Chapter 355 Beach Landing Battle
The landing ships rushed to the pier under fire. The black technology magic from the Flame Towers. No one knows why these battleships sprinted hundreds of meters in the blink of an eye, sending most of their hulls to the ground. Go to the beach at the pier.
But this does not affect what is going to happen next. The Norsca chief riding the cold lizard has already let his bloodthirsty mount attack the Kislev ladies who jumped from the landing ship to the beach, followed closely by Roaring Norscan raiders.
Even in the new world, they still believe in the dark gods, and only by fighting can they win the favor of the gods.
As a non-commissioned officer, Rascal was the first to jump. He could feel the bloodthirst of the Norscans. This scene seemed familiar. The personnel on both sides had not changed. They just changed from the frozen soil in the north of the old world to A beach in the middle of the New World.
He raised the shield in his left hand to block two javelins thrown from the enemy army. The shield made of fine steel wrapped with oak wood had excellent defensive effect. The javelin only penetrated the outer layer of protection and got stuck in the oak board. gained motivation.
The hand crossbow that was loaded with crossbow arrows was raised smoothly, and the target was clearly the Norscan chieftain who was charging on a cold lizard. The sergeant could see every detail on the chief's body, including the unknown scale leather coat, the armor-breaking stick made of obsidian, and the messy beard on his face.
On the roaring battlefield, he aimed at the chief's eyes on the beach. The crossbow that ordinary people need both hands to use can be controlled by a tall Kislev man with only one arm.
The arm-long crossbow arrow popped out from the string, piercing a distance of a hundred meters, ignoring the flames blocking the vision, and hit the chief's eye accurately, spattering a blood flower on his face.
The Marauder Chief, who was accurately hit by the crossbow, groaned. The stainless steel arrow pierced the fragile eyeball, then penetrated the skull, and the crossbow penetrated straight into the skull.
The chief died. After he fell from the steel saddle, the first thing his beloved cold lizard mount did was to eat the warm-blooded animal that had tortured him for so long, instead of continuing to look towards Mrs. Kislev. attack.
Hundreds of Kislev soldiers landed from the deck to the beach one after another. Some of them moved quickly and stood beside the non-commissioned officers, setting up shields to resist the enemy's long-range fire attack and buy some time for their comrades behind them to stabilize their formation.
After blocking the enemy's first wave of long-range firepower, the Kislev soldiers immediately stretched out their heads and raised their hand crossbows to attack the Norscans a hundred meters away.
Crossbows were fired from the hands of the Kislev mercenaries one after another. Perhaps others did not have the terrifying accuracy of Raskol, but in the face of those Norsca who charged irrationally, whether they were shooting at the brain or at the Shooting in the chest can achieve good results.
The reverberation of crossbow arrows from the bowstring and the roar of the charging Norscans were mixed on the beach. Even if they were suddenly attacked by the dragon, a large number of Norscans still successfully arrived at the beach and were ready to push back.
A row of Norscan raiders who lacked protection fell instantly after receiving concentrated fire. The comrades behind them immediately stepped on their bodies and continued to charge. Their raised bucklers withstood one or even several crossbow arrow attacks, even if some crossbow arrows broke through the defense. layer, stabbing their bodies, but the strong northerners were able to ignore this impact and still rush forward with fury.
The thick smoke blown by the wind covered the body of the Norscan raider, and coupled with the heart-rending roar, it was like an evil ghost attacking the intruder.
The Kislev soldiers calmly loaded their crossbows, intending to weaken the enemy as much as possible before approaching the enemy at close range. This kind of offensive was just a game for veterans who had participated in the great jihad.
This window period allowed the Norscans to gradually get closer to the Kislev mercenaries. After all, the upper limit of the hand crossbow can only limit movement or kill after accurate hits. This distance is only enough for the Kislev mercenaries. Army shoots two rounds.
But if you switch to a ballista, it will become a different concept.
Large warships far away from the port gradually arrived. Although this attack was only a vanguard force, a large amount of military force was still invested, including dragons, dragon princes, mages, Vaal priests, regular troops, etc.
Even though the ship-borne crossbow is thousands of meters away, it can still hit the enemy accurately. The terrifying giant crossbow arrows hit the beach at an extremely fast speed, mixing yellow sand, minced meat, internal organs and armor. , forming large pits of varying depths on the beach, allowing blood to seep into them.
In a multi-level tactical strike, the dragon fleet took the lead in overcoming the difficult points, then the landing ship occupied the beach position, the ship-borne ballistae provided fire support and suppression, and finally the cavalry came to the end.
With the absolute superiority in tactics and military power, there is no need to use your brain to play tricks.
One round of firepower projection from the ship-borne crossbow achieved good results, drastically reducing the number of enemies in front of the landing team, making the second round of crossbow shooting more calm.
However, there are five beach landing sites, and the pressure at Rascol is the greatest because this place is a strait-like area, which makes the operator of the ship-borne crossbow have a poor view. As a result, when many crossbow arrows are fired, the target has already been hit. Shot to death by the landing party.
Fortunately, there is the support of the pyromancers. Although the sergeant feels that these pyromancers are more arrogant than the Dragon Prince, he can't care so much at the moment. After all, the most reliable thing is to be able to fight.
Fireballs appeared from the landing ship, trailing flames and hitting the Norscan army like meteors. The simple armor melted into molten iron and flowed on the Norscan raiders. While enduring endless pain, they also lost their lives. Gradually cease.
Rain of fire, whirlpools, fireball barrages, there are a dazzling array of attack methods to choose from, but the purpose of all these is just to kill the enemy more effectively.
The leading Norscan champion raider took over command after the death of the chieftain. And the so-called command power is nothing more than roaring and charging forward. He dodged the crossbows of the Kislev mercenaries, the ship-borne ballistas of the fire battleships, and the spells of the pyromancers, and finally allowed the enemy to enter the attack range.
The rusty, blood-stained warhammer slammed into the shield with the sword-holding fire dragon emblem in the sudden charge of the body. This man wearing a horse-whiskered helmet must be the commander. As long as he is killed, he will be seriously injured. Demoralize the enemy.
The warhammer hit the shield, making a violent metal collision, breaking the two javelins on it, creating a concave gap, and causing Rascal's feet to sink a little into the soft sand. The sergeant gritted his teeth and struggled against the huge force coming from the shield with his left hand. While sighing that the shield was reliable, he also stretched his right hand to his waist and pulled out the sword.
After the first attack failed, the predator champion warrior immediately planned to try a second time. The head of the sword-holding fire dragon had been smashed, and the shield could be broken into pieces in just one attack.
But just as the war hammer was swung down, the shield moved, hitting his arm, pushing him a little distance, making his body stiffen, and a war knife was stabbed from his waist.
The strong scales did not block the attack of the sword. The sharp tip pierced the dark iron sheet, cut through the tattooed skin without any hindrance, and stabbed into the body.
The sword made an internal stroke, cutting from the left side of the waist to the navel. A large mass of squirming internal organs slipped from the Norscan's body and covered the ground with yellow sand.
However, the Predator Champion wanted to bury the sergeant with him. He gritted his teeth and swung his war hammer for the final blow, aiming for the sergeant's chest behind the shield.
But another sword had already been swung from Mazov's hand, and the sharp steel blade struck the Norscan's unprotected elbow, cutting it in half in one fell swoop.
The warhammer fell to the ground, and along with his right hand, Raskol pulled the sword out of the Norscan's abdomen and stabbed it at his neck. A head with glaring eyes appeared at his feet.
The sergeant didn't care about the result. He might have been complacent about killing a Norscan chieftain and a predator champion warrior in the past, but after learning about the exaggerated achievements of those dragon princes, he no longer had such thoughts.
Raskol shouted loudly, motivating his comrades around him,
"Tighten the line! Engage the enemy in close combat!"
"For Esun!"
For some reason, Raskol only had these words of encouragement in his heart. He was originally fighting for the Tsar. Hao also gradually lost his thoughts.
"For Esun!"
The war cry echoed among the Kislev mercenaries. The hand crossbows were replaced by swords, and they attacked the Norscans in front one by one.
The sound of blood gushing when a neck is cut open, the screams when an arm is broken, and the echo of the body of a dead soldier sinking into the beach, all are just a change of place for hundreds of years of racial hatred to be resolved.
The two sides began a bloody battle. The Kislev mercenaries relied on their unparalleled physical strength, as well as their training and sophisticated equipment during this period, to tilt the battle in their favor. Rows of corpses of Norscan barbarians became proof. Merit value of force.
On the deck of the battleships gathered at the Horn of the Sun, Masnow looked at the backs of the group of people in Rascol and said to Bruni beside him,
"I can't tell that you are quite interested in these Kisli ladies. He was actually willing to go to the Vaal Anvil himself."
The champion warrior could clearly see that Raskol's sword was an imitation of the Saber of Light made by the Vaal Church at that time, although one of the more successful Storm Eyes was given by the prince. It was given to Eltharion, but there are still some defective items in the reserve.
Unexpectedly, Bruni would give it to Raskol, who had been very resistant to becoming a mercenary instructor before.
When asked by his comrades, Bruni just stood aside with his arms folded, silently watching the back of the noncommissioned officer fighting. The soldier named Rascal gave him a little surprise. He had both the bravery of Mrs. Kisli and the soldier's obedience. Criteria of command.
What's more important is that he has a heart to climb up, instead of just thinking about finishing eight years like others, and then returning to the motherland to buy a farm and become a local owner.
"They are just barbarians. If there are too many casualties, it will be a waste of the palace's gold leaf coins."
Bruni did not want to say more, turned and walked towards the battleship, preparing to lead the cavalry to complete the finishing work.
Looking at the expression of his old comrade, Masnuo couldn't help but shook his head secretly. Even Val Anvil was willing to go there in person, and he said he was just a barbarian. He could only be said to be the Dragon Prince, and everyone had the same arrogance.
He said no more, grabbed the paw of his dragon companion, and flew towards the dragon ship.
As a champion warrior, since the prince chose to charge into the battle, he would have to leave one person to guard the fleet. There is a high probability that this raid will have nothing to do with him.
(End of chapter)