on his face. Marshall was a man who had seen the world, had experienced the epic and tragic ambush battles in the Ugolan Valley, and was well aware of the tactics of Chaos, so he was also very anxious. Although his own combat strength is average, he is a good hand at grasping the battle situation and situation.

"I'll go with you!"

It was Hyde's short voice, and he couldn't hold it anymore. Theoretically, although this young god is the temporary captain of the "Fourth Death Brigade", because the specific command of the southern flank phalanx is currently handed over to Cicero by the old Loren, and the artillery is also directly under the wing headquarters, the troops he can manage are only more than 200 cavalry around him. Of course, he will not take all the cavalry, because the responsibility of the reserve is still very important.

"Your Excellency Loren, I will take Marshall and Tenan and other sixty cavalry to meet the battlefield on the middle line, please continue to stay here with the main cavalry, that's it!"

Hyde's movements were faster than his voice. He saluted old Loren with a lightning salute, and then immediately spurred his horse and spear high to run towards the smoke-filled battlefield ahead. Frey rode his horse to his side, while Tenan and Marshall distanced themselves, their horses galloping to the left and right, and more than sixty horsemen galloping behind, their swords and spears shining in the sun.

But in a sense, it was too late for them to attack, because the Chaos Army would not let go of any opportunity. Almost at the same time as Hyde and the others attacked, a large number of heavily armored Chaos Lancers suddenly roared like lightning from the dense snow dust and smoke, and slammed into the chaotic pilgrim procession like a terrible giant axe, setting off a rain of blood and screams!

Horses' hooves trampled heads, spears pierced bodies, maces unleashed a storm of death, and skull-adorned sentry flags screeched in the wind. The power of the heavily armored cavalry was terrifying, and in just a moment of impact, hundreds of pilgrims were trampled down, picked to death, and even crashed into the air! If the plain left the array and fortifications, it was death, and the pilgrims wrote this bitter lesson again with their blood.

But the fanatical pilgrims were hardly to admit defeat, and they furiously shouted battle horns, and almost in vain brandished flails and tomahawks rushed towards the rolling armored horsemen. Some stooped down and slashed the legs of their horses, some gave up their lives to grab the spears that had stabbed them, and some tried to jump on their horses even more frantically, but all this was ineffective in front of the wall of armored horsemen that rushed neatly! The whistling spears pierced them in pieces, the armored bodies knocked them down, the heavy shoes trampled on their bodies, the bones were broken, the flesh was splattered, and the roar and wail were a terrible mixture.

Closing the brief encounter were the retreating Kugan light cavalry, who retreated at one point, despite heavy casualties under the guns. But the purple Chaos Magic Serpent shot from behind them cheered them up again, and let out a frenzied cry like a blast of wind to the side of the ranks of bitter pilgrims. Their rain of arrows knocked swaths of ascetics to the ground, their sabers and spears scattering bloody flowers through the chaotic crowd. This terrible back blow completely shattered the will of the pilgrims, who completely collapsed, and scattered in disarray and artillery positions.

"Damn, they blocked the range of our artillery, are you going to shoot?"

Trius waved the saber in his hand fiercely, and couldn't help but curse. The second wave of shotguns at each gun position had already been loaded, but how could they be fired in this situation? Could it be possible to shoot the holy Sigmar ascetics? This is an unimaginable taboo, although most of these cannons are soldiers of the Duchy of Tubaro, not followers of Sigma, but rat throwers are unavoidable.

"Well...... Don't fire yet, I'll go support them!"

Catherine bit her lip, and beads of sweat broke out on her forehead. After a moment of silence, the red-haired princess shook her long hair, drew her sword, and was about to rush towards the chaotic clouds of smoke and the crowd ahead. The golden wheel of light swirled around her delicate armor, giving the beautiful, scantily clad girl a divine hue.

"Failure to obey orders has violated the sacred code of military law, and to flee in front of the enemy is to lose all identity and qualifications. The cowards who have abandoned the Holy Priest and fled are no longer the ascetics of the God Emperor, and I authorize you to punish the cowards and the enemy with lead bullets and flames!

A low, majestic voice rang out, an unfamiliar voice, and the surprised red-haired girl stopped her steps and hurriedly looked back behind.

"I am the captain of the 1st Brigade and the deputy commander of the wing, and Your Excellency the General has authorized me to make the decisions I deserve. His Royal Highness Hyde and Her Royal Highness the Princess of Tubaro, you don't need to sympathize with the cowards who have lost their dignity, shoot!"

There was no room for question, the voice was owned by a knight in black armor and a bow, white eagle wings flapping on the top of his helmet, and a skeletal mask pulled to his forehead inlaid with glittering obsidian. Twenty similarly dressed black-armored knights stood behind him with bows, angry eyes burning beneath the masks of skeletons and ravens.

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