At this time, Dimitri -Zaev, who was in the Central Legion, also noticed this scene. Marshal Kislöw sat on a stool and slapped his thigh hard. "Good! Well done! "
Marshal Romanov, the commander of the Griffin Legion, was also overjoyed. He excitedly rode back and forth on his warhorse and then said to Marshal Zaev, "Marshal, should we go according to the original plan and support Konev?"
"What's the situation with Fedosov?" Marshal Zaev asked. He looked at the battle situation in the distance and was a little hesitant.
The right wing of the 20,000-strong Central Legion was fighting with the Nurgle Legion. It seemed that Festus did not intend to support Prince Sigwald but chose to go south to attack the town of Dagniper where the Fedosov Legion was stationed. Therefore, only a small part of the Central Legion's right wing exchanged fire with the Nurgle Legion.
And as everyone knew, the speed of the Nurgle Legion … was really not flattering. Festus's advance was very slow and dragging.
"Marshal Fedosov is leading Dagniper to resist stubbornly against the city wall!" The scout reported. "The current battle is relatively fierce, but the pressure is not particularly great. The Nurgle Legion seems to be … conserving their strength. The two sides have been fighting fiercely for four hours, and the city wall of Dagniper is still in our hands!"
"That's it." Marshal Zaev immediately ordered, "Gather all the winged cavalry and a part of the Ugor cavalry. Romanov, go and support Konev immediately!"
"Yes!" Romanov, the commander of the Griffin Legion, immediately accepted the order. He led more than 4,000 cavalrymen from the Central Legion and prepared to go west to support Konev and Rokossovsky's army. They must defeat or at least drive all of Perdition's army out of the battlefield!
A large group of cavalrymen moved out and headed west.
However, just as Marshal Romanov's cavalry army moved west to support Konev, the cavalry suddenly discovered that north of them, on the north bank of the Torso River, there was an Army of Chaos of at least 30,000 people slowly gathering!
The cavalry army suddenly felt terrible pressure. Marshal Romanov urgently ordered the messengers to go back and find Marshal Zaev and tell him that on the north bank of the Torso River, a huge army of Chaos was coming!
"As expected, it's not that easy!" Grand Marshal Dimitri Zayev fell into deep thought after receiving the news. Mrs. Kiesler had already received information about the army of Chaos in the north, but she did not expect them to come so quickly.
"The only fortunate thing is that this army of Chaos is still very far from the battlefield. Even if they rush, the scouts estimate that it will take at least fifteen hours before the enemy can begin to try to cross the river."
According to the information from the scouts, the enemy's army was gathering. There should still be some time before they finish gathering and head south to cross the river. Zaev's brain was frantically thinking.
Mrs. Kiesler would definitely be defeated if he waited for the Chaos Army to assemble and cross the river. Therefore, Zaev only had two choices.
First, go support Konev and Rokossovsky, defeat Perdition's army as soon as possible, and then join forces to deal with Nurgle's army.
Second, head east now and deal with the Nurgle Corps together with the Fedosov Corps before considering what to do next.
Marshal Zaev carefully thought about how to make a decision, and he quickly made a decision.
Since Fedosov could deal with the Nurgle's attack, the top priority was to deal with Perdition's army according to the original plan. Moreover, if he attacked Nurgle's army now, it would be tantamount to facing the new Army of Chaos that had just arrived in the north. This was a taboo!
Therefore, Marshal Zaev no longer hesitated. He immediately ordered that other than leaving three infantry corps to assist Fedosov in guarding Dagnipper, the rest of the Central Corps began to advance towards Perdition's army.
Perdition's army suffered another blow, and now Prince Sigwald found that he had to face a three-pronged siege. The huge military pressure made him almost breathless. Prince Sigwald scolded as he personally joined the battle. Wherever he passed, Perdition's silver sword would point, and groups of Mrs. Kiesler would die one after another. The Perdition's Chosen Warriors, Chaos's Chosen Warriors, and Chaos's Chosen Warriors formed a circular defensive line along the entire hill. Although the hill was not steep and was basically only 10 to 20 degrees of slope, it was this slope that caused the Bear Cavalry and the Wing Cavalry to suffer defeat one after another. Mrs. Kiesler launched attacks again and again, but all of them were defeated.
The battle had entered a state of anxiety, but anyone with discerning eyes could see that the defeat of Perdition's army was only a matter of time.
And right on the other side of the Torsor River, on a mountain peak.
Chaos' Eternal Chosen Dark Iron Motekin was riding on the Chaos Steel Bull that Khorne had gifted to him. Behind him was a small part of the main forces of Chaos. Currently, there were only 30,000 people, and the remaining 50,000 people would enter the battlefield one after another.
In addition to these 80,000 people, the Chaos' Army still had 100,000 people who were gathering in the northern wastelands, preparing to go south.
"Eternal Chosen Warrior, we should cross the river immediately." Zech's Chosen Warrior, Hal, the Eternal Eye, stood on Zech's Evil Fire Frisbee and pointed to the distance. "In at most ten hours, the vanguard will be able to cross the Torsor River."
"Who's going? You? Hal? " Motekin rode on the Chaos Steel Bull coldly. He looked at the battlefield in the distance. "I have my plans."
"If you need, I can immediately lead my army …" Zech's Chosen Warrior said humbly. He was different from Khorne Zanaik. He was Zech's assistant to Motekin.
"No, no one will go," Motekin said calmly. Motekin said calmly. The Eternal Chosen One exhaled an endless amount of evil Chaos energy and a dark Chaos force field. He said calmly, "Everyone here will not go. We will not participate in this battle. None of the 80,000 people behind us will participate in this battle."
"Why, Eternal Chosen Warrior?" The Eternal Eye asked curiously. "I can bet that as long as we …"
"I said, we only have one goal." Motekin interrupted the Eternal Eye. "That is the tomb of the Von Zhukov family in the castle of the Empire's Auster, and the head of Oleg Von Zhukov!"
"If we spend too much energy and time here, the Empire will be on guard," Motekin said. He looked at the battlefield from afar as if he was looking at a pile of trash. "The border of Kislev is not small. Even if everything goes smoothly, it will take us at least two months to completely pass through Kislev and enter the Empire. It's too long, too long. It's so long that I can't bear it." Motekin continued to speak. He looked at the battlefield from afar as if he was looking at a pile of trash.
"But Eternal Chosen Warrior, Kislöw is the outermost wooden fence of the old world! These damn southerners are like the sticky moss in the garden of filth, or the cockroaches in the palace of perversion. If we don't get rid of these Russians in one go, they will soon … "The Eternal Eye suggested." If we want to ensure that there are no accidents, we'd better cross the river as soon as possible. "
"I said! We only have one goal! " Motekin repeated. His attitude was cold. "The gods of Chaos have given me glory and power. I am the Eternal Chosen Warrior!"
"Yes, Eternal Chosen Warrior, you are." The Eternal Eye gave up arguing with him and bowed his head in obedience. "But I think I have to remind you that if we lose Prince Sigwald and his army of perversion here, our military strength will suffer a great loss."
"I already have a complete plan." Motekin shook his head coldly. The Eternal Chosen Warrior looked to the west of the battlefield. "As for the loss of Prince Sigwald? Who cares? There are so many Kurgans and Norskahs, Mongols and Huns who want to join his army. He doesn't even care. "
Everything had been arranged. Looking at the time, the Supreme King of Norskahs, Valmir Aislin, and his army of the Norskahs should be arriving.
It was time to deal the final blow to these annoying southerners!
On the great plains in front of Zedevka, the battle was still going on. It was now one o 'clock in the afternoon.
The army of perversion was on the verge of collapse. They had lost more than 18,000 people, and the remaining 20,000 were beaten up by Kislöw's army behind the hills.
However, the remaining army was the elite. Under the personal command of Prince Sigwald, the three marshals, Konev, Rokossovsky and Romanov, were still unable to completely conquer the hills.
At the same time, the believers of perversion were getting more and more energetic. However, Kislöw's army was gradually getting tired. Most of the soldiers had only eaten breakfast. Hunger was beginning to bother them. In order to join the battle as soon as possible, the marshals reduced the rest time of the soldiers. As noon and afternoon approached, the soldiers gradually became tired. Even the horses of the winged cavalry and the Bear Cavalry's giant bear mounts were showing signs of fatigue.
Even so, the army of perversion seemed like an arrow at the end of its flight. Their main position was repeatedly breached. At the deepest point, the Karim guards even rushed to Prince Sigwald. There were more than a hundred corpses of Mrs. Kiesler left in front of Prince Sigwald. Although Prince Sigwald was a powerful man of the sacred realm, he could not fight against so many enemies alone. In order to deal with him, Mrs. Kiesler reluctantly took out the holy water bullets produced by the Nur Military Factory and blessed by the Church of Justice. These bullets were specially made to destroy magic and the filth of Chaos. Prince Sigwald had already been wounded in two places.
At this time, Marshal Konev was still fighting in the hills. The giant bear under him slapped a perverted Chosen Warrior in the face. The bear's claws made a sharp sound along the armor, and sparks flew. The perverted Chosen Warrior was slapped to the ground, but he reached out and grabbed the giant bear's claws. He wildly praised the perverted name, and then pulled back forcefully. The giant bear's body swayed slightly, and it had to step on the ground with one paw to maintain balance.
Marshal Konev pulled the reins hard and signaled the giant bear what to do. The mount immediately understood. It stretched out its mouth and bit the perverted warrior's gauntlet. The perverted warrior was also bitten off. Marshal Konev swung the sword in his hand and directly cut off the warrior's arm. Then, he added a stab to his neck. Black blood splattered everywhere.
Looking up, victory was close at hand. Half of the Bear Cavalry had died in the bloody battle. Konev knew that this victory was due to the support of Rokossovsky and Romanov's cavalry. They supported his flank with arrows and machetes.
Soldiers fell in droves. Many Kislöw recruits, Kesa warriors, and even Karim guards died in the battle. But this was the price that had to be paid. Now, everyone would bask in the glory of victory …
"Marshal! Your Excellency! " At this time, Ugor, who was covered in blood and had a Noska flying axe on his back, ran from afar. "Your Excellency, look, look to the west!"
"West, west? What? " Konev was a little confused at first. Then, he immediately realized something. He rode the tired giant bear and retreated a few steps. The Kesa warriors behind him charged up and fought with the Warriors of Chaos again. The marshal retreated from the fierce battle. "What? What is it? "
"Marshal, we found an army approaching from the west!" The scout shouted in Konev's ear.
"Damn it! What is that? "Konev immediately took out his monocular.
"They're here, they're finally here!" On the hill, the beautiful Prince Sigwald put down his monocular. The Chosen Champion was dancing with joy. "It's Aislin, it's Aislin and his Noska Mountain Army. It's that hot man, it's him, it's him, it's him, it's him, it's him! He's coming from the west! I must give him a hot kiss. I'll stick my tongue in and let him know how much I love him! "
"It's the Supreme King of Noska, Aislin and his Noska Mountain Army!" Konev's body was cold, and Kislev's hands were shaking uncontrollably. His forehead was sweating profusely, and large drops of sweat fell in the cold air of Kislev.
Rokossovsky and Romanov were also shocked. No one expected the Noska Mountain Army to arrive so quickly. They were still forty-five kilometers away from here ten hours ago! How could they arrive so quickly? Prince Sigwald couldn't have foreseen their predicament and asked Aislin for help ten hours in advance!
This was impossible! The two marshals were about to look again when Konev shouted, "No need to look anymore, I said no need to look anymore! It's Valmir Aislin and his Noska Mountain Army! "
"Damn it! Damn it! Oh, my Wusun! Give me two more hours, give me two more hours and we'll definitely take Sigwald's head! "Marshal Romanov slapped his thigh.
"I'll stop Aislin and his Noska Mountain Army!" Rokossovsky shouted. He pulled the reins of his mount and was about to get on.
"You can't stop them! Konstantin! " Konev knew that most of Rokossovsky's men were small fries. How could they stop the Supreme King of Noska and his Noska Mountain Army?
"We'll hold them off for as long as we can!" Rokossovsky shouted resolutely.
With that, the marshal of the Bear Cavalry rode away without looking back.
Ten minutes later, in Zedevka Town.
"It's the Noska Mountain Army! It's Valmir Aislin! He's attacking from the side with his men! Your Majesty Tsar, Rokossovsky's army won't be able to stop the Noska Mountain Army! " The Ice Palace's Sergeant-Major, Alexei, was beside the Tsar who was holding the Dwarven Exquisite Rune Telescope. He was filled with panic and despair as he shouted, "Your Majesty? What should we do? Your Majesty? "
A luxurious Tsar's sleigh was pulled out of Zedevka's wooden gate by four reindeer. Katarina coldly put away the telescope and walked down from the wall. "Soldiers! My sisters! Follow me! "
"We can't lose this battle!" Katarin boarded her own Tsar Emperor's sleigh. She pulled out the Sword of Ivan Vasilyevich and shouted, "Let us annihilate Aslin, his Mountain Legion, and the Pernicious Legion!"
"Advance! For Essun, for Kislöw, for Tsar! "
"Advance!"
Just like that, Tsar decided to personally lead her Kislöw Tsar's army to meet the Noska Mountain Army!
The battle was getting more and more intense.
At this moment, on the mountain north of the Torso River, Motekin signaled for them to leave.
"The outcome has been decided."
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