Warhammer

A thicker shield!

Discipline, discipline, discipline! Teamwork! Form an inseparable whole with your comrades!

Anyone who fails to advance when ordered will be killed! Anyone who makes a mistake when ordered to turn will be killed! Anyone who makes a mistake or messes up the battle will be killed!

......

Well, Al certainly wasn't that harsh yet.

But the punishment is also very severe, which is justified. After all, more sweat in peacetime means less blood in war. Do not let them master tactical coordination and play their role as much as possible.

They travelled hundreds or even thousands of kilometres away from home, facing an enemy that was twice as powerful as themselves. If they were defeated, even Al wouldn't be able to escape unscathed, let alone them?

......

When the first batch of reinforcements of the tribe began to line up upstream, the human soldiers began to unload and assemble their equipment. Soon, rows of extended spear heads flashed dazzling cold light in the sunlight. There was a groove on the top of the heavy shield, which allowed the soldiers standing behind to embed their shields into it and share the impact of the first row.

Ai'er's wolf pack and army of angry-horned beasts waited silently behind the phalanx, waiting for the hunt to begin and the opportunity to slaughter crazily in the name of the Blood Mother.

The Centaur Legion was wandering on the left wing of the legion, ready to attack the greenskin troops at any time.

The most feared thing about such tactics is the enemy's artillery damage.

They were also affected by the harassment launched by the monster battle group from the sky, and were unable to aim, bombard, and unleash firepower steadily.

Whether it is a flying grenadier or a spellcaster riding an aerial monster, they will not allow any artillery aimed at the legion position to aim and fire steadily.

Misha stood at the forefront of the position with a halberd in her hand, staring at the army outside the city.

The greenskins are ready to move. Several troops with an estimated total number of at least 20,000 have already walked out of their positions and are slowly moving towards the direction of the legion's formation.

It has to be said that the number of greenskins is really a huge advantage for them.

Even though the fighting in the city at least held back nearly 70,000 to 80,000 greenskins, the army outside the city still seemed to be sufficient. The problem of insufficient troops that made Aiel rack his brains seemed to never happen to the greenskins.

After all, even they themselves find it difficult to know how many good guys they have under their command. They may even use their thinking power when necessary to pull out a large number of new forces from the screenwriter of the Fifth Evil God GW?

"Ten steps forward!"

Misha clenched her right fist and raised it. The heralds and grassroots commanders conveyed the order to the entire army in a very short time. The tall figure of the eldest daughter of the Eternal God, which was much taller than her young father, allowed all soldiers to clearly see Misha's back.

"Enter!"

Misha held her arms down.

"Come in! Come in! Come in!"

The army shouted in unison and advanced ten steps without any error. Taking the front row as an example, the tips of the spears formed almost a straight line.

"Twenty steps forward!"

Raise your arms and press down.

"Come in! Come in! Come in!"

There is no deviation.

"Get within a hundred steps of the enemy! Prepare to meet them!"

"Come in! Come in! Come in!"

After the sound of orderly footsteps that sounded like the beats of a marching drum, the Legion and the greenskin troops that came to intercept and attack the support troops were less than three hundred steps away. The phalanx soldiers held their spears tightly and held up their large shields. For most of these soldiers who were new to the battlefield, this was their first battle and also a bloody battle. Tension was written all over their faces, and sweat began to accumulate on their necks and cheeks.

The blood and smoke in the city of Bilbali were carried out of the city by the wind. What was happening there, what had happened, and what would happen if the war failed - what would the entire Kingdom of Estalia and the entire southern world face? All of these were explained and instilled by El after a long period of preaching and indoctrination, ensuring that every soldier had more or less some understanding of this.

They did not fight simply for generous military pay and favorable treatment.

Al promised them, Al told them!

They are all fighting for their beliefs, their homes, and the interests of civilization.

They have no way to retreat, they can only hold their ground and make sacrifices!

In other words, Misha is in charge of commanding this army. With El's instructions and actions, she is the eldest sister who can suppress the wolf girl. If Hera is allowed to lead the army, the big wolf girl will undoubtedly launch an attack on the enemy directly, turning the battle into a melee, and then use her rich experience in melee combat as a Black Iron Wolves to bite and severely damage the enemy.

Even though their own casualties would definitely be huge, and there would even be the risk of annihilation, the wolf girl didn't care, and neither did her crazy war followers.

Only Misha knew how to fight prudently and cautiously. As the vanguard, their main task was to bring good news to the Bilbali people, while attracting as many enemy forces as possible and buying time for the arrival of the large force.

In addition, the phalanx tactics mainly consider defense, and the offensive ability has not been sufficiently cultivated and trained, so naturally the best strategy is to hold the position.

Chapter 111: Northern Expedition (I)

The greenskins were not stupid enough, or crazy enough, to charge directly into the spear array, at least not until their fighting spirit was so strong that they ignored everything else, only had the enemy in their eyes, and only had the thought of waaaaagh crushing all the enemies in their hearts.

They sent out their monster troops to lead the charge.

The first to engage in battle with the new "Phalanx Army" formation were a group of stone trolls.

Their skin is covered with thick stone scales, which are very hard and can withstand many magical attacks. They have the ability to slightly affect rock and soil, and can attack with stone sticks or even stones. They have amazing recovery abilities and are a common branch within the very large group of trolls.

In the face of these monsters with amazing defense and recovery abilities, even a spear formation that uses anti-large weapons will have to pay a heavy price in casualties to win. After all, not every troop that uses spears can be a Phoenix Guard or Dragon Emperor champion.

Their role is to use their strong physique to force their way forward, disrupt the phalanx, and create opportunities for the war pig riders and big guys who are following behind the stone trolls, waiting for their flaws to be exposed and launching a charge.

"At the head! Ready—fire!"

After the crackling sound like firecrackers, a cloud of white smoke rose from the back row of the phalanx army. Among the thirty or so stone trolls, only the one with the nose closest to the front had its head blown off by the concentrated fire. Its limbs, which still contained vitality, were like the broken tail of a gecko, and it was still squirming after falling to the ground.

In the back row of the phalanx army, there are three rows of archers with a total of 450 people. Although the tribe has always been at a disadvantage in long-range shooting, the presence or absence and strength of the archers is a qualitative change after all. When Ai'er was in the south, he had been looking for workers and craftsmen. He built several new workshops in Permoz, Galaz and other places. After the old gun workshop in Margarita was put into use again, he worked day and night to build many weapons for the Regent Army.

Although large guns like artillery take a long time to build and are not convenient to transport, Al simply did not bring many when he went north. On the one hand, this delayed the main force, and on the other hand, even if he brought ten or a hundred guns to the front line, the greenskins with naval gun support could still easily suppress him with firepower. The Skull Magic Cannon was not as maneuverable and durable as it was.

Therefore, in Aiur's Northern Expedition, the most common long-range weapons were guns and bullets. The Wrathhorns did not like the ones used by humans. They were not powerful enough, and they did not feel "Waaaagh" enough when fighting. They did not feel warrior-like or glorious enough, and they simply looked down on them.

I prefer a big one like a hand cannon or a hand gun. A batch of them were seized in the city of Margarita. They were Chaos Dwarf artifacts obtained by a certain Chamber of Commerce from trade in the Dark Land of the East. However, they were still small compared to the size of the Wrathhorn Beast. The trigger device had to be simply modified by the Estalia craftsmen before it was suitable for use.

The range is not far, but the power is great!

The accuracy is not very good, but within fifty steps, one shot can directly smash the head of the green-skinned guy like a watermelon. The noise when firing is also very loud, and it is very popular among the beastmen. Hera even grabbed two for herself, but the wolf girl didn't have any, so she threw them into the warehouse to collect dust.

In fact, dense musket shooting like this does not require much accuracy, just line up and fire in unison. If Ai was not worried about the battle being too chaotic and affecting the spear formation in the front row, or that the formation was not thick enough and would be broken through by the enemy, he actually planned to equip the first few rows with muskets and take a gamble before encountering the enemy. Anyway, the ogre Khorne is not paying much attention to the mortal world now, and the Blood Mother is on their side!

We have a copper shield for long-range defense! (The game setting is that the copper shield reduces 20% of long-range damage)

Blessing of the Blood Mother!

Because old K prefers fighting with swords and flesh, and doesn't like shooting arrows and playing with guns. Khorne himself is the strongest of the four gods in the entire Chaos Realm and has long occupied the top spot. Occasionally, such as when a mortal plague breaks out, the kind father Nurgle will take the throne; just as knowledge carries a curse, words may be contaminated by Tzeentch and spread by the Eagle God's corruption. The entire medieval world has been affected by the power of the Blood God in the past, and the effectiveness of long-range output has been weakened many times.

Right now Khorne doesn't think much of the mortal world, but the Blood Mother is similar to Him. The Blood Mother Khorne, the Delighted Slaanesh, should be the one with the smallest difference in the treatment of believers, likes and dislikes among the old and new gods of Chaos. They are roughly the same, just not so extreme. From the perspective of mortals, they are more active and tend to be positive.

Aiur's Apocalypse Warband has traveled all over the land of Estalia, and the roar of the Blood Mother of Blood Sacrifice has spread to every city and every forest. The power of the Mother of Fury and the Mother of Warriors has the strongest influence on this country among the four mothers. Her eyes, which are always burning with blazing flames, watch the mortal battlefield through the pupils of her offspring. Above the sky, the looming and earth-splitting giant god's phantom takes in every fight and war cry in her name. As a god of the same rank as the Blood God Khorne, she will not allow her son's army and her believers to fall meaninglessly under the guns of a group of scum and pirate bastards who have no honor.

At some point, the pirates' musket explosion rate skyrocketed, and this almost "cursed" situation even spread to the artillery. Many cannons inexplicably misfired or even exploded. The most terrifying thing was that the boxes where the ammunition was stored would suddenly explode, causing heavy losses to the pirates' artillery units. Coupled with the constant harassment from the monster army in the sky, the pirate gunners who had played a huge role in the greenskin siege during the siege of Bilbarri were helpless against the phalanx army that was so close and had formed a dense formation.

However, the greenskins' garbage cannons were less affected by the power of the Blood Mother, and could successfully fire a few shots from time to time. For these greenskins, which were made of various scattered parts and even iron pipes that should have been scrapped according to the lowest standards, and for whom an average of no more than five shells were fired from a hundred garbage cannons from manufacturing to scrapping, being able to fire was a great victory.

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The musketeers of the phalanx army stood on the folding stools they carried with them and fired. If the enemy broke through the front and was five or six rows away from them, they would abandon their muskets and start fighting in close combat, but they were not required to do so for the time being.

The Bull Troops went around the left wing of the Phalanx Legion and, under the cover of the Centaur Troops, they reached the front line and launched a flank attack on the Stone Trolls. These Minotaur monsters blessed by the Blood Mother were as big and strong as Trolls, and used axes and shields or two-handed battle axes. Influenced by Alina's past experience, a small number of them chose to use nail-headed hammers, which were just right for dealing with thick-skinned and tough guys like the Stone Trolls.

The shamans hovering in the air occasionally released spells such as "Paine's Tough Fur", "Rust Plague" and "Enchantment of the Blade of Eban" to enhance the bull troops and ensure that their defenses would not be easily broken by the stone trolls. Every attack launched could easily break and shatter the latter's hard shell.

The few stone heads that were not stopped by the bulls charged straight at the spears, but they could only use their meager strength to deal with the hedgehogs, and soon fell to the ground with a bang under the musket fire and the cooperation of the spellcasters.

Chapter 112: The Northern Expedition (Part 2) [Two chapters in one]

Seeing that the stone trolls' attack had no effect, if it were a human army, they might have tried other methods to find a breakthrough point in the terrain, cavalry and monster troops, and frontal gun formations.

But the greenskins' combat thinking is obviously more brutal and direct.

Seeing that without the shining gun array, they were like hedgehogs, even the dumbest guys knew that it would be useless to rush forward rashly. Even when facing more terrifying enemy monster troops, the greenskins never lacked the courage to rush forward.

And the consequences are obvious.

The troll troops who had easily chopped off the greenskins were in a state of having just warmed up and were in high spirits of fighting. Faced with the huge war pigs that were charging straight at them, the barbarians naturally wanted nothing more and only hoped to chop off a few more.

Among the legion that came with Misha to support, there were over a hundred wild bulls alone, which was already a considerable number.

The total number of Tauren troops serving in the Aiel army was only slightly over 1,500, less than 2,000. After all, not all Tauren were suitable and willing to go to the battlefield.

Note that Minotaur and "Blood Bull" belong to the same creature, but the latter is a monster unit whose physiological form has been greatly changed after being blessed by divine power. They are even rarer in number, with a total of less than four hundred. In the legion ecology, they are main monsters of a higher level than "entry-level monsters" like trolls, which are stupid and rely on thick skin and flesh.

The regular Minotaur troops can only be described as "monster infantry", the first tier, a hybrid of monsters and infantry.

These one hundred wild bulls account for almost a quarter of the total number of the tribe. Apart from Al and Alina, among the commanders, only Misha, who has affinity with the tribe and is the eldest daughter, can command these giant monsters created by the blessing of the Blood Mother.

Under the order of the eldest daughter, even the most bloodthirsty and war-hungry bulls had to control themselves and suppress their fighting spirit, obey Misha's cautious thinking, and stick together. The iron tower-like monsters stood shoulder to shoulder in a row, forming a giant wall of iron and flesh, facing the charge of the green-skinned war pig troops.

If the bulls were allowed to launch a counterattack, the outcome would be decided quickly in the clash of flesh and blood. However, the core idea of ​​Misha's command was stability, and the order she received this time was to delay. At the same time, the eldest daughter also paid great attention to the casualties of her subordinates and tribesmen. In her eyes, the green-skinned cavalry who rushed forward rashly were almost destroyed, so she was naturally unwilling to pay the possible casualties for such a short time.

The shamans prayed and chanted, creating mud or potholes on the path that the greenskins must take, and at the same time released various small spells to cause as much damage as possible during the greenskin cavalry's charge.

In just a short distance, eighty to ninety percent of the green-skinned pig-riding guys fell on the way to charge, and many others were disturbed, their speed dropped sharply, and their threat was greatly reduced.

Even if they rushed to the front of the bulls, they were completely unable to shake this huge "wall" and could not even cause any damage. They were split, smashed, and knocked away.

With the help of spells and their already strong bodies, after the momentum of the first wave of charge passed, except for a few bulls that were slightly injured, not a single bull was killed in the battle. Instead, most of the greenskin cavalry were killed.

However, this injury is nothing to the wild bulls on the battlefield. After bathing in blood and raising the wind of death, the blessing of the Mother of Fury will enable them to quickly recover from their injuries and physical strength, turning them into perpetual motion machines that never stop on the battlefield.

Misha, who was watching the battle silently, was sure that the greenskins' coming might be a test and a way to block their troops. After the force capable of causing a threat completely disappeared, she decisively gave the order to launch an attack.

The Barbarian Bulls rushed out first, completely crushing the Waterfall Cavalry who were like they had hit a rock and were shattered into pieces everywhere, and at the same time strode towards the greenskin infantry line that was still advancing.

The phalanx army also began to advance slowly, but they had to maintain their front line, so their speed was definitely not comparable to that of the monsters. After Misha saw that the main threats had disappeared, in order to let the human warriors see blood before the war officially broke out, she ordered the bulls to retreat, and return to the left rear of the entire team from the left wing of the spears.

The greenskin team, which seemed to have been crushed by a hundred heavy tanks, was already in disarray, and even showed signs of fleeing. However, the wild bulls retreated after only a short while, and the morale of the greenskins had not completely disappeared. They hesitantly reorganized themselves under the roars of their generals, and the warlords waved knives and sticks, ordering the good boys to move forward.

The benefits of being an enemy of the greenskins are:

When you have set up your defenses, built your fortifications, and are fully prepared, you need the enemy to die under your guns and add bricks and tiles to the glory you have gained;

You don't have to worry about the green orcs coming to attack you.

No matter how hard the shell is, they will still have the courage to try it until they get their heads broken and bleed and feel that it is boring and not "Waaagh" enough.

In the past, Zhendan Changyuan suffered hundreds, sometimes thousands of invasions every year during the era when invasions were most frequent. In addition to those Chaos believers with various purposes and nomads who went south to try to plunder and run away, the most numerous were the green-skinned war gangs of all sizes that were born and destroyed like morning dew.

Even when faced with the towering, iron-clad Zhendan Changyuan, many new warlords’ first reaction before they were beaten was: “What is this? Waaagh!” Moreover, if they managed to attack Changyuan and escape, they would recognize the concept of Changyuan as “a hard thing that cannot be moved”, and this concept would spread among the greenskins in the East, causing countless greenskins who had not yet been beaten to “yearn for” the legendary “very hard and very Waaaagh” Changyuan, and regard conquering that place as the most Waaaagh thing in their lives, which would then lead to countless warbands of all sizes going to attack Changyuan…

Facing the forest of spears, excluding the option of escaping (which would not be considered until morale was broken), the greenskins undoubtedly had only one option:

If you don't advance, you will retreat; if you don't retreat, you will advance.

"Waaaagh!!!"

On the left is the turbulent Thomas River, on the right are the Centaur troops who are eyeing them covetously, and behind them are the even more terrifying Minotaur troops. The general thought over and over again and it seemed that he had chosen the wrong opponent at the beginning!

That's right!

It’s still interesting to see humans Waaaagh!

Then A went up.

Faced with the troops charging forward with bared fangs and claws, if they had not just witnessed them being torn to pieces by their Beastman comrades, the Phalanx soldiers might have felt a little afraid of these barbaric enemies who roamed the southern kingdom for thousands of miles, capturing cities and strongholds wherever they went and were invincible (El:???).

But now...they are nothing more than a bunch of barbaric thugs who think they are powerful!

You will fall before our spears, swords and shields!

"prick!"

As the first row of greenskins were about to engage the spears, the frontline commander standing on the far right shouted out orders.

The spear was like a dragon. With the power of its strong muscles, it suddenly stabbed out, piercing several big holes in the bodies of the greenskins who rushed to the front.

"Advance five steps!"

"Drink! Drink! Drink!"

Neat slogans, neat rhythms, neat steps, uniform movements...these are the most basic things a military formation needs. This troop, which has only been trained for a short time, has already taken shape.

Their terrain was slightly higher than that of the greenskins. The phalanx army was like a square steel chariot, advancing slowly but firmly, constantly strangling the enemies that blocked their way with spears and muskets, turning them into corpses and crushed by the chariot tracks.

Occasionally, when encountering hard rocks or stubborn enemy resistance, the advance of a certain part of the formation is blocked, and the entire array will slow down to avoid chaos in the formation due to disconnection of teammates.

In the past, they had repeated this process countless times, and had almost engraved those commands and actions that were listed as standards and iron rules into their limbs. But after all, this was a real combat on the battlefield. The commanding officers from top to bottom did not dare to relax for a moment, for fear that the new phalanx army would perform poorly, reveal too many problems, and lose Al's attention.

Fortunately, without any other interference, such as cavalry, flanking attacks, rear attacks, monsters, long-range artillery and other factors affecting the battle, the enemy faced each other head-on, with just a group of burly green-skinned barbarians who were just an ordinary force. They were not the trump cards of any major warlord or the legendary troops among the greenskins.

The morale was also hit hard by the casualties caused by the Barbarians before, and they were simply unable to withstand the advancement of the phalanx, let alone break through the front line. They could only repeat the same process: crowding forward, being stabbed to death or pushed away by spears; the follow-up troops pressed forward and continued the torturous process.