"So you need to take the opportunity to replenish some energy, and of course, we need it too. The citizens of Tyril will die with dignity even if they die, but no enemy can defeat the well-fed citizens of Tyrill. ”

Jerome laughed happily, dragged a piece of steamed, fragrant ham from another pocket around his waist and handed it to Marshall, then took out a piece of it himself and ate it in large gulps. The ham was steamed in the morning by the chef of the army in Tubaro, a small and wealthy city-state that was particular about its diet.

In fact, the Tyrir Confederation, located on the hot peninsula in the southern part of the Empire, was a vassal of the Empire, recognizing the supremacy of the Holy Emperor and accepting the title conferred by the Emperor. In reality, however, their domestic system was very different from that of the imperial electors. Most of these small federal states were republics or autonomous cities, with no hereditary earls or princes, only elected consuls or governors. All the citizens of each city-state were called citizens, and the power was greater than that of the council than the leader who was called a consul or governor.

Nominally, Tubaro was somewhat different from the other Tyrir states in that it was not a republic, but a small principality with a prince as the head of the country. In reality, however, Tubaro's system is not very different from that of other republics, and his city citizens' assemblies are the highest administrative and legal bodies. The prince was also a military chief and ceremonial monarch with no executive power, and was divided into several large branch families, often competing for the throne through fierce elections and competitions. It's not a world where one family can dominate.

So, for the Tubaroros, the Parliamentary Guard is their most elite force, and half of the current Tubaro army is made up of that Parliamentary Guard. In fact, the 1,000-strong Tubaro Parliamentary Guard dispatched 400 men in this holy war, which was a big deal. In comparison, the Principality's army of 8,000 men sent 360 selected warriors, and the three branches of the prince's family sent another 18 warriors, a much smaller proportion. However, these warriors are also carefully selected soldiers, and their combat effectiveness is not much worse than that of the City Guard, not to mention that they also have a powerful mid-level metal battle mage among them.

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Just as Marshall's phalanx on the southern flank temporarily entered the brief calm of the war, the Kislev Battalion array on the north side of the coalition position had turned into a boiling boiler of flesh and blood. Nine times out of ten, the four-wheeled chariot in front of it burst into flames, and there were constant violent explosions, flames and smoke. And the huge black figure and the large cavalry mixed in with it, screams, roars, mixed with the roars of wild beasts and fierce gunfire, like a smoke-filled sulphur hell.

In fact, under the first two waves of the Chaos Cavalry offensive, the position of the Kislev chariot camp was once as firmly guarded. Dozens of four-wheeled chariots surrounded by one-and-a-half-inch thick oak planks lined up in a line, connected by sturdy iron chains, like a small moving city. Hundreds of muzzles and crossbows protruded from the holes, repeatedly spitting out a rain of lead bullets and bolts, knocking swaths of Chaos Light Riders to the ground. A large number of melee infantry armed with halberds, spears, and broadswords hid behind the chariots, ready to deliver ferocious blows to the Chaos Infantry who tried to climb over the chains.

The excellent defence was so perfect, and the effective support of the artillery fire from the center line formed an almost impregnable position in the field city of this car battalion. After two fierce battles, the defenders in the position suffered few decent casualties, while the Chaos cavalry left behind hundreds of horse corpses and retreated in a hurry with the corpses of their fallen comrades. This caused an earth-shattering cheer from the chariot camp, and the Chaos cavalry were all angry.

But things always change unexpectedly, and the third wave of the Chaos Army's offensive was soon launched. The vast crowd of light horsemen pulled the branches behind their backs and roared in smoke, the snow and smoke they kicked up were almost invisible to the sun, and the short-barreled brass cannons and muskets on the chariot positions could only fire chaotically. The problem, however, was that the light cavalry was repeatedly circling in a very dispersed formation at a distance of 100 paces, and making a massive detour to the northern flank of the camp. Their distance exceeded the effective range of the smoothbore guns, wasting a lot of ammunition and irritating the soldiers who could not see the results of the battle.

Successive victories and insignificant losses carried away the commanders of this battalion. The mid-level Ice Mage gave up his hold and confidently summoned his massive Ice Bear Spirit, leading three hundred Ugol cavalry to swarm out and swoop down on the fly-like Chaos Light Horseman. The red Kislev Twin Bears flag flew at the front of them, as if to herald victory.

Unfortunately, however, this light rider was just a front to attract attention, and it was the war beasts and trolls led by the Chaos Witch Alessa who really delivered the fatal blow. These huge monsters approached stealthily in the smoke and dust kicked up by the cavalry, and then suddenly launched a ferocious counterattack, like a wild bull rushing into the panicked crowd. The purple serpent of Slaanesh's magic marched side by side with the flames, tearing through the trail of flesh in the ranks of the Ugol cavalry.

The four-meter-tall troll threw the entire horse violently, and the hundreds of pounds of black iron mace beat the cavalry like stones. The terrifying Chaos Hounds were also mixed in with their frenzied pounces and bites, and the blood mist that exploded when they exploded carried the breath of death. After a futile and tragic resistance, most of the Ugoles collapsed under the attack of the beast army and the Chaos Cavalry, and fled in panic.

But the valiant Ice Mage of Kislev and his Spirit Bear still sacrificed their lives to kill in the midst of the Chaos Herd, and his Red Bear banner rained blood everywhere it pointed. Two trolls and several war rhinos were knocked down by his cold frost battle axe, and the swarming Chaos cavalry was also killed and wounded by Spirit Bear's roar. But the dense Slaanesh demon fire repeatedly struck him, and finally broke through his defensive barrier, and Alesha's Chaos Halberd stabbed into his neck, and the bear spirit, which had lost its owner, also collapsed into shards of ice and snow. His head was waved in the hands of the muscular Chaos Witch, and his flag was thrown at the front of the camp to show the might of Chaos.

Amid the cheers of hundreds of Chaos cavalry, six Chaos trolls and twelve woolly rhinoceros let out terrifying war cries and toppled seven or eight wagons with a torrential rain of buckshot, opening a huge gap in the front of the phalanx. They and their handlers roared in, throwing the infantry and cavalry like puppets. The Chaos Cavalry also seized the opportunity to swarm in, shooting a rain of arrows of death, brandishing scimitars and spears, and seeing that the camp on the northern flank was about to completely collapse.

But a brave junior officer in Kislev changed all that, and already mortally wounded, he looked at the swarming Chaos cavalry around him, and without hesitation, lit the powder keg on the tattered chariot. With a loud bang, smoke rose from the fire, and the Chaos Cavalry and Chaos Hound either fell in the smoke and shrapnel, or fled in embarrassment. The rhinos went crazy for the most part, and even the trolls had three of them lit into torches, brandishing maces and attacking indiscriminately, their screams of fear almost tearing apart people's eardrums.

However, the magnificent scene soon grew larger, and the flames set fire to almost all the twenty chariots on the front of the Che Battalion's defense. Flames and explosions followed, and the entire northern flank burned like a volcano. The soldiers on both sides were heavily wounded, and the frenzied Chaos Woolly Rhinoceros trampled on them without discrimination, occasionally biting an unlucky egg with sharp teeth to vent the pain of burning themselves. The trolls came to their senses under the magical onslaught of the Chaos Maiden and the Beast Tamer, dodging the flames and continuing their roundabout assault on the flanks of the volcanic phalanx.

Because of the cover of the baggage team, these phalanxes were not hollow, and there were many baggage wagons stuffed inside, which became the best cover for the defenders. They fought with their lives, muskets, crossbows, halberds, and flasks of flame striking the trolls and cavalry of Chaos. The coachmen, the servants, and even the prostitutes and peddlers of the army were all fanatically taking up all the weapons at their disposal to fight it. There is no way to retreat and escape on this snowy battlefield thousands of miles away from home, and no one wants to become the rations and dung of the Chaos Beast in vain. Even if it is death, it is the dignity of people who must die!

But their resistance was powerless against the reorganized trolls and cavalry. Wagons were toppled and human heads and stumps flew in flames, and the battalion was already devoid of many infantry, and with heavy casualties under the onslaught of Chaos, the resistance of non-combatants was limited. Only the more than 100 mercenaries led by the illegitimate son of the Elector of Navaran could still fight in a relatively organized manner, but they were also overwhelmed by the onslaught of beasts and cavalry, and they were about to be unable to support it.

"The tenacity of these unbelievers is beyond my imagination. But that's fine, it's more valuable to perform sacrifices on the battlefield than to cut off cowardly captives after battle. The more tenacious the warrior, the heavier the weight of his blood offered to the Most Beautiful God. My herd and my halberd can defeat powerful enemies, and I don't like those who can only do boring things. ”

Kugan is a thousand people long, and the mid-rank beast-type Chaos Witch Alessa raised her thorny double-strand halberd spear and swung it twice in the air, then held her cheek with her hand, watching the tragic scene with interest, the head of the Kislev war mage was hung around her waist, and a smile of victory appeared on her beautiful cheeks.

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