Section 130 Feelings

It is stated in the book of war that the most important key to attacking a superior enemy with weak forces is movement. You must not stop moving, constantly tearing, cutting, and breaking through the enemy, and you must never stop and get caught up in the fight with the enemy. In times of crisis, even if you have to give up some of your companions who can't be separated, it's better than stopping. Unless the difference between the two sides is so great that they ignore the difference in strength.

The current situation speaks volumes about this.

If it is an ordinary cavalry charge, if the first wave of charge cannot penetrate the enemy formation, then the correct thing to do is to immediately turn back and form a whole team, and then launch a second wave of charge. In this process, there are naturally casualties and stragglers, but they are all acceptable. As long as you don't get entangled, as long as you can launch waves of charges, the build-up of damage caused by this charge is terrifying, and it can knock the morale of any enemy to the bottom and eventually collapse. In fact, in the military tradition of the Central Seven, it was common to tear apart the enemy's lines with a wavy charge of cavalry. On the contrary, it is much less likely that the first wave will completely defeat the enemy.

The first wave of the apophobic Steel Bull Knight's charge had a striking killing effect. If the Steel Bull Knight achieved heavy results, he could judge in time that this wave of charges was not enough to crush the enemy. If the whole team retreats and launches a second or third wave of attacks, then perhaps the central phalanx of Ashrufat is destined to be defeated, or at least to pay a heavier price.

But that's not something a sadomasochistic warrior would do. The knights were immediately plunged into a frenzy of blood and killing because of the fruits of the first wave of engagements. Each knight drove his mount to gallop and trample the enemy, wielding his weapon and slashing the enemy, so that not only did they not retreat, but gradually dispersed.

Both Chaos Cultists and Southerners acknowledge the importance of psychic strength in battle, which is why the Warriors of Abuse are feared by everyone. But psychic power is not unlimited. No matter how brave (or crazy) you are, you can't win against five, ten, or even more enemies. The Knights of the Steel Bull almost crushed a path through the enemy's phalanx at first. Almost crushed out of a road.

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"Puff ......" The black steel spear was pulled out from the body of the steel ox, and the spear just now reached the internal organs, even a creature like the steel cow could not bear it. With the low groan of a beast, the beast slowly fell, and every crack in the armor was frantically bubbling blood. It was covered in wounds all over its body, and although it had done great damage, the enemy's counterattack never stopped.

Although the armor on the steel ox is heavy, and its thickest part is even enough to resist bullets, in order to meet the needs of high-speed galloping, its armor cannot be completely covered, and many parts must be exposed, so as not to affect their running speed. It's fine to be in the face of bullets or arrows when charging, but once you're in close combat, these exposed parts become a key target for the enemy. Although the steel cow is strong, it is also a creature.

This bloody scuffle has finally come to an end. The mighty Steel Bull Knight was surrounded by enemies and was eventually eliminated piecemeal. It must be said that the strong vitality of the Nurgle believers really played a major role, and many of the plague warriors who had been trampled by the steel ox and even the Chaos armor had been transformed were able to get back up and fight again. If Eshurufat hadn't placed the most battleable plague warriors in the center, his army would have been rendered ineffective due to excessive casualties.

Even so, the casualties of the plague warriors were staggering. If the heavy cavalry that was previously routed by the Bull Knights is also included, then this Bull Knights force has inflicted at least seven times as many casualties as itself. This kind of combat power is jaw-dropping even in the midst of chaos.

By the time the last steel ox fell, the entire battlefield had changed.

On the front, the Bloodfang Lord's forces had completed his first kill. Although Chaos Eggs are formidable beasts, they have to deal with large armies, and because they have participated in enough battles, the Sadistic warriors are actually very experienced in dealing with Chaos Eggs. It's not so much that the Chaos Eggs are a threat to them, it's that the Chaos Eggs are causing them problems. Of course, it's not too much of a hassle, just like a snack before a meal. Under the siege of the Dreadnought Legion, all the Chaos Eggs were wiped out, and even though they possessed tough muscles and strong vitality, they were eventually dismembered by countless axes.

On the other side, although they were delayed by the light cavalry for a long time, in the end, the Dreads Legion found a way to deal with it. As mentioned earlier, this method is not difficult to think of. If it weren't for the fact that sadistic believers have always been known for having muscles and no brains, perhaps they would have solved this problem long ago. But in any case, the problem was solved - a small number of detachments were left behind to confront the light cavalry and cover the other units to move on.

Similarly, the two wings of Ashrufat began to move forward.

Now, all skirmishes are over. Eshurufat's most powerful fighting power, magic, and all kinds of war beasts under the control of wizards have all been reduced to nothing under the Demon Breaking Scroll. Seeing that the winds of magic were out of order to fight, all the apprentices had already retreated backwards and retreated to safety. They are no longer a combat force, but a burden that needs extra manpower to protect. The wizard with the magic disk began to take on the role of herald, relying on the magic disk that flew freely under his feet to quickly convey various messages and orders. In particular, the Herald was originally one of the roles that Tzeentch often played on the battlefield.

On the other hand, the Bloodfang Lord lost all of his light cavalry. In addition, his most powerful assault force, the Steel Bull Knight, had been dragged into the quagmire of melee and annihilated in the previous assault.

It seems that all of them are back to square one. It is no longer the supernormal beasts that will decide the outcome of this war, but the warriors of Chaos. However, if there is anyone who has the upper hand at this time, it is undoubtedly the Lord of the Blood Fangs.

With the loss of magic, Ashrufat's troops were at least half in power. In addition, he also paid a huge number of casualties in the battle to eliminate the Steel Bull Knight. The Bloodfang Lord, on the other hand, only lost an opportunity - yes, his planned infantry coordination failed. But that just puts the fight in a different rhythm.

Sadomasochistic fighters love the rhythm.

If there is any advantage of Ashrufat, it is quantity. That's right, even in this case, he still has a lot more troops than the other side. In addition, as in the last time the two of them met, the Bloodfang Lord did not leave any reserves. He pressed the whole army in one fell swoop - a style that matched the sadomists well, but it did not conform to the principles of war - and Ashrufat, unlike the last time, he left the reserves.

Under the banner of the Blood Dragon in the rear, under the control of his cronies, Flint. Ashrufat told Flint to send the reserves at a critical moment. However, even if Ashurifa had made multiple plans, he couldn't estimate all the possibilities. He can only hope that Flint can make the right judgment and play this last trump card at the crucial moment.

However, if this trump card is played early or late...... Ashrufat decided not to consider this possibility.

He stood at the front of the line, covered in blood. In order for the soldiers to easily identify their general, Ashrufat did not wear a helmet. After the bloody battle, the plague warriors suffered heavy losses, but with the characteristic tenacity of the Nurgle followers, they silently rearranged into a queue, and under the leadership of their general, prepared to meet the surging enemy ahead.

Ashrufat looked at the approaching enemy, the two sides were already very close, and there was only one minute or two between them. He looked back at his troops. One person is too small in such an army. Looking at the endless ranks, looking at the left and right wings of the giant bird spreading its wings, and looking at the blood dragon banner fluttering in the wind, he was suddenly enveloped by an inexplicable feeling. At this moment, he remembered the events of the dream. Although those dreams are strange and inexplicable, there is one thing in common.

Whether he is an elven prince or a human general, whether he is a green-skinned boss or a dwarven master, or a lord of the nezumi and the commander of the undead legion, he stands under this blood dragon banner every time.

Maybe he never thought of this in the past, maybe he deliberately ignored it. But at this moment, he suddenly realized it.

An indescribable pressure fell on him, so much so that his hand holding the greatsword began to tremble slightly. He seems to have been through countless battles, fought countless battles. Sometimes he relied on countless of his men to fill a path to victory with their lives, and sometimes he relied on cunning tactics beyond the enemy's expectations to achieve victory. He seems to have killed countless people, some brave to meet the enemy, some fled in a hurry, and some were even unarmed civilians. He was often able to calculate a mixture of all the factors, using experience and instinct to find the key to victory.

But not all battles can be solved with brainless pigs or strategizing. Sometimes, war reverts to its original, essential aspect – that is, the purest, most primitive barbarism and violence. There is no sacrificial spirit, no religious brainwashing, all that remains is the most instinctive bloodthirsty desires of human beings.

His eyes no longer saw a queue of enemies and enemies, but a doomed scene of mountains of corpses and rivers of blood. He knew he wasn't afraid of it—he had even directed it himself many times, but at this moment, he still felt the shiver in the depths of his soul.

Just like when he first went to the battlefield, he was incompetent, desperate, and at the mercy of fate.

"Your Excellency!" one of his guards noticed the general's hesitation. At the moment of the great enemy, Ashrufat was unexpectedly silent. In fact, if it weren't for the armor, someone might have noticed that Ashrufat's body was trembling slightly.

Ashrufat turned his head and looked at his men with stern eyes. The majesty of the Chaos Lord returned to him in an instant. He raised his magic sword aloft and looked at his men around him.

"For the glory of the Father of the Plague!" he cried out.

"For the Father of the Plague!" the Plague Warriors were stunned for a moment, but then cheered. Everyone knows that the will of the loving Father Nurgle will be with them.

"Forward, kill!"

So all the Nurgle Plague warriors cheered and waved their weapons to meet the fierce enemy from the front.