Warhammer

An envoy declared on the spot with hatred: Even if the North cannot defeat the greenskins in the future and the kingdom falls, even if the chivalrous army of the ordered tribes helps me restore my country and kill all the greenskin pirates, it will not be able to wipe out today's shame!

There is another implication in this statement, which is that if the Estalia sign such a harsh treaty, it would be better for them to just give it their all and leave the rest to fate. Even if their country is destroyed, it is better for them to wait for the elves, the empire, and Brother Batol to come to their rescue and help the Estalia restore their country than to sign such an armistice agreement.

But ceasefire is the temporary consensus reached in the Northern Parliament and is the current mainstream thought in the North. No matter how difficult it is, as long as there is hope of trying, we must always try again.

So after the first day ended in a bad mood, the two sides returned to the negotiating table.

For the Estalia envoys who participated in the negotiations, this was undoubtedly a difficult task that was a huge test of both physical and mental strength. On the one hand, they had to endure the provocation and intimidation of the Greenskin Alliance, and on the other hand, they had to constantly argue and modify the conditions of the armistice agreement.

Except for the first article of the treaty recognizing the cession of land, the Estalia knew that there was no other way to take back what belonged to them except through force; and the greenskins did not seem to want to disrupt the negotiations in the name of this, so neither side mentioned it again. The other articles were slowly negotiated with great concessions through the efforts of the Estalia.

For example, the third article on colonies and additional taxes was replaced by the Estalia paying 5% of the value of traded goods to the greenskins for twenty years.

If a Sartosa breaks the law within the Kingdom of Estalia, he will be tried by a joint court composed of people from both sides.

Greenskin caravans are allowed to enter, but only in designated trading cities and routes.

The limit on the army that the Estalians can have is mentioned as fifty thousand men….

The conditions were gradually changing in a direction that the Estalia people could reluctantly accept. In the process, their bottom line was also moving closer and closer. It was a two-way process.

The progress of the ceasefire was also promptly synchronized to Bill Barry bit by bit. Given the greenskins' temperament, they were willing to talk rather than continue fighting. Regardless of whether they would overturn the table later or not, at least they were given a chance to set the table, which was already very good for the parliament that currently wanted peace.

The current conditions have already reached the edge of the Estalia people's psychological expectations for agreeing to a ceasefire. If a little more concession can be obtained, the Northern Parliament should hold a vote to see whether to accept it.

Will it go so smoothly...?

Some people murmured in their hearts.

When the new day came, the messenger was ready to fight a protracted war for a whole day. As long as he could persuade the pirates to give in, and the green-skinned warlord, who had not come to attack again after suppressing the whole situation with his foul words, had no objection to this, a ceasefire would be reached.

Regardless of the final outcome, the "Bust Peace Talks" are destined to become a very important turning point in the war between the Kingdom of Estalia and the Greenskins.

However, this time, an unexpected change occurred.

.........

"Go lick the soles of your goddess' feet! See if the blind Myrmidia will help you defend the last city!"

The pirate messenger suddenly pulled out a weapon from under the table and slashed it with a knife with a laugh, sending wood chips flying everywhere.

The pirates present at the meeting suddenly drew their weapons and surrounded the unarmed Estalia envoys, who only carried large pieces of documents and memoranda.

"You want to disrupt the peace talks!?"

Someone shouted in horror.

During this period, the greenskins showed extraordinary restraint and the greatest "sincerity" that could be shown by the greenskins, so much so that many people really began to believe that this peace talk was an opportunity for temporary peace.

The pirate leader's ferocious face showed a mocking expression and he nodded his chin forward. Then his subordinates swiftly captured the messengers.

On the other side of the camp, a carefully planned attack had already begun.

The northern envoys who came with the negotiation team but did not attend today's meeting were all disarmed and captured by the pirates who suddenly broke in and were put under centralized custody.

In the midst of extreme fear, a piece of shocking news was spread among the captured envoys by the pirate envoys in a boastful and mocking manner.

"The greenskin fleet has already attacked the northwest of Bilbarri, in the city of Port Saint Louis, north of the Saffro Hills. An elite greenskin army has crossed the Saffro Hills and headed straight to the Thomas River. They will soon be at the gates of Bilbarri!"

"Sahagen is now an isolated city. When the great warlord's army marches north to clear the obstacles, and the army of Saint Louis marches east, the three armies will merge and immediately capture the city of Bilbarri and take over the entire Kingdom of Estalia!"

Chapter 44: Greenskins Robbery Alliance and Good News from the South

The green-skinned barbarians robbed the alliance!

All this was both expected and not unexpected.

Under the strong control of the warlords, the greenskins showed extraordinary restraint during this period, which paralyzed the Estalia people for a time and made them sincerely believe that the former's aggressive army had really considered peace talks because of the casualties.

During the tug-of-war negotiations with the pirates, the other party had a bad attitude, but it was not to the point where the talks could not go on, and this strengthened many people's trust in the peace talks. Given the greenskins' temperament, the fact that they did not continue to resort to violence but chose to tolerate the continuation of the negotiations was very telling.

The warlord chose to use his extraordinary green-skinned side to launch this despicable fraud, successfully gaining an advantage for the coalition forces on the northern battlefield once again.

St. Louis fell, and Sahaguén was isolated by the green tide, along with tens of thousands of defenders in the city, all became victims of the greenskins' knives.

The panicked Bilbarri, the last and largest bastion of resistance of the Estalia, was panicked and shocked by the news of the greenskin robbers' sneak attack.

The parliament was in chaos. The pro-war faction, who had previously advocated insisting on continuing the war, became anxious and cursed in the meeting hall with saliva flying everywhere. Those who advocated negotiations and recuperation were speechless and looked ashen after being refuted.

Ruined.

Anyone with some knowledge of military affairs can easily see from the map that today's Bilbao has undoubtedly become an "isolated city".

St. Louis fell and Sahagun was isolated behind enemy lines. Barbosa in the east was too far away, equivalent to the distance from Bilbao to Demonterrey, and its own development was not very good, so it was difficult to provide much help and it might even require the northern main city to send troops to assist in defense.

Having lost control of the sea, the greenskin army could easily land anywhere in Bilbarry Bay. After cutting off the Catabio Way and crossing the Thomas River, Bilbarry would be caught in a double siege by the enemy from land and sea, just like Margarita before it.

Geographically and diplomatically isolated, military aid cut off, and then the enemy's continuous and fierce attacks, eventually the city walls were chipped away step by step, and the defense line collapsed...

From then on, the last force in the entire Estalia Kingdom that could represent the official orthodoxy of the kingdom was destroyed.

The angry generals accused the peace faction of misleading the country and the people by pinning their hopes on negotiations, but now was not the time to continue to create divisions. The military tribunes mobilized and forced the Northern Parliament to pass a resolution with a tough attitude:

From now on, a military tribune council will be established outside the framework of the parliament, with a committee system of ten generals, and the parliament will be granted the highest power. When necessary, all people and materials in the city, including the Northern Parliament itself, must obey the orders of the ten generals.

Led by the Grand Military Tribune, this military committee consisted of twelve tribunes who were considered to have military talent and personal prestige, colonial nobles, and even the leader of a large mercenary group. The twelve people adopted the principle of minority obeying majority - when there was a conflict, a vote would be immediately initiated, and they controlled the highest power in the city of Bilbao.

Among the twelve generals, nine are responsible for a certain direction respectively, such as conscription, fleet, road guarding, liaison with wealthy businessmen and nobles in the city, connection with the Northern Parliament, etc., and three are responsible for integrating all parties.

Because of the failure of the peace talks and the despicable sneak attack by the greenskins, the morale of the people in the city was depressed, resentful and full of hatred.

The decision to fight to the death has, at least for now, seemingly received unanimous support and promotion from top to bottom.

However, as the most prestigious and capable military tribune among the twelve generals, the most experienced and most reliable, the veteran general of the kingdom and the other generals all knew clearly:

From the moment the decision to negotiate peace was made, the Bilbarri people's determination and belief in fighting to the death had been weakened. Even if their hatred was briefly rekindled due to the humiliation of the greenskin alliance, it would be difficult for them to achieve the effect of immediately mobilizing all forces and calling on everyone to fight to the death after the fall of Fortress Santa Mona.

Everything nowadays is nothing more than patching up as much as possible on an unfavorable and erroneous basis.

Bilbarri, already an isolated city, had put in a lot of effort in several consecutive battles, from Diamonteri to Mona Fortress. The exhausted Northern Kingdom stood up and struggled to take a defensive posture.

Is there really a chance to parry or even defeat the greenskin invaders' aggressive, all-round attack?

.........

Outside the city gate, a drop of water sliding down the edge of a helmet woke the sleepy guard from his trance. He yawned and stretched.

The crisp sound of horse hooves coming from the morning mist woke him from his trance. From the sound, he could tell that a group of people were riding horses towards the city gate. The torches erected on both sides of the road for lighting had been burning all night, and the flames illuminated the distance of the road.

He looked at his companions. Most of them also had deep fatigue on their faces. It seemed that they should not have gone to the Arab brothel during the day. Those who had been trained were as nimble as snakes, twisting their waists, draining people's energy like leprosy worms, while also draining their bodies and pockets.

The guard raised his spear and took a few steps forward, ready to stop the person and question him.

Balls of fire lit up on the city wall, dispelling some of the early morning chill. The guard nudged his sleepy companion, and the sound of horse hooves was getting closer.

Faintly, he seemed to hear the man on horseback shouting something in the fog.

"Stop! Who is it..."

"Great victory in the South! Great victory in the South!"

The shouts, distorted by excitement, were not clearly heard by the guards until the line of knights rushed out of the fog.

"The South? What South? Did they win the war there?"

The guard was a little surprised. Seeing that the other party did not slow down, although confused, he still insisted on performing his duty. Together with his companions, he pulled the barricades in the road, and several of them dispersed and pointed their spears at the newcomers.

The knights were not too impulsive. They began to slow down when there was still a certain distance, and stopped a short distance away from the city gate. The man running in the front quickly jumped off his horse. His hair was wet, he was covered in dust, and he was wearing a leather armor cloak.

The guard narrowed his eyes, this was an outfit he was very familiar with.

Ranger Regiment.

The man took off his sword and raised it in his hand, waved it at the guard, then threw it on the ground and ran towards him, pulling out a roll of eyelid paper from his arms, waving it excitedly and shouting:

"Great victory! Great victory in the South!"

"Our Pina Corps and the Horde allies have recaptured Verin and annihilated tens of thousands of enemy troops! The Horde Corps is now advancing towards Marus!"

The defender's hand holding the spear loosened, and his fingertips trembled. This was an old problem he had left over from that battle, so he retreated from the front line, and now it was quite okay for him to stay in the city defense army.

He looked at the messenger's face, which was filled with excitement and enthusiasm, and he seemed to be so excited that he wished he could grow wings and fly to Bilbao immediately, fly to the parliament, and tell the good news to the soldiers and civilians in the city who had been tense and suppressed for so long. The sleepiness in his heart also disappeared.

A trace of joy is like a drop of honey, dripping into the water and spreading silently.

"You know the rules. You understand the process, right?"

He put away his spear, exchanged a glance with his companions, and then walked out to verify the identity of the visitor. He looked at his ID and completed the verification in just a few breaths.

no problem.

The guard turned around and nodded to his companions, indicating that they could pass. He was just about to turn around and ask about the war situation in the south - he knew the rules and shouldn't ask too much about military intelligence, but the good news of victory revealed by the other party really made the long-tired veteran so eager to taste the sweetness of that moment.

After changing jobs, you can also bring the news to your family, so that your wife and children can also feel the long-lost good news...

But the Rangers suddenly "attacked" the guards!

The young man rushed forward quickly, hugged him, and held him tightly in his arms. He laughed and waved to his companions. He didn't even ride his horse and rushed straight into the open city gate.

His action frightened the guards at first, who thought that the man was a spy who was going to attack them suddenly. By the time they realized what was happening, the young man had already rushed out.

The old soldier stood where he was, watching the messengers riding their horses into the city one after another. He rubbed his hands, gave a good-natured smile, and a warmth seemed to surge through his body.

The companions were discussing the matter in a buzzing voice.

"Really? The South won the war?"

"I heard that those arrogant Margaritas have surrendered to the greenskins? Bah!"

"I also heard that there are many southern troops among the greenskins who came to the north. The hateful, incompetent and cowardly southerners only dare to bully others in their own backyard. Now they are slaves of the greenskins to fight us northerners."

"The Horde? Why haven't I heard of it? Are they capable of defeating tens of thousands of greenskins?"

"Idiot, tribal beastmen! Didn't they say before that they fought a battle with the greenskins in the Pina Forest and wiped out nearly 50,000 greenskins? The parliament even posted a notice to publicize this matter."

"Are the beastmen so strong? I think they are easy to bully. They dare not bargain when doing business. Last time, Hauke ​​and his men traded a batch of scrapped tools with a beastman tribe and exchanged them for dozens of good leathers and several boxes of things. Later, the beastmen came again, but Hauke ​​invited the sheriff to drink and sent them away."

"Aren't they the same kind...like the ones in the forest, more savage and better at fighting?"

Listening to his companions' discussion, the veteran had no intention of getting involved. He just wanted to know the follow-up situation as soon as possible and then go home to tell his whole family this rare good news.

Chapter 45: Peaceful Liberation

At a time when morale was low, people were depressed, the country was in ruins and families were ruined, and the country was on the verge of collapse, this good news injected a shot of stimulant into the people of the North.

He is naturally the biological son of the four new Chaos Gods, the eternal God Chosen appointed by the Four Mothers, the Chaos Commander of the Reverse End of Time, the savior of the Beastmen, the amiable and ever-healthy little father of his children, the helmsman of the tribe, the protector of the Estalia refugees, and the medieval filial son personally verified by the God Chosen Centaur...

———Al.

A great gift to our northern allies.

At this time, Ai'er was not in Verin, nor was he in the information sent to the northerners: King Ai'er of the tribe - calling the King of Beastmen "Beast" King sounded a bit strange, but calling him king seemed unrealistic and easy to be misunderstood, and Ai'er did not want to fall to the level of a tribal chief, so he always used the somewhat alternative title of "King XX" in his dealings with the Estalia people - was leading his army to advance westwards after liberating Verin, preparing to continue to recapture Marus and cut off the greenskins' retreat.

On the contrary, after taking down Viling with internal and external cooperation and annihilating all the greenskin defenders, Ai'er made the risky move of dividing his troops after careful consideration.

He ordered Kael'thas, the Bunny Sisters and others to lead the army westward, and attack Marus while the enemy was defenseless and had no time to react to the Horde's attack.

He led the main force of the legion southward, traveling day and night along the Guidos Avenue. With the dual advantages of the All-Seeing Eye and the scout legion, he was able to detect all enemies along the way early and then launch lightning strikes. On the plains, wolves and centaurs came and went like the wind, and no scattered enemy could escape the pursuit of the bloodthirsty wolves.

The number of people captured and killed along the way was around thousands, and several teams of civilians who were recruited from all over the south to transport food and supplies to the north were captured in succession. Fearing that the greenskins had no families to worry about, they gave them rations and told them to go northeast. There would be people to pick them up when they entered the Pina Forest. Those who were willing to follow the tribe-kingdom coalition to recover the lost land were given weapons, and were trained and commanded by soldier instructors drawn from the new army, and followed the main army.

Just as Kael'thas's detachment began to attack the port of Marus, Aiel's army arrived at the city of Galaz on the north bank of the Gedaz River almost at the same time.

This riverside city was once the front line for the confrontation between the Southern Army advancing north and the Northern Army advancing south during the North-South Confrontation, and it was also the Confederate Army's garrison and supply point.

After that, the Northern Fire Legion went south to defend the king and also stationed here, then crossed the river to fight the greenskins. Unfortunately, the Northern Army was defeated in the Battle of the Gedazz River and suffered heavy losses, with tens of thousands of deaths. Later, the greenskins crossed the river to pursue the victory, and the city of Galaz fell. The loss of long-stored military food and supplies made the North lose the strength to gather heavy troops again to go south to defend the country in a short period of time.

This ultimately led to Margarita being isolated and helpless, with various parts of the Southland being easily defeated and swept by the greenskins, and then the royal city opened its gates and surrendered.

In just one year.

El rode on the centaur's back, gazing at the town not far away. It was not very grand, but not much different from Weiling, with a more pastoral and peaceful atmosphere. It was not as good as the riverside towns of Marus and Cheporio.

Perhaps it was because the greenskins came and went so quickly that the city changed hands easily without any bloodshed. From the outside, the city was still the same as before, with windmills, architectural style of the late Middle Ages, roads of all sizes outside the city, and neatly divided fields on the plains.

If they had not been secretly developed, the citizens of this city who were willing to "follow the king's lead" would have cried bitterly to the "kingdom", saying that during the half-month occupation of Galaz by the greenskins, tens of thousands of people were either killed or enslaved; and then the greenskin warlord went north, where the royal tent stayed briefly, and searched the countryside, recruiting thousands of men to follow the army.

Later, under the threats and inducements of the greenskins, a makeshift Galaz autonomous government was formed. A rough statistics revealed that the city's population was less than half of what it was before the war, most of the houses were abandoned, and wild animals could be seen on the streets.

This is the case when the greenskins, at the request of the big warlords, adopted an attitude of "don't bother with these shrimps" towards those who stayed peacefully in the city, which was already very restrained for the greenskins. If they were unlucky and got hit by them while hiding in the countryside, it might not be easy to survive - so some of the people who fled to the countryside ran back.

Otherwise, at the most miserable time, the Northern Fire Legion was defeated at the Gedaz River, and nearly nine-tenths of the city's population fled within a few days, leaving it almost an empty city.

Only after this greenskin disaster seemed less easy to kill and the city reorganized a "city council" government that looked unreliable but was barely functioning, did people slowly come back.