Ufrek's attack was ferocious. Noska's brave barbarian warriors and barbarian warriors swung their axes and relied on the might of the dragonboats to charge onto the docks and attempt to engage the defenders.
The defenders of the Chantillon Port also fought back with bows and crossbows. There were archers and crossbowmen on the lookout posts. Under the orders of the guards, they kept reloading and firing. The first wave of barbarian warriors and barbarian warriors were hit by arrows. The Nosikas were very brave and strong. Many of the barbarian raiders ignored the injuries and shouted the names of the hound god, the snake god, the hawk god, or the crow god as they charged at the defenders.
However, even more of the Noskans fell quickly after being hit. Most of the barbarians who traveled south on longboats and dragonships didn't wear armor or only wore leather armor. Even though the Brittany's archery skills and armor piercing abilities weren't that great, the barbarians still suffered heavy casualties. The first few hundred barbarians who rushed to the docks to attack the defenders were almost all killed by the rain of arrows.
If Ufrek knew how to command, he and his army of Worldwalkers could've avoided such terrible casualties. However, the Chosen One of the Four Gods of Chaos and the famous wanderer didn't care about that at all. He only wanted to have a tense and exciting melee with the legendary hero.
"Laing Macado, get the hell out here!" Ufrek strode from the deck of the dragonship to the wooden planks of the docks. Behind him were hundreds of champions of Noska and the Frozen Horn. The powerful Chosen One of the Four Gods of Chaos stepped onto Brittany soil and continued to roar, "Laing Macado, get the hell out here! Are you afraid that your father's body won't rot in the ice and won't have a chance to benefit nature?"
"Knight King, get the hell out here! I'll skewer your father and burn his ashes in the crematorium. It'll smell so good that all the stray dogs and pheasants within eighteen kilometers will come crying for your father's flesh! "Ufrek continued to roar.
More dragonboats docked, and a shocking number of barbarian warriors stepped onto their warhammers. The swamp demons and human-skinned wolves with heavy weaponry walked out of the dragonboats one after another. The raider riders were also yelling and cursing like Uvric.
Only two thousand of the Worldwalkers had boarded the docks. They continued to attack the defenders.
"Go! Kill all the cowardly southerners! "
"Southern bastards, your granddaddy from the north is here!"
"For Khorne, for Chaos!"
The sudden screams above the docks had shaken the defenders. Baron Laxsaar personally moved quickly on top of the city walls, leading a group of knights to urge the defenders to fight with all their might. The fighting strength of the serfs and freedmen was truly average. It was only because they had prepared beforehand and the defenses of the docks were relatively strong that the defenders were able to hold on.
While Ufrek's momentum was frightening and the thousands of dragonships seemed to cover the entire surface of the ocean, only a small number of them could reach the docks. Most of the dragonships and the barbarian warriors on them couldn't reach the docks. Many barbarians even jumped into the water in an attempt to swim ashore.
The Chosen One of Tzeentch, the Labyrinth Watcher, was already prepared. Amidst his sharp roar, several giant egg sacs were hung on the crossbow of the dragon boat. More than 15 barbarian warriors pulled the reins together.
There seemed to be something struggling and twisting in the egg sacs. They let out the most primitive sounds of pain. Every egg sac was once a living human. Unfortunately, they inevitably failed on the great path of demonic ascension. These fellows were either too incompetent or too capable — but they couldn't withstand the blessings of an evil god.
"Fire!" With a loud cannon boom, several egg sacs flew into the air and blasted towards Shantiron Town!
Explosions sounded one after another in the town. At first, none of the defenders thought much of it because most of the residents in the town had already evacuated. The guards tried their best to resist the increasing number of barbarians, hoping to buy time for Brittany's reinforcements to arrive. Baron Laxsaar was very confident because His Excellency Kalad had promised to provide immediate reinforcements if this place was attacked.
This was a very terrifying mistake. The egg sacs didn't move at first when they blasted into the town's buildings, diverting the attention of the defenders. However, while they were still desperately resisting the Nosika's attack, the egg sacs had already swelled. With painful howls, more than ten Chaos Eggs appeared behind the defenders!
Their limbs kept erupting. The hideous, twisted, and strange eggs opened their moist, bloody mouths. These Chaos Eggs waved their twisted tentacles or crab pincers and charged into the garrison from the rear. The garrison stationed at the back was scattered by the Chaos Eggs' attack.
Uvric stepped on the shoulders of the Nosika marauders and stepped onto the city wall. He swung the greatsword in his hand horizontally and chopped off the heads of six Brittany. This legendary hero of Nosika laughed out loud as though he was playing a game. He saw a trebuchet still firing at the dragon boat, so he instantly transformed into a whirlwind of death and charged towards them. All the Brittany pikemen, archers, and sword-and-shield soldiers who tried to stop him along the way were chopped into pieces by his chilling greatsword.
Following Uvric up the city wall were his personal guards, the God's Bestowed Warriors of the Frost Horn. These heavy infantrymen wielding greataxes moved relatively slowly, but the steel torrent they formed was almost unstoppable. The God's Bestowed Warriors swung their battle axes and chopped off the head of a Brittany. Then, they swung their axes again and slit the throats of two infantrymen. They enjoyed the slaughter until Uvric reached out and stabbed his greatsword into the trebuchet. The Wanderer savagely struck the trebuchet thrice with great force. Then, he stuck his greatsword into the trebuchet and stirred it a few times. A trebuchet that had been in service for more than a hundred years collapsed.
As the Noskas continued to land, the defensive line of the garrison began to collapse. The knights and nobles in the city attempted to repel the barbarians by charging. They had indeed achieved some results. A single charge tore apart more than a hundred raiders in leather armor or even without armor. As for the Chaos Eggs, they had dozens of new wounds on their bodies.
The knights and nobles were forced into close combat after the momentum of their charge was used up. The dozen or so knights at the front were quickly overwhelmed by the enemy, and were dragged off their horses by the barbarians and cut open their stomachs with battle axes. The remaining knights and squires gathered around Baron Laxsaar. The baron hesitated for a few seconds between dying gloriously in battle and retreating out of the city as planned, and then chose the latter.
The horn for retreat sounded, and the garrison of Shantiron Town was quickly defeated. Troops after troops of soldiers fled the dock, leaving the fortifications to the Nosikas.
The Nosikas didn't pursue. Instead, they roared and shouted Uvric's name. They seized the time to gather their troops. Uvric immediately signaled for the soldiers to speed up the landing. "Let's burn the capital of the Southerners to ashes!"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah! For the wanderers, for Chaos! "
Almost at the same time as the barbarians cheered, a horn sounded in the distance. "Toot, toot, toot, toot ~"
A brand new army had appeared on the Culona Plains.
Kalad's Northern Front Army had arrived.
The Holy Grail, Count Garamente, Kalad, looked at the burning city from afar. He and his army were marching into the battlefield.
The Northern Front Army placed the infantry on the left wing and a large group of knights on the right wing. The cavalry and infantry advanced together. Behind the infantry and cavalry were 24 cannons carried by mules and donkeys.
"Shantiron Town played its final role. We will rebuild this town later." Marquis Turas rode past Kalad on a pure-blooded elven horse. He pulled the reins. "Please give the order, Your Excellency Kalad. Let us spill the blood of these barbarians all over Brittany's land. Let us guard the land the Lady has bestowed upon us."
A new battle began. Kalad signaled for the army to advance.
"Advance! For the Lady and the King! For Brittany! "
Drums were raised and bugles were blown. The elite infantry of the various Brittany duchies formed a dozen solid phalanxes and advanced under the lead of military musicians and drummers.
On the other side of the battlefield, Ulfric and Edric also saw the Brittany reinforcements. "They're fast!"
The Connet Highland Garrison was at the front. This group of soldiers was very special. They wore checkered skirts and officer's boots, breastplates and gauntlets, and round triangular helmets. They marched forward with the help of the drums. The soldiers shouted loudly. Their morale was high.
Ulfric signaled for the barbarians to stop looting, but only a small portion of them and his personal guards obeyed. The wanderers looked at the garrison mockingly. These men were actually wearing skirts!
"Can the cowardly southerners only send a group of men to fight us?" Ulfric laughed loudly. He patted his dirty pants and looked at them with disdain. "And I will order the Bloody Marauders to fight them."
"For the wanderers, for the chaos!" Under Ulfric's command, the dozen or so gangs gathered into a large battle group. Most of these berserkers held dual axes. They were all devout believers of Khorne. To show their devotion to their master, everyone in the Bloody Marauders was covered in blood. Most of them only wore leather armor, and there were even a few who were half-naked. Many of the barbarian champions held up Khorne's emblem of the Eight Pillars of Chaos and the Eight Pointed Star of Chaos. They held up their bloody trophies to attract Khorne's attention.
The bunch of lunatics had no strategy to speak of. As soon as Ufric gave the order, the entire group of warriors charged forward, starting from the champion of the barbarians. They howled like a pack of rabid dogs and started charging from hundreds of steps away on the plains. Their messy formation made it seem as if they were fighting for their lives.
"Ready!" The officer of the Connet Highland Garrison was very calm. He drew the longsword at his waist and ordered, "Load!"
The Highland Garrison Army's musketeers immediately took down their muskets from their shoulders and began to reload.
"Load!" An entire row of gunners loaded their weapons and got into formation.
"Fire!"
The thunderous sound of gunfire echoed throughout the battlefield. A large cloud of white smoke drifted past. The berserkers at the front were all shot full of holes.
"Second row, load!"
"Fire!" The second row of gunners changed positions and fired.
Another few dozen berserkers fell to the ground. No matter how strong the Norsikas were, they didn't have good armor. Once they were shot, they would only end up on the ground.
But the good news was that the berserkers were getting closer and closer. The two-axe-wielding barbarians finally got the close combat they wanted. Ulvric could already imagine how panicked the barbarians would be. To the Northans, the worst thing they could do against the southerners was not being able to fight in close combat and being attacked from afar.
As long as they seized the opportunity to engage in close combat, the battle was basically in the bag. This was true for the Brittany and even more so for the Empire. The weak southerners might be good with firearms and cannons, but they were far from being a match for the barbarians in close combat. As long as they clashed head-on, the human infantry would quickly panic and crumble in the blink of an eye.
However, what happened next gave Ufric a huge shock!
The Connet Highland Garrison didn't show any signs of wavering in the face of the Norsika berserkers. Instead, they calmly signaled for the gunners to fall back. The halberds and swordsmen behind them moved forward and formed a magnificent halberd formation in an instant. The dozens of berserkers at the front leapt into the air in an attempt to kill their god. However, they were either pierced by halberds or cut in half by swords.
"Advance!" On the contrary, the Highland Garrison actually launched a counterattack against the barbarian berserkers!
On the other side, Lyonasser's Luff's Ambition and Gisole's Ox's Stag Guard gathered together and opened fire at the Scarlet Marauders from the flanks. Under the crossfire of the muskets and the sudden counterattack, the Scarlet Marauders suffered heavy losses. They didn't manage to break through the first wave and were forced to retreat again and again!
The bravery of the Norsika barbarians left as quickly as it came. Since they couldn't break through the first wave and were attacked from the flanks, the Scarlet Marauders that Ulfric had high hopes for were pushed back by the crossfire and the stubborn resistance of the Highland Garrison. Then came the Brittany artillery unit, the Coldstream Guards.
The Coldstream Guards wore brown bearskin hats, red uniforms, and half-body plate armour forged by dwarves. They joined the battle in an orderly fashion. These soldiers who'd returned from the Eight Peaks Mountain expedition didn't bat an eyelid in the face of the barbarians' charge. They calmly launched an attack. The commander of the guards, Lord Phillip Mountbatten, signaled for his men to quickly enter the battlefield and work together. Wave after wave of muskets shot down dozens of barbarians each time. Occasionally, a barbarian would charge in, but the experienced soldiers didn't panic. They calmly surrounded and slaughtered the barbarian berserkers with their halberds.
Bereon's Pig Scoundrel Squad also entered the battlefield. These desperadoes immediately faced off against the Scarlet Marauders.
Under the pincer attack from three sides, the Scarlet Marauders crumbled. After leaving behind hundreds of corpses, they retreated back to the port. The battlefield was filled with the cheers of the Brittany.
Ulfric's expression darkened. Weren't the southerners always afraid of close combat and easily panicked?
Did we land in the wrong place? Was this really the Knight King's kingdom, famous for its trash infantry and lousy long-range firepower?
"Looks like these southerners aren't that weak after all," the wanderer muttered to himself.
"Everyone, assemble!" Ulfric ordered the Norsikas to assemble once more.
At this point, more than eight thousand Norsikas had already landed on Brittany soil. They assembled under Ulfric's repeated orders and marched out of the town to face off against Kalad's army on the Kurona Plains.
The flags of both sides fluttered in the wind as the two armies faced off on the battlefield. Kalad was still giving orders and urging the cannoneers to enter the battlefield as quickly as possible.
Out of habit, Ulfric had already relinquished his command and signaled for the troops to act on their own. The wanderer's thirsty gaze scanned the Brittanian army, and he soon saw Kalad under the commander's flag. He was obviously the commander of this army.
That had to be the Knight King, Laing Macado!
Activate Spirit Tongue!
"Laing, your father is going to be buried today. Why are you still here clearing the line? Moore's Garden is about to get off work. Why aren't you coming to see your father's ashes? " Ulfric scolded Kalad. The wanderer raised his greatsword, Frostbite, at Kalad. "If you have guts, get over here and fight me one-on-one. Now, immediately!"
"???" Kalad was confused. Ulfric's accent was heavy. He couldn't understand what the wanderer was shouting.
"The barbarian champion on the other side seems to want to duel with your champion, my count." Berliat was riding a mixed-blood elven warhorse. This Ugor man filtered Ulfric's profanity and conveyed the key meaning to Kalad. "What do you think?"
Kalad understood this sentence.
Out of the glory of being a Knight of the Holy Grail and his position as the commander, Kalad couldn't refuse Ulfric's challenge. The peerless warrior of Brittany spurred his horse out of the formation.
Seeing this, Ulfric was overjoyed. He also rode out of the formation on his warhorse. He clenched his fist and placed it in front of his chest as a sign of invitation and respect.
Kalad nodded indifferently. He took out a white glove from his pocket and threw it on the ground as a sign of acceptance.
Both sides greeted each other. The army pulled apart to provide an undisturbed battlefield for the champion's duel.
A duel between the champions was about to begin.
But this duel didn't affect the battlefield at all. Amidst the orderly beating of drums and horns, both sides clashed.
"Forward! For the wanderers, for Chaos! "
"For the Lady and the King, for Brittany!"
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