"You have to use artillery, shoot them back!"

"No, wait. ”

On the flagship deck, Maximian squinted his eyes at the land battlefield ahead. As the battle progressed, he had seen where the battle was going. Yes, that guest from a foreign land will change the course of the whole battle.

On the shore, the warriors of the Ostling, Ostmark, and Nord all gathered. Walk slowly on the blood-soaked river.

"What are you waiting for?!"

"Bull warriors, follow me, charge!"

Immediately, Auster Bull Guard captain Volmir drew his sword and shouted loudly.

The three hundred Auster bull warriors burst out with the strongest roar in an instant. The legion is advancing, but in front of it, it is still Rhodes's performance. Between the lightning and thunder, one by one the Norsca warriors were flesh and blood, feeling the divine power that was constantly gushing out in their bodies, Rhodes swung his greatsword forward, and the burning giant sword drew an arc of death in the air, and in the fan-shaped area, at least a dozen barbarian warriors were cut off limbs. Screams echoed across the battlefield, and the blood of barbarian soldiers watered the land of the empire.

Roar......

The power of the fanaticism could not be suppressed, Rhodes roared, the dragon's tooth sword slashed forward, and a barbarian cavalry rushed on horseback, but the war horse was cut off its forefoot, and the barbarian cavalry fell forward in an exclamation. The man flipped on his back, and before he could get up, the Great Lord of Kislev had already rushed in front of him, and the great sword stabbed him in the chest.

Holding the blood-drenched sword, Rhodes spun wildly through the crowd, with the constantly flying battle axes, one man comparable to an army. Keep the Empire's front forward.

A bloodthirsty Icewolf tried to attack Rhodes from behind, but Rhodes took advantage of the situation and turned around, and the great sword was extremely accurate, and a sword stabbed into the head of the Icewolf. The bloodthirsty ice wolf didn't even have time to struggle, and he died at the hands of this "wild man".

Stepping on the corpse of the dead ice wolf, Rhodes pulled out his big sword fiercely, rushed to the next one, and the flying axe of the barbarian warrior flew head-on, which was flexibly dodged by Rhodes, like a fierce tiger, and in the next second, Rhodes had already held the barbarian's neck, and his fingers contracted violently, choking the throat of the barbarian soldier.

Blood gushed out, and the terrifying image once again stopped the remaining Norsca soldiers. They can't tell who is the real butcher......

At this moment, a deafening artillery bombardment was heard in the rear of the battlefield. The gates of Fort Marion were wide open, and for the first time, heavily armed firearms units stepped out from behind the walls. At the same time, a dense burst of gunfire rang out on the three-tiered walls of Marienburg. It was the sound of hundreds of musketeers firing at the same time.

A volley of guns fired from the platoon, instantly bringing down the Norscan infantry in the front row.

"Onward, long live Marienburg. ”

The musketeer captain gave a firm order.

Gunsmoke fills the air, dense bullets are discharged, and steel and gunpowder are faith. For the first time, the defenders of Fort Marion were so confident. Viewed from the air, the defenders of the Imperial Northern Legion and Fort Marien, though small, continued to advance towards the huge barbarian army, squeezing this scattered but large barbarian army.

"Aim!"

"Fire!"

Dazzling firelight flickered from the thick smoke of gunpowder, and the gunpowder pushed the bullets out, forming a dense barrage. The Norsca Marauders who rushed to the front row had few survivors.

At the same time, scattered grenades were being sent out from behind the city walls, like meteorites falling from the sky, constantly falling into the positions of the barbarian army.

Bullets pierced through the human body, shells fell to the ground, fragments flew indiscriminately, and the entire barbarian army's position was covered with blood, and corpses were covered all over the ground.

A large number of Norscan infantry began to run towards the shore, as there were still scattered boats, which were their only hope of escaping.

However, the Norsca warriors who had already killed the red eyes did not pay any attention to the huge casualties of their own side, and still rushed forward with their axes in a rage. The frontal lethality of the gunpowder unit is amazing, but it has a fatal flaw - the reloading speed is very slow, which is a hard wound that cannot be repaired.

Taking advantage of the time for the defenders of Fort Marion to reload, the Norscan berserkers swarmed with a roar.

Throwing axes and spears sliced through the air, and even with heavy armor, the lethality of these cold weapons was not to be underestimated, and the scattered defenders of Fort Marion fell in the long-range blows of the barbarian warriors. The musketeers in the back row quickly moved forward to make up for the gap where their comrades fell.

Soon, a second volley of muskets was issued. The Norsca warriors who had rushed to the front fell again. However, this time, the bloodthirsty barbarian warriors were no longer afraid and no longer flinching. Trampling on the shattered corpses of their companions, the Blood God warriors roared and charged.

The red-eyed Icewolf ran wildly, and the defenders of Fort Marion who had left the city began to regret it, but it was too late. They can only bite the bullet.

In the dust, the Norsca warriors rushed up with a roar.

At the last distance, it was impossible to reload and shoot again, and the defenders of Fort Marion could only draw their secondary weapons and face the battle.

The Blood God warriors were few and far between, but they were fierce, and the defenders of Fort Marion were in despair.

I saw that the barbarian warrior who rushed to the front was shot in the abdomen, but he still roared and jumped into the position of the defenders of Fort Marion, the huge battle axe swept over, and a Marion Fort musketeer instantly fell to the ground, and the musketeer in front of him had just reloaded and was ready to shoot, but was knocked out by the barbarian warrior first. Like a brute bull, even if he was shot several times, the barbarian warriors blessed by the blood god still fought violently. It seems that the more blood is shed, the more excited they become. The only way to stop them from fighting is to bleed up!

"Blood sacrifice to the blood god, skull sacrifice to the skull!"

Shouting slogans that the soldiers of Fort Marion did not understand, the pitiful number of tribal warriors slaughtered bloodthirsty. Some of the barbarian warriors were even besieged by four or five Marienburg soldiers and did not fall, and their bodies were full of swords stabbed in and out......

......

"Drive them into the river!"

On the other side of the battlefield, Rhodes, the Great Lord of the Northern Realm of Kislev, raised his arms and shouted.

In just half an hour, there were already hundreds of barbarian soldiers who fell under the sword of this "savage" lord. Hardly anyone dared to come near this madman again. But Rod knew that he couldn't fight like this forever, as long as he was a human being, his physical strength had a limit. After all, it is impossible for one person to replace an entire army.

Previously, the gunboats had left a few small Norska boats behind, in order to drive the barbarians to the shore and let them scramble for the longships to escape. In this way, they will not be put to death and resist desperately. This northern barbarian army numbered at least twenty or thirty thousand people, and if all of them were desperately raised, with the reinforcements of the three provinces of the empire and the defenders of Marienburg, it would not be enough to withstand it.