Chapter 922, Beach Landing

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Ulfric's attack was ferocious, and the barbarian warriors and barbarian warriors of Norsca swung their axes one after another, relying on the power of the dragon boat, rushed to the pier, trying to fight the defenders.

The defenders at the port of Chantillon also fought back with bows and crossbows. The guard posts on the pier were full of archers and crossbowmen. They kept loading and shooting under the orders of the guards. The first wave of barbarians rushed up Warriors and barbarian warriors were hit by arrows one after another. The Norscans were very brave and strong. Many barbarian marauders ignored the damage and shouted the name of one of the dog gods, snake gods, eagle gods, or raven gods. The defenders fought bravely.

But more Norscans fell soon after being hit by arrows. Most of these barbarians who went south in longboats and dragon boats did not wear armor or only wore leather armor, even though Britannia People's bow and arrow level and armor-piercing ability are not very good, and the barbarians also suffered a lot of casualties. Almost all the hundreds of barbarians who rushed to the pier and attacked the defenders were killed under the rain of arrows. Down.

If Ulfric had known command, he and his army of worldwalkers could have avoided such horrific casualties, but the Chosen of Chaos Four and the famous wanderer didn't care, he just wanted to be with the legendary The brave men come to an intense hand-to-hand combat.

"Lian Malcador, get out of here!" Ulfric strode from the deck of the dragon boat to the wooden planks of the pier. Behind him were hundreds of Norscan Ice Horn bestowed champion warriors We, the powerful God of Chaos set foot on the land of Brittania with a big step, and he continued to roar: "Lian Malcador, get out of here, are you afraid of your father's wickedness?" A gangrene-covered corpse can’t rot in the ice, so there’s no chance of benefiting nature?”

"Knight King, get out! I'll put your father on a skewer and burn it in your father's ashes incinerator. Wild dogs with a radius of 18 kilometers and pheasants like you will come and bark to eat your father's meat!" Ulfric continued to growl.

More dragon boats docked, and an astonishing number of barbarian tribal warriors stepped on their warhammers. Those swamp monsters and human skin wolves who used heavy weapons came out of the dragon boats one after another, as well as those marauder riders. The barbarians all yelled and followed Ulfric in wild cursing.

At present, only more than 2,000 people from the World Walker Legion have boarded the pier, and they continued to attack the defenders.

"Go! Kill all the cowardly southerners!"

"Southern bastard, your northern grandpa is here!"

"For Khorne, for Chaos!"

The sudden screams from above the pier shook the defenders. Baron Laxar himself moved quickly on the city wall. He led the cavaliers and supervised the battle team, urging the defenders to fight hard. The serfs and freemen formed The combat effectiveness of the army is really average, but because of the preparation in advance and the relatively strong defense of the dock, the defenders can still support it.

Although Ulfric's momentum here is terrifying, thousands of dragon boats seem to be huge and almost cover all the nearby oceans, but after all, there are only a few dragon boats that can land, most of the dragon boats are full of barbarian warriors Unable to reach the shore, many barbarians even jumped into the water and tried to swim ashore.

Zheqi God's Chosen, Ejik-the maze keeper was already prepared. Amidst his sharp roar, several giant egg sacs were hung on the bed crossbow of the dragon boat, and more than fifteen barbarian warriors worked together to pull the reins.

There seems to be something in the egg sacs that is constantly struggling and twisting, and they make the most primitive sound of pain. Each egg sac was once a living human being, but it is a pity that they inevitably fail on the great road to becoming a demon Now, these guys are either too incompetent, or too capable—but they can't bear the blessing of the evil god.

"Let go!" There was a loud shelling sound, and several egg sacs were thrown into the air, directly blasting towards the town of Chantillon!

Explosions sounded one after another in the town. At first, all the defenders didn't take it seriously.

Because the residents in the town have almost evacuated, the guards tried their best to resist more and more barbarians, and wanted to buy time to wait for the arrival of Britannia's reinforcements. Baron Laxar was full of confidence in this, because His Excellency Karard promised that if this place is attacked, he will come to support it as soon as possible.

This was a very terrible mistake. When these egg sacs were blasted into the buildings of the town, they didn't move at first, which distracted the defenders. But when they were still desperately resisting the Norscans' attack, The egg sacs had swelled, and with howling in pain, more than a dozen Chaos eggs appeared behind the defenders!

The limbs exploded continuously. The ferocious and distorted monster eggs opened their moist bloody mouths. These chaotic eggs waved their twisted tentacles or giant crab claws, and rushed into the defenders from the rear. The defenders stationed behind were beaten The Chaos Egg's attack rushed to pieces.

Ulfric stepped onto the city wall on the shoulders of the Norscan marauders. With a horizontal swing of the greatsword in his hand, he chopped off the heads of six Bretons at once. The Norscan legend The hero laughed out loud like playing a game. He saw a trebuchet still firing at the dragon boat, and instantly turned into a whirlwind of death and rushed towards them. All the Britannian spears who tried to stop him along the way Soldiers, archers, and sword and shield soldiers were all chopped into pieces under his two-handed giant sword exuding a naked chill.

Following Ulfric on the city wall was his bodyguard, the Icehorn God-given champion warriors. These heavy infantry with giant axes moved relatively slowly, but the torrent of steel they formed was almost unstoppable. The god-given champions swung their tomahawks, knocked over the head of a Breton man with one axe, and then slit the throats of two more foot soldiers with another swing, and they enjoyed the kill until Uver Rick reached out and stabbed his giant sword into the trebuchet. The wanderer savagely slammed the trebuchet three times with great force, then inserted the giant sword into the trebuchet and stirred it a few times. The trebuchet fell apart.

As the Norscans continued to land, the defense line of the defenders began to collapse. The knights and nobles in the city tried to charge back the barbarians. They did achieve some results. The armored marauders were torn to shreds under the charge of the knights, and the Chaos Eggs had dozens of new wounds on their bodies.

After the momentum of the charge was exhausted, the knights and nobles were forced into close combat. The dozen or so knights who rushed to the front were quickly overwhelmed by the enemy, dragged off their horses by the barbarians and cut their stomachs with tomahawks. The remaining knights and knights The subordinates gathered around Baron Laxar. The baron hesitated for a few seconds between dying in battle and evacuating out of the city as planned, and then chose the latter.

The call to retreat was sounded, and the defenders of the town of Chantillon were soon routed, and column after column of soldiers fled the docks, leaving the fortifications to the Norscans.

The Norscans did not pursue, but booed loudly and shouted Ulfric's name. They seized the time to gather the army. Ulfric immediately signaled the soldiers to speed up the disembarkation and landing: "Let's take the southerners together." The capital of the city was burned to ashes!"

"Yeah yeah! For the wanderers, for the Chaos!"

Almost at the same time as the cheers of the barbarians sounded, it was the sound of a horn in the distance: "Duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu~~~"

On the Kurona Plain, a brand new army appeared.

Calad's Northern Front has arrived.

The Great Chalice of the Sanctuary, Calad, Earl of Galament, looks out over the burning city as he and his army march into battle.

The Northern Front placed infantry on the left flank and large groups of knights on the right flank. The cavalry and infantry advanced in unison, and behind the infantry and cavalry were twenty-four artillery pieces carried by mules, horses and donkeys.

"The town of Chantillon played her final role, and we will rebuild this town later." The Marquis of Turas rode past Karard on a pure-blood elf horse, and he took the rein: "Please order, Karla Your Excellency, let us spill the blood of these barbarians on the land of Britannia, and let us guard the land that the lady gave us."

A new battle began, and Callad signaled for the army to advance.

"Forward! For Lady and King! For Britannia!"

Raising the big drum and sounding the bugle, the elite infantry regiments formed by the principalities of Brittania formed more than a dozen solid square formations, marching forward under the leadership of military musicians and drummers.

On the other side of the battlefield, Ulfric and Ejik also saw the Britannian army coming to support: "It came so fast!"

The ones rushing to the forefront are the Connecticut Heights Garrison Regiment. This group of soldiers is very special. They wear plaid skirts, officer boots, breastplates and gauntlets, and round triangular helmets on their heads. With the help of the soldiers marching forward, the soldiers shouted slogans, and their morale was obviously high.

Ulfric signaled the barbarians to stop the looting, but only a small part of the barbarians and his own personal guard obeyed the order. The homeless looked at the group of highland guards with a mocking face. These big men were actually wearing skirts!

"Could it be that the cowardly southerners can only send a group of male mothers to fight with us?" Ulfric laughed loudly, slapping his dirty pants vigorously, with a look of contempt on his face: "And I will order the Scarlet Raid War regiment against them."

"For the Wanderers, for Chaos!" Under Ulfric's order, more than a dozen warbands gathered into a large battle group. Most of these berserkers were armed with double axes, and each of them was Khorne. Devout believers, in order to show their piety to their master, everyone in the Scarlet Raiders battle group has their whole body bloody. Most of them only wear leather armor, and even guys with bare upper body are not uncommon. Many barbarian champions Hold aloft the eight-pillar emblem of Khorne and the eight-pointed star of chaos, and hold aloft the bloody booty to attract Khorne's gaze.

This group of lunatics has no tactics at all. Following Ulfric's order, the warriors of the entire battle group first charged from the barbarian champion. They howled like a group of mad dogs, separated by hundreds of people on the plain The sprint started at the first step, and the messy queue and scrambling for the first place seemed to be scrambling to die.

"Get ready!" The officer of the Connet Heights garrison was very calm. He drew out the long sword at his waist and gave orders: "Reload!"

The musketeers of the Highland Garrison immediately took their muskets from their shoulders and began to load them.

"Load!" A whole row of musketeers loaded bullets, and then lined up neatly.

"shooting!"

The sound of thunderous muskets resounded throughout the battlefield, and a large cloud of white smoke drifted across. The predators and berserkers who rushed to the front were all smashed into a sieve.

"Second column, fill!"

"Shoot!" The musketeers in the second row changed positions neatly, and then fired.

Dozens of berserkers fell to the ground again. No matter how powerful the Norscans were, they would only end up falling to the ground if they were hit by muskets without good armor.

But the good news is that the berserkers are gradually approaching, and these barbarians with two battle axes finally got the close combat they wanted. Ulfric can even imagine that the opponent looks panicked. For the Ska people, what they fear most when confronting southerners is not being able to fight in close combat and being beaten at a distance.

Once you just seize the opportunity to fight in close quarters, the battle is basically a sure thing. This is true for the Britannia, and it is even more true for the Imperials. The weak humans in the south may be really good at firearms and artillery, but once they are in close combat, they are far away. Far from being an opponent of the barbarians, as long as there is a head-to-head encounter, the human infantry will soon be frightened and panicked, and collapse is a blink of an eye.

However, what happened next took Ulfric by surprise!

The soldiers of the Connet Heights garrison not only showed no sign of wavering in the face of the rushing Norscan marauder berserkers, but also calmly signaled the musketeers to back off. There were thousands of soldiers, and the gorgeous halberd formation was formed instantly. Dozens of berserkers rushed to the front and jumped high, wanting to enter the army formation to hunt for their gods' fresh heads, but the end was not to be killed by the halberds. To pierce is to be cut in two by a great sword.

"Forward!!!" On the contrary, the Highland Defense Regiment launched a counter-charge towards the barbarian berserkers!

On the other side, the Lionessesel Ruff Ambition Group and the Gisole Oaks Buck Guards gathered and fired at the Scarlet Marauders from the flanks at the same time. The Scarlet Marauders suffered heavy losses, and instead of rushing down in a wave, they were beaten back steadily!

The blood courage of the Norscan barbarians came and went quickly, and they couldn't be defeated in one wave. Coupled with the side fire attack, the Scarlet Marauders, which Ulfric had placed high hopes on, crossed fire and fought against the highlands. The garrison was repulsed under the tenacious resistance, and then came the Breton artillery, the Mousillon Coldstream Guards, who entered the battlefield.

The Coldstream Guards wore a brown bearskin cap, a red uniform, and a dwarf-forged bust armor. They joined the battlefield neatly. The face of the charge did not change, and the attack was calmly launched. Lord Philip Mountbatten, the commander of the Guards, signaled the soldiers to quickly enter the battlefield and fight together. The muskets fired wave after wave, and each time they could shoot down dozens of barbarians. Occasionally, barbarians rushed over, and these battle-hardened soldiers did not panic at all, and calmly slaughtered these barbarian berserkers through siege and halberd formation.

The Bryon Piggy rogues also entered the fray, and these outlaws lined up with the Scarlet Marauders.

Under attack from three sides, the Scarlet Predators collapsed. After leaving behind hundreds of corpses, they fled back to the port. The battlefield was filled with cheers from the Bretanians.

Ulfric looked ugly now, didn't southerners always fear close combat and easily panic?

Have we landed in the wrong place? Is this really the kingdom of knights known all over the world for its rubbish infantry regiments and poor long-range firepower?

The homeless muttered to himself: "It seems that these southerners are not so vulnerable."

"Assemble, all!" Ulfric again ordered all the Norscans to assemble.

At this time, more than 8,000 Norscans had landed on the land of Brittania. Under Ulfric's repeated orders, they gathered and drove out of the town, on the Korona Plain, and Kara Germany's army confrontation.

The flags of both sides were fluttering, and the two armies were facing each other on the battlefield. Karadesan was giving orders and urging the artillery to enter the field as soon as possible.

Ulfric has already habitually thrown away his command to signal the army to act on its own, and the vagabond's hungry eyes patrolled the Britannia army formation, and soon saw the soldiers under the handsome flag Callard, the guy who is obviously the coach.

That must be Knight King Ryan Malcador!

The talent of the tongue is activated!

"Ryan, your father is going to be buried today, why are you still clearing the line here? Moore Garden is going to get off work, why don't you hurry up and see your ashes scattered father?" Ulfric cursed at Callard , The wanderer raised his giant sword Frostbite towards Karard: "You have the kindness, come here quickly, and challenge the master one-on-one, now, immediately!"

"???" Callard looked confused, Ulfric's accent was heavy, and he couldn't understand what the other party was shouting.

"The barbarian champion on the opposite side seems to want to fight your champion, my lord." Beria was riding a half-breed elf horse. Callard: "What do you think?"

Callard understood this sentence.

Due to the honor of being the Knight of the Holy Grail and the status of the coach, Callard could not refuse Ulfric's challenge. The unparalleled warrior of Britannia rode out from the formation.

Ulfric was overjoyed when he saw this, and he also rode out of the formation on his steed, clenched his fist on his chest, expressing invitation and respect.

Callard nodded indifferently. He took out a white glove from his pocket and threw it on the ground to express his acceptance.

Both sides saluted and the armies pulled apart to provide them with an undisturbed venue for the championship showdown.

A championship showdown is imminent.

But this duel will not affect the frontal battlefield of the two sides in the slightest. Amidst the sound of drums and horns, the two sides fought hand-to-hand.

"Forward! For the Wanderers, for Chaos!"

"For the lady and the king, for Britannia!"

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