Warhammer

But it can also be said that the enemy was lured deep into their territory and they had the advantage of terrain. If they had tried harder, perhaps they could have captured the holy city or capital of the beastmen, or any other very important place.

The greenskins suffered heavy losses, but the enemy was also seriously injured.

Ai'er disguised himself and went into the enemy camp to meet the warlord. He explained that the two armies had no choice but to fight, and that the tribe and the kingdom had long been allies and had to help each other. He also said that the warlord's army was like a dragon, with great momentum and overwhelming power, and that they would be invincible in the war. He begged the warlord to show mercy and allow the tribe to retreat to the land of Pina. In the future, when the warlord's army went north, even if the tribe had to help the Egyptians out of the alliance, they would definitely not work hard, or secretly be an internal supporter. They only hoped that in the future, the warlord's great country would have a place for the beastmen...

"Send an envoy to the Heavenly Army to pay homage to the great warlord, the conqueror of the South, the chosen one of God, the king of kings, the trampler of civilization, the conqueror of war, the protector of greenskins and all barbaric tribes (including beastmen), the invincible extraordinary warrior... Leave one space blank, God Liang Feilong"

"My tribe has lived in the Pina Forest for generations, and has never invaded foreign countries. We were invited by the Estalia people, and thought that the warlord had the intention to attack us, so we started a border conflict without authorization and started a war... After this battle, we know that the power of heaven is great and the army is strong. Our small country with few people cannot withstand another attack from the army. We beg the warlord to consider that our tribe belongs to the same order of the so-called "barbarians" and give priority to defeating the Estalia people, protecting our forests and saving our country..."

"In the future, when the city of Birbali falls and the Egyptian nation is destroyed, there will be no more alliances to bind us. The tribe is willing to serve as the henchmen of the great warlords, and we will serve as the vanguards of the king at his command..."

Listen.

Almost flattering.

Especially after Al revealed that he was the leader of the tribe (the big warlord didn't know that he was an incarnation), and now he met the big warlord in person, he was full of sincerity - he was sure that Gao Maoliang was very special, otherwise Al would not have bothered to send any other green-skinned leader as his incarnation.

Back then, Grimgor Ironhide was able to surrender in front of the true Phoenix King, the Everlasting King, Malekith at the End of Time, and then was persuaded by a few words to fight Three-Eyes, the genuine Everchosen Archaon, becoming the greatest example of someone who could bend and stretch himself or shift the blame for one's misfortune to someone else in the medieval world.

Al felt that it would not be a problem to convince the warlord with his words.

The result was not what he expected.

Damn it, Mao Liang believed it.

It believed it!

laugh!

Because in Mao Liang's cognition, those, especially humans, are the leaders and commanders of the forces of order.

Some are good at fighting, some are incompetent, some are cowardly, and some are cunning.

But as long as they can fight, they are worthy of the greenskins' attention.

Guys like the hammer-wielding guys, dwarves, Bartor knights, and the big elves who play dungeon with the greenskins...are all very capable opponents, but it has never happened that their leaders would go to the greenskins' military tent alone to surrender and beg to stop fighting.

Al's half-literate words also made the warlord, who was also a half-baked "Zhendan expert", a civilized man among the greenskins, and a cosplayer of the Dragon Empire, feel comfortable, and his flattery hit the mark.

The warlords at that time really believed that after two consecutive military operations, the tribe had been so frightened by casualties that it had no intention of confronting the greenskin army anymore. However, they were not sure how much strength the tribe still had, so they simply bypassed it. Anyway, the greenskins' supplies could be transported by sea, and going through Pina was just to achieve the effect of a surprise insertion into the south of Bilbarri.

If we continue to conquer Pina, the losses are hard to estimate. As long as the tribe puts up a little resistance, the advantage of the surprise attack will be gone. And if the tribe retreats and uses the terrain advantage to fight a guerrilla war with the greenskins, or even retake the forest when its army is heading north, the army heading north will be blocked in the north by human fortresses and terrain.

A combination of various factors led to the warlord's final abandonment of the butcher shop in Pina Forest, where "it was unknown how many bones there were, or whether there were parasites in the meat."

And this brief neglect has now become the reason why the greenskin army is located west and south of Bilbarri, and is attacked from the north, south, east and west.

An opponent who was "let go" by the greenskins, snowballed into the biggest rival of the warlord.

.........

"Ugh——"

The clarion call from the wilderness has been sounded, and it continues longer than ever before.

When the big flag representing the warlord himself, held high and surrounded by the black guards, was raised on the front line of the battlefield for the first time, both the people in the city and the greenskins outside the city had realized:

The moment of decisive battle has arrived.

Chapter 5: Bloody Battle of Bilbarry, Female Knight Commander [ in k~]

Many years later, sitting on his sampan facing the calm and boundless ocean, Galen Kirchis would recall his past experiences in the raging waves that were stirred up by the land.

......

"Waaaaaaagh!!!"

The green-skinned giant who roared and leaped into the trench wore no armor on his body. He only had some decorative totems like teeth and bones, and many ghost-face-like tattoos carved on the surface of his skin.

For Garen, who has been through many battles, this opponent is actually a more difficult one than those greenskins who wear armor and use protective gear.

A savage from the badlands, from the raw savagery.

"Boom!"

The Savage Orc wielded a large bone club and hit a soldier who was unable to dodge quickly, sending him flying from bottom to top. His body flew out of the trench. Garen could clearly see that the soldier's neck had tilted backwards, with a terrible angle formed between his chin and chest.

There was no fear, no fear of fighting. On the contrary, because of the pause in the attack, Garen saw "opportunity!"

Swinging at this distance is totally useless, he knows clearly that when the champion is not with them, the goddess's priests cannot provide divine support for their weapons. If there is a most basic "Spear of Myrmidia", Garen also has the confidence to cut off the arm of this savage orc with one sword, but unfortunately they are now completely relying on their mortal bodies to fight these monsters.

"For the goddess!" Garen roared, raised his shield in front of him, and then fiercely launched a shield charge at the unprotected back of the Savage Orc. The big guy who had just knocked a shrimp away was obviously not prepared for the impact from behind, and its chassis was immediately stabilized. Garen, holding the shield, crashed to the ground from behind.

The huge body fell down, stirring up a cloud of dust. The Savage Orc roared and supported himself on the ground with his hands, trying to get up and kill the sneak attacking enemy, but this was exactly the opportunity that Garen longed for.

He pressed on the greenskin's back, and used his combat boots to desperately kick the orc's big feet, making it unable to get support under his feet, while he used his shield to hit the orc's back hard.

"quick!"

Galen yelled.

The soldiers in the same trench also reacted quickly. The soldier closest to him, who was on the other side of the greenskins, held a spear and stabbed hard at the orc's head. But perhaps these monsters were too powerful, the ugly and ferocious heads of the greenskins kept swinging desperately, so that the spear only left a bloody mark on it before slipping away.

The warrior stabbed several times but failed to successfully get the spear head into those soft places such as the eye sockets. Instead, the continuous damage to the fatal vital parts greatly aroused the ferocity of the greenskin. It struggled more and more vigorously, like a raging bull, and almost threw Garen, who was suppressing it, away several times.

Can't delay any longer.

Seeing that his teammates failed to get rid of the greenskin several times, Garen gritted his teeth and became ruthless. He mobilized his whole body and poured all his strength into this shield strike. He pushed the greenskin, who had just arched up, and smashed his back down again when he saw it kneeling. Taking advantage of this gap, Garen quickly raised his hand and stabbed down!

The upside-down dagger successfully found the gap between the bone joints in the wild orc's neck and broke through. Garen used all his strength to press the dagger into the broken gap.

"laugh!"

The sword blade broke out from the throat of the Savage Orc, and the ferocious big guy shook his body and fell down.

Garen exhaled foul air, and the smell of rust and dust on his lips was unpleasant, but this was the least painful thing compared to the other tortures on the cruel battlefield.

He drew his weapon, gestured to the soldiers coming from both sides to support and return to their positions. He clapped his hands and began to observe the situation outside the trench.

Outside the defense line where Garen was, there were a large number of dead enemy corpses. Every trench and every ditch was filled with the blood of both his own people and the enemy. Some places were heavily guarded, while some places were traps that deceived the brainless greenskins into dizziness and were slaughtered by fortifications, arrows, and bullets.

The Imperials provided Bilbarri with a great deal of experience in fortifications. Although the expeditionary force was not a main corps of the Empire in the standard sense, the Southern World was not a battlefield that the Imperial Corps was accustomed to.

After the development of gunpowder and artillery technology, civil engineering technology did not make corresponding progress. The Imperials found that the fortresses, fortresses, and temporary fortifications on the ground were increasingly unable to withstand fierce artillery fire, so they switched to digging downwards, using the earth to create a natural line of defense, weakening the enemy's firepower, and engaging in close combat on one front after another. At the same time, it was also able to effectively limit the performance of those monsters and demons whose physical fitness was far stronger than that of humans (such as greenskins and some groups of beastmen) in battle.

All of this was originally a shift in the way of warfare to adapt to the new era, and can also be said to be a sign of change. Although we don't know when the demonic tide (chaos) will revive in a medieval world like this, when that time comes it will be a real time for demons to run rampant. Instead of relying on large armies, arrays, and battle lines to fight the enemy, how can humans rely on individuals to deal with those dark enemies?

However, with the implementation of the Krupp Act, gunpowder weapons were restricted in research and development, practice, and all aspects of their application. Although its original intention was to "prevent the general public from easily obtaining simple, convenient weapons that pose a deadly threat to the ruling class such as the nobility, wealthy businessmen, and clergy", to some extent, it also ensured the "correct development path" of the imperial army?

We don't know the real consequences...

"We have to retreat!"

After observing the situation, Garen gritted his teeth and made this decision.

He waited for a while, and finally only four company adjutants and above commanders were able to gather together. For the nearly 1,000 troops under his command, if under normal circumstances, the commander-in-chief convened a meeting of officers and only had these few people show up, it could almost be concluded that the entire army was completely alienated from him and completely ignored the commander-in-chief's authority.

But now Galen also knew that he couldn't ask for more.

He calculated and based on the casualties reported by his four adjutants, Galen judged that nearly half of the 1,000 men under his command had been killed or wounded. The commanders of some units might have died, but the remaining soldiers were still carrying out their duties and sticking to their posts.

Ruins, fortifications stained with blood, hanging limbs and minced meat, crooked trenches and defense lines are now the most common scenes in the city of Bilbao.

Oh, corpses and blood belong to the same background as soil and air.

"It will take some time before the enemy launches its next attack. We must retreat during this time..." Galen took a look and saw two adjutants nodded slightly, indicating their approval. One of the other two had blood all over his face and his expression could not be seen clearly, while the other frowned and looked at him, as if he opposed the order.

At this point in the battle, most of the people who were still holding weapons no longer considered things like "staying alive", "surviving", "wife and children", etc. Something that transcended everything, even higher than the now empty and illusory "faith", inspired everyone in the city of Bilbali to hold on and fight to the end.

"sacrifice".

In the most desperate war, people burst out with the strongest hope.

"We will win this war!"

"The greenskins can't destroy the Southern Kingdom!"

"Fight to the death! See you all in the Hall of Valor!"

This is a special group effect created by special environment, special time and special circumstances.

Al once praised the Southwestern Kings' Tomb Salvation Army and made great efforts to win them over and bring them under his (Blood Mother's) command, because this was a special army that "would never be defeated" and during the long period of death and isolation, it had become a force with a unique tradition of "fighting to the death".

And now almost the entire city of Bilbao has turned into such a stubborn stone.

Although this is only the special case created by the three special circumstances as mentioned above, the heroism of the Northern Guards can still be seen.

According to Galen's own thoughts:

"Even if Bilbarri is burned to ruins and turned into a wasteland, even if half of the Estalia people die in the battle and half are enslaved, even if we fail in the battle here, the kingdom will still be liberated! And all we do today is to leave behind the Estalia people's indelible contribution in this sacred war, so that our kingdom can still be proudly independent, and our descendants and future generations can still be independent..."

So Garen actually did the same. He did not care about sacrifice. If his own death could bring victory to the war, he would do it without hesitation. If he was allowed to take hundreds of his subordinates with him on the battlefield, he would also make the decision without hesitation - he would confess to his comrades after reaching the world of death, and he would have no regrets.

But unfortunately, except for nitpickers and philosophers who would ask such questions, such a choice is impossible to happen in reality. If it does happen, it must be a trap thrown for you by some big blue bird evil god. No matter what you choose, you will fail in the end.

But if possible, Garen would naturally still be eager to fight for and get that momentary "victory". The sacrifice must be valuable and meaningful.

He explained to his adjutants, "The defense line can no longer effectively resist, the traps have been scrapped, and there is no time to set them up a second time. If we continue to fight the enemy here and fight to the last man, we can only hold out for another hour at most."

"This is a breach, and a bigger hole has been opened, which will take more time and manpower to fill."

"Now, follow my orders. Order the troops to assemble. At the same time, before preparing to retreat to the next line of defense, collect as many corpses and flammable objects as possible. We will set fire and then retreat."

"Let's retreat to the 'Dragon Hall'. The buildings and facilities there are still in good condition. Even if the enemy wants me dead today, we can at least hold out for a few more hours."

Galen gave the order, and the adjutants did not hesitate and immediately began to gather the remaining troops and arrange to set fire to the defense line.

There is no need to look for materials to start the fire, as there are corpses everywhere, both green and human.

After several bloody battles, almost everyone was wounded and bloodied. The soldiers silently dragged the corpses near the defense line and placed them together, regardless of friend or foe, because they would eventually turn into firewood in the blazing flames. Although under the control of the Elector Count and his wife of Sylvania, the Empire pinched its nose and reluctantly acquiesced to the special status of this Electorate within the Empire, and necromancy spells began to be lifted on a small scale in the Order World, but in the open Southern Kingdom, which is particularly conservative in some aspects (perhaps because of the long-term hostility with the Sartosa people, a huge cesspool next to it, and frequent conflicts with the Tomb King of Nehekhara over colonial affairs, the latter can also be classified as undead), necromancers and the undead race are still unwelcome - they are quite excluded.

So this is the last way the bodies of the victims can do something for this city.

Besides, even if the bodies are collected, they have to be burned in the end, otherwise they may be used by the greenskins to do something blasphemous and humiliating.

Of course, the genderless green-skinned orcs will definitely not do disgusting things like the followers of Slaanesh, but from the perspective of normal civilized racial concepts, it is enough to be R18G+.

For example, human rations or something...

The story about Huang Chao is most likely a smear campaign. At the very least, the story of grinding people with a giant pestle to make military rations is purely a story created by the imagination of brainless feudal literati.

But the greenskins definitely really eat it.

.........

In the main square of the Temple of Northern Fire, the "Holy Spear" that fell from the sky and was believed to be a gift from the goddess and held in the hands of Celestine, the chosen champion, was being enshrined here.

The priests of the Goddess of War pray and worship devoutly here all day long. In this way, they briefly restore their connection with the power of the Goddess. Then they immediately go to the battlefield, sacrifice their lives in fanatical faith, and use up all their strength. At the last moment of their lives, they use this briefly restored power to kill more enemies as much as possible.

"Sacrificial Priest"

Myrmidia did not begin to take care of the world again at this last moment. Instead, the power restored by the priests' worship of the artifact was more like the city of Bilbarri. At the decisive moment, it had ignored survival and only sacrificed, squeezing out every bit of potential in the body for a last hurrah.

Although it was not certain that one would die after regaining the ability to cast spells, in the city of Bilbarri, all the priests who had regained the ability to cast Myrmidia's divine spells had the same fate: they burned their souls and bodies in the fiercest battles, infused everything with divine wrath, and poured the rage of mortals onto the heads of their enemies, dying in battle...

Garen led his remaining troops to retreat to the square in front of the city council, which has now become the largest military camp in the city, with most personnel and supplies flowing through here.

At the same time, this is one of the last two lines of defense for the Bilbao people.

The other is the Temple of Northern Fire, which has a huge space that can accommodate tens of thousands of people to continue fighting.

After setting fire to the trenches, blocking the enemy and retreating to the second line of defense, Galen's troops were left with less than 600 people. After two more battles and a change of defense line, when Galen returned to the municipal barracks, the number of people who followed him from the front line to rest was less than three digits.

Their battle came to a temporary halt. As their organization had been completely exhausted, they could sit on the edge of the battlefield and enjoy this moment of peace until they had been reorganized or mixed with other remnants to form a barely adequate force.

Out of a thousand people, less than a hundred remained.

This is the game. When casualties reach this level and a troop is at risk of being wiped out at any time, even the cold-blooded Fourth Scourge will not pull them to the front line, but place them in the rear, waiting for other troops to win the battle and gain a "bloody victory" or "slight advantage."

But it’s different in Bilbao.

There are front lines everywhere.

The soldiers could rest, but Galen couldn't.

After returning to the camp, he only took the time to replenish his water and received a piece of cold and somewhat stiff bread from the ration officer, eating it while walking. He finished the supply before officially arriving at the base camp of the Bilbarri garrison, the headquarters of the commander-in-chief of the Empire, the God-chosen champion, His Excellency Celestine Julius. After confirming his identity with the sentries, he pushed open the tent and walked in.

One third of Bilbao's commanders and generals are here, and of the remaining two thirds, one third have died and one third are on the front line.

In the end, everyone here will take up arms and die together.

After all, their orders have caused countless people to sacrifice for victory, so how could they be an exception?

In Galen's mind: "Bilbarri will be the second, but definitely not the last Santa Mona Fortress!"

The soldiers and civilians who sacrificed here will provide endless nourishment for the revival of the kingdom and the independence of the people, allowing the proud Estalia people to stand proudly among the nations of the world even ten thousand years later, and be proud of the contributions made by their ancestors.