Warhammer

We may fail and die, but it will be glorious, and all Estalia will envy us for dying in battle with such a glorious moment!

"Sigma!"

A thunderous chanting sounded, and a group of short-haired nuns wearing heavy armor, chains and scriptures hanging from their waists finished their prayers and stood up from the ground.

They raised their hammers or giant swords and declared their determination to the sky and the earth.

The will to fight is rekindled!

The Estalia clenched their weapons tightly and uttered a resolute battle cry along with this prayer that was completely different from what most of them believed in.

"Estalia!"

“God of people and women!”

"Long live our homeland!"

After being plowed by artillery fire, the already inconspicuous appearance looked even more dilapidated, but the firmness and tragic will contained in it made even the brutal and ruthless green-skinned warrior, siege commander, and bald beast feel it.

It looks like there will be a very waaaagh, very green battle waiting for us!

The iron-masked warrior waved his hand, and the night goblin staff officer raised his spear and swung it forward.

The greenskins pushed the siege towers and battering rams and began to move towards Weiling.

Inside the city, the renovated maidens who had completed their prayers took the lead and were divided into two groups, one group guarding behind the city gate, and the other group climbing up the city wall, ready to fight the greenskins.

This wandering sect that started its missionary tour from the Empire happened to pass through Batol when the Greenskin War broke out, and entered Estalia under the vigilance and courtesy of the knights. The Carcassonne Round Table Council, which believed in virtue, tranquility, and secluded life, did not welcome these women who, in their opinion, were too rebellious.

They considered themselves to be Sigmar's nuns, and His reserve brides and daughters. Although the state religion of Altdorf tried its best to refute their claims of finding wives and daughters for the God-Emperor, it did not matter to the nuns who controlled the military power and received a steady stream of spiritual and material support from the women of the empire.

A few who acted and believed in radical ideas were despised and rejected by the entire empire, or they were simply too devout in their faith and wanted to convert to Batto today and Zhendan tomorrow, so they formed a traveling religious group to spread the gospel of the God-Emperor everywhere.

As long as they leave the empire, the trouble will no longer be theirs.

These itinerant nuns would slaughter monsters, clear out bandits and gangs, and judge injustices in the name of Sigmar, and they were supported by civilians everywhere.

They are all fierce women wearing heavy armor, wrapped in blessed chains, with sacred scriptures hanging around their waists, wielding war hammers and two-handed swords, and chanting the name of Sigmar to slaughter enemies on the battlefield.

In the process of trying the brutal nobles and greedy factory owners, this group of itinerant nuns beat up the Imperial Greatswords (although the latter did not really want to fight them), faced the volleys of guns from mercenaries and private soldiers recruited by the factory owners, defeated the factory protection army, dragged out the factory owners who abused and exploited the workers, and hanged them on street lamps in the name of Sigmar.

Then he was hated to such an extent that people found an excuse to send him abroad.

Almost all the itinerant cults currently active around the world have had this experience: they rise up, stir up trouble, and then are driven away to any place other than their own country.

They had just entered the country when the war broke out, and because of their missionary work and meddling along the way, they were unable to catch up with the first wave of hasty southern expeditions, and therefore did not experience that terrible defeat. Now they are fully equipped and their morale is high. They passed by Weiling originally for a short rest, but they did not expect that this place would soon become a frontline battlefield.

But it doesn’t matter.

It's the same everywhere, always hate and slaughter the greenskins. Slaughtering these savage bastards wherever you meet them is a good virtue that every Sigmar believer must possess!

"For Sigma!"

"God Emperor! Victory belongs to us!"

The white-haired nun tucked her war hammer under her armpit, flipping through scriptures, and blessing every warrior who passed by her.

Despite their different beliefs, the people of Weiling are still inspired by these Sigmar Sisters. This is their home, and they can only shed blood here!

Fight to the death!

Chapter 81: The Wild Monster is Behind

“waaaaaaaagh!!!!!!!!”

The green tide swept across the mountains and plains towards Weiling. This dilapidated and congested small city seemed like it would be crushed and destroyed by the greenskins' brute force in the next second, just like the countless cities they had destroyed along the way, the only difference was the scale.

This small inland city normally had no need for city defense. There was not a single cannon, and all the muskets were brought by soldiers and civilians themselves. There were not even many usable weapons in the warehouses, and many of them were left here without the army that marched south.

Even the city walls are barely usable after emergency maintenance, and the city council even considered demolishing them altogether.

They were already on the verge of collapse in the previous artillery fire. Without strong morale support, they would probably collapse and flee when the battle started.

However, the shameful rout and defeat of the Estalia people must be put to an end at least in Vering!

The people standing on the city wall have this belief in their hearts:

This city will use all the beating noble hearts and the blood of the brave to wash away the haze that shrouds the hearts of the Estalians!

We may lose—but we will not fail!

Human long-range weapons began to show their power. Muskets and crossbows were concentrated in the hands of the best archers. The mages participating in defending the city guided the wind of magic, releasing fireballs, windblasts, and lightning to attack the greenskin siege towers. Not to be outdone, the greenskin shamans released weird spells towards the top of the city.

A big hole was smashed in the middle of the two siege towers. One of them struggled for a while and finally broke and fell down, killing many unlucky greenskins. The other one continued to move forward after a brief pause.

Conversely, there were several places on the top of the city wall where rocks flew and gaps were created by the shaman's spells, and more than a dozen unfortunate soldiers fell down.

The Vilings, who lacked equipment to defend the city, could only watch the enemy getting closer and closer to the city wall. Although muskets and crossbows were trying their best to kill the greenskins, they were too few compared to the number of the enemy.

With the help of the big waaaaagh, minor injuries and wounds, unless they are fatal, will not have any effect on these greenskins. Even if broken limbs and flowing intestines are serious injuries to humans, the greenskins can connect the limbs and stuff the intestines back into the stomach and continue fighting in minutes.

The best way for the Weiling people to cause casualties with long-range attacks is to hit the head and cause subsequent wounds.

But there was not much time left, as the first greenskin siege tower had already leaned against the city wall, making a muffled thud.

Without any pause, the plank bridge was lowered, and the first greenskin roared waaaagh and rushed onto the city wall!

"Oh!"

The war hammer smashed its head, and the big guy fell to his knees with weak legs.

The Sister withdrew her hammer from the sticky mass of its skull and brain and let out a battle cry.

"Sigma!!!"

"Sigma!!!"

More greenskins rushed onto the city walls, and the soldiers defending the city also boosted their morale and fought back resolutely.

The enemy's artillery continued to fire, and the northwest wall could no longer withstand the pressure and collapsed.

A gap appeared!

The greenskins, who had been prepared for a long time, rushed in through the gap under the command of the generals. Waiting for them were the militia and civilian army hastily assembled by the Estalia people.

The bald general who was in charge of the overall situation couldn't help but raise his hand and scratch his bald scalp.

Even after being taken in by the warlord Gao Maoliang, it still maintained its previous attire as a Chaos Dwarf slave. It also did not repair the crack on its helmet that once symbolized loyalty, making it look extremely ridiculous at first glance.

A big black warrior with a bald scalp.

But no one dares to ignore its power.

The night goblin staff officer hunched over and whispered something to the general. The bald man hesitated, shook his head, and then watched waaaagh's progress.

Big warlords prefer to use calm green-skinned generals as commanders to avoid being killed by the enemy and causing a sharp drop in morale.

Of course, first of all, individual combat effectiveness must be guaranteed, otherwise they will not be able to suppress the greenskins below.

As they gained a firm foothold on the city walls and the gaps, the greenskins continued to expand the influence of the bridgehead. Although the Estalia people, who had been besieged for days, were inspired to fight to the death in the tragic heroism, many people had not had a good rest due to several days of artillery bombardment and harassment. In addition, most of them were untrained civilians and could not get the blessing of faith. Instead, the greenskins would occasionally receive spell support from the shamans and the powerful waaaaagh ability enhancement.

Casualties inevitably increased, and more and more greenskins were able to enter the city. Every time a greenskin was killed, at least three to five militiamen had to be sacrificed. Only the heavily armored Sigma Sisters could gain an advantage over the big guys. Even the veterans who had been on the battlefield could only rely on better coordination and training, and with the help of their teammates, they could only deal with the big guys and barely achieve a one-for-one or two-for-one casualty ratio.

As more powerful big guys, as well as goblin archers and lurkers joined the battlefield, the balance suddenly tilted towards the greenskins.

The goblin lurkers who were throwing stinking greenskin bombs made of greenskin feces, rotten flesh and toxins laughed sharply and threw the ammunition in the crowd and on the heads of the Vilings. The pungent stench made people feel nauseous and dizzy. Many people were chopped down by the greenskins while feeling nauseous and in a trance.

If Al saw this scene, he would definitely think that his Troll Goblin Grenadiers were similar to this thing.

The goblin boys used blowguns and shortbows to command the city wall positions opened up by the big guys, and rained arrows on the militia, which soon caused considerable trouble for the Estalia people who generally had no armor or leather armor.

The nuns performed brilliantly in the battle against the greenskins, but no matter what, they only had a strength of two hundred people. In order to stabilize the overall defense, they had to continue to disperse and lead the team to guard various passages. With the participation of powerful big guys, casualties gradually appeared.

Battle Sisters began to suffer casualties. One sister smashed a giant beast with a hammer, but was chopped down by a giant beast that rushed over from the other side. Before she could get up, a knife chopped off the beast's head through the gap. The head still had an enthusiastic expression on its face even at the moment of death. She held it high in her hand to show the glory she had gained to the enemies and other greenskins.

The phalanx did shine in street fighting, with its clustered spears, swords and shields being able to effectively resist the greenskins, but in the absence of long-range force support, a few phalanxes could only be constantly worn down by the greenskins bit by bit, and then when the spearmen were weakened and not strong enough to contend with them, they could launch a charge and break through their positions.

The city wall was completely lost, and the remaining troops had to abandon the outskirts of Viling and withdraw the remaining forces. Before that, they had blocked most of the passages with various waste materials, leaving only a few main ones for the greenskins to attack.

With the help of narrow terrain and the cover of buildings, the greenskins' individual combat power and long-range attack advantages were temporarily lost.

At such a distance, human muskets and crossbows can also kill the greenskins more accurately. The human archers occupying the high-rise buildings continue to shoot at the greenskins, and the reckless big guys keep falling on the road of charge.

It seemed that humanity had gained a foothold.

"Aww~!"

Roars came from behind the greenskins, and the greenskins who were in a stalemate with humans gave way.

A group of huge monsters, emitting a body odor far more foul than that of the greenskins, staggered towards the front line. A group of goblin creatures were squatting on their shoulders, whispering into the trolls' ears.

Soon, the group of monsters came to the front of the formation, and the goblin boy grabbed their ears and gave orders.

This group of trolls, who seemed to have been conditioned by some means, roared suddenly. The goblins quickly jumped off them and got behind the greenskin army amid the kicks of the big guys. At this time, the trolls had already launched a charge towards the human positions.

The low-intelligence, but fearless monsters rushed through the spear formation with the big guys following closely! They tore apart the solid defense and pulled the defenders back into hand-to-hand combat. Every time they swung their machetes or clubs, they could take down several human warriors.

The shaman also entered the city and used spells to attack the defending archers on the high ground.

Two wyverns took off from the camp and, controlled by their riders, flew over the heads of the defenders, dropping the bomb baskets in their claws.

A few loud bangs!

The defenders in the back row were smashed to pieces, and the greenskins in the front line broke through. Although the nuns and officers tried their best to maintain the front line, they were still unable to resist the obvious defeat.

It's time to bleed!

The nun was replaced from the battlefield and simply went to the rear to catch her breath. She took off her helmet, and her short silver hair was stained with the blood of many friendly soldiers and enemies. Just like her heroic face, it was full of murderous intent.

They may fail here today, but victory will surely be won back on more battlefields!

"For Sigma!"

The nun picked up the scripture, gently kissed its golden skull cover, hung it back around her waist, and returned to the front line.

......

"Woo..."

General Bald Beast, who was about to lead the general attack, was stunned when he heard the horn sound from behind.

It had a stern face (which no one else could see) and looked behind it in confusion, as if something red was shaking over there.

A goblin scout riding a wolf rushed straight into the camp. Under the gaze of the bald man, he fell off the wolf's back, crawled to the feet of the great general, and said a lot of gibberish.

"Red! Red is weird, something weird is coming!"

"Big guys, lots and lots of big guys! Bigger, waaaagh than big guys!"

The warlord frowned (unable to be seen by others), kicked the goblin boy aside, and let out a dull growl from behind the iron mask. His fellow slaves, the Dark Iron Orc guards who were dressed exactly like the warlord, followed the warlord and led the central army to turn around and line up facing the rear.

It wants to see what kind of creature dares to run behind the green skin.

Chapter 82: Collision, Breakthrough, waaaaagh

Legends are just legends.

The situation was probably like this:

A wise and brave leader, an eternal and invincible warmaster, the Eternal Chosen One who is loved by all mortals forever... (A space is left here to show respect) Ai'er, riding a griffin, braved the artillery fire of the greenskin pirates to go to the battlefield and observe the battle situation. The defense forces of the city of Viling were greatly encouraged by witnessing the heroic figure of the Chosen One in the sky, and thus they were able to hold on.

Afterwards, the God's Chosen One rushed back to the central army at lightning speed, advancing at full speed, and at the most critical moment before the city was broken, he led the God's Chosen Army to the outside of the city.

Celestine El, one of the chosen mothers at the time and a relatively healthy one.

Riding on a horse, he looked out at the smoke-filled city of Viling and said to the Everchosen: "The people of Viling are isolated and helpless."

The Eternal God selected the sword of motherly love, looked into the distance, and said firmly: "We are not without help!"

Then he led the charge, with the help of his very healthy mother (one of the Chosen Ones) and the healthy Alina (), he first killed the big guy blocking the way, then killed the general, and finally killed the greenskin commander in the battle, defeated the enemy, rescued Viling, and won the glorious victory in the first battle of the Eternal Chosen's salvation expedition, which is still sung today.

......

Maybe embellished a bit.

At certain times, just certain times, there would be a slight change in the person who said to Al at that time: "The people of Viling are isolated and helpless."

At first, she was an unnamed character, then she became the healthier young mother Celestine, and sometimes she was the goat mother Elune, the holy warrior Claudia, the eldest of the heirs Misha, the best of the sons Simon...

However, the character who accompanies the Everchosen in the charge has not changed. She has always been the very healthy adoptive mother of El, the Centaur Alina.

Of course, the specific circumstances of the incident and the way it was spread can be considered slightly embellished, if not overwhelming.

What kind of person is Al?