Warhammer Seal

Chapter 214
This was Wende's first time leading troops into battle. In the past, he took risks alone or in a small team.

As a commander, there are too many things to take into account. First of all, make sure you have a loud voice. After all, the people on the battlefield are not Sylvania's skeletons. Vampires only need to move their fingers to make the troops carry out orders.

In the human legion, the commanders are all guys with loud voices, which ensures that everyone can hear the next order.

"Raise spears and halberds!"

The Prager Bridge is not narrow, on the contrary it is very wide, requiring three infantry phalanxes to block it all.

Humans and dwarves are such races, whose output depends entirely on long-range firepower and artillery, so they are very good at defending corners and blocking bridges.

The bridge had already begun to vibrate at this time, and the Norscans had three mammoths.

Ulfric even rode his own mammoth, watching Wende's position everywhere, not only for revenge, but also to retake his magical sailboat.

"Fire! Fire! Salvo!"

No matter how sophisticated a weapon is, there is always a margin of error, even if it is a modern scientific shell, there is no way for two shots to land in the same position.

At this time, the role of Wende is reflected. His greatest role as an artillery captain is to unify the salvo slogan.

The four cannons fired together, and two shots hit the running mammoth, causing it to stop for a moment, but did not cause any fatal damage. The two shells missed and fell aside.

"Change bombs!"

The cannons fired together don’t have to worry about misfires. The artillerymen are already running, using running brushes to clean up all the gunpowder remaining in the barrel, and then pick up the gunpowder barrel and pour the gunpowder into it, and then insert a powder of suitable size. shells.

"emission!"

The interval between the two rounds of shells did not exceed 1 minute, and one of them directly broke the teeth of the mammoth at the front, causing the terrifying giant beast to see blood.

Of course, the Norscans are not fools, they immediately discovered the most threatening thing to them - Imperial Artillery.

The shaman slowly prayed to the gods of chaos, and at the same time, a ball of fire began to gather in his hands, and the fireball, which was bigger than a washbasin, spewed out at a speed like falling stars.

The target of this fireball was the Imperial Artillery position, and it would not be good news if it was triggered by a series of explosions in the powder kegs.

Moreover, the Sword of Salvation can only absorb one magic at a time. Wende can only stand up and jump towards the ball of fire, but it is still a step slower.

Burning Feather flew over quickly, and ate such a fireball with her own dragon scales. After all, as a fire dragon, waiting for a long time in a cold area would make her sleepy. A fireball came down, just enough to warm her body.

Ha, now Wende can concentrate on commanding the artillery without leaving the position.

The Norscans used human-elephant coordinated tactics, with mammoths walking in the front to take the damage, giving the Norscan warriors a chance to approach.

But these guys only thought of the threat from the front, and never thought about the top of their heads.

The sound of shells piercing the air did not come until now, and the eight mortar shells fired at the same time all landed in the center of the line of a pair of Norscans, exploding sparks with the smell of barbecue.

Against the Norscans without armor, you have to use these shells stuffed with nails and broken iron.

Unlike the cheering and cheering of the artillerymen, the halberdiers standing at the forefront of the infantry line began to tremble in their legs and chatter their teeth.

He is not a new recruit, these halberd soldiers have more than three years of service experience, from the peasant rebellion to the zombies in Sylvania, they have experienced all kinds of terrible battles.

But the fear brought by those enemies in the past is far less than one percent of what it is now, and some people have even cried out.

"Empire, do not retreat."

With a crying voice, he shouted such a battle cry, and then raised the halberd in his hand as he said during training, trying to resist the mammoth rushing at full speed.

"Come, come, come!"

The three mammoths were all creatures corrupted by chaos, possessing an unimaginable desire to kill and bloodthirsty characters. They completely ignored the musket bullets and hunters' bows and arrows that hit them, and plunged into the imperial infantry line.

Every kick can kick and trample several imperial soldiers to death, but no one on the front line was defeated, no one retreated, and no one put down their weapons.

All the soldiers who survived the stampede immediately raised their weapons, whether they were spears or halberds, and stabbed at the four feet of the mammoth.

As long as it is a creature of flesh and blood, it will bleed and die.

Even a mammoth will be knocked down by the damage caused by the ants shaking the big tree like the imperial soldiers.

These primitive animals began to fear, and the pain brought by them was not an illusion. They began to roar, and at the same time they all retreated and wanted to leave the infantry pile of the empire.

"Don't let them escape, surround! surround!"

If you want to restrain a beast, you need a cage, no matter if the cage is made of steel or flesh.

It's a pity that a team of halberdiers and two spearmen all collapsed due to too many deaths. The few living people who remained either stood blankly and were trampled to death by mammoths, or ran behind them. biological instinct.

If you want to risk your own life alone, you can only rely on the most steadfast faith.

"For the Empire! Hold on!"

Karl Franz descended from the sky on a deathclaw, holding the Rick provincial rune sword—the Dragon Tooth Sword.

The dazzling light emitted from the sword made everyone on the battlefield clearly see that the imperial soldiers who had been fleeing regained their morale, found their phalanx flag and erected it again.

There were 160 brothers at the beginning, but now there are less than ten people standing. They stood up straight at once, and they were all willing to fight to the end.

Putting the Dragon Tooth Sword back into its scabbard, Karl took out his warhammer again. Gael Malaz, as a leader, as a marshal, as an emperor, as a warrior, he now has only one purpose, Crack the head of the bastard Ulfric.

The latter was sitting on the back of a mammoth at this time, and his purpose was the same as Karl's, which was to kill the enemy general.

Deathclaw and Karl have been cooperating for many years, and they already had a solid tacit understanding, and immediately swooped towards the mammoth that Ulfric was sitting on.

The imperial infantry, who were still hesitant and fearful, immediately boosted their morale, raised their weapons and shields, and rushed forward with Emperor Karl.

Behind Ulfric's mammoth, the Norscan warriors also came to the bridge under the gunfire. These muscular men shouted the names of the gods of chaos, and spread towards the bridge like crazy.

On the left side of the bridge are continuously charging imperial soldiers, and on the right side of the bridge are swarming Norscan warriors.

All kinds of bullets, javelins, throwing axes, shells, and arrows are flying in the sky.

In the middle of the Prager Bridge, Karl Franz and Ulfric were sitting on their most trusted mounts, charging towards each other at the fastest speed.

　The most commonly used tactics of the empire: defending the bridge, squatting at the corner, and blocking the entrance.

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(End of this chapter)