"It seems that Lord Rhodes is telling the truth, the Norscan pirates are here again. ”

In the northern battlefield, the battle was fierce, and in the south, on the coast of Fort Blackhammer, the two Erengrad gunboats ordered to go to the mouth of the Winter Spring River also encountered a large number of Norscan invaders. They probably had two dozen ships, but instead of gunboats, they were marauder longships.

The gunboat captain Marc Clany could not help but rejoice in the admiral's decision. More than two dozen longships are nothing more than ants for the regular navy of Erlengrad, but for the Black Hammer Fortress, which has no naval strength, it is a catastrophe. Fortunately, they arrived here in time.

The Norscans apparently did not expect that two regular naval warships armed with heavy artillery would be parked at the mouth of the sea. However, they were commanded to come, and they could only move forward, not backward. Braving the fire of the cannons, twenty-five marauder ships of the Hague tribe braved the wind and waves and rushed towards the two tall Kislev warships.

In an instant, in the cabin, a fire lit up on the deck, and a dozen solid bullets flew in the direction from which the barbarians were coming.

With the whistling sound of cannonballs piercing the sky, more than a dozen shells exploded in the waters where the Norska longship was located. Two of the shells even directly sank two Marauder longships. The hard keel was directly smashed through by the roaring projectile, and the whole ship was broken in two, like two seesaws, and the bow and stern of the ship were erected and slowly submerged into the water. Leaving behind a pool of blood and a dozen Norscan pirates who narrowly escaped.

They paddled the surface of the sea, grasping for everything that floated.

But soon, a second round of shelling followed.

"Feel the smell of steel and fire!"

Captain Marclani shouted. In the billowing smoke, chain-chained projectiles flew out of the barrel of the cannon at high speed, and two projectiles tied together glided through the air with a terrible whistling sound. Two more Gnoscan Marauder longships were hit, and the chain bullets slashed off the heads of almost everyone on board! Blood spurted out like a fountain. In the end, the longship's mast was directly broken, and the huge sail was covered, and the white canvas was dyed blood-red......

This time, there was no screaming. Because the entire ship died almost instantly.

This is not a competition at the same level. After two rounds of shelling, the leader of the marauders finally couldn't bear the huge casualties and ordered the troops to retreat.

They can approach Kislev's warship, get on board through the overboard, and rob the ship in close combat. However, the leader of the Hague fleet knew that by the time they approached Lady Kesley's ship, two-thirds of them would probably die. At that time, even if it was manpower, it was not enough.

In desperation, he had no choice but to retreat.

However, the high-performance gunboats of Kislev would not have spared the northern invaders. They have been fighting for hundreds of years, and they have long regarded their opponents as mortal enemies.

Captain Markrani immediately gave the order, hoisted the sails, and pursued.

The inhabitants of Fort Blackhammer did not see the naval battle, not even the roaring sound of artillery fire. The area of the naval battle was too far away from them. Many are even wondering if this war really happened?

...... 180

On the northern battlefield, north of the Dark Forest, tens of thousands of Norscans slaughtered in an encirclement. They struggled, but to no avail. All resistance is only delaying death.

Unless they surrender, the Northern Coalition will spare their lives. But for the followers of the Blood God, there is no word for surrender. And for the Norsca infantry who were not sadistic believers, surrender was no easy task. They knew how Mrs. Keighrie treated the Norsca prisoners of war, who, like slaves, would live a life of undignified torture. Therefore, it is better to fight to the death than to surrender.

However, in the face of a rainstorm of bows and spears, resistance was in vain. The soldiers of the Kislev coalition formed a dense spear phalanx, and little by little, the axes and swords could not cut the people behind the big shields, while the hedgehog-like spears kept piercing. The corpses were piled up higher and higher, and even the living were buried.

The only access was to the north, where twelve grizzly bears and bear riders were standing in a mountain of corpses slaughtering the fleeing Norscans. Standing on a pile of corpses, they attacked condescendingly, using war hammers and heavy axes, to kill every Norsca infantry who tried to flee the battlefield, pushing them down a mountain of corpses......

Rampaging sadistic believers rush to the top of the Mountain of Corpses, where the bravery of the bear rider mingles with the fury of the blood warriors. Sibeth smashed a dreadful warrior with a hammer, however, his Icewolf almost bit Sibez's arm, only to see that at the critical moment, Sibez's grizzly partner rushed over and slapped the Icewolf's spine. There was a crunch of bones breaking, and the wolf whimpered and collapsed on top of the pile of corpses.

However, the Kislev warriors on the other side were not so lucky, a soldier at the Watchweek was bitten by the Icewolf on the arm when he stabbed at the Warrior, and the huge Icewolf bit down violently, its fangs broke the bone, and ripped off along with the green tendons and flesh, and the Watchberg infantry screamed, but was locked by the Warrior of Torture. The black-clad lifted him up, and with a razor-sharp tomahawk severed the other arm of the Watchweek warrior, he threw it on the corpse, chopping him in half with an axe......

From time to time, one or two living people poked their heads out of the pile of corpses, trying to get some fresh air, only to be quickly buried by new corpses.

The brutality of the battle was like hell on earth, and a lot of blood and water continued to pour on this hill of corpses.

The massacre lasted all day, and when fifteen thousand Norsca soldiers were slaughtered, a heap of small hills appeared in the snow, which were densely packed with corpses......

Walking on the bloody battlefield, Rhodes saw the corpses, most mutilated. Some only showed an arm, and the body and head were long gone. Yes, the corpse is still intact, and there is no separation of the corpse, but it is full of holes. Some of them looked like they had been hit by shells, and their bodies were broken into several pieces, and the gaps were uneven, as if they had been torn apart by force. Others were directly impaled through the body by an ice pick...... Rhodes knew it was Caroline's frost spell.

"After this battle, it is estimated that the Norsca tribes in the north will not go south for a long time. ”

Caroline, draped in a blue battle cloak, walked up behind Rhodes and sighed. Throughout the battle, although she didn't cast many spells in the battle, she contributed to the construction of the ice wall.

"No, it's not that they're going south, it's that we're going north. ”

The cold wind mixed with the smell of blood came to his face, and Rod turned his head to look at his wife's beautiful face, and said calmly.

"What do you mean?"

Caroline didn't figure it out for a moment.

"Yes, going north. Take advantage of their defeat and lack of strength, and go north to occupy their towns and villages, who says that only the Norscans are marauders?" Rhodes smiled, his eyes as fierce as beasts.