Warhammer Throne

  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 the Chaos Knights, and the enemy would be bombarded by cannons when 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 army on the left wing, the west wing, is commanded by Marius-Letterdorf. This crazy earl leads the four elites led by Ivey:

  The Knights of the Golden Fleece.

  Black Bear Knights.

  The Bull Knights.

  The two brigades of half-griffon knights of Ivan, Duke of Griffin, this is 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 is very clear about the abilities of Earl Mayk, and he thought that if this battle can be won, perhaps it is 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 terrible combat power, and it may also bring huge disasters to the entire battle. The brainless pigs of the ascetics are likely to achieve unexpected results, but it may also break the line. The empire can only rely on a strong gun formation and shield formation. To deal with the tide of destruction on the opposite side.

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. A great victory is a better way 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)

  Rick guard inner ring knight (20 players)

  Brunswick Honor Guard.

  Franz Guards Corps.

  Griffin Great Sword Group.

  Nur Meritorious Legion Hammer Legion.

  The long-tube firearms led by Hawke.

  Three great sword regiments of the empire, 600 great swordsmen lined up.

  Five guards of the Palace of Braunschweig.

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 Heffenggen. 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 discouraging 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. 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 did you run away, Gelt, Karl-Franz smiled bitterly, as long as you make things clear, I will protect you. Why did you run 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 so much. The great alchemist has turned the battle around many times by relying on his strong and unreasonable pious wind.

"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. 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 was too lazy 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 line of defense in 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 sting, 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 its sharp swords shook off the devil’s cleft hoof and strode forward, and its skull was hanging in the **** light. On the armor.

  Their formation is messy, and only the desire to slaughter is what drives them forward. The only advantage that guarding mortals have is discipline. As always, the primordial beasts will meet the orderly steel array of the empire.

  Yes, 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 couldn't 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. Heilberg has always been a soldier, a pure soldier. No matter internal affairs or diplomacy, Heilberg is amazing. With talent, he can always make everything worse, which makes the emperor very thankful that Heilberg has never been involved in politics, and the battlefield is more suitable for the marshal.

   "Today Charlemagne will witness another great victory belonging to the empire." Heilberg put on his wing 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 griffon helmet that belonged to Karl Franz.

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

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

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

   "Your Majesty, all the soldiers and citizens 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 quickly.

"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 sadness. 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.

  The griffon death claw roar suddenly sounded, it smelled the scent of chaos, desperately eager to tear the enemy, this beast probably won't have to wait longer.

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

   "Then, until the dead." Karl Franz also drew out his Runefang Dragon Tooth Sword.

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

   "Karl Franz!" The emperor's name exploded throughout the front, and all the imperial soldiers could not 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 yield.