Chapter 277 The Last Light (V)

On the glacier illuminated by the moonlight, the crowded Norsemen rushed to the south bank like ants that had found candy, and fought with the Cossa warriors in the snowy forest.

The deep winter in Kislev is always accompanied by fierce cold winds, but fortunately both sides are accustomed to fighting in the snow and will not be frozen to the point of being unable to swing their swords like the Imperials further south.

Curses and screams filled the air, and everyone knew that fighting an enemy high up from a low place was not a wise choice.

But their war leader could hardly keep his sanity, the Chaos Warriors had already driven into the southerners' rear, and when the raid was over, they would only blame the pillagers for being too weak to keep up with the champion.

The Norscans had to charge the Cossack positions one after another, which was not an easy task, especially when they were located at the bottom of the slope.

They had to raise their weapons high to hit the enemies above them, but the Southerners only had to lower their shields to completely block the blows from hammers and spears.

The Cossa's round and square shields once caused the barbarians to curse wildly, but they encouraged the Kislevites to put down their shields and fight with real swords and guns, but the curses were only met with the same ridicule mixed with dirty words.

The sound of drums echoed in the snow, blood, and broken pieces of flesh, and then hit the bright white moon, stirring up a different echo for the bustling battlefield.

The melodious sound of war drums drifted away in the wind under the white moon. The Norsemen had no idea what the drum beats meant, so their drummers also beat the small drums they carried with them as a provocation. The chaotic sound masked the chaotic sound of the wind.

The evergreen leaves were washed by the cold wind and made a rustling sound. On the flat snowfield north of the glacier, the same almost inaudible "swish" sound could be heard.

The soldiers in the fight did not notice the abnormality in the distance. Everyone was trying to kill the enemy in front of them. Who would pay attention to the increasingly intense sound of the wind?

It sounded like a series of arrows flying across the ground, or like the sound of rain or a torrent rushing against rocks.

The wind brought the deadly noise of a charge from the north, and the rapid drumbeats of the Southerners' right wing once again echoed the sound of the charge from the north.

The Cosas, who had not yet gone mad with killing, seemed to have received an order and burst into warm cheers.

"Charge! Kill!"

"Fuck him!"

The low morale of the Kislevites suddenly rose. With some incomparable enthusiasm, the brave Cossas sang praises to Ersun. The singing, so loud that it was almost noise, spread from the right to the left side of the army.

The Chaos Warriors who were charging through the army suddenly felt something was wrong. They were not idiots who were going south to plunder for the first time.

The champions of each tribe roared to convey a warning to their companions in the north, but the roars of just a few dozen people were instantly lost in the noise.

"Winged Hussars!"

"Beware the Winged Troopers!"

Without these backbones, ordinary Norse raiders would be no match for the armored cavalry.

But it was too late for them to return to their positions. There was a terrible whistle in the wind, as if ten thousand manticores were screaming in the night.

The terrifying howling that was getting closer and closer made the Kislevites more eager to fight. When the sound of the wind washing the wings reached its peak, even the dumbest person would know - the Winged Hussars were coming.

The rustling sound drifted away in the wind, like a moving forest, with leaves swaying in the cold wind.

The knights' glittering half-armor was covered with a cold and illusory gauze by the moonlight. Each knight was wearing tiger skin, wolf skin, or even manticore skin. The war horses were wearing half-covered chain mail and carried proud cavalrymen.

They did not choose the cone formation, but chose the wall formation in order to deter the enemy to the greatest extent.

The spaces between the horses were too narrow for a person to pass through, yet with just over a thousand horses, they created a visual effect of endless space.

The well-trained war horses slowly accelerated, and only changed from a slow walk to a trot when they approached the battlefield.

The lances with the tri-color battle flags flying on them were put down, and between the sharp edges were the wing ornaments on the backs of the cavalrymen fluttering in the wind.

The light wooden frame supported the tall wings, and the incessant strong wind made the feathers, which were already screaming excitedly in the charge, shout even louder, declaring their presence to the enemy.

The sound was like countless people cheering, and also like thousands of enemies screaming.

"What is that?"

"Something is coming!"

"monster!"

The Norscans were terrified by the anomaly further north and fell into complete chaos.

The Cosa, who rushed over from the south slope accompanied by drumbeats, easily drove the barbarians to the predetermined position - the center of the ice surface.

Curiosity and horror drove the northern Norscans to the north bank, and when they showed their heads, the bone-chilling cold cooled their hot brains.

Densely packed tall war horses sat dazzling knights, their gorgeous wings sharing the brightness of the moon under the white moon. The majesty and beauty of the winged cavalry deeply shook the souls of the barbarians.

A terrible whistle accompanied by the roar of horse hooves, and the grim lances pointed directly at the Norscans in the lowlands, revealing to the barbarians what death looks like when it is approaching.

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They don't look like the knights of the Old World, but more like the invincible cavalry of the high elves.

More and more Norsemen pushed aside their stunned companions, crowded to the top of the north slope, and fell into the same daze again.

The ground shook violently, and meteors from the sky smashed into the mountains further north. The world-destroying sound completely crushed the Norsemen's will to resist.

The knights, who were not ordinary people, were not affected by the noise and even increased their speed. The terrifying wings made the Norse people's hearts tremble. When the cavalry approached, the tall shadows made the barbarians retreat without a fight, and the fools who stayed behind to face the charge were instantly pierced through the body by lances.

The Norsemen on the north slope fled south regardless of anything, pushing away their companions who tried to rush up the north slope, trying to avoid the edge of the Winged Hussars.

But how can a man outrun a horse?

Groups of cavalry appeared from the north slope and moved down the slope southward with unstoppable momentum.

The Norsemen who were running and jostling in all directions were knocked over by the horses that were advancing in unison. The cheers of the Cossack Legion and the increasingly fierce war drums on the right wing of Kislev further intensified the panic of the barbarians.

The few warriors who wanted to resist were killed on the spot by their lances. Almost in an instant, nearly ten thousand Norsemen on the long battle line lost their ability to fight.

Chaos beasts died senselessly in the charge, and the panicked survivors fled in all directions, only to be killed in vain by the axes of the Cossack warriors.

Some lucky guys were shot down by arrows before they could escape far. The Norse tribe that escaped from the northern peninsula eventually fell on the way south.

As the Chaos Warrior swung his axe at Cosa, Vitali attacked him from behind.

The sturdy Boyer hit the Chaos Warrior's head hard with a hammer, and the demon warrior's black head armor was deformed.

Without much entanglement, Vitali skillfully retreated into Cosa's shield formation and moved towards the next Chaos Warrior.

The Cossas rushed forward, pushed the dazed Chaos Warrior to the ground, and hit him repeatedly with axes and hammers until he had no strength to resist.

Vitali stuck the warhammer behind him, took out the iron rod, and started another attack.

(End of this chapter)