Warhammer Throne

Latest website: When Karl Franz arrived at Hufffunken, he hardly had much time to organize defenses and build new fortifications. The scout told him that the Chaos Army would arrive early the next morning.

The emperor looked up and found that it was already afternoon. The town of Hufffunken was not strong. The wall was only two or three people high, and there were many damages. The Ostmark people here had been there for a few months. After running smoothly, the emperor decided to set up the headquarters here, but the army could not fight in the city, they would line up outside the city.

The emperor shrewdly chose his main line before a swamp, which would greatly limit the rapid advance of the Chaos Army’s charge and Chaos Knights, and the enemy would be bombarded by cannons as they approached the front line of the Empire.

In the early morning of the next day, there was heavy rain in the sky. It was gray and the earth stretched towards the iron-gray horizon. The water was shining on the soft black soil. Some exploded trees were curled up around, and the deep sky was darkened. Set off.

The left wing, the west wing, was commanded by Marius-Letterdorf. The mad earl led the four elites led by Ivey:

Knights of the Golden Fleece.

Knights of the Black Bear.

Knights of the Bull.

The two brigades of half-griffin knights of Ivan, Duke of Griffin, are close to two-thirds of the Griffin Knights.

In addition to this, there are 18 full-strength Imperial Legions under Marius, composed of Nords, Middens, and Osters. These soldiers are brave and fierce and desperate. Most of them are dead with chaos. Qiu, their discipline may not be enough, but there is absolutely no problem with attacking power and acting as a commando.

The commander in chief of the east wing on the right is not Watten. As the champion of Charlemagne’s choice, Watten’s commanding ability is good enough but he still lacks experience, and Lutherhus, as Watten’s mentor, is really afraid of his commanding ability. Compliments, so the command to the west is the Tarabek General Derio Meck, a military nobleman with a noble blood and glorious tradition, in the Tarabek Elector Helmut Feuerba After Ha's disappearance, Meke has always hoped to inherit the position of elector. He has repeatedly expressed privately to Karl Franz the loyalty and ability he can offer.

The emperor knew the abilities of Count Mayk very well, and he thought that if this battle could be won, perhaps it was all right.

There are also many elite right-wing armies, but most of them are miscellaneous troops composed of provincial troops. Most of them only have the simplest swords, shields, spears and a breastplate, and lack artillery. There are 30 imperial legions in total. Count Meck listened under his command.

If anyone in the right-wing army can decide the situation, then there is no doubt that it is Watten and his Charlemagne army. This army is composed of an astonishing number of ascetic cultists, and a team of up to two or three thousand cultists is one. Very terrifying combat power, and it may also bring huge disasters to the entire battle. The ascetics’ brainless pigs are likely to achieve unexpected results, but they may also break the front. The empire can only rely on a strong gun array and Shield formation to deal with the opposite wave of destruction.

Surprisingly, the morale of the imperial army is unprecedentedly high. Everyone knows what they will face if they lose in this battle. Emperor Karl-Franz is proud to see that his army still maintains an amazing combat effectiveness. .

In fact, the emperor could have appointed Heilberg or someone else to command the Battle of Hufffunken, but Karl-Franz was very serious. He believed that the responsibility belonged to him. He was the emperor of the Empire. He knew that this period of time was because of the war. Teng’s performance, more and more soldiers are discussing the possibility of Watten ruling the entire army, and this will undoubtedly lead to the division of the empire-Karl-Franz does not allow this to happen, no other A better way to win great victories to rebuild his position.

The Chinese army is the emperor’s main line and the key to this war. The armies of Brunswick, Rick, Nur, and Wesson formed the core of the Chinese army. The most elite are here, just a little bit. Know their prestigious name:

Rick's guard has six brigades (more than 300 people)

Inner Ring Knight of Rick Guardsman (20 players)

Brunswick Honor Guard.

Franz Guards Corps.

Griffin Great Sword Group.

Nur Meritorious Legion Hammer Legion.

Hawke’s long-tube fireball group.

The three great sword regiments of the empire lined up with 600 great swordsmen.

Five regiments of the Braunschweig Palace Guards.

The empire has done its best for this battle. In addition to these elites, there are 30 standard empire legions that have built positions in the front. After hundreds of shields are thousands of swords and halberds, the musketeers and crossbowmen are looking for themselves. The artillerymen are conducting final inspections.

Karl-Franz stood on the high platform, and the emperor looked at the scenery of Hufffunken. He showed a standard eight-tooth smile: "If we can't defeat the enemy here, then I can at least die here."

"Don't say such frustrating words, Your Majesty." Ludwig Schwarzhammer, the emperor's banner officer, muttered. This sanctuary powerhouse is nearly a hundred years old this year, and his white beard almost fell to the ground. Above, the banner officer was worried about this battle: "You should retreat, leave it to me here."

"At this time, the soldiers need me. I should stay with the soldiers more than ever, Ludwig." Karl Franz looked into the distance, the chaotic drums of war were already faintly audible, at most one or two. An army of chaos will appear in just a few hours.

After all, the golden fortress collapsed, and the emperor thought in his heart that even if the empire did not give up, the golden fortress would be maintained for a few months at most, because Gelt was gone.

Why are you running away, Gelt, Karl-Franz smiled bitterly in his heart, as long as you make things clear, I will protect you, why are you running away?

I need your magic, the empire needs your magic, Gelt!

The emperor also knew that Galt was really helpless, but he really missed Galt's power. The great alchemist had turned the battle around many times by relying on his powerful and unreasonable devotion.

"Your Majesty, please step back and leave it to me here." Marshal Rick Heilberg said. The old man vented all his extra energy on a woman's belly last night. His long horoscope was messy. Or at least it’s not as perfect as usual. After months of uninterrupted fighting, the old man’s spirit was on the verge of collapse. He was a little nervous and yelled at the emperor: "You shouldn’t be here."

"I am the emperor, Curt!" Karl Franz didn't bother to talk nonsense with Heilberg.

"Because you are the emperor, we must give priority to your safety." Heilberg emphasized: "If this battle fails, then we can at least form a new one in Herzig and Tarabeheim. Defense line, but if you die here, then everything is over."

Suddenly, the empire was only half prepared. Hufffunken was armed here, but the defense line at the rear was not arranged at all. If they fail, the empire will be destroyed by a thousand miles.

"Heilberg is right." Schwarzhammer hadn't said much, but at this time the emperor's banner officer rarely nodded in agreement.

"You are the Empire, Your Majesty." Marshal Rick said firmly.

You are the empire... Karl-Franz suddenly felt a tingling pain, like a gray sky and raindrops hitting him, making him feel painful.

He stared blankly at the distance. The enemy would come from the north. As usual, they would sweep the swamp. The wild orcs would tear the earth to pieces with rough and strong hoofs, and Norsca’s war mastiff would be bloodied. It dashed, followed by the Norsca and Kurgan riders and their **** mounts. Then, the armored behemoth with sharp knives shook off the devil’s cleft hooves and strode forward, and the skull was hanging on the **** mount. On the armor.

Their formation is messy, and what pushes them forward is only the desire to slaughter. The only advantage that guarding mortals have is discipline. As always, the primordial nature of the empire will be greeted by the orderly steel array of the empire.

But, can you really defeat the enemy?

Can they really win? Without the blessing of the Golden Fortress, can the empire really win this victory?

"Perform your own duties." Karl Franz wanted to say something, but at this juncture, the emperor could not say anything. He gestured to Marshal Rick Heilberg, Heilberg looked deeply. He took a look at the loyal Prince Rick's family and the Emperor of the Empire, raised the Rune Tooth to send a grievance, and saluted the emperor with the most standard military salute: "For Charlemagne, for the Empire!"

"For the empire!" The emperor also responded with the most standard military salute. He used to be a soldier, but he is now an emperor, and Heilberg has always been a soldier, a pure soldier. No matter internal affairs or diplomacy, Heilberg is amazing. Talent-he can always make everything worse, which makes the emperor very thankful that Heilberg has never been involved in politics, or the battlefield is more suitable for the marshal.

"Today Charlemagne will witness another great victory belonging to the empire." Heilberg put on his winged helmet, mounted his beloved half-blood horse, and rushed to the front.

The emperor silently watched Heilberg's distant figure, the rain hit his armor, Schwarzhammer came up behind him, and he held up the golden griffin helmet that belonged to Karl Franz.

The emperor seemed in a daze: "Who am I, Ludwig?"

"You are our emperor, Your Majesty." Ludwig said softly, and Grandpa Whitebeard's voice was extremely firm.

"Then do you trust your emperor?" Karl Franz looked into the distance, and the chaotic eight-pointed star flag was faintly visible.

"Your Majesty, all the soldiers and people of the empire will follow you forever." Ludwig just said silently, "No matter what the outcome is."

"Regardless of the ending?" Karl Franz just watched, watching hundreds of chaotic banners appear from the horizon, watching countless screams and roars ringing in his ears, watching more than 30,000 promises The Skar Predator was running in a frantic clamor, looking at a thousand monsters and chaos demons...maybe more were appearing one after another.

The imperial army stood cowardly and bravely on the front line. The soldiers rushed to pray to Charlemagne, Urik, or Tal. The sergeants yelled and quickly clenched their halberds with their hands, remembering their oaths. Never take a step back, otherwise they will be beaten to bones by chaos.

Many people pray: If you can't win, you will die soon.

"Where are the gunpowder and steel of the empire? Where are the glory and faith of the empire?" The emperor muttered to himself: "Everything is like the setting sun, everything is burnt, the nations turn into a sea of ​​fire, chaos dominate the future, and victory is forever Short, the last hope is fading. Tell me, Ludwig, why did it become like this? Why did my empire become like this?”

The banner officer could feel the emperor's grief. Since Karl Franz took the throne, the emperor has been fighting for most of his life, fighting the enemies of the empire, but the empire is still forced to its present desperate situation.

Suddenly the roar of the death claw of the Great Griffin sounded, UU read www.uukanshu. com it smelled the scent of chaos and desperately eager to tear the enemy apart, this beast probably won't have to wait longer.

"The enemy has appeared, Your Majesty." Ludwig Schwarzhammer clenched his sword, the Judge.

"Then, until he died." Karl Franz also drew out his rune tooth-Dragon Tooth Sword.

"We will tell Chaos, we will never give in!"

"Karl Franz!" The emperor's name exploded across the front, and all the imperial soldiers couldn't help but roar out.

"For the Empire, for Karl Franz!"

This is the Emperor of the Empire, the Grand Prince of Elector Rick, the Grand Duke of Brunswick, the bearer of the silver seal and the holder of the Runefang, and the successor of Charlemagne to all the sacred heritage from the sea to the border mountains. Karl- Franz's answer.

The empire will never succumb.