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Fulgrim had no doubts. These four border passes were the most important fortresses in the province of Macedonia. He only had three legions at hand, but had to deal with four rebel legions. Therefore, he only stationed a small number of auxiliary soldiers in these four fortresses. Now that reinforcements from the four legions had arrived, it was reasonable for them to station heavy troops in these important castles.

On the ninth day, the Iron Hands Legion had already arrived in Skopje, and the other three legions had gathered in the heart of Macedonia. They were a little slower, and were expected to join the Warmaster in a few hours. Fulgrim was very happy and warmly welcomed Philus, the giant snake beauty and his best sister.

"It's been a long time since I last saw you, Fulgrim! Back then, I was in the mountains of Greece, eating and sleeping all day, killing time out of boredom. It was you and the Janissaries of the Third Legion who found me. We fought for a long time without a clear winner. It was you who told me how wonderful the civilized society outside the mountains was, how powerful the Ottoman Sultan was, and how he was willing to satisfy everyone's wishes. I felt that I had nothing to do, so I followed you to become a Janissary! What was the Sultan's name at the time? Murad I?"

Philus enthusiastically stretched out her two huge arms, gently held Fulgrim in her palms, held him high, and then used her cheeks to rub her delicate body draped in a purple toga.

"Yes, it happened more than 70 years ago. At that time, he was the third Sultan. Now Bayezid II is the eighth Sultan. We immortals have lived for six dynasties.

Old minister.

Fulgrim kissed Philus' cheek affectionately.

"Back then, we were all members of the Third Legion, the Janissaries of the Caliph's son. We fought side by side and served the Ottoman Empire. We were the bravest and most powerful in the entire legion. Everyone in the legion was wondering, the old legion commander was so old, after he retired, who would be the new legion commander, you or me?"

"Yes, yes. Unfortunately, later on, Lightning Bayezid gradually expanded the Janissary army from three legions to twenty legions, and transferred me from the Caliph's Son to be the commander of the Tenth Legion. After that, the number of times we met became less and less."

Philus waved her iron-gray snake-scale tail in dissatisfaction, slapping the ground continuously. The poisonous snakes transformed from a large number of hairs also made dissatisfied hissing sounds.

"Especially Murad II! That ogre made me stay in Bulgaria, my old lair, and exiled you and the Third Legion to Asia Minor, thousands of miles away. We were separated for 20 to 30 years, and only met again recently. Now that you are the warmaster, do you want to transfer my Tenth Legion there so that we can be stationed together again?"

Philus stared at the beauty in her palm with a hopeful look, and her beautiful iron-gray eyes blinked.

"I will try my best."

Fulgrim gave a weary smile.

"It was not until I took this position that I realized how difficult it is to be a warlord. All the legion commanders under my command are not obedient to me, and I am not an all-rounder. Perturabo is better at positional warfare than I am, Chagatai's cavalry tactics are better than mine, Lorgar has the strongest priest group in the entire Ottoman Empire, and the necromancy of the vampires of the Midnight Lords is unrivaled in the world. They are all arrogant, and I have to coordinate the work of these legion commanders, take care of their emotions, and remain objective and neutral. It is really difficult. If I give you special treatment today, these people will shout that I am biased tomorrow.

Besides, most of your Tenth Legion are Bulgarian beastmen, so let's think about the matter of relocating them. Besides, I've already been transferred back from Asia Minor, so even if we don't stay together, we're very close, so we can visit each other and it's easier to meet, right?"

Philus showed an aggrieved expression as she looked at Fulgrim's embarrassed expression, but she did not make any unreasonable demands and just sighed.

"I always feel like we have less and less time to meet. Come on, let's drink!"

"it is good."

Fulgrim came down from inside Philus's palm and just raised his wine glass, but the herald came to report that Gillian had launched an attack again.

Fulgrim gave his sister an apologetic smile, put down the wine he had not yet drunk, strode out of the tent, and headed towards the battlefield in the face of Filth's disappointed face.

This time, it should be a general attack. The gold dwarves of the Seventh Legion, the Sultan's Fist, were the first to rush out of the city gate. These gold dwarves, who were more than one meter tall and extremely burly, were dressed in heavy zebra armor and chain mail. They all held large shields in their left hands, with the bottom of the shield placed directly on the ground as a base to support the weapon. They held halberds and muskets in their right hands, and placed these weapons on the shields, forming a dense forest of halberds and guns, forming dense queues, and slowly advancing forward with heavy and slow steps.

Behind the huge and heavy infantry of the Seventh Legion, a large number of dwarves directly pulled out the Sultan's Fist's eighty dwarven artillery pieces from the city, and organized them together with the Dark Angels' Terrorwing bombing force, and began bombing at a distance of thousands of meters!

Under the cover of the artillery fire that covered the sky, the huge army of gold dwarves roared forward and began to advance. Although they were short in stature, they were strong and sturdy. The combination of heavy armor and shields stretched their defense to a very terrifying level! The three musket battalions stopped at a position of 200 meters and began to deploy skirmishers and shoot, breaking up the whole into small pieces and firing freely in the direction of the enemy.

The remaining four battalions, with their heavy shields and long spears, formed a long formation with a width of 25 and a thickness of 4, based on the company. They marched forward steadily with heavy steps under the golden flags embroidered with black fists.

"Lorgar! Get your men to stop them!"

Fulgrim hurried out of the camp and saw that the enemy had sent infantry to lead the charge. He knew that this group of people was definitely not the main force, so he only ordered the largest number of armed forces to divide into groups to resist.

Lorgar nodded and also sent out seven battalions of Janissaries to engage in direct confrontation with the Sultan's Fist. The Word Bearers from four infantry battalions, wearing heavy armor and holding large shields and spears, formed the same phalanx and fought together with the gold dwarves from four infantry battalions. Their spears and halberds slashed fiercely on the opponent's shields, and the battle was difficult to determine.

Faced with the 3,000 dwarf musketeers arranged in a skirmish formation, Lorgar directly sent out a troop of light cavalry to quickly engage the enemy and harass them. A large number of auxiliary soldiers armed with large shields and spears but without armor assisted the light cavalry in the sweep.

The skirmish formation can indeed improve shooting accuracy, but the personnel are too dispersed, and they cannot cope with dense square formations. Once they get into close combat, a bunch of people crowded together on the local battlefield will have the absolute advantage of fighting a skirmisher. Moreover, the dwarves have short legs and run slowly, and the auxiliary soldiers have no armor and move much faster, so it is very easy to drive away the enemy.

However, the Seventh Legion was just a cover. Although the Gold Dwarves were capable of fighting, they were too slow. If they were not sent out first, it might lead to a disconnect on the battlefield. After them, the Thirteenth Legion, the Ultramarines, a huge army that was worth two men each, also rushed in.

It came out, and from a distance it looked like a huge dark blue wave. Fulgrim waved his hand and ordered all the Word Bearers to advance with a large number of auxiliary soldiers. The soldiers, wearing heavy armor and sky blue and crimson robes, fought furiously together.

Behind the two legions, the 4,000 werewolves of the Sixth Legion, Iskandar, came out with their giant wolf companions accompanied by creepy wolf howls. The bloodthirsty wolves, like the storm and frost in the winter, furiously charged at the enemy.

Fulgrim looked at Philus silently, and the Gorgon waved his hand. The Tenth Legion, which was composed of Viking half-giants, three or four little Gorgons, and a large number of Bulgarian beastmen, immediately rushed out with a roar and fought against their own people!

These beastmen were all carefully selected personal soldiers by Filus. They were not the most common and widespread werewolves in Yugoslavia, but extremely rare snake-like beastmen. After the Janissaries of the Iron Hands were transformed into beasts, their skin grew iron-gray solid scales, which, combined with the zebra armor and chain mail covering their bodies, gave them hopeless defense. Several of the werewolves had their teeth broken, but they still failed to make the other party bleed!

The last to appear were the First Legion, the Dark Angels. Fulgrim roared and immediately led the entire Third Legion into battle. The spearmen formed into dense phalanxes to resist the ruthless charge of these black knights. The archers drew their bows and shot an impenetrable rain of arrows into the sky.

Ryan did not speak either, and continued to repeat the tactics he used a few days ago: the artillery's Terror Wings cleared the way, the armored cavalry's Steel Wings charged, and the heavy cavalry's Hurricane Wings swept.

Fulgrim knew that the Janissary spearmen could not stop this attack, so she led three hundred Phoenix Guards directly to the front line. She shouted angrily, and a huge phoenix shadow slowly rose up. The huge shadow of flames covered the sky of the entire camp. The purple-gold phoenix flame spread out in all directions like raindrops. The three hundred Phoenix Guards, and even the seven hundred Janissaries nearby, were all burning with purple-gold phoenix flames!

Just as the Dreadwing's artillery fire plowed through the place and the Steelwing was about to launch a charge, the Dark Angel suddenly discovered that the Janissaries that were knocked down by the artillery fire had climbed up again like ghosts. Fulgrim's Phoenix Flame, which covered the entire army, gave these thousand people the same abnormal healing ability as himself. All the parts of everyone crushed by the artillery fire were reborn in the purple-gold flames! They picked up their spears and quickly reorganized the battle line, using their flesh and blood to defend against the indestructible armored cavalry!

Chapter 323: Reinforcements Arrive

Level 4, what does it mean?

Level one professionals are trained militiamen, level two professionals are already skilled fighters and veterans, and level three professionals are considered elites, bodyguards and guards of big shots.

But at level 4? Level 4 professionals are the stepping stone to the knight class in Western Europe. They are eligible to be canonized as a real knight by the lord. They are fully qualified to be the captain of a ship at sea, leading hundreds of people to fight against the wind and waves. On the grassland, they are the head of nomads. If they work hard, they can even become the chief of a small tribe! In remote areas, they can even be regarded as overlords and local emperors.

In the Ottoman Empire, only a fourth-level professional was qualified to become a most ordinary Janissary. This feared sultan's personal guard destroyed Karaman in the south, attacked Hungary in the north, blocked Timur in the east, swallowed the Balkans in the west, stepped on the land and the Black Sea, pointed the sword at the Eurasian continent, and achieved a terrifying reputation.

And now, all over the mountains and plains, tens of thousands of level 4 professionals and tens of thousands of Janissaries, with hoarse throats, roared out the battle cries from various legions, and bloody collisions and fights together! The most elite armed forces of the Ottoman Empire killed each other on the battlefield, and the Janissaries of different legions, driven by the savagery and desires of the legion leaders, shouted and fought fiercely! Sparing no effort to destroy and destroy the most elite and core legions of the empire!

Swords clashed, arrows collided. Countless level 4 professionals marched into the battlefield in neat steps, and then fell down in groups like weeds, turning into meaningless records of deaths, and their broken corpses dotted the bloody battlefield.

In a corner of the battlefield, the Sultan's Fists, covering the mountains and plains, charged forward under the cover of artillery and bullets that covered the sky. The long axes and giant halberds turned into dense metal forests, hacking and stabbing the Word Bearers. Groups of Iskandar Dire Wolves charged forward like a winter blizzard, but were blocked by the armored snakemen assembled into a steel wall, unable to move forward. The dark angels roared and launched waves of terrifying cavalry group charges like a tsunami, causing the sons of the caliph to fall one after another, but those Janissaries were bathed in the flames of the phoenix and reborn in the army of the dark angels! The positions of both sides were instantly staggered and merged together. The front line was like a jagged line, and the whole battlefield was in chaos!

Amid terrifying screams, arrows and bullets rained down from the sky, blocking out the sun, pouring down on the heads of the soldiers on both sides like a violent storm, shooting the Janissaries into hedgehogs and tearing them into pieces. The gunners on both sides opened fire together in madness, and the sky full of artillery shells whistled and tore through the sky, slamming heavily on the jagged battle lines, destroying the lives of friendly and enemy troops at the same time. The mages didn't care about much, they even gave up on spells to counter the enemy, and only chose large-scale damaging magic such as Fireball, pouring it down on the area where the enemy was most concentrated!

As long-range support firepower cleared a battlefield, soldiers on both sides would

They rushed into the open space like mad dogs, trampling on the corpses, waving their weapons, dancing on the corpses of the Janissaries, and fighting each other in an extremely frenzied manner.

The Iron Hands sent out two giant Medusas that were tens of meters long. These iron-scaled beasts shuttled across the battlefield. Their snake tails covered with iron scales squirmed in the mountains of corpses. Blood dyed every fine snake scale red. Thousands of poisonous snakes in their hair opened their mouths wide and hissed at the enemy, solidifying large groups of Iskandar dire wolves into eternal stone sculptures. Their angry, fanatical faces were forever frozen in a moment of time.

But they were also targeted immediately. The priests of Iskandar Wolf chanted a spell, and the three strongest wolves of the legion commander grew exponentially larger under the spell, turning into two black giant wolves with shoulder heights of five to six meters and lengths of nine to ten meters! They roared, howled, and ran. After crushing more than a dozen soldiers of the Iron Hand to death, their huge claws pounced on the giant Gorgons, biting their slender and delicate snake bodies with their fangs and claws, killing them with flying iron scales and splashing blood, but they were also entangled by the giant python, and several ribs were directly broken!

The Lord of the Sixteenth Legion roared angrily, assembled the largest group of priests in the Ottoman Empire, and began to charge forward. From afar, this elite army looked like a burning golden ant carpet, crawling on the bloody ground. Hundreds of grand imams, with the golden flames of Allah burning all over their bodies, turned into indestructible flaming steel knives and charged forward, at one point breaking through the Sultan's Fist's front line.

But the next second, the Lord of the Seventh Legion, Rogge, personally intercepted them. He led hundreds of mountain guards composed of golden dwarf paladins and stood in front of the enemy. This imperial guard of Sultan Murad II lived up to their name. They fought to the death under the crazy charge of the Word Bearers. A group of paladins even directly activated the invincibility that made them immune to all damage for twelve seconds, and then called on the artillery fire of the entire legion to start a round of carpet bombing with them as the center! Endless black smoke and artillery fire extinguished the sacred flame of Allah!

The Ultramarines were also attacked by the Night Lords. The endless army of Undead marched in staggering steps, relying on their numerical advantage to encircle and surround the enemy. The Necromancers, who were the grassroots cadres of the legion, used various spells to strengthen the Undead under their command, greatly increasing their attack speed. Some even exploded directly in the crowd of Ultramarines. The shock wave of the explosion carried the rotten flesh that had long been oozing with pus, and it splashed like bullets, killing everyone nearby.

Skeleton bears, carrion elephants, zombie dragons... many huge but deformed and rotten undead monsters hid among the army, baring their fangs and claws towards the Extreme Marines and launching an attack. Relying on their huge size and strength advantage, they tore the Janissaries into pieces one by one, but were soon reduced to ashes under the powerful barrage of muskets and bows and arrows by the Extreme Marines.

Vampire lords roamed the battlefield laughing, reaping the blood of their enemies. The swarm of bats that covered the sky and the sun rushed towards the ranks of the Ultramarines like an avalanche, drowning all the soldiers. Bats as big as sparrows even drilled into the soldiers' armor and tore the faces, chests and crotches of the Janissaries with their fangs and sharp claws, causing chaos and screams.

The two-headed eagles of Angros fought angrily. Relying on the power of their blood, these magic warriors who practiced both magic and martial arts like Aenarion held a sharp blade in one hand and magic in the other. The overwhelming flames burned the bats, and the enchanted burning blades fought against the Blood Lord. Even the Vampire Lord found this group of people difficult to deal with.

In the center of the battlefield, the phantom of a purple-gold phoenix hung in the sky, constantly throwing flames and rain to the ground. Fulgrim and her Janissaries, bathing in this purple-gold rain of fire, were almost immortal. No matter how many injuries they suffered, they could recover. Not to mention Aenarion, Llane killed her three times with three consecutive Holy Slashes, but she resurrected three times! Llane forced all the Steelwings and Deathwings to dismount and fight on foot. With the triple heavy armor of the Steelwings and the magic plate armor of the Deathwings, they could resist these immortal sons of the Caliph!

The sounds of dancing blades, trembling strings, and artillery fire were endless; the sounds of shouting, roaring, and screaming reached the sky; the eight most elite legions of the Ottoman Empire were fighting together. Everyone believed that they represented the empire and justice, and that the other side was a traitor and rebel, and they spared no effort to destroy the empire's most elite forces. The battle had lasted for two hours since it broke out. A large number of Janissaries were killed every minute and every second, but despite such a high casualty rate, no legion had any intention of retreating. Instead, they became more angry and more bloodthirsty and warlike because of the fall of their comrades!

"Destroy the rebels! Enter the capital! Eliminate the rulers! Allah! Hu Akbar!!!"

The dark angels roared and charged forward.

"Destroy the rebels! Kill Gilman! Kill Ryan! Allah! Hu Akbar!!!"

Fulgrim called on the soldiers to fight back. She knew that the reason why Gilman risked everything and fought so fiercely was because her reinforcements were about to arrive. When the seven legions gathered under the city of Skopje, everything would be over. The capital of Macedonia was not Constantinople, how could it possibly withstand the fierce attacks of seven legions!!!

At this moment, the earth seemed to be shaking even more violently, and dust was flying inexplicably on the eastern horizon. As time passed, the sharp-eyed Janissaries could already see a huge army that stretched as far as the eye could see, crawling towards the battlefield like a steel ant carpet.

Above this legion, three brightly colored flags are flying to indicate their identity.

Pale banner with red lightning, the white scars of the Fifth Legion.

The golden flag is embroidered with red blood drops, the Ninth Legion of zombies.

Black flag with white ravens, the 19th Legion Raven Guard.

Reinforcements arrived.

Chapter 324: Loyalty and Betrayal

Fulgrim breathed a sigh of relief. It was too difficult to apply Komnenos' self-regeneration to a thousand soldiers. He was almost at his limit. Lion's Holy Slash was too damaging. It was a huge burden on his mana to restore so much health in an instant. Fortunately, reinforcements had arrived. No matter how powerful Lion was, it was impossible for him to fight two legion commanders at the same time.

The four legions of the Ottoman Empire were encouraged to see friendly forces coming, and shouted wildly, "Reinforcements have arrived, reinforcements have arrived!" The fighting became more fierce.

However, the four rebel legions showed no fear or intention of retreating when they saw the enemy reinforcements coming. Instead, they fought hand-to-hand and killed each other even more fiercely.

The Ottoman Janissaries sighed that although they were enemies, they were worthy of being the Janissaries of the empire. Even when they were in desperate situations, they were not afraid of life and death and continued to fight. Very good, let us give these former comrades-in-arms the final relief.

Fulgrim immediately sent out messengers, and a dozen soldiers of the Caliph's son rode the fastest horses across the battlefield and arrived at the locations of the three legions, delivering the warmaster's orders to the three legion commanders.

"Warmaster's orders! The Fifth Legion, the White Scars, has many cavalry and ogres. Jaghatai Khan, you are responsible for outflanking the enemy's right wing!

The 19th Legion of the Raven Guard, Serbian Knights, Commander Clarks, surround the enemy's left wing!

The Ninth Legion of Ghouls is a legion of the undead, Archduke Sanguinius, you guys come to fill the front line, quickly!"

"For the Empire."

The three legion commanders bowed in salute to show their obedience to the warmaster's orders. Dozens of messengers tightened the reins, ordered the horses to turn, and returned to the legion commanders to obey their orders and issue orders for them. The three legions followed closely behind, one going to the left wing, one to the right wing, and one heading straight to the rear.

But just as the three legions had arrived at the rear of the Ottoman army, the left wing and the right wing, and were about to reach the mission site, an ogre ignited the lead-spraying cannon in his hand and bombarded the messenger into pieces with terrifying shotgun shells. A vampire lord sucked the blood of everyone like a ghost, and the Serbian knight also ruthlessly drew out his blade and killed the messenger who turned around on the spot!

Amidst the thousands of troops, a heroic vampire lord dressed in golden plate armor proudly drew her weapon and pointed her sword to the sky. She was an angel from heaven - at least she used to be. The edges of each feather on her pure white and holy wings were stained with terrifying scarlet blood, and the tips of the feathers were so red that they were almost black. The intersection of blood and feathers presented magnificent and terrifying blood-colored lines.

Above her long golden hair, which was as smooth as a waterfall, there used to be a golden halo emitting the glory of God, but that halo has now degenerated into a shocking color of blood, and blood is constantly dripping down. Drops of scarlet blood flow down her long golden hair, dripping to the ground.

Her extremely beautiful face turned as pale as paper, revealing an alternative morbid beauty. Her eyes that once burned with golden holy fire had long since degenerated into blood, like two dazzling rubies, emitting the breath of death in the darkness, changing the temperament of this blood angel from holy and beautiful to enchanting and terrifying.

"Undead from Wallachia! Mages! Vampires!!! The Ottoman Empire conquered our country! Destroyed our city! Forced my father to send me and my brother to the Ottoman court as hostages! Demand that every vampire lord in Wallachia! Every necromancer! Even every corpse, fight for the Ottoman Empire! Shed the last drop of blood for the Sultan in a foreign land! Are you willing?!"

Lord of Wallachia, King of the Ninth Legion, Prince of the Impaler, Vlad III - Sanguinius raised his sword high and roared loudly.

"I don't want to! I ...!!!"

The vampires and necromancers of the Ninth Legion also raised their swords and staves, roaring loudly with their hoarse voices, echoing their vampire lord.

"The Ottoman Empire is in chaos now! The Sultan can't control his subjects! Gilman promised that if we help her win, the Principality of Wallachia will regain its independence! And gain her friendship! What do you think we should do now?!"

"Kill them all! Leave no one behind!!!"

The Undead Lords of the Ninth Legion, in front of the shocked gazes of their allies and behind their defenseless backs, let out bloodthirsty roars.

"That's right, kill them all, leaving no one alive! Everyone, charge for Wallachia!!!"

The fallen blood angel stared coldly at the battlefield with his ruby-like eyes, with the sword in his hand pointing directly at Fulgrim!

"Long live Wallachia!!!"

Under the command of the Lord of the Ninth Legion, the zombies let out a terrifying war roar like a tsunami, like a huge wave of rotten flesh and blood, and white bones, which directly hit the most vulnerable and unprotected rear of the Ottoman army!

The giant ghoul guards directly under Sanguinius rushed to the front. These ghouls, with rotten flesh, distorted bodies, hideous faces, and as huge as horses, were wearing triple heavy armor and wielding giant hammers, wooden sticks, and even a

The corpse of the soldier in heavy armor leaped into the crowd with great anger and started killing people!

Fulgrim was stunned for a moment, then discovered that there was also a problem with his left wing.

The leader of the 19th Legion Raven Guard, Princess Krakos Brankovic of Serbia was shrouded in black veil and black armor, and her face and figure could not be seen clearly. The 19th Legion was composed entirely of Serbian Slavic beastmen, birds of prey. These black knights with wings on their ribs, riding on horses, looked like ghosts, staring coldly at the battlefield, which made people feel creepy.

"In the Battle of Ankara, the Serbs withstood the heavy cavalry charge of the Timurid Empire and even rushed to Timur's Golden Tent.

In the Battle of Varna, the Serbs killed the Polish-Hungarian king. We have paid enough for the Ottoman Empire, but how did Murad II repay us? "

Clarks opened her red lips and whispered quietly in a clear and pleasant voice, but that voice was full of coldness and terror, making people's hair stand on end.

"He married my sister! But he refused to touch her until his death! He also asked her to take care of and raise a slave girl's illegitimate child, Zhang Da! This is a humiliation to the Brankovic family! It is also a humiliation to the entire Kingdom of Serbia! The Ottoman Empire is not worthy of our continued loyalty!

Warmaster Gilman made a promise! As long as we defeat the Ottoman army here, the Kingdom of Serbia will regain its independence! Be reborn! My father, the King of Serbia, Durad Brankovic, has ordered! All troops attack! Defeat them!!!"

"The raven swallows the sky! The shadow covers the sun!!!"

The black knights of the Raven Guard roared and charged, like black lightning tearing through the sky, hitting the weak left wing of the Ottoman army! The most elite Serbian knights rode on black horses, wearing black armor and black robes on their shoulders. Even the pair of beast-like wings behind them were pitch black. The bright sunlight splashed on their bodies as dark as night, casting the shadow of death on the Ottoman army.

At this moment, the Ottoman army was fighting fiercely with the four legions of Gilman's rebels in front, surrounded by the Ninth Legion from behind, and attacked by the Raven Guard on the left wing. The only right wing that was not attacked was surrounded by the White Scars nomadic cavalry and the ogre sinners.

"Well, I'm different from those two traitors. I don't have any legitimate reasons, such as for the Principality of Wallachia or the Kingdom of Serbia."

Chagatai looked at his friendly troops with a look of fear on their faces and scratched his head embarrassedly.

"As you know, most of my legion is made up of ogre criminals. These ogres were grazing well in Asia Minor, so they had nothing better to do, so they looted the Ottoman Empire. As a result, they were tattooed on their faces and exiled to the Danube. They didn't rebel before because they were pagans who believed in Allah or the Almighty God, and Christ would not accept them. They had no choice but to fight with the Ottoman Empire."

Chagatai elegantly pulled out a bow that was more than three meters long and an arrow the size of a spear, and began to draw the bow and draw the arrow.

"But now the times have changed. Warmaster Gilman promised us to allocate a piece of land on the other side of the Danube to the steppes of Eastern Europe, rebuild the pastures, and let the 600,000 ogre herders who were forcibly migrated there from Asia Minor return to their nomadic life - I can't do anything! The conditions are too good, and they have incited my men! If I don't rebel, my ogre sinners will rebel and tear me to pieces.

Anyway, if I die, the next legion commander will also lead them in rebellion, so isn't it the same if I lead them in rebellion? I am still alive and still the legion commander, how great is that."

Chagatai fired a whistling arrow, and the arrow ripped through the sky with a horrifying death scream! A large number of ogre criminals reflexively picked up bows, javelins, muskets, and lead-spraying cannons, and fired at the point where the whistling arrow fell, and then launched a charge! Thousands of ogres over three meters tall and weighing more than half a ton launched an ogre charge at a speed comparable to that of war horses!

Chagatai Khan nodded in satisfaction, hiding the fact that he was Aenarion's eighth familiar in his heart, and did not tell anyone, including Gilliman herself.

Chapter 325: Macedonian Massacre

Fulgrim looked at the sudden change in the battlefield situation in horror, and then he realized that he had been trapped! The sudden betrayal of the other three legions turned the war from the planned seven legions of our side against the enemy's four legions into the enemy's seven legions against our four legions.

The most troublesome thing was that the three rebel legions attacked from the sides and back where they were defenseless. Now the four legions were surrounded by the rebel legions! More than 30,000 ogre sinners roared horribly, like a mountain torrent of fat and steel, ruthlessly washing away and submerging the flank positions of their own side. These behemoths wielded huge sticks as big as beams, and with a strong swing, they could hit the nearly 100-kilogram elf Janissaries wearing armor through their shields like a golf ball into the sky!

Several ogres were still competing to see who was stronger and could hit the elf's thing higher and farther.