Warhammer

The Chosen Champion himself was not there.

Staff officers and adjutants came and went, moving around like waiters at a banquet; some went out, some came in, and all kinds of orders, such as personnel transfers, material distribution, and defense line arrangements were conveyed to various places.

Because the outer urban areas were almost completely occupied, isolated areas were located throughout the city like sesame seeds scattered on the ground, relying on the natural shelters formed by the collapsed urban ruins.

It's like losing the main street but the tavern is still resisting; losing one floor of a building but people are still fighting on the top floor.

In such circumstances, there are bound to be small groups of enemy troops that roam around and break through to the rear of the defense line. In order to ensure the implementation and arrival rate of orders, orders to a unit will be saturated with messages, depending on its current number of troops, combat effectiveness, and the degree of impact on the battle situation, to ensure that there is always a correct order from the headquarters that reaches the front-line commander.

As for those isolated garrison troops, which consist of only a hundred or dozens of people, if they are close to the defense line, they can try to provide support and cover the retreat. If they are far away, they can only be treated as if all their members have been killed in battle, and pray that these noble and indomitable sons and daughters of Bilbali can cause as much hindrance to the enemy as possible and share the pressure on the front battlefield.

Garen actually had nothing to do when he entered the tent. He wanted to meet with the God-chosen Champion, but unfortunately the female knight only placed her winged helmet, which was made by craftsmen based on the image of Myrmidia, on the innermost table of the long conference table.

Everyone knew that this was the God-chosen Champion's way of showing his presence, and any decision or order, as long as it was beneficial to the war, no matter how serious the consequences, could be regarded as a statement authorized by the female knight.

Perhaps the people's passion for sacrifice has been aroused, but as an officer system that is "corrupt, backward, with a large number of parasites and mediocrity mixed in, destroying the glorious traditions of the great kingdom" (Galen's words), if they are sent to the battlefield, most of those who have persisted until now may move forward and sacrifice themselves without fear of death.

But when the order is issued, there will still be a few cases of this and that.

After trying to correct it several times, Celestine simply kept her personal accessories and declared that any decision they made, even if it meant sacrificing ten or twenty thousand men, would be deemed to be her personal consent as long as it was beneficial to the war.

Rhine was very dissatisfied with the situation of being completely involved in another country's war. He warned Celestine that they were from the Empire, the Julius family, not Estalia or Bilbarri.

They can fight for their allies, and fighting against evil enemies is the duty of all forces of order.

However, taking on the role of commander-in-chief and commanding soldiers and civilians of other countries to fight to the death is an action with rare precedent and may cause unexpected consequences in the future.

However, in the brutal war, the female knight personally experienced the bloody battles among priests, nobles, soldiers and civilians. The "delayed courage" inspired by the Bilbari people greatly shocked the female knight who was involved in this dispute in a foreign country not long after being freed from captivity and pain.

She was infected by the spirit of the soldiers and civilians of Bilbarri, who regarded Celestine as the incarnation of the goddess, the savior, the only hope, the lifeline...

This strong expectation and desire finally infected Celestine, and she found her own goal. She regarded saving the city - or perishing with it - as the highest interest and the mission given to her by the gods and the world.

She is Celestine Julius, the Chosen of Sigmar, the Champion of Myrmidia, the one who wields the Holy Hammer and the Holy Spear, the Defender of Bilbarri. If the fate of destruction is destined to befall the northerners, then she will be the sacrifice who fights for this city and its people until the last moment!

Chapter 109: The Divine Soldiers Descend from the Sky Outside the City of Bilbarri

The beast's silhouette streaked through the air, and below her was Birbari, where most of the city was burning in blood and fire.

Collapsed ruins, confusing smoke, and an army that, viewed from the sky, was marching forward like a colony of ants.

Looking down from the sky, one can clearly see that the "ant colony" representing the defenders has shrunk to a point in the center of the city. They are facing a green tide that is several times their number and seems endless.

The fierce street fighting brought two advantages to the Bilbarians. First, the inner city, which was full of ruins and rugged terrain, was not suitable for artillery. Second, in street fighting, they could make the most of the terrain, trenches, and fortifications to weaken the number advantage of the green orcs, forcing the latter to pay a lot of casualties in every attack before making progress.

But if this trend continues, the greenskins attacking the city may suffer heavy losses under the desperate resistance of the Bilbarri people, but the final fall and failure is destined to be only a matter of time.

......

El gave the Queen an order to return, while giving up his contribution to the Queen's vision.

He said to his sons and generals who were surrounding him with emotion: "Bilbarri has reached the last moment. They are isolated and helpless."

A huge army, unprecedented in the history of the tribe's rise, is marching across the vast plains of the north. There are the furious horned beasts fighting wildly, the blood-feathered bulls that shake the earth, the werewolf army that is as swift as the wind, and the flying monsters that cover the sky and the sun...

And those silent guards wearing armor blessed by Chaos, each of them is a steel monster, with teeth-grinding crunching sounds when dragging, like skull cannons that are chewing bones...

“Not without help!”

Misha, the eldest daughter and the eldest son, stepped forward and volunteered to fight.

Al nodded, and instructed Misha and Hera to lead three thousand-man groups each to rush north, and the rest of the army to speed up.

As long as reinforcements appear outside the city of Bilbao, it will be a great encouragement to the ongoing resistance inside the city.

Despite being at a numerical disadvantage, the Legion's soaring momentum gave Ai'er confidence to face this battle that would determine the future of the southern world.

As the army began to speed up, thunderous rumbling sounds echoed across the vast plains. Animal hooves and human feet were galloping on a battlefield that had never seen such a large-scale battle. Ai'er turned over and rode on the queen. The griffin spread its wings and rushed into the sky, overlooking the march of his legion.

I still remember that the situation was the same as today outside the city of Weiling.

The greenskins are attacking the city fiercely, and the tribal army comes to support.

At this moment, just as at that moment.

I just don't know if the final result will be the same as before, just like the Polish cavalry defeated the Ottomans at the gates of Vienna; the greenskins of Ervling, they are all green...

Afterwards, it was natural for them to take over a large population, expand the base of the tribe, and officially embark on the path of assimilating humans.

"This battle concerns the foundation of our country. I hope you will fight bravely and never retreat!"

"The Iron Throne has opened its doors for us!"

"Blood sacrifice to the Blood Mother! Sacrifice the skull to the throne!"

Using magic to expand the range and impact of the sound, Aiel, riding a griffin, flew over the heads of the ground legion, ensuring that everyone could hear his mobilization clearly.

"Ula!"

"Ula!!"

"Ula!!!"

Tens of thousands of soldiers shouted in unison, and even the most ordinary words were filled with awe-inspiring magic at that moment.

The Legion of Aiur turned into a sharp blade rushing towards the north, ready to plunge into the enemy's chest there, offering supreme glory to the Four Mothers and bringing the most precious spoils to the King of the Mortal Worlds.

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Celestine killed the last greenskin around him, a ferocious black orc who was wearing a hideous iron mask and was wrapped in thick steel armor.

The armor's defensive power was astonishing. Even Celestine's weapon, which was believed to be the holy hammer bestowed by the God-Emperor Sigmar, could not completely ignore its defense. In the end, Celestine found the right moment and continuously hit the back of the black orc's head until the white brain matter and the squeezed eyeballs flowed out from the gap in the mask, thus putting an end to this tough opponent.

As the battle continued, the female knight felt increasingly overwhelmed.

In front of her and all around her were corpses of enemies and comrades, especially around the female knight, where the greenskin corpses were spread out in circles in a prone position. This was only the result of her twenty minutes of work. She could easily slaughter the greenskins, reaping the lives of the enemies with her warhammer and holy spear like mowing grass.

Even the strongest greenskin warrior or troll leader would find it difficult to face the power of the female knight.

However, in the face of the absolute gap, all this can only serve to delay the arrival of the final moment.

Celestine could use twenty minutes or half an hour to stabilize a critical defense line and push it back, killing dozens or even hundreds of greenskins, but in the same amount of time, there were more than a dozen attacks launched by the greenskins in different places, and at least five or six of them were in danger.

No matter how powerful or energetic she is, she is still a mortal after all. Her existence is the mainstay of the entire Bilbarri army and civilians. When she appears on the battlefield, she is an unparalleled Valkyrie who cuts down enemies - but the greenskins can still use a steady stream of human wave tactics to continuously push the battle line into the city, compress their defense line, and then crush it.

As strong as Celestine is, she can be fearless of all frontal enemies, stand at the forefront of the troops and kill indiscriminately, but once she is trapped in the enemy's defense, the enemies besieging from all directions will make her exhausted to parry and dodge.

The most dangerous time was when the female knight pierced the skull of a giant with her spear and went out from the back of its head. However, the giant's body fought back desperately before death and knocked the female knight to the ground, who was no longer in good condition after a day of hard fighting.

If it weren't for those fanatical defenders who even regarded Celestine as the incarnation of the goddess and launched a desperate charge, buying Celestine time, she might have fallen to the ground and had her beautiful, heroic and noble head taken away by the greenskins.

The war was developing in a direction that was increasingly unfavorable to the defenders. Although Celestine was ready to fight to the death, he still couldn't help but think about this question:

That's it, is it over?

Such sacrifices, the women and children who went to the battlefield, the wounded who sought an honorable death, the archbishop who died with the enemy...

Even after paying such a heavy price, no less than any great battle in epic history, the fate of failure could not be escaped.

Perhaps tragedy is the underlying tone of all epics and great battles?

"Woo~~~"

A trumpet sound that had never been heard before but seemed familiar suddenly sounded from outside the city, from the ground, from the sky, and seemed to be blown from every corner in all directions inside and outside the city of Bilbao.

Everyone, whether friend or foe, who heard the horn stopped their actions for a short while.

The humans didn't understand why, but the greenskins opposite them, some of whom had managed to escape from those battles and return to the warlords' headquarters, suddenly seemed to have evoked some terrible memories. They became nervous and uneasy, and regardless of the fact that there were enemies in front of them, they looked around with weapons in hand, as if a legion would charge from behind at any time.

"Woo~~~"

The second trumpet sounded again.

Celestine didn't care about anything else. She put the hammer on the ground and ventured into a crumbling tower. She stood in front of a huge gap caused by a cannonball in what was now one of the few "high-rise" buildings in the entire city of Bilbarri and looked outside the city.

Thanks to the long tug-of-war that destroyed a large section of Bilbarri's city wall, the female knight's sharp eyes could see straight outside the city.

"Woo~~~"

An unfamiliar army that had never been seen before, led by a huge figure holding a halberd, crossed the hills outside the city of Bilbarry and waited on the banks of the Thomas River!

"Reinforcements..."

Celestine murmured to herself, and then she shouted excitedly to the people below:

"Reinforcements! It's reinforcements!"

Although they were exhausted after experiencing one bloody battle after another, when the legion that had been mentioned as a life-saving straw countless times but had never actually appeared on the battlefield of Bilbali actually appeared, the exhausted defenders still cheered and shouted with the most intense enthusiasm!

"The tribe's legion! The regent's legion!"

"Long live the kingdom! Long live the goddess!!!"

Chapter 110: Rebirth of the Phalanx Army

"As for commanding a force of one million soldiers, I am not as good as my eldest daughter. I once led a hundred thousand soldiers and was victorious in every attack and battle. I was invincible and dominated everything I went to. The Southern Kingdom was finally pacified." "New World Book: Chronicle of the Eldest Daughter" - This entry comes from a certain wise-horned beast clerk who was arrested, secretly tried, and then exiled (———) [erased here].

"Whenever a tribe goes to war, speed is the most important thing, followed by momentum. When two armies face each other, they must blow horns and beat drums to boost their prestige. Those who are afraid when hearing the horn are considered inferior; those who are afraid when seeing the drums are considered medium; and those who are defeated at the first moment of contact are considered superior!" - "The Decline of the Southern Civilization" also known as "The Rise of the Tribe"

The horn made from the horn of a deformed Gur beast that was ravaging the Pina Forest and was hunted by Alina and her team, carries an evil power. The sound it produces will terrify mortal soldiers without distinguishing between friend and foe, and their morale will be damaged.

Until under the constant prayers and blessings of the shamans, and because Al had no other use for it, he simply bless it with some blood, and turned it into a complete set of war relics. There are a total of four horns symbolizing four commands, attack, defend, forceful attack, and all-out attack.

After it is blown, it will provide soldiers with different types of weak bonuses, not much, but better than nothing.

At the same time, it will also bring deep fear and shock to the enemies of the tribal army!

As the El Legion's footprints cover more and more places, countless enemies who have escaped the slaughter, and the allies, neutrals, and people who have witnessed how invincible the Four Mothers' armies are on the battlefield, will spread the reputation of this legion to every corner of the world, making all those who are its enemies tremble, shudder, and fear the moment they hear the marching horn, because they know that this horn means that the El tribe is about to be sent into the battlefield.

Misha marched quickly, and the reinforcements she brought with her were all centaurs, wolves, a few of her own blood-mother bull troops, and human cavalry on horseback.

In order to increase the strength of the first batch of reinforcements as much as possible to support the defenders in the city, Misha also used her authority for the first time as the eldest daughter of El, the eldest of all heirs, and the daily acting regent of the regent (Forced to Act), and forced the centaurs to allow humans to ride. This was firmly rejected in the past, and only a very small number of "Old New Army" warriors who had made outstanding contributions and received the favor of El and the Blood Mother had the opportunity to obtain such an honor and become partners with a centaur.

One Centaur was large enough to carry two lightly armed soldiers and their full equipment, so the first legion that arrived increased from the original six thousand men to ten thousand men.

Among them were four thousand human infantry soldiers.

Most of them were newly recruited troops from the southern region, with insufficient training and equipment, and perhaps only a quasi-standing army with barely acceptable morale.

The individual combat capability is definitely not as good as that of the big green-skinned guy, and maybe he can barely fight back with those guys.

However, in order to make up for this, Al chose for them the oldest and most effective way for humans to fight these barbaric enemies:

Not faith, not steel;

discipline.

Form a formation to fight the enemy.

The reckless and aggressive nature of the greenskins means that these guys are doomed to fail without the strong supervision of the iron-fisted warlord - the latter must also be required to pay attention to discipline and organization, the black orcs.

Usually only black orcs would do this.

The front line will inevitably be messy and uneven. Some places may be as thin as dumpling skin, while others may be crowded together.

Anyone who has played the "XX: Total Peace" series knows that when you move the tribe's barbarian troops, you can't pull them into a perfect square rectangle, and the edges will appear jagged and uneven.

This is a loose and disorganized force.

Al carefully studied the phalanx tactics of the Bilbarri people and found that their continuous failures in the Greenskin War were not due to the fact that this tactic was completely outdated and corrupt, nor was it like the many countries that were beaten by concentrated tank breakthroughs and blitzkrieg in World War II and had to pay a heavy price and learn a bloody lesson.

But there are many other factors that influence it.

For example, without the response of the goddess, the priests could not use spells to strengthen the defense and anti-charge capabilities of the phalanx, and could not provide effective output space for the long-range troops to kill the greenskins;

After 150 years of peace, the only war could not even be called a war, but rather a messy battle with the natives of the New World, in which small units were sent deep into the jungles of the New World to conduct sweeps, counter-sweeps, attacks, and be attacked. The tactical thinking of the officers and commanders was indeed outdated and conservative to varying degrees.

As the introduction to military formations, the most critical thing is "changing formations". When and how to change them? A large number of commanders are not qualified and can only recite from ancient tactical books and analytical works of famous generals. The most critical thing is that the front-line troops can rarely withstand the first few waves of charges by the fearless greenskins and shaman spells. In this case, there is no chance to change formations and the army is defeated by the straight attack. Naturally, there is no question of how to adapt to changes;

The last point is due to the above reasons of rigid tactics and conservative command:

In theory, the Estalia's large phalanx should have a large number of cavalry, or troops deployed in front and behind to guard the two wings, while avoiding attacks on the most vulnerable rear. However, the kingdom's army, which has not been in battle for a long time, cannot meet the first requirement because of the slack cavalry. The "Rangers" used for reconnaissance and harassment missions are all top-notch in individual combat capabilities, but they are small in scale and have little experience in fighting against large cavalry armies. They can only be used for support missions. Letting them fight against the green-skinned wolf riders and war pig riders who are roaring in, whose number may even be four or five times that of their own, is tantamount to hitting a rock with an egg. But more importantly, the weakest heart of Estalia is the place most often attacked by the enemy in several major battles—Shushu made a great contribution!

These three factors together constitute the biggest reason why the Estalia's Phalanx Legion, which once looked down upon the South and had a high opinion of itself, suffered successive defeats on the battlefield.

In small-scale battles where the gap in hard power between the two sides is not very huge, the troops that still use phalanx tactics to fight against the greenskins often perform relatively well. As long as they are not sneaked up on or directly shot by the enemy, and fight a "traditional battle" head-on with each other using swords, the effect of phalanx tactics is still very good.

However, the training time was not enough for Al to support them like the old new army to fight against the greenskins individually, and to form a formation to fight against the pressure of enemies that were at least twice their own number as a quasi-regular army. Therefore, they adopted a different traditional tactic.

Extend the spear!

Big round shield!

More spears!