Proof of the Sun King

In the north of the old world, in the northeastern part of the ice and snow kingdom of Kislev, in 2514 in the imperial calendar, in 999 in the Kislev calendar, in late September, the most important fortress in the mountain pass, the Fortress of Vosglade.

The Alpine Pass is the most important defense in the Old World against the northern barbarians and the Kurgan tribes invading the other side of the World Roof Mountains, because this pass is one of the few roads that can pass through the World Roof Mountains relatively gently, on the opposite side of the World Roof Mountains, It is the Kurgan prairie that stretches for tens of thousands of miles, where tens of thousands of Kurgan nomadic tribes are everywhere, ready to invade the civilized world in the south, and Mrs. Keisler also migrated from the high mountain pass here. old world.

However, since the Empress Katarin came to the throne, no Kurgans have attacked from the east in the high mountain pass. Only the barbarians of Norsca and the Chaos Wasteland in the north have moved south from time to time. The scale of 3,000 is slightly reduced, and only about 2,000 defenders can be guaranteed until the reinforcements from Prager arrive in time.

This year has been a bumper harvest, and the joy of the bumper harvest is certainly pleasing, but that is a matter of Kislev, especially the small part of the territory south of the Linsk River, and has nothing to do with these people north of the Linsk River. On the contrary, after September, the north of Kislev has lost a trace of warmth and is covered with snow and ice again.

The army stationed here is very hard, they not only have to face the cold, they have to face loneliness, they have to face the chaos raiders and barbarian warriors that go south from time to time, and they have to face many terrible demonic creatures and even unholy filth. , and face the whispers and corruption of Chaos.

The bodies of many soldiers have mutated during long-term garrisoning. Some of them have grown extra fingers, some have huge skulls, some have forked tongues, some have scales and fur, and some have hair. Fluorescence occurs, and even the most severe ones will grow extra limbs, extra eyes, and heads. If a slight degree of mutation does not affect service, these defenders will voluntarily rush to the front in battle to seek glorious death and liberation, but In the event of a serious mutation, officers will immediately execute the mutant.

It's hard, isn't it? Yes, it is painful.

Very sad, isn't it? Yes, and sad too.

But Mrs. Keisler is proud that they are the sons of the bear god, and the people of the Tsar are willing to sacrifice everything to defend the kingdom, only to survive the tide of destruction from Chaos.

Few of the defenders can live beyond the age of thirty-five, and most of them have no chance of rising in the ranks. A sergeant may be their biggest goal in life, and Kislev can't come up with more. pay or special treatment to these soldiers, but they have no regrets.

Everything is for surviving in this dark world.

It was night time, the wind and snow were whistling outside, and it was extremely cold inside the fortress. All the defenders of Kislev who were not on duty hid in the rooms inside the fortress to keep warm. The ground and walls paved with boulders were as cold as ice, and the soldiers None of them had a coat to wear, and all the cotton coats and animal skin cloaks that could keep out the cold were handed over to the guards on duty. Most of the remaining soldiers wrapped themselves in blankets and quilts, shivering in the dark night.

Even if the conditions are so difficult, rationing is very difficult. Normally, the castle defenders need at least two and a half kilograms of black bread a day, that is, about 1250 grams of black bread to be able to eat enough, but in fact Vosglade The defenders can only supply about 600-700 grams of brown bread a day and a bottle of vodka spirits a month, and lack fresh vegetables and salt, only the nearby Ugor nomads occasionally provide a small amount of meat and egg milk.

The troops along the northern route have also accumulated arrears of wages for more than six months, and most of them can only receive half of their military salaries on time. After a good harvest this month, the national finances have become a little looser, and many soldiers are counting on them. Full pay this month!

"Artyom!" A few soldiers had just finished their duty, and a young soldier was stopped. His face was covered with wind and snow, and his face was frozen, his lips were shivering, and there were a few frostbites on his ears. , Hearing someone call him, he forced a smile: "Selyosha, what's the matter?"

His friend Corporal Seryosha, also a spearman, strode forward with something in his hand, which he shoved into Artem's hand: "To congratulate our motherland on the Millennium Celebration, Tsar Kata Your Majesty Lin has sent us supplies! Celebrate the upcoming Millennium Celebration, Artem, it's your share!"

"Oh oh oh! That's great! There's vodka!" The young spearman hurriedly glanced at what was brought up, and shouted excitedly, the hard work on duty seemed to be swept away.

There were very few things, a bottle of vodka, two pieces of brown bread and a small piece of bacon that was obviously cut in half, which was the gift of the Millennium Celebration from Queen Catalin.

The next thing is very simple, get a large piece of snow from outside the house, light a firewood pile, boil the snow water in an iron pot, filter out the impurities, a few soldiers who are undervalued sat together, they put the bacon in their hands Put the brown bread into the boiling water and start preparing for dinner.

Everyone was shivering from the cold, and wrapped themselves in blankets and quilts. The wind and snow outside seemed endless. After the bacon was thrown into the big iron pot and boiled for a long time, the meat finally melted, and the inside of the pot also appeared. After getting a little oil, a few soldiers carefully sprinkled a little salt with a small wooden spoon, and prepared to eat today's dinner with hot water.

"поехали!"

"поехали!"

Several soldiers picked up the vodka and said it was a bottle of vodka, but it was actually packed in a small square glass bottle, a bottle was only 150 ml, they carefully poured out half of the vodka, and then prayed together, thank you The bear **** Erson and the tsar Katarine bestowed upon them their precious vodka, cheers, this bottle of vodka no one will drink in one go.

For the defenders on the northern frontier, vodka was hard currency.

There are not many things. For a soldier who is like a wolf like a tiger, a meal of black bread that is only half a catty is really not enough. The Lietanian army is equipped with a lot of meat, agricultural and sideline products, and ale. For the northern guards like Artyom, they can only rely on black bread to fill their stomachs.

By the way, if a Holy Grail Knight only eats black bread, he should eat at least five kilograms a day. It is normal to eat seven or eight kilograms, and there are many people who can eat ten kilograms.

After a meal, everyone was not full, but there was not much else to do. Artem sighed deeply. When will this day be over.

It's not that the young soldiers are unwilling, because defending the family and the country always requires people to sacrifice. This is the call of duty and glory, but at least military pay and food must be guaranteed. The defenders here have passed nearly a year. They are half hungry and half full, and the army's salaries have not been paid in full. It is a problem for them to live a life.

It was useless to think so much, Artem took off his coat, got into the icy bed, and soon fell asleep. The defenders were working in two shifts, and they had to train and be on duty again tomorrow.

However, not long after this Mr. Artem entered the dream, in the taiga around the Fortress of Vosglade.

A huge army of Chaos has gradually approached the fortress.

Leading this army of Chaos is the champion of Nurgle's choice, the high-ranking witch doctor of the Sanctuary, the plague doctor Festus.

Few people remember that Festus was once a skilled and compassionate surgeon who established many almshouses throughout Nord. He was adept at using curative ointments, which he cured hundreds of patients every year.

Under the guidance of Dr. Festus, Nord was able to overcome numerous outbreaks of plague: malaria, black foot disease and even the extremely harmful smallpox.

This doctor's long-cherished wish for a lifetime was to cure all diseases, let the sick leave the mortal world, and let mortals no longer suffer from illness.

However, Festus' efforts attracted Nurgle's attention, and the loving father admired the useless efforts of mortals, and spilled the plague soup from his pot to the mortal world.

An apocalyptic fever rages across Nord, and all his efforts are unable to stop the spread of this new and highly contagious disease. He shuts himself up in his laboratory and works around the clock to create a cure. After After countless sleepless nights, Festus was still helpless.

The patients who had been quarantined by the plague faced death, and he had no choice. When the last group of patients died in agony, the doctor couldn't help but get down on his knees and cried out for help.

Suddenly, the corpses with their jaws loose in the research room turned their heads one by one and stared at Festus~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Nurgle's faint voice came out of these dry throats, as if saying that he could. To give Festus not just this fever, but the knowledge to cure all diseases in the world, in exchange for his life's service, Festus agreed, in desperation.

Since then, the compassionate doctor has disappeared, leaving behind the Nurgle witch doctor who has gained endless knowledge of the plague. In his life, only the vast and filthy knowledge of countless diseases and the endless desire for plague experiments are left.

Now, he is back, and he will bring the plague of Nurgle to the world, and share the blessing of the Father with all mortals.

At 3:45 in the morning, the huge army led by Festus had already approached the Fortress of Vosglade.

Chaos' tide of destruction is approaching Kislev.

It was Sunday morning, and the churches in Kislev were just preparing to hold their services and the Millennium Celebration.

The organ band gathers and the commoners will sing together during their performances to celebrate the harvest.

The Kerim guards of Kislev went to the Ice Palace as usual.

Residents of Plager are heading to the Linsk River to collect water.

The Errengrad Pier is still busy.

At four-thirty in the morning, the sun rose over the Roof of the World mountains in the east.

A Chaos army with a number of more than 60,000 people has arrived at the periphery of Vosglade Fortress.

Fifteen minutes later, the artillery of the Chaos Army was loaded, and dozens of Chaos Dwarf Demon Cannons, Chaos Dwarf Lava Cannons, and Chaos Hell Cannons fired together.

Demonic flames and cannonballs rained down from the sky, falling across the fortress, melting the guards who were caught off guard and the seemingly solid walls to slag.

As the alarm sounded throughout the Vosglade Fortress.

The Great Patriotic War has begun!