Warhammer Throne

The Kislov garrison stationed in Vosgrade is no stranger to the barbarian army, or that they have formed an instinct to fight the barbarian all the year round. When the defenders burned to ashes and smashed a whole section of the city wall into a large hole, the alarm sounded immediately, and the Keslov defenders immediately began to respond quickly.

Vosgrad ’s garrison coach was a Ugolfboy, Major General Korobkov. The general woke up in an explosion when he got up from the camp bed and ran all the way to the city wall, watching The flames and smoke of dozens of chaotic artillery guns fell across the sky like a meteor over the sky dome, and the general immediately realized that it was "bad!"

"It seems that some people's estimates have irreparably serious errors!"

"Alert! Alert! Let everyone get up!"

"Ready to fight, ready to fight !!!"

Anxious horns and sirens awakened Artem, who was still asleep. The first-class soldier shivered and woke up from his sleep. "What's wrong? Damn! Esun is on!"

"Tal's teeth! Hurry up, Artem, the enemy is coming! Chaos is coming!" The barracks in the barracks, the guards all hurriedly dressed, looking for their weapons and equipment.

When Artem got up, he felt that the cold in the early morning was drilling directly into his clothes. The young Kislov soldier's eyes were black. A very strong sense of nausea filled his mouth and throat, and his head was groggy. Yes, Artem almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, someone reached out and pulled him up. "What's wrong, Artem, is it uncomfortable?"

"No, it's okay." The spearmen knew what it was because of long-term malnutrition that made him physically weak. Artem stood up with his teeth clenched. He grabbed vodka into his arms and took his chest. Armor was worn on his body, then he found his helmet and took the spear.

"Quick! Quick!" The officer shouted at the door, indicating that the soldiers were going to the city wall as soon as possible.

Along the staircase of the city wall, the spearmen ascended the city wall in the first light of the morning, and he looked out from the gate of the city wall.

The terrifying scenery in front of him made this first-class soldier tremble with his body uncontrollably. He only felt the coldness drilled along the cuffs, along the collar, along the ankles, and gradually covered the whole body.

Outside the city wall is a dark green ocean.

Hundreds of thousands of Noskas have surrounded this fortress, and the old and well-dressed Noska warriors walked to the front. They stretched out their hands and pushed the huge scale of the plague of siege and attack. City car, the old soldiers are very old, these barbarians have been regarded as "useless garbage", their only value today is to act as a meat shield and to death.

The Noska veterans were followed by more than a dozen legions, and hundreds of Noska predators of war gangs. Their fierce and vicious faces only had the enthusiasm for killing, and how many inferior-looking demons with strange appearances? At least Artem saw hundreds of them. Mortal tortured by the plague and corrupt mutant beasts raised their pimple-scarred faces in anticipation of orders. Thousands of flags were held high in the sky, each of which was marked The appearance of the father of various diseases, the butcher knife was taken out of the holster, the chain of the hammer was untied, and the blunt sword was pulled out of the human leather scabbard.

In the distance, more than a dozen heads of chaos trolls with huge bodies are waving big sticks in their hands. Afterwards, the three chaos giants are all covered with **** and sores blessed by the scales, as they progress The slurry dripped from the ground, and dozens of chaotic eggs advanced under the drive of the Nosca. There was no trace of them in their bodies.

There are also a large number of plague battle mastiffs between the ranks.

"God, Esun is on!" There were dozens of fires across the sky. Artem quickly hid his body behind the battlements. A demon shell from a chaotic **** cannon bombed the wall. A fifteen-meter-high city wall was suddenly blown out of a three-meter high and two-meter wide mouth.

"What about our artillery? What are they doing?" Artyom shouted in fear and helplessly at the nearby colleagues who were also holding spears. It seemed that he could not expel his inner shaking without this way.

"The range of the cannon and the mortar is not that far!" Major General Korobkov commanded the defense, and the major general stood at the top of the fortress and looked down at the wall below. "Enter your position! To prepare for the enemy's attack, we must stick to Pula." Grid's reinforcements arrive! "

How many enemies are there? Thirty thousand? fifty thousand? Or one hundred thousand? Artyom clenched the spear in his hand. It seemed that only this spear could give him a sense of security. He took out a crossbow from behind and began to use his feet to shoot it.

This inferior crossbow made by the empire is different from the exquisite hand crossbow of the Noor military factory or the dwarves. This inferior crossbow only has a simple wooden handle, and it is very troublesome and laborious to launch. At least it can distract the spearmen and have something to do.

The chaotic footsteps were quietly approaching, Artyom could feel the footsteps of the boots, and after the good bullets, the defenders had seen a large array of torches spreading around, they heard the harsh scream of the horn of the war , And a low lament praising the decaying god.

Soon, the chaotic attack began.

Dozens of Chaos artillery fired continuously under the operation of Chaos Dwarf Engineers, followed by the sound of the artillery, the roar and cheers of thousands of Noska warriors, the sound of hitting the shield with weapons and the messy drums , The tyrannical believers first launched the charge, and the hordes of horrendous Noska warriors rushed madly towards the fortress wall, they roared madly, trying to make their voices by the great blood **** Hear.

At the beginning, Major General Korobkov also signaled the defenders to stabilize their positions. The major general thought that this might be a test of chaos and chaos, but with the charge of the terrorists, all the chaotic troops began to advance, monsters The gangs even overwhelmed the old, weak and sick of Noska, and the major general realized that this was not a temptation, but a full-scale attack.

"fire!"

"Fire !!!!"

"Free shooting!"

The roar of the officers rang through the city's head. On the west wall of the Fortress of Fortress, hundreds of defenders and dozens of artillery fired at the same time, and dozens of muskets from the empire also fired bullets at the enemy. Most of the tyrannical believers who rushed to the front only wore the simplest leather armor, and even many people did not have armor. They instantly fell more than a hundred people, and in an instant, Artem felt the mortal. For strength, he squeezed his crossbow, aimed at a pair of panties, holding two crudely crafted axe, two temples white, madly charged Noska warrior, pulled the trigger.

However, the power and confidence brought by the artillery was only a moment, the wailing and screaming of the dead on the city wall were immediately overwhelmed by the endless successors, and dozens of Norska gangs rushed up from behind. They even ran over their compatriots directly and stepped on the bodies of incompetent compatriots with their feet. They came like a flood.

bring it on! bring it on! The heirs of Keslov will never succumb to darkness, forever! Artyom's heart was gradually filled with a cold and desperate anger, the spearmen filled their crossbows, and the officers' orders rang "Aim at the nearest shot! Prepare for close combat!"

Late, or too many, after the Noska warriors rushed under the wall, hundreds of brass claws flew into the air from under the wall. After a few seconds, the rope of each claw It was full of Norska predators, who quickly exchanged their hands, trying to pull themselves up to the city wall.

The remaining ones without hooks, took out javelins and flying axes, and returned to the guards. The hit rate was of course very low, but as long as a guard was hit, there would be a lot of howling and praises of the **** of darkness. Tribute.

The defenders tried hard to resist by all means. Hundreds of brass hooks were so hard that they could not use those crudely crafted swords or spears, so the defenders stabbed them with spears, scalded them with boiling water, and smashed them with stones , To prevent the barbarians from ascending the city.

A chaotic **** cannon blasted just a short distance away. The oncoming gravel, flesh and blood fragments, and smoky smoke splashed Artem. The spearman clasped the spear in both hands, and angrily speared the already bent spear. Stabbing a climbing Nosca predator, the sharp spear pierced the face of the barbarian, turning his face with enthusiasm and anger into stunned and unbelievable, blood was sprayed on the wall and splashed Artem said, "Go to hell! Chaos bastard!"

The scarlet blood plunged the spearmen into a frenzy. He tried to pull out the spear, but the workmanship was not very good. The spear broke completely after being bent. He only took back half of the wood gun. , Artyom shouted angrily, seeming to complain about the poor workmanship of the spear, he immediately noticed that there were three more brass hooks fixed nearby, and the Nosca predators above were quickly Speed ​​up.

The young spearman no longer had a spear, and he was about to turn around and call on his companion.

However, what appeared in front of him was only the huge deep pits from the chaotic **** shells around the city walls, and the ashes of the five or six groups, and the half body of a spearman was blown up by the fire, leaving only He had a **** intestine all over his body, and he was struggling painfully, breathing, and the black scorched by the cannon fodder of the **** cannon pointed to a place "Brother, my spear ... there."

After finishing talking, the soldier's head was planted and never got up again.

Artem only felt dry, he had no time to grieve for the sacrifice of his compatriots, the spearmen were mad and angry, he grabbed the spear, thrust his weapon into the masonry of the city wall, and put the masonry hard Tilt up, with two brass hooks and all the barbarian warriors hanging on it fell down.

This small section of the wall was temporarily safe, and the spearmen gasped for breath. The reinforcements behind them soon arrived. A reserve team-a pitiful, only a dozen people, guarded with spears and sword shields The army rushed over and prepared for the next wave of offensive by the Chaos Army.

Artyom subconsciously wanted to get a sip of water, but he now had nothing. The spearmen tried to observe the situation. He immediately discovered that four siege towers and a large siege hammer pushed by the chaotic trolls were taking Very slow and firm speed approaching the city wall, the movement of the believers is really not fast, but the scenes to be seen next are extremely desperate.

A cannonball hit the rotten and fragile siege tower, and the siege tower was immediately blasted out of a big hole, crumbling, but then, that terrible witch doctor-more than four meters tall, wearing a robe, holding in his hand Only one spell is needed for the champion of the Nadir God with the Skull Wand. A thick and sticky green pus will flow out of the destroyed siege tower, sealing the gap and keeping the siege tower running quickly.

"For Esun, for Keslov, for Katalin!"

Mrs. Keesler never backed down, never succumbed, and the defending army, under the personal command of Major General Korobkov, under the hunger, starvation, lack of weapons and water, formed a death squad, a dozen young guys He personally led the empire-made grenades and explosive bags, swayed from the wall with ropes, and used his life to detonate the mobile base under the siege tower. The four siege towers were five meters, five meters, and seven meters away from the wall. And eight meters away paralyzed.

"Wow wow!" Chaos army screamed angry! In particular, Festus, the champion of Nascale God, a good son of a loving father and the most beloved Nascale Witch Doctor ordered Chaos Warriors to step forward.

The two chaotic giants continued to push the giant siege hammer forward.

"Boom!" The giant siege hammer bombarded the stronghold east gate.

"Boom!" The iron tether behind the gate twisted.

"Boom!" After dozens of consecutive impacts, the gate was about to hold on. The defender's bed crossbow finally hit the heart of the Chaos Giant in dozens of attempts. The Chaos Giant screamed and fell down with his hand over his chest. , Collapsed the siege hammer, and another Chaos giant stepped back and forth in fear, beheaded by Festus.

"Boom!" The battle on the city wall continued, and the Kislov guards desperately tried the last blood drop. One person, hundreds of barbarian warriors jumped directly from the siege tower to the wall, and were repelled by the guards. !

Three chaotic warriors with heavy armor all over the city climbed the wall along the siege ladder and were still repelled!

In the end, more than a dozen warriors of the God of Scales, under the personal leadership of the champion of the scale, Apozul, climbed to the city wall. As soon as they came up, they harvested the heads of hundreds of Mrs. Kessler. Victory, and the determination to dedicate this fortress to Na scale.

However, the heirs of the bear gods never gave up, and the defenders used the final card, which is the holy relic of Thor, among the three northern gods. Now, this holy relic lost its previous light and flew down a sky dome. The thunderbolt scorched the skin of Apolzul, the champion of the scale, and dozens of selected warriors, and drove them down the city wall.

But even Thor ’s Lightning Divine Prestige could n’t completely kill the Nazha Champions and God Warriors. They quickly climbed up. It seems that Thor ’s Divine Skills, besides making their skin burnt a lot, Not enough power to kill them.

The Chaos Hell Artillery bombarded all three towers of the fortress, even with a dozen cannons and a small number of musketeers in it, all were silent. The Chaos Army tried again to attack, but Mrs. Keesler ’s steel will made them organize again After a wave of counterattacks, the chaotic army was driven down the city wall again after paying more than 300 casualties!

After a long battle, malnutrition and lack of water, Artyom could hardly stand. There were only a few guards alive on the entire wall, and they threw their corpses from the wall as heavy objects. Used as rolling stone bark.

In this way, the defender of Kislov actually repelled the offensive of the Chaos Army again!

Fighting for nearly ten hours in a row, Festus finally could not tolerate the botched defeat of his legion. The champion of the God of Scale selected the fighters of the God of Scale to take out his secret weapon.

More than a dozen large scale clay pots were thrown into the fortress by the scale picking warriors. The dark green clouds covered the whole fortress. At first, only a few defenders felt their bodies Uncomfortable and coughing, but soon a group of people fell. Those who succumbed to the evil infection of the overcast cloud found that there were bumps on their skin, blisters on their tongues, and glue on their eyelids.

Artem coughed painfully. As he coughed, his mouth spit out pieces of lungs and large strands of blood. The spearmen stood up against the wall, and he found that the originally solid stone wall was now Became slimy.

The city wall melted, dripping slightly salty liquid, and made a pungent sound.

"Boom!" Another chaotic giant rushed over, and the fortress gate finally collapsed.

"Retreat! Everyone! Withdraw ... Cough cough, withdraw into the main fort!"

"retreat!"

The garrison with fewer than 500 people left tried to retreat under the command of the major general, withdrew into the fortress and continued to resist.

Fistus, the champion of the nadir, once thought that they had won the fortress after breaking through the gate of the fortress.

However, Mrs. Keesler quickly told Yankees that you were very wrong.

The remaining three hundred Kislov defenders, with the plague of scale, lack of weapons and ammunition, lack of water and food, and no reinforcements, rely on the fierce street fighting and street fighting in the four fortresses inside the fortress In the end, he stubbornly resisted Festus.

Every house, every building, every street, every stronghold, Mrs. Keesler used her life to stubbornly block Festus and his army. Due to the narrow and crowded streets, the chaotic number advantage and behemoth The advantage cannot be brought into play, and every hour, Mrs. Kessler has to repel the Chaos Army 67 attacks.

The defender had long been desperate, the fortress was surrounded by all sides, and no messenger could pass the information behind to Prager, but the proud and stubborn Mrs. Keesler decided to continue fighting and keep fighting.

The defense of the Fort Worthgrad has been fought from 4.30 am on the first day to noon the next day. This war has far exceeded the five-hour plan to resolve the battle of the Nazir God champion.

However, no matter how stubborn and resistant the Keslov ’s defenders were, at twelve noon the next day, when the last Kislovian soldier coughed up blood constantly, endured the terrible illness, and used his willpower to overcome the lack of water and When hunger plagued, gathered in an obscure Ersun church deep in the fortress, everyone realized that the last moment had come.

First Class Artem ... No, he is now Acting Colonel Artem. This spearman is dying. Behind him, more than twenty sickly tortured, last Vosslade Fortress The defender of Kislov is hiding inside the church of the bear god, ready to greet his last moment.

Not far away, on the streets full of corpses and rolling plague clouds, countless chaotic warriors marched side by side, the streets were full of corpses of the Defenders of Kislov and barbarians, with flames and smoke in the ruins Burning.

The plague war mastiffs are sniffing greedily, they are searching for whether there are still defenders alive ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ All the corpses of the defenders of Kirslov must be gathered together, and the epidemiologist Festus will use it The flesh and blood of these corpses is used as "little soap".

Acting Colonel Artyom gasped for breath, he coughed up blood constantly, and his mind was a bit dazed.

In the illusion, he felt as if he had returned to his hometown. The beautiful birch forest, the snow was still falling, the birch trees were engraved with his and her names, the pigeons were still flying in the sky, and the village was always peaceful.

"Cough cough ..." Artem suddenly remembered something, and he reached into his arms.

There lies his own glass of vodka.

The last bite ca n’t be missed anyway.

Artyom reached out to take out the glass bottle, unscrewed the cap effortlessly, and drank the last bite of vodka. His mouth was full of rust, but he still tasted the familiar taste.

The acting colonel stood up against the wall, and when he saw him, all the soldiers stood up hard.

Crowds of chaotic warriors approached, getting closer and closer, already chaotic warriors have noticed this ruined church.

This church sounded the last battle roar belonging to Kislov, and more than two dozen soldiers, under the leadership of Artem, held their arms, even holding stools, shovels, table corners and wooden sticks, and faltered , Toward the chaotic army from the north, launched the last charge. .

"Ula!"

"Uralalala !!!"