Chapter 276 The Last Light (Part 4)
Perhaps the prayers really worked, or perhaps the Norsemen were unwilling to let go of a head that was still attached to the body.
A Norscan man wearing bloody animal skins approached Ivan and raised a long-handled axe that gleamed with a cold light.
In the last moment of his life, the horse archer turned his head and looked to the south. His sight passed over his broken legs and half of his body, and he saw the Norse army chasing the Ugol riders into the glacier.
Although he only accomplished one important task in his life, which was to report the invasion of Kazaka, he at least completed his final mission.
Self-comfort disappeared in the severe pain. Both the worthy and the unworthy were destined to die. Ivan's clear consciousness rolled three times on the ground along with the shaking world, and left the battlefield together with many equally tiny humans.
The Winged Hussars bypassed the chaotic battlefield, broke into the enemy's rear, and avoided all conflicts.
When everything was ready, Yevsky Boye and four other central boyes ordered the cavalry to put on the wings.
They are still missing the final signal, the signal that will allow Kislev to win a great victory. The four boyars in the north and the great boyar of Levich will use their lives to ensure that the signal is just right.
More than a thousand riders kept their spirits at the best moment, and their horses also got a rest in a moment of leisure.
South of the glacier, the Norscans who were about to rush into the snowy forest and disperse to plunder were hit head-on by the Cossas. Horns sounded in the snowy forest, and battle flags appeared in the woods. The sudden ambush forced the barbarians to stay on the ice.
The strange noises beneath the ice intensified the warriors' fear. Humans are born with fear, but Chaos Warriors have forgotten this concept.
The southerners' weak rain of arrows was bounced off by the heavy armor, and the wailing of their companions only aroused their stronger bloodthirst.
The champion used his halberd to smash a dent in the completely frozen ice. Under the several-meter-thick ice, the monster that was peering at human flesh and blood retreated in the bloodthirsty gaze of the Chaos Warrior.
Few monsters are willing to face the Chaos Warriors. Even the most ferocious monsters and giants on the northern ice fields are nothing more than prey to the Chaos Warriors.
"Skull for the Skull Seat!"
The demonic roar pushed away the Norse raiders who were blocking the way, and the Cossa warriors who were looking down were startled, but it was too late for them to react.
Vitaly Boye, who was on the front line, had just killed a barbarian when he heard screams coming from other directions. The wails of his companions on the battlefield were inconspicuous, but the cries of the Yankees were louder.
Boyer, who was familiar with most of the soldiers, could easily identify the source of the sound. After Boyer killed another barbarian with his long axe, he and the soldiers behind him switched positions and took a rest.
Every veteran has to learn to conserve his energy on the battlefield, as fatigue often defeats new recruits first.
Vitali certainly wouldn't make such a mistake, he has fought many fights.
Boye took advantage of the break to look around, trying to understand the situation on the battlefield. He was not just a soldier. A general not only had to kill the enemy, but also had to keep abreast of the wind direction on the battlefield.
It was not until now that Boye realized that the central army was almost defeated, with only the soldiers on the two wings remaining.
In fact, many soldiers were so focused on the enemy in front of them that they didn’t react at all.
The ubiquitous shouts of killing covered up all the strange sights. Amid the blood and corpses, who had the energy to pay attention to anything else? With further observation, Vitali discovered the reason for the defeat of the central army - dozens of steel-armored monsters taller than him were wreaking havoc among the Cosas.
The Chaos Warriors are rushing in!
Boyer was suddenly startled and looked for Big Boyer in a panic. The vast crowd and woods blocked his sight. The only thing that reassured Vitali was that Big Boyer's white bear flag was still standing in the formation.
Maybe Levich is dead, maybe not, but as long as the flag is not fallen, the soldiers have the confidence to continue fighting.
We must not let the Chaos Warriors who are charging forward cut down the battle flag. The battle flag of Big Boye is particularly important because he is the core of the northern border of the Western State! Vitali mustered up his courage and roared out a death order to hold the left wing. He did not even bring a dozen Winged Cavalry attendants with him because these "personal guards" were vulnerable to the Chaos Warriors.
Cosa made way for Boya, who gradually broke away from the relatively orderly army formation and broke into the chaos in the center.
There were only a few dozen Chaos Warriors in the middle of the army, but nearly a thousand of them were helpless against them.
No one could stand in front of the Chaos Warriors, even Boye who had better physical fitness was almost killed.
They haven't encountered such a strong enemy for a long time.
Oleg Boye's chain mail was as brittle as paper in front of the Chaos Axe. Even Nikita Boye, who was wearing plate armor, could not stop the siege of the Chaos Warriors.
The Yankees obviously had no concept of single combat, and a swarm of Chaos warriors was enough to chop down all mortals.
The soldiers did not have time to rescue Nikita Boye as his armor was smashed by five Chaos Warriors. Cosa only brought back Oleg with half of his right arm broken.
The Cossa warriors repeatedly surrounded the Chaos Warrior, but which human could stop the demon minions that were stronger than bears? If it were an ordinary human, even a swordsman master, he would lose the ability to resist after being pinned to the ground, but the Chaos Warrior could not be pinned down at all.
No one could guard against what was behind them. Apparently, the Chaos Warriors were no longer human. They did not need to be on guard, and a blow that was not powerful enough could not penetrate the demon armor.
They were like the legendary steam tanks, constantly crashing through Cosa's blockade, but the heavy blockade also limited their lethality. The cracked shields thrown all over the ground were their final results.
Among the broken shields were dozens of deformed corpses, as well as a handful of Chaos Warriors who had stopped fighting. Only death could stop them.
What is more terrifying than death is the riot. More and more Norsemen rushed into the Kislev army. They were simply equipped, but they all had violent power.
The Cosses on the front line fought with the barbarians with a ferocity no less than that of the barbarians. More and more bodies fell on the edge of the snowy forest. Levichboye, who was at the front line, kept shouting to boost the courage of the soldiers. The commander who was fighting on the front line encouraged the soldiers to strengthen their morale and maintain their formation in the chaos.
The risky command of the front line allowed Rivet to avoid the Chaos Warriors who were looking for him. The foolish barbarians even mistakenly thought that Nikita, wearing luxurious plate armor, was the commander-in-chief of the southerners. Only Valery Boye on the right wing saw all this clearly.
The fighting on the right wing was not fierce. This was intentional on the part of the border lords. They had to have a drummer who could take charge of the overall situation.
Old Boyer stood on a raised snow pile and used the telescope sent by the Empire to carefully determine the situation of the Norsemen. When he found that the Norse tribe had been completely trapped, Old Boyer directly smashed the big drum with his spear, sounding the command drum for the Winged Hussars to charge.
(End of this chapter)
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