With the death of Bo Derek, the entire battlefield situation changed drastically.
Although the Brittanians fought bravely, the death of the deputy commander and the commander in succession greatly damaged the morale of the Brittanian army. First, the serf infantry regiment began to collapse, and then the free people's army.
In the thick fog, the Poseidon Knights desperately retrieved Duke Bodrick's body and Poseidon's Trident, and then retreated.
Many people noticed that Ict-Claw's body was missing, but at this time, no one thought much about it. With the two dukes killed in battle, the Brittanian army was on the verge of collapse.
At this time, the command of the knight army was handed over to Sir Amanric, the Great Holy Grail of the Holy Realm. This brave and unparalleled knight soon judged the situation on the battlefield and found that the Skaven were regrouping. When the rats saw that the human army had already supported
Immediately the morale of the Scully army rose sharply.
The Supreme Lord of Disaster, Essex, appeared. No one knew whether he appeared on his own initiative or was forced to appear, but he raised the banner of Clan Skryre.
At the same time, distant bells and horns sounded.
A few kilometers away, reinforcements from the Skaven Grinning Clan arrived.
Tritus-Dreadtail, even among the Skaven, is nicknamed "The Scrap of Rats". Its countless experiences of betrayal and defection have made it constantly prove its cunning, cunning and character.
Inferior, but always successful.
The entire Grin clan members recognized that even a rat man who was good at deception would not have thought of such a vicious strategy, let alone Tritus' various despicable and shameless tactics. In fact, his strategy and his famous good luck resulted.
Some legendary deeds.
The most famous story of Tritus-Dreadtail's rise was after the Battle of Camelback Mountain. At that time, it was still a minor player under the Skaven warlord. The warlord saw that it was too thin and thought it was not a threat, so he took the green trophies among them.
The mushroom wine brewed by Pigoblin was given to it, making it drunk, and perhaps taking the opportunity to send it on its way.
Tritus-Feartail pretended to accept it. This treacherous rat man spent about an hour using the rat man's unique distillation technology to purify the mushroom wine, and then secretly fed it to the trophy Night Goblin slaves to drink.
Strong mushroom wine will make the dark night
The goblins hallucinated and turned into crazy spin killers. When the perfect time came, it asked these night goblins to serve the Skaven warlords who were meeting. Soon, under the influence of alcohol, the entire meeting scene
It turned into a bloody slaughterhouse.
The bosses are all dead, so someone has to be the warlord, right? Tritus-Weiwei said that he reluctantly accepted this task.
This bad thing is also a well-known escape master in the Skaven clan. It has successfully escaped countless times in battles. Taunters always say that Tritus quickly curls up its tail and escapes from the battlefield when the enemy attacks or intensive shelling. However, time and time again
Tritus reappeared, leaving its doomed colleagues to be forgotten to complete legendary deeds elsewhere.
According to the results of the meeting of the Council of Thirteen, the Grin clan should serve as the reserve army and back-up of the Skry clan.
But Cuitesi-Weiwei is as cunning as ever. In fact, if the army of the grinning clan entered the battlefield when the battle was fierce just now, they could reverse the situation at any time. Even after the coaches of both sides were killed or seriously injured, Cuitesi
If they attack the Bretons in one go, the Skaven can also win a complete victory.
But what kind of person is Tritus-Feartail?
The army of the grinning clan just showed up and had no intention of coming to support them.
What this rat warlord likes most is a famous saying brought back by the Eshin clan from Mudbon and Cathay: "The retreat is as fast as the wind, and the outflanking is like the forest. Burning, killing, looting, and invasion are like fire, and friendly forces are as motionless as mountains when they are in trouble."
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Seeing that the army of the grinning clan finally appeared but showed no intention to come up for support, the phalanx of Skryll's army that had begun to reorganize became scattered again, and the supreme disaster lord Essex was forced to appear.
"Hey!" Several assassins from the Esshin clan saved Ikt-Claw's body. At this time, the chief Skaven engineer was dying. Essex reached out and took Ikt from the hands of the Esshin assassins.
Special Claw, the supreme disaster lord sighed: "No, the God's Favorite of the Great Horned Rat, you cannot die here yet."
After saying that, Essex stretched out his huge claw dripping with deadly plague and wiped it on Ict-Claw's chest. A row of pustules and rotten skin immediately appeared on the fatal wound caused by Poseidon's Trident.
The sores, wounds became inflamed and swollen, and continued to fester and twist, but Ict-Claw's injury actually stabilized.
In Britannia, Sir Amanric finally made up his mind after seeing the appearance of the Grin clan.
He ordered a retreat.
"Retreat? How to retreat?" Juan was already covered in blood at this time, and the golden sun headdress on his head was cut off in half. Duke Magritte shouted to Sir Amanrique: "We don't have anything to do now.
There is a way to retreat! Once you choose to retreat, the army will collapse!"
"I know." There was no expression on Sir Amanric's face hidden behind the helmet, and a ruthless voice came from inside the cross-helmet: "I don't need you to guide me, Estalian, you
Are you teaching me how to do something?"
"Your Excellency Amanric!" Juan was irritated by these words: "Your Excellency Theodoric has died in the battle, and so has Lord Bodrick! Please don't say such bastard words at this time!"
"Then just listen to my command!" Amanric turned his head: "Send my order and the entire army must assemble! Prepare to retreat."
"Your Excellency, retreat now..." Juan wanted to say more.
"Shut up, who said I was going to retreat?" Amanrique yelled directly: "Gather all your people, let's retreat from the front!"
"What?" Juan was stunned.
Frontal retreat?
Sir Amanric ignored him and drew out his knight sword: "Put up my Holy Grail flag. Even if you step on it today, I will step on the face of the Skaven!"
The red and blue golden Holy Grail flag was erected, pointing straight to the sky, and the voices of the Holy Grail Knights rang together: "For the lady and the king, for Britannia, charge!"
The Holy Grail Knights gathered together, using themselves as arrows to lead the remaining knights in a final charge.
A strong wind came from the north, and the flag fluttered. The remaining less than 10,000 Britannian troops and Estalia knights gathered under the Holy Grail flag, quickly reorganized, and then headed towards
Skulli's army went to kill him.
Horse hooves are like thunder, lance is like forest, determination is like iron.
The golden seal of the Holy Grail inspired everyone's fighting spirit, and frustration and decadence were swept away. Every Brittanian and Estalian released a last cry of hatred, and then followed the Holy Grail Knights
footsteps.
"What? The hairless knights actually, actually rushed towards us."
"nono, Skaven, diedie~"
"Rat~Rat, it's finished~It's finished~"
Scurry's army was immediately in chaos, and the Brittanians' desperate counterattack came so quickly.
The Supreme Lord of Disaster, Essex, had a very bad look on his face. The four big horns on his head were twisting and turning. Bunker Hill had been injured in the previous battle with Sir Amanric, and he had also spent a lot of time to save Ictor.
Strength, if you attack with all your strength now, how will you deal with that bald head later?
As soon as Essex hesitated, Sir Amanric's Arrow Knight Brigade was like an arrow from the string, directly breaking through the forward of Skryre's army and rushing straight into the core of the Skaven Army.
When the Lords of Disaster saw this scene, they immediately decided to take shelter for the time being, while the army of the grinning clan in the distance quickly retreated when they saw how crazy the Brittanians were.
We must preserve the strength of our grinning clan!
This retreat directly caused the Skaven to retreat. Sir Amanrik unexpectedly led the Brittanian army to break through the encirclement head-on. The Holy Grail Knights directly broke through the Skryre army head-on!
"Rat! Rat! Rat!" Faced with the crazy knights from far to near, several teams of Rat Lin were sent out. They lined up in line, rotated the bearings, and prepared to fire.
"For the lady!!!" Sir Amanrik took the lead, the divine light of the Lake God shrouded his whole body, and the knight's sword was raised high in the sky. The dazzling light made all the Rattling team couldn't help but cover their own eyes.
Eye.
"For the lady!!!" the Holy Grail Knights shouted in unison, and each of them emitted a blinding light that blinded their eyes.
The Rattlin team was immediately stunned. What's more terrible is that most of the Rattlin team got stuck due to being too nervous.
"Fire!" Juan and the Estalia knights seized the opportunity and took off their muskets from their waists, and the hoarse voice of Enzo Moretti, the Grand Master of the Knights of Magritte, sounded.
With white eyes filling the sky, the Skaven army collapsed under the impact.
Rat Lin team, all destroyed!
Poison Wind Mortar Squadron, all destroyed!
Warpstone Claw Lightning Cannon, destroy them all!
Even in the end, Sir Amanric led the Holy Grail Knights into the Skaven camp, burning all the food reserves of the Skryre clan to ashes, and Juan and Estali even
The demi-knights used grenades and gunpowder barrels to blow several spare Wheels of Destruction into the sky.
Then Sir Amanric ordered the army to retreat towards Bordeaux. At this time, Skaven was unable to pursue and had to let the Bretons leave.
Thus ended the Battle of Aquitaine.
It is worth mentioning that Tritus-Dreadtail's army did not finally enter the battlefield until nearly twenty minutes after the last Breton cannon was carried by a pack horse and disappeared beyond the horizon.
"I'm sorry, Lord Disaster Lord, the grinning clan would like to help you, yes~yes~ but the timing is unfortunate, we happened to be enjoying a lunch box, lunch box, so we came, I'm late, please forgive me, forgive me!"
"Crawl!" Essex's extremely angry voice came. If it hadn't been for the Grinning Army to attack Jean City next, it would have killed Tritus-Feartail now!
…………I am the dividing line between the simplest bad mouth and the most extreme enjoyment……
At this moment, on the banks of the Graysmoray River, Ryan is leading the newly assembled Old Guards, the Mousilon Royal Legion, and the 30,000 main force of the Northern Knights and Nobles of Brittany on their way to Jean.
On the road to the city.
Ryan's original intention was to let Emilia stay in Mousilon, but the Imperial Lady insisted on coming. The little maid blackmailed Ryan into a set of Wood Elf Starfire full-body rune plate armor, so Ryan had no choice but to let her go.
Lake God Witch Morgiana rode the unicorn Sylphan and followed Ryan. She frowned and looked at Emilia from time to time, but she couldn't say anything.
Due to the critical situation, Laun, Francois, Berhemond and others who were in charge of the administration in Curona all came, as well as Bertrand, Rokossovsky, Davout and other marshals almost all arrived.
This supporting army general is very impressive, and everyone firmly believes that as long as they can arrive in time, they will be able to completely annihilate the Skaven.
But the question is, can we catch up?
Ryan had a vague premonition, but there was nothing he could do. Britannia was a very large country, and most of the main knights and the Royal Legion were transferred to Curona to maintain public order and possible riots due to previous religious issues.
Even the Devonshire and Twilight sisters were in the army, and the Alaire army followed behind the knight army.
"Father, you seem to have a bad look on your face?" the younger son rode up to follow and said to Ryan.
"I always have some ominous premonitions." Ryan looked at the sky of the old world. As the wind of chaos intensified, it was now difficult to see the cloudless and endless scenery in the sky, with red, green, and colorful patterns like the aurora.
, such as demons and dark clouds in the shape of human faces, as well as howls and lightning that appear from time to time.
"Father, Sister Nestla and Sister Arohan said they could let the giant eagle carry me directly to Zeon City." Devonshire continued: "It will be faster."
"Why, can't I do it?" Ryan said casually: "It has to be you?"
"You will scare those giant eagles, you are too bright, father." Devon Hill shrugged: "The sun brings us warmth, but if we get too close, it will be burned to ashes."
"Humph~" Ryan snorted and was about to say something when a Ranger horse appeared on the other side of the horizon. The messenger was already sweating profusely. He immediately knelt in front of Ryan: "Your Majesty! I have a battle report to send.
Arrive! Duke Boderic, Duke Theodoric and Duke Juan lead the army to fight the Skaven in a decisive battle on Aquitaine."
"What was the result?" Ryan asked eagerly with his eyes wide open.
"this……"
"Bastard, did you win or lose? Don't you even know this?" The marshals of Brittany on the side reprimanded one after another. Francois rarely became angry, and the chief cabinet minister cursed: "
Incompetent waste, tell me quickly, did you win or lose?"
"This... I'm sorry, Your Excellency, but I can't be sure whether I won or lost." The messenger said tangledly, and he kowtowed to beg for mercy.
"Is it a tie?" Bohemond asked in a deep voice.
"Yeah, it doesn't count, right?" The messenger really couldn't tell.
Everyone looked confused.
It doesn’t count as a win, it doesn’t count as a loss, it doesn’t count as a draw? What kind of battle is this?
"Give me the battle report!" Ryan immediately took the battle report from the messenger. The King of Knights just took a look at it and couldn't help but look up to the sky and sigh.
His admiral was killed in action.
Bodrick and Duke Theodoric died in battle. They failed to complete their mission of intercepting or hindering the Skaven army. Only more than 12,000 of the approximately 20,000 Brittanian troops who participated in the battle broke through the encirclement and retreated to Bold.
Luo.
From this point of view, Britannia cannot be considered a winner.
But the Skaven also suffered heavy losses. Skryre's army left more than 60,000 corpses of Skaven in Aquitaine. Not only were they casualties, more than half of them were killed, but they also lost a large number of elites and war machines. Sir Amanric even more
Burned all the rat people's reserves of food and grass, Huan exploded
By destroying Skull's war machine warehouse and warpstone warehouse, the Skull family not only lost dozens of carefully trained engineering warlocks, captains and warlords in this battle, but also almost lost Ict-Claw.
, although the chief engineer warlock is not dead, he is already half disabled.
From this point of view, Britannia cannot be considered a loser.
Tie? Obviously it doesn’t count. After a brief reorganization, the Skaven continued towards Zeon City!
Ryan told everyone about the battle report, and they could only sigh. Many knights and nobles who were friends with Duke Bodrick couldn't help but burst into tears. Even Devon Hill wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his sleeves.
Ryan closed his eyes: "Continue to march. Under the city of Jean, there will be the burial place of the Skaven."
"yes!"
The rat men are coming!
At this moment, as Lane's earliest territory, Baron Jean is already in chaos. The people here have probably not experienced a war for more than ten or twenty years. Panic has spread in the territory, and many merchants and free people have packed up their things.
They planned to run away, but more people planned to stay and defend their homes.
As the great nobleman who stayed behind, Earl Hex of Devon took over the responsibility of the head coach. Hex knew that with this small number of people, it was unlikely that he could stop the Skaven army, so he not only ordered martial law, but also prepared to defend to the death.
Preparation of cities and castles.
Similarly, Red Fish Village was also in chaos. Many people rushed to load their belongings into carts and carriages and escape, but most people chose to stay. They gathered at the gate of Angron Manor. They believed in their knights.
master.
The last knight.
The Primarch of the World Eaters, the simple old farmer Angron, was sitting in his bedroom, shaking his head and sighing.
"I just want to cultivate the land well. Why, why can't I escape the war in this place?"
"Why do all kinds of trouble always keep coming?"
"Why...are you always forcing me like this?"
The wooden floor was pried open and lifted up, and inside was a long, large iron box, sealed with a chain.
Angron opened the iron box, and lying quietly inside was a huge black sword. It was two meters long, with a jagged blade. It was imprinted with extremely ancient runes that were older than human history.
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"Damn rats, damn Khorne, you are all forcing me, right?" Angron took out his giant sword: "You don't even give me peace of mind when farming, right?"