Battle of the Seventy-ninth Quarter

The warm breeze of late summer blows across the fields. On the flat field, at this time, it is covered with thick weeds, and a few unknown wildflowers are swaying in the middle. If you look closely, you can see a lot of messy little holes in this flat land, which are the masterpieces of the prairie rat. These small creatures are a valuable resource in the grasslands - they are small, but their meat is edible and their fur is soft and warm. On top of that, they are food for many other animals - wolves, foxes, and other carnivores and omnivores. They form the most fundamental link in this food chain.

Especially in winter, the only animal that many tribes can hunt during the long winter is this steppe rat. A piece of land that is inhabited by a large number of prairie rats is considered to be a valuable piece of land because it can provide a steady stream of resources for the tribe to thrive.

But at this moment, these small animals, which were the most active in this season, are nowhere to be seen. Under the bright sun, the grass is green, and those large and small holes are also covered by messy weeds.

An ominous wind blew through the flat land, and the weeds all bowed down obediently so as not to be broken by the wind. Although the sun is in the sky, a solemn aura permeates the land. Perhaps it is because of this breath that the prairie rats retreat into the deepest part of their burrows.

Ashrufat watched as the coalition forces arrived on the battlefield.

As they say in their letters, they do intend to fight the Silent Panic Tribe here. This influx of people shows that the letter of the covenant was not a trap, but a truth: for the number of the enemy, judging by its numbers, was between two or thirty or ten thousand, and that once the army was defeated, every plan of the enemy, whatever it was, would be wiped out. On the other hand, once the enemy wins, then without any stratagem, the salt pond is equivalent to falling into the hands of the coalition forces.

Standing on a slightly higher hillside, Ashrufat watched as the armies of both sides lined up as they watched each other. Although it is a plain, the terrain is somewhat undulating. Ashrufat had already arrived at the battlefield one step ahead of schedule, so he occupied a slightly higher hillside. However, this is also a plain, the so-called "hillside", the slope is very gentle, and it is not a favorable terrain to rely on in battle. If there is anything that will really be cheap in battle, it is that because he stands taller, the commander's vision will be slightly better than that of the opponent.

That's why the coalition forces chose this place for the decisive battle. Here, the terrain is flat, and many cunning schemes cannot be carried out here. The two armies could only fight head-to-head, relying on the most basic techniques of formation. Relying on this terrain, the coalition forces were able to give full play to their superiority in strength and defeat the opponent with a dignified formation.

Unlike regular battles between tribes, neither side has built a frontline camp. Ashrufat refused to build, and the coalition forces did not have time to build. Often, the defeated side was able to retreat into camp and try to repel the enemy's attack with fortifications. But this time, the losing side doesn't have that chance.

Speaking of which, Ashruphat had looked at the Chaos Legion like this several times. At the time, however, he was Gruni's general, leading his army against the invading Chaos Legion. He remembered that the Chaos Legion was a well-organized army with high morale and excellent equipment (Chaos armor deserved that title). The su zhì of this Chaos Tribe alliance army is much worse than the Chaos Legion that it fought against last time, whether it is the equipment or the soldier's su zhì. Of course, on the other hand, Ashrufat's command was not a well-trained regular army of Gruni, but an army of the same Chaos, and it was greatly inferior in numbers.

Of course, his biggest weakness is not the numbers, but the interior. When he was Gruny's general, he led an army that was completely obedient to his command. This is easy to understand, as is the case with regular armies: under normal circumstances, a general, after being appointed by the king, has full command of the army. This is something that the entire army, from the grassroots soldiers to the senior generals, agrees on. As long as the general didn't do anything like rebellion, or someone conjured up a "monarch's secret edict" or something like that, he didn't have to worry about the obedience of his subordinates. His orders are always conveyed and carried out. Moreover, this kind of control can be overstepped -- generals can directly pass their orders over senior generals and middle-level officers at any time and convey them to the soldiers and junior officers at the lower level, without fear of being refused to carry them out.

But he's different now. He had been organizing this army for too short a time, and the composition of this army was too chaotic. There were the original troops of the Silent Panic Tribe, the troops he had "bought" (or could be said to have abducted) by coercion and inducement, the troops of volunteers who voluntarily followed him, and even some reluctant troops from the tribe of the Sons of Plunder. In short, although there is a coalition of three tribes on the opposite side, his side will only be more chaotic. In particular, the army of the Sons of Plunder tribe, whose commander, Tzeentch's Chaos Champion Bruce, was visibly unhappy with his decision. But Ashrufat couldn't help it, because he was completely unfamiliar with this army, and he hadn't even seen those mid-level officers, let alone memorized names. He must, and can only, rely on Bruce.

"My lord," said the wizard beside him, Hadmund dressed like a "primitive." "I just got a magical communication, and our camp is safe and we haven't found anything suspicious. ”

Ashrufatra nodded, which was completely expected by him. If there's anything new about this time, it's that he finally understands why this Chaos wizard named Hardmond is dressed like this. It was a means of pleasing the gods, and it was Hardmond himself who swore to Tzeentch to be strict in his practice—in essence, like those wandering warriors in the Chaos Wilderness.

"There are a lot of them......" Bruce commented again. It was clear that he was not afraid—no Chaos Cultist would be afraid to fight, let alone a Chaos Champion—but only resentful, because this kind of confrontation with a superior enemy was exactly what Tzeentch did not like—and simply relying on violence to solve problems was the way of thinking of the Sadistic Believers.

Unfortunately, although Eshuruphat is nominally the Chaos Lord approved by Tzeentch, he doesn't actually have any idea of accommodating Tzeentch's style and hobbies. Moreover, perhaps it was precisely because of the objective perspective of "non-believers" that he could faintly realize that Tzeentch had made him this Chaos Lord not for nothing. Tzeentch's wizards aside, Tzeentch's warriors—the Chaos Warriors, the Chosen Ones, and even the Chaos Champions like Bruce—have become so accustomed to and reliant on intrigue and cunning that they have forgotten that the ability to fight head-on is the essence of warfare.

In this regard, the contrast between sadistic believers and Tzeentch believers is most pronounced. The abusive believers never pay attention to any conspiracy, but only fight and rush, but their combat power is recognized as the strongest in Chaos. And Tzeentch's followers relied so much on stratagem that they were considered the weakest in combat. For example, Bruce, although he is indeed strong by the standards of ordinary humans, if he had a one-on-one battle with Sag, Ashrufat would never bet on him.

Yes, in terms of pure fighting skills, Bruce might be a little higher, but Sage's incredible strength and ferocious fighting style are enough to make a qiē skill meaningless.

"Bruce, you only get one chance. Ashrufat listened impatiently as he continued. Speaking of which, if you want to recruit subordinates, the sadistic believers are the simplest and easiest to obey, and the Tzeentch believers' thinking is much more complicated. For example, this Bruce, he has always been wary of three points and three points of distrust. "See, Lord of Rune's Tribe...... We're almost done, and the Void Thorn Tribe hasn't finished yet......"

The combined forces of the three tribes entered the battlefield in batches. This is a very common and normal train of thought. If the belligerents arrive at the battlefield in such a sequential order, then the side that arrives first will be the first to form a formation (of course). In order to avoid being attacked by the other side when the formation is deployed, the side that arrives later will deploy the formation one wing after another. In this case, even if the opponent is surprised, there is enough room to react, and even in the worst case, the army that has completed the formation can cover the friendly troops to withdraw from the battlefield in time. The strongest tribe of the Lord of Runes lined up first, while the weakest tribe of Garth was the last.

"Let the Chaos Egg hit the front and start attacking!" Aeshuruphat ordered.

The two armies were already facing each other in the air, and there was a distance of about a thousand paces in between. Directly between the two armies was a flat field of green grass, and the sun shone on these weeds, reflecting a dappled light. The formation of the coalition army is a typical fish scale formation, which is characterized by the fact that each of the three lines assembles the main forces in the center of the formation, and is divided into a number of small phalanxes, which are configured according to echelons, and the front end is slightly convex. The basic tactical idea is to use wave attacks to break through, and it is a formation with both offensive and persistent ability, which is suitable for the dominant side to take the initiative to attack the weaker enemy. Maybe the Chaos Tribe had never heard of the term "Fish Scale Array" at all, but this did not affect the formation they had laid out this formation that was called "Fish Scale Array" in the war book.

Compared to the more complex fish scale array of the coalition forces, the deployment of the silent panic array was much simpler. It is a three-line phalanx, which maintains a horizontal line in the shape of a small square, without protruding or shrinking. This is the simplest and easiest formation to complete.

At this moment, the army of the Rune Lord Tribe on the left flank had basically completed the formation, while the formation of the Void Thorn Tribe was only half arranged, and the Garth Tribe had just begun to set up.

The low horn sounded slowly. The voice was thick and long, and everyone seemed to be able to feel a slight tremor under their feet. The sound of the trumpet passed slowly over the plain, and a gust of wind blew, and the weeds seemed to feel the atmosphere of war, so they shook their heads in horror. Even the gods in the heavens who were concerned about Yiqiē seemed to feel the tension coming from below. A white cloud obscured the sun at the right time, making the light between heaven and earth softer, more suitable for this fight.

The low sound of the bull's horn deeply shook the hearts of every soldier on the battlefield. Even an experienced warrior had his heart twitch when he heard such a voice. Combat is a severe test for anyone, even the Cultists of Chaos. Not to mention ordinary Chaos believers, even Chaos Lords are also in danger of falling in a brutal war. On the battlefield, human life is no more valuable than a weed. The horn continued to blow, and the initial uneasiness on the faces of the soldiers began to fade away, and their expressions became cold and bloodthirsty. It seems that this voice is constantly feeding the concept into the hearts of the soldiers: they must fight to the death, or they will perish.

The eyes of the gods were watching this battle.

The first wave of attacks is started by magic. Realizing that the battle was about to begin, the mages of both armies were doing the same thing: casting spells, destroying each other's spells. If there was a wizard watching from the sidelines, he could easily feel several waves of magic on the side of the silent panic - someone was trying to extract energy from the wind of magic. But the fluctuations of these spells eventually dissipated as their opponents interfered with their spell casting.

Similarly, on the side of the coalition, there were also fluctuations in the winds of magic. Most of these fluctuations were wiped out by interference, but one magic succeeded. The energy extracted from the wind of magic was woven into a dimensional flame, and the flames suddenly erupted in the crowd of silent panic. In just such a moment, dozens of warriors were wiped out, and a huge gap appeared in the entire small phalanx.