Warhammer Throne

ps: 5500 words in this chapter, a large amount of control, I wish you all a happy reading!

For a long time, the goblin wolf cavalry regiment led by the goblin warlord has continuously harassed the expeditionary army’s transportation team, causing a lot of troubles and troubles on the eight peak mountain expedition, but Ryan and Bellegar must be impossible. Come back to solve this harassment unit, because if this is the case, Skarsnick's scheme will really be hit!

And now, François' plan is to solve this huge wolf cavalry army.

This goblin wolf cavalry army led by the goblin warlord Jitt-Sour stomach has a huge number. According to reports from scouts many times, there are at least five hundred green-skinned war pig boys, five or six thousand goblin wolf cavalry, brothers The Brin Spider Knight, the Goblin Squigger, five or six thousand Goblin Infantry, and a small number of Goblin Infantry, together are expected to be at least 12,000, lacking heavy armored infantry and siege equipment.

But Francois’s army was only three or four thousand people, and it was mainly a heavy cavalry composed of knights and knights. The impact was very strong, but it was impossible to catch up with this goblin wolf cavalry army in terms of speed.

"This wolf cavalry corps is indeed a big cancer and must be eradicated, but...what should we do?" Gerrod asked, "We don't have enough troops, and we lack enough long-range weapons. If we fight in the field, we are very It's easy to fall into the situation of being called back."

In the big tent of the military barracks, everyone is waiting for François' next order. His chief courtier Chasis-Morning Star is making black tea for François.

"Remove, isn't it..." Francois paused, Duke Weinford always maintained his elegant movement and demeanor, he took the teacup from the hand of the prophet of the lake god, and took a sip.

"Your Excellency Duke!" Outside the big tent, the baron of the Spire Palace, named by Ryan, came in safely. He knelt down on one knee: "Your Excellency, there are only one hundred and twenty guns in the fort, and there are no bullets. too much."

"How many dwarf hand crossbows are there?" François was very calm, and he even looked at Lucien with some kindness.

What few people know is that Lucien and François are related by blood. He is the illegitimate son of François’s nephew who died in the first battle of La-Messenel Abbey, and the only descendant, therefore François not only promoted him vigorously, but also assigned him to Ryan. Lucien was responsible for staying behind the military fort during the Great Eight Peaks Expedition.

"There are not many dwarf hand crossbows, there are more than five hundred." Lucien continued.

"Well, I see." Francois nodded.

"Duke, what are you going to do?" Sir Bayar, the knight of the Holy Grail, asked seriously: "We all obey your orders, but..."

"But based on our current military strength, it is impossible to win this victory, right?" François said calmly, and the old man even smiled elegantly, his eyes full of wisdom. : "Lucian?"

"Your Excellency the Duke!" Lucien knelt on one knee, and he raised his head in confusion.

"I ask you, what determines the victory or defeat on the battlefield?" François sat calmly on the main seat. Stroking his long goatee.

"This..." Lucien didn't know how to answer.

"Huh! The size of the army and the power of the musket are of secondary importance." Francois stood up: "What is really important is the time and place, and our devotion and belief in women, as long as there are women With the blessing and strength of this world, how can we Breton knights have any reason to fear war!"

"Oh!!!" The knights in the big tent all burst out with excited roars, they can't wait to show their virtues and strength under the gaze of the fairy in the lake!

"Gather the army, ready to go!" Francois stood up: "Three thousand people, enough!"

"The tactics of the Goblin Legion are very simple and clear. They want to lure the enemy into deep, siege, and then destroy." François said very calmly: "In this case, we deliberately deliberately go deeper to lure them to attack us. ! Take a day off, and tomorrow, I will arrange a holiday supply convoy that I have prepared in advance, ready to go!"

"Yes!" All the knights stood up and took the order loudly.

In this way, three days before the wood elven army arrived at the stream post, François led an army of 3,000 plus a lot of civilians. On the surface, he carried a large amount of luggage and logistical supplies. It looks like this is a vanguard, the destination is to march towards Iron Rock and then south.

Sure enough, after the goblin warlord Kit-Suwei got the news, he immediately led the entire goblin wolf cavalry regiment, like he smelled a **** shark, rolling around, and Kit-Suwei saw that the opponent had fewer soldiers, and Carrying a lot of luggage, I really can't wait to swallow this whole army in one bite.

Fortunately, Gite-Sour stomach kept Skarsnick's instructions in mind and did not rush forward. It was always accompanied by François and his army, looking for opportunities across a river of bad water.

By this time it was November, and the Badwater River was in a dry season. The goblin wolf cavalry could easily cross the river directly, but the cunning Gite-Sour stomach never took the initiative to attack. It was waiting for an opportunity.

Similarly, the pace of advancement is not fast, and even François, who is a little slow, is also waiting for the opportunity.

On November 12th, at night, on the edge of the Badlands, on the banks of the Badwater River, Francois' army barracks.

Very abnormally, there was a downpour of rain on the sky.

Under the influence of heavy rain, the army's advance was difficult. The knights also complained. The transport team was stuck in the mud. François ordered the army to camp and rest in place. The duke and several knight generals were fully armed. Just sit in the big tent to hide from the rain.

"Shushasha~" The dense rain watered the entire riverside land. François walked out of the big tent alone. He looked up at the dense raindrops and held the Unicorn Sword in his hand. This one is the same as Brittany. The blade of an artifact of the same age is shining with pure white light and platinum flames. Even in heavy rain, there is no sign of extinguishing. It belongs to the coat of arms of the pure day horse family of the Principality of Winford and belongs to Franco. Wa's personal unicorn coat of arms, as well as the family coat of arms of the many knights who came to the rescue this time, fluttered back and forth in the heavy rain. The rain hit the armor and soaked the inner lining, exuding a deep chill. .

"Cousin, it's raining heavily outside. You should come in to take shelter." Gerrod came out of the tent. The paladin stood behind François. In the heavy rain, François's broad back Like a city wall: "It's warmer inside."

"War, there is no difference between cold and warm." François turned around, and he looked at his cousin Sir Gerrod gently: "So does the green skin."

"Green skin?" Gerrod's long blonde hair was already wet by the rain.

"Well, green skin." François was still standing in the rain. He raised his head and looked at the dark night sky under the heavy rain: "You have to understand, Jerrold, how we can use our strengths in the war. How to circumvent our shortcomings, how to concentrate superior forces to destroy the enemy, and how to judge when is the right time to attack."

Behind François, all the oilcloths on the supply carts were lifted! It was filled with various wooden fences and horse-riding formations! And a huge number of crossbow arrows!

The civilians have already started their work. In the heavy rain, they nailed the wooden fence deep in the muddy ground under the scolding and command of the knight master, and arranged the horse-riding formations neatly.

Before long, the entire camp was armed like a hedgehog.

"This is?!" Jerrold's eyes widened: "My Duke? Is it Green Skin?!"

"Bayar and Pierre have each led a thousand knights out." François had a cruel and cold smile on his face: "Today, it is from the Green Pied Goblin Wolf Cavalry Corps. end!"

"Ready to fight!"

"Ready to fight!!!"

The melodious and majestic horn sounded throughout the camp.

In the rain curtain formed by the heavy rain, the goblin warlord Jitt-Sour Stomach also heard the sound of the horn.

It is leading the entire goblin wolf cavalry army across the river of bad water, preparing to take advantage of the rainy night to surprise the canned shrimp army and their transport team from afar.

"Hehe, the enemy is in trouble! The enemy is tired, I'm waaagh!" Kit Sour Stomach squeezed his facial features hard to make his expression look more vicious: "I, I found a chance! Little ones! , Follow me for a real waaaagh today!"

"Waaaagh!" Thousands of goblin wolf cavalry rushed across the river of bad water, following the green-skinned war pig boys rushing in the forefront, behind them were more goblin Squigg riders and spider riders. There are also large groups of goblin troops.

Gite-Sour stomach has been waiting for the fighter, and now it has waited.

The sudden heavy rain has flooded the whole river in mud, and the canned shrimps can't wash it up! And under the influence of such heavy rain, the enemy's muskets can no longer do anything, hehehe~ a great opportunity is here! The goblin warlord thought of this, and raised the sword in his hand: "waaagh!"

"Waaaagh!!!"

The torrent of green skins formed a vast green ocean, rolling towards the enemy's camp.

This is the reason Gite-Suwei decided to attack in an all-round way. First, heavy rain can make the expeditionary army’s muskets extremely difficult to fire. Second, due to the muddy environment formed by the heavy rain, it is difficult for the canned shrimps to take advantage of their own group’s charge. !

We will win this battle!

However, just as Kit-Sour Stomach led the green-skinned cavalry that could almost cover the entire river beach to François' camp, the scene in front of the Goblin warlord made his eyes wide open!

Wooden fence! Rejection! Anti-horse fence!

The whole camp is like a hedgehog!

Before they had time to signal the army to stop, the hundreds of green-skinned war pig boys rushed to the hedgehog-like position without thinking, and a large number of dwarf hand crossbows transferred from the arsenal began to be loaded into the hands of the serf infantry disguised as civilians. ,volley!

"Shoo~" In the rainstorm, the crossbow bolts were shot at the enemy like locusts. The green-skinned war pig boys who rushed to the front kept falling down with arrows, just lying in the rain and wailing. So, the mud caused by the heavy rain not only affected the knights, but also the green-skinned cavalry. They rushed to the wooden fence and the horse-proof fence one after another, and fell to death one after another!

"Chong! Chong! Give me a charge!!!" Jitt-Sour stomach immediately motioned to the cavalry behind to keep up! The enemy only has two rows of wooden fences and horse-proof fences. How could it be possible to withstand thousands of cavalrymen and several goblin legions behind him? !

"Waaagh!"

"Waaaagh!!!"

With the command of Kit-Sour Stomach, the goblin wolf cavalry and goblin Squigg riders rushed towards the camp madly. The goblins and wolves in front fell down with arrows, and the Squigg rider behind They stepped on their corpses and rushed up, braving the long-range firepower formed by densely packed crossbows to suppress, vowing to step on this camp to a flat ground!

Two rows of wooden fences blocked the green-skinned army for a while, but obviously they couldn’t stop the green-skinned army for too long. As the greenskins used countless war pig boys and goblin wolf cavalry bodies to forcibly fill the horses at any cost. With the array and wooden fence, the greenskins have already approached the camp gate.

"Prepare." François is holding the sword of the unicorn. Behind him are thousands of knights and knights who have formed a very close shield formation. The Duke is not in a hurry, he To his courtier Chaxis-Morning Star said: "It's time to start."

"Yes!" The prophet of the lake **** immediately began to chant divine arts.

"Boom~" There was a cracking sound from the wooden camp gate.

"Boom~Boom!" Finally, the simple camp door was rushed open, and a few green-skinned war pig boys and a few goblin wolves rode oncoming, they roared, roared, and charged in the heavy rain. To François and his army.

But they immediately realized something was wrong.

The camp gate is too narrow! Only two or three green-skinned cavalry can pass through at the same time! And François led a large group of foot knights and knight retinues firmly blocked the narrow gate! The green-skinned cavalry had no way to rush up, and no way to expand!

The massacre has begun!

François personally fought at the forefront. The Duke of Winford moved his magnificent dance steps among the greenskins, his body rotated in place, his hands clenched the sword of the unicorn, his strength was retracted, his waist was turned, and his strength was exerted. , Jian Feng swept.

A green-skinned war pig boy was directly cut into two pieces by him.

Two goblin wolf cavalry rushed in, François spun around gorgeously, the dirty head of the goblin flew into the sky in the rainstorm, and then he ducked his head to avoid the wolf’s teeth with the sword in his hand. Turned over, two wolves died at the same time.

With each sword, at least one green-skinned cavalry was destroyed, and with each turn, a large group of enemies were violently killed in François's body.

But the old man’s body was not stained with a drop of blood or a piece of meat. Under heavy rain, his armor, burqa, and cloak were soaked in rain, but his whole body exuded the terrible light of the lake god, bright , Dazzling, glorious and supreme.

"Follow the Duke! Follow the Duke!!!" Sir Gerrod shouted wildly in the rain, and the morale of the Breton knights skyrocketed and rushed towards the enemy.

Under the heavy rain, in the moonlight, the war continued.

The old father-in-law was in charge, and the greenskins were unable to break through the entrance of the camp after hundreds of deaths and injuries. François and the large group of foot knights were surrounded by a sea of ​​corpses.

Two green-skinned warlords rushed up to try to solve the shining canned shrimps. The solution was all the lords of François. They could not even support a round in front of the Duke.

The raindrops hit the ground, as if they were playing exciting music. The green-skinned cavalry rushed into the camp gate in vain.

"For Madam! For Bretania!!!" The knights roared selflessly and went into battle.

"In order to **** brother Mao, young ones, give me a duck! Beat, beat the shiny canned shrimp, beat it!!!" Goblin warlord Jitt-Sour stomach is still yelling angrily, it The army lacked siege equipment, and it was in heavy rain. Now, the entire group of green-skinned cavalry squeezed into a group on the riverside, and they couldn’t even spread the shops. The Goblin warlord was commanding the cavalry to disperse. When the two wings flanked the enemy's camp, a goblin wolf cavalry rushed in the heavy rain: "Boss! Boss! Not good~~~!"

"What's wrong?" Kit Sour Stomach wiped his face vigorously, and the rain continued to flow down its face.

"East, there are many canned shrimps in the east! Riding over here!"

"What?!" Before Jitt-Sour Stomach had time to react, another goblin wolf cavalry ran over to report: "It's not good, boss, there are also many canned shrimps rushing to the west! And these shrimps are so fast, okay So fast, faster than applying red!"

"Ah! Little ones, we are in an ambush!" Jitt-Sour stomach finally realized that the situation was not good, and he quickly signaled: "Retreat! Retreat!!! Retreat to the other side of the Bad River, retreat!! !"

Greenskin gave up the siege of the camp and began to retreat, but when the Goblin Wolves tried to retreat to the other side of the Badwater River under the torrential rain and mud, the swelling river and turbulent rapids blocked them. Retreating, hundreds of green-skinned cavalry who tried to cross the river were directly swept away by the river.

"It's bad." Jitt-Sour stomach had a premonition that something was going wrong. Now it and its 10,000 army are stuck in the northern bank of the Badwater River, and they are chaotic, messy, and timid. Everyone of the goblins rushed to cross the river, and they ended up being swept away by the turbulent river.

The goblin warlord raised his head and looked into the dark distance.

In the east, there are countless canned shrimps riding war horses, assembled into a large array of lances, rushing towards a chaotic army of green skins.

In the West, there are also numerous canned dried shrimps that are approaching.

In the north, François has also turned on his horse. The knights formed a lance formation behind him. The eight-ring magic of the lake **** "Gallop in the clouds" has been set on the knights. In this way, even in In the torrential rain, the knight masters also walked flat on the ground.

Lake God Prophet Chaxis-Morning Star continued to cast spells, and the night sky was as bright as day.

"The story of this goblin wolf cavalry army is going to be in my hands today. It's over." Francois sneered. He raised the glowing unicorn sword in his hand and roared: "My knight brother Guys! Go ahead! For the lady!"

"For the lady!!!" In this way, the three-way knights in three directions simultaneously charged towards the goblin wolf cavalry group crowded on the river.

That night, a huge brutal massacre against the green-skinned cavalry began. Under the leadership of François, the Breton knights chased more than ten kilometers along the river of bad water. When dawn arrived At that time, the entire river of bad water was almost filled with green skin blood and corpses.

In addition to the green-skinned warlord Gite-Sour stomach led by more than a hundred horses to flee to death, the green-skinned goblin wolf cavalry army, which is more than 12,000, has since become history and the knight’s Military medal.

At the cost of less than three hundred people, François won a big victory. His name excited the Orcs and feared the Goblins.

This war is called the "Battle of the Bad River".

A week after the Battle of the Badwater, before the Roof of the World, Hall of the Dwarves Ancestors of the Eight Peaks, and Skasnik’s Throne.

Goblin warlord Jitt-Sour Stomach knelt in front of the Bafeng Mountain general with tears and tears: "It's not good! Boss!"

"The wolf cavalry is over, it's all over!!!"

"What! It's all over???"