When the Chaos fleet continued to advance towards Marienburg without any signs of stopping and looting several merchant ships, Marienburg finally realized that something was amiss. Duke Valverde no longer dared to say, "Let's see what happens next." Instead, he scolded the Northerners for going too far, being insatiably greedy and shameless.
It's time to show you what it means to be an iron-blooded capitalist!
"Dong, dong, dong."
The bell rang, and the petals of the tulips fluttered. The whole city rang the alarm again after hundreds of years. Grand Duke Valverde roared in the middle of the agitated crowd of the upper and lower houses of Marienburg, "If you want to fight, I'll fight! When has the Empire ever been afraid of the Northerners? "
"Fight! Fight! Fight! We are all the sons of Charlemagne. We are all the people of the Savior! "
"We will never negotiate. We will never compromise!"
"Let the Northerners know how powerful we are. We are iron-blooded merchants, we are iron-blooded capitalists!"
"Bring out the land ships! It's time to let these Northerners taste our anger! "
The tycoons in the Marlinburg House of Marlinburg felt that their reputation had been tarnished. Now, each of them was louder than the other. It was impossible to tell that they had ever intended to negotiate with the Chaos. Instead, each of them was more determined than the last. They scrambled to show that they were the real main force against the Chaos. They were afraid that they would be caught for not being politically correct.
"Marlinburg has always been a part of the Empire. We have always moved forward with the Empire!" Duke Valverde gave a stirring speech. He rushed through the streets in a carriage and shouted at the dozens of legendary mercenary groups in Marlinburg, "Now, soldiers, show your courage and show your strength. I can assure you that the Empire will not leave us alone!"
The bell of war rang throughout the city. About 20000 soldiers of Marlinburg gathered. The commander of the city defense, Francesco, ordered all the military warehouses to be opened and distributed weapons. At the same time, he asked Duke Valverde, "My Duke, should we send a messenger to Brunswick for help?"
"Nonsense, of course!" Grand Duke Valverde immediately nodded. "Marlinburg has been an inseparable part of the Empire since ancient times. The Empire is naturally obligated to protect and support us. Send a messenger immediately. Karl-franz's Empire cannot sit idly by and watch this invasion!"
"What about Brittania?" asked the commander of the garrison.
"Marlinburg is the wealth of the world. If this place is captured by the northerners, it will be a loss to the world. Do you think the Kingdom of the Knight King can sit back and relax? If that's the case, what right do they have to talk about the way of knights?" Duke Valverde's attitude was stern. "Of course!"
Two messengers were sent out, one to Culona in the west, requesting aid from the Brittany, and one to Brunswick in the east, requesting aid from the Empire.
The stench of the wind enveloped Marlin Castle, and the Chaos fleet was getting closer and closer. Duke Valverde took out the sacred emblem of Mannen, the God of the Sea, on his chest and prayed loudly, "Mannen above, I hope that this is all a misunderstanding."
No one knew whether it was a misunderstanding or not, but as the familiar yet unfamiliar horn sounded, the Chaos fleet had arrived!
The garrison of Marlinburg smelled the foul and foul air in the air and almost immediately felt uncomfortable. However, the garrison's morale was high. The defense of Marlinburg was strong enough, and almost everyone was confident in the city's defense. They might not be able to resist the enemy for a long time, but at least they could hold on until the Empire's reinforcements arrived.
As the Chaos fleet approached quickly, the first to engage were the warships of Marlinburg. The captains of the privateers, armed merchant ships, and sail battleships directed the sailors to fire cannonballs. Marlinburg did not have large battleships because it was a commercial city and not suitable for garrisoning. However, the firepower of the armed merchant ships and frigates was not to be underestimated. They fired a series of cannonballs at the Chaos fleet.
The cannonballs penetrated and smashed the dozen dragon ships at the front, but the plague warship was only slightly hindered.
"For Nurgle!" The second brother, Azrak, raised his staff, and the light of Nurgle shone on the warship. These warships that were covered in plague showed amazing resilience. They forced their way through the cannonballs and continued to approach.
The plague warship continued to move forward. What fell into the eyes of the garrison of Marlinburg was the Nurgle fleet that covered the entire area, the largest bay and deep water port of the old world!
Thick green smoke covered the sky. Hundreds of thousands of Northerners were crazily singing the battle song of Noska. They were thirsting for blood!
The plague army approached quickly, and the Green Wolf came riding the wind and waves. The three brothers were overjoyed that they could set foot on the land of the Empire and kill to their heart's content. They soon encountered the first obstacle, which was the sea-sealing iron chain that Marlinburg had prepared in advance!
The steam engine and engines were quickly activated under the control of the mercenaries of Marlinburg. Thick iron chains rose from the bottom of the sea, stopping the plague army's advance. Big Brother Otto could not help but laugh mockingly. He walked to the bow of the ship, stretched out his mutated hand, and pressed on the surface of the seemingly indestructible iron chain.
In just a few minutes, large patches of rust appeared on the surface of the iron chain that had been tempered repeatedly. Black smoke rose from it, and then it melted and broke into two under the horrified gazes of the mercenaries of Marlinburg.
The commander of the city defense, Francesco, watched in disbelief as the first line of defense was breached. He originally thought that the iron chain could last for more than three days, but it only lasted for less than an hour.
"Bastards, you idiots, what are you standing there for? Fire, fire, fire, fire, fire!" Francesco immediately realized that all the soldiers were as shocked as he was. The commander of the city defense quickly shouted at the cannoneers, "Fire! Fire at will! Fire at all the Northerners you can see!"
Terrifying and slow, the plague fleet slowly approached the seawall of Marlinburg.
Firm and stubborn, the coastal defense cannons barked, pouring out the anger of mankind.
The air was filled with yellow-green poisonous smoke and black smoke of gunpowder. Hundreds of solid shells were fired one after another, blasting at the plague fleet with the wrath of the iron-blooded capitalists. They had indeed caused considerable damage to the Nurgle warships, but it was not a problem. No matter how shocking the wounds the solid shells made on the surface of the dragonships, the plague and decay covering the hull would immediately seep out a thick layer of sticky material to plug the gap, and it only took a little time to fill it up.
Just like that, the plague fleet continued to push forward against the ferocious coastal defense cannons of Fort Marlin, until the mercenaries of Fort Marlin could see the barnacles all over the ships. The smoky plague fleet was like a nightmare, and the people of Fort Marlin prayed that they would wake up as soon as possible. Especially the groups of festering Northerners and the heavily armored Chaos Eternal, who could not wait to get up.
But just as the people of Marlinburg believed, the terrifying coastal defense of Marlinburg, the several-dozen-meter-high seawall, the coastal defense cannons as many as the stars in the sky, and the defensive fortifications made of granite and obsidian by the Southerners, made the Northerners feel like they were facing a solid, impenetrable turtle shell.
Grote and his brothers once thought that Marlinburg was as fragile and vulnerable as the rumors said, but now they realized that they were wrong. The city built in the Wetland Bay was really solid. Behind the huge wall was the heavy accumulation of the brilliant civilization and glorious commercial history of the Old World over the past 2000 years. It could even be traced back to the Golden Age when the Goblins arrived in the Old World 5,000 years ago.
Now, everyone's attention was focused on the sea gate in Austerport Fjord, which was the only way to enter the inland sea of Marlinburg. The three brothers immediately ordered the dragonships to attack the sea gate.
The defenders of Marlinburg were already prepared. Although the upper and lower houses of Marlinburg led by Duke Valverde did not immediately call for reinforcements and large-scale recruitment of new troops when they learned of the appearance of the Chaos fleet, they had been reorganizing their armaments, mobilizing mercenaries, and inspecting the fortifications. They had mobilized a total of 6,000 muskets from the warehouses of the major chambers of commerce!
These muskets ranged from homemade handguns and shotguns made in the countryside of the Empire, to exquisite muskets produced in the Nur military factories, and even the dwarven workshops.
Behind the first wave of attack, more plague warships creaked near the port every minute. The tribal warriors rushed into the rain of bullets like meat soup in a boiling pot. The tide of blood and flesh was sent to the wooden planks under the dock by the pouring bullets.
Those who were not wiped out got up and rushed forward, only to be squeezed on a forest of spears. No matter where they attacked, the forest of spears would push them back. Even if the champion warriors in heavy armor rushed into the battlefield, they would be blocked by the low-hanging spears. Their faces would be pierced by the enemy, and their internal organs would be torn apart.
The storm of bullets formed by 6,000 muskets tore apart any Northlander who tried to get close.
The second wave, the third wave, and every time, thousands of people were defeated in front of the sea gate of Marlinburg. Its special location made it impossible for the Army of Chaos to spread out.
Thick smoke rose from the artillery positions on the sea gate of Marlinburg. The indiscriminate bombardment of the coastal defense finally caused the Nurgle fleet that Grote and his brothers were so proud of to suffer visible losses.
After several consecutive attacks by the Chaos, the morale of the defenders of Marlinburg soared. Duke Valverde, who was supervising the battle, sat together with a large group of councilors, raising champagne to celebrate the victory.
"Our Marlinburg is invincible!"
"Marlinburg will never fall!"
"Our coastal defense technology is the best in the world!"
"Hahahaha!"
"We were born with noble status. It doesn't matter if we don't have much work. The work should be handed over to people who are strong."
"General Francesco is experienced in battle. Just leave it to him."
"Damn it, Northlander. Do you think the coastal defense fortress and city defense cannons of Marlinburg are fake?"
"Yes, I'm the happiest today!"
The observation deck was full of happy laughter.
In contrast, the eldest and second brothers of the three Grote brothers were annoyed. They did not expect the defense of Marlinburg to be so strong. Otto, the eldest brother, was about to say something when a Great Disintegration Ray from afar almost hit him and instantly disintegrated the Nurgle Warrior beside him into a pile of dust.
"Eldest brother, what should we do?" Ezrak, the second brother, suddenly said with some uncertainty, "The Northlander's cannons are too powerful. We can't attack!"
"Don't panic, second brother. You deal with those wizard towers. Leave the siege to me." Otto raised his plague scythe and ordered, "Prepare for the airdrop tactic!"
"Airdrop tactic!"
The Nurgle warships quickly began to move. There were some rather clumsily designed ballistae on the dragon boats. These ballistae could only throw stones. Not only the distance was short, but the power was also very limited. The defenders of Marlinburg laughed at the Northlander's backwardness. Only a few unlucky ones were hit by stones occasionally.
But now the situation seemed to have changed.
In every place visible to the naked eye, there were three to six Warriors of Chaos standing together. They hung battle-axes or greatswords on their waists and put shields on their wrists. They stood in a row with their hands clasped together like a lump of iron, pressing their bodies against the ballistae.
Many monsters came out of the warships. They began to pull the firing arms of the ballistae under the command of the Warlocks of Chaos. Dozens of Northlander Marauders pulled together, and the Nurgle warships even tilted in this situation.
The defenders on the walls of the Sea Gate stared blankly at the scene happening on hundreds of warships at the same time. While they were still thinking about what the Northerners were planning to do, there was a loud bang, followed by dozens of loud bangs.
The iron lumps were fired.
The people of Marlinburg were stunned as dozens of iron lumps made of Warriors of Chaos flew into the sky, crossed the sky, fell, and smashed on the coastal defense turrets and city walls. The earth trembled, the sea rolled, and the ground was smashed into one big pit after another.
The Northlander was … using people as cannonballs?
Sending people to their deaths?
While everyone was still laughing at the Northlander, the people of Marlinburg soon realized what a terrible mistake they had made. The group of Warriors of Chaos who were used as cannonballs stagnated for more than ten seconds, stood up as if nothing had happened, and then began to attack. This group of heavily armored Warriors of Chaos faced the gunners and coastal defense cannoneers at close range. Wasn't that just a massacre?
Weren't they smashed to death, crushed to death, or fell to death?
This, this Chaos was unreasonable!
The mercenaries of Marlinburg retreated in horror as they watched the coastal defense cannoneers being destroyed by the Warriors of Chaos. Even the outstanding veterans among the mercenaries could not fight against the Warriors of Chaos without the support of a military formation. These Warriors of Chaos who were chanting the name of Nurgle used their shields to destroy the fixed coastal defense cannoneers, and used their swords, axes, and halberds to slaughter the cannoneers who retreated in chaos and fear.
"Again! Again! " The eldest brother, Otto, laughed loudly. The Warriors of Chaos formed large iron lumps that smashed into the walls of Marlinburg like a meteor shower under the joint attack of the Ultralisks and the barbarians. Every iron lump smashed into the walls of Marlinburg, creating a big hole and causing damage. Then, the Warriors of Chaos stood up as if nothing had happened and attacked the defending army.
"Me too." The third brother, Gurrit, did not want to be outdone. It suddenly raised its body and spat out a dozen large egg sacs. The Northlander laughed maniacally as he loaded the egg sacs onto the launchers of the crossbow bolts. Every creature in the egg sacs struggled in the fleshy launchers.
With a series of loud gunshots, the catapults fired the projectiles.
These egg sacs flew past the front line and splashed into the drainage ditch behind. Only a few mercenaries were hit by the cannoneers. They were smashed into the mud by the strange projectiles, or directly smashed into pieces.
When the people of Marlinburg focused on the Warriors of Chaos in front of them, the guards marching on the streets of the waterway port area ignored the strange creatures with messy limbs. But these monsters with messy limbs had already slithered into the crowd.
This was a disastrous mistake. The bubbles that splashed into the reddish-brown mud of the drainage ditch greedily absorbed the filth flowing around them. They expanded rapidly until the trapped prisoners in the translucent egg sacs had their limbs explode continuously. The hideous and twisted strange eggs opened their moist, bloody mouths. These Chaos Eggs landed behind the defensive line and screamed angrily at the sky.
Then, they began to attack from behind. A Chaos Egg waved its tentacles and long arm, sweeping an entire row of soldiers away. Then, it grabbed a pitiful mercenary and bit off its head.
Wave after wave of Chaos Eggs and Chaos Warriors were sent flying over the defenses and into the city, beginning a massacre.
Everyone in Marlinburg didn't expect this tactic.
This works too???
With chaos as chaos, the people of Marlinburg immediately began to show signs of decline.
After ten hours of battle, dozens of coastal defense artillery positions gradually fell silent. All that was left were shattered cannon barrels, dismembered corpses, and cowardly artillery soldiers that fled. The garrison on the Sea Gate began to collapse after a long battle. They fled in defeat. Most of the mercenaries in Marlinburg worked for money. They wouldn't fight a war that they were bound to lose.
The coastal defense fortress that the upper and lower houses of Marlinburg believed could last for at least three months only lasted for less than a day. The Chaos Army successfully landed and stepped on the corpses of thousands of Marlinburg's garrison troops to reach the land of the Empire.
Grote and his brothers stepped onto the coast and strode forward. Otto and Ezelak stood on their third brother, Gurit, and advanced. Just as they were about to announce that Marlinburg belonged to Nurgle and order the pillaging, something stopped the Northerners from advancing with the low rumble of distant artillery fire, the sound of heavy objects moving forward, and the sound of steam whistles.
The three land ships — Marlinburg on the Shore, Lehman Brothers, and Tulip — joined the battlefield as Marlinburg's trump card!
At the same time, under Duke Valverde's orders, the large ogre mercenary group announced their participation in the battle under the leadership of the legendary ogre leader, Big Stomach!
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