Chapter 357 The dead Chaos believers are the best.
Skogi, filled with gunfire, gradually fell under Caledor's offensive. They did not expect that a race like Asur, who was waiting to plunder, would take the initiative to attack.
Instead of using this place as a transit point to attack Druchi in the north, which was more symbolic than practical, they actually invested a large amount of military power to launch an attack on the Norscan colony in Lustria.
The outer buildings and streets were occupied, leaving only the military fortress that was still resisting stubbornly.
Imric fell from the sky, and this time he was indeed used as a pendant for Lao Mi. The Skorgi people did not even have such a creature as a manticore. They even wanted to doze off while leaning on the dragon saddle. It is unimaginable. How could Master Ma allow these guys to live in the Isthmus of Lustria?
Edgar, who was responsible for the cleaning work, came from the bushes. His face was slightly wrinkled when he took off his helmet, and his long blond hair was stained with gray. He served during the time of Imric's grandfather, even though the time span has already passed. Hundreds of years later, he is still willing to contribute to Caledor.
"Prince, all those who resisted and were seriously corrupted by Chaos have been executed. We are still counting the number of prisoners." Edgar explained the situation and waited for the young man in front of him to decide on the next move
.
"Have people keep a close eye on these prisoners and tell them that Caledo came here as an invader. If you want to survive, it's best to cooperate with our actions, otherwise the heads falling on the ground will be the end. ."
Imrik thought clearly about the nature of this military operation, and did not want to use Asul's usual savior image to satisfy his pitiful vanity. If it was an order race, he might have a few more explanations, North Kamanzi had better forget it. Those who were more rational could be used as labor force. Those who stubbornly resisted and were severely corroded by Chaos, it would be best to send them to hell.
Edgar, who was holding his helmet, expressed his understanding, turned around and walked towards the rear. He didn't care about the fate of these Norscan barbarians, but as long as he dared to resist Caledor's power, he would die here.
Groups of men passed by Imrik, and Bruni, who was chasing a fleeing chieftain, also came back. His armor and horses were covered with blood. He dismounted and walked to the dragon lord, "Prince, the perimeter is already here
. After being emptied, should we hand over the people in the fortress or directly attack."
Generally speaking, as long as there is no unrelenting racial hatred, the intelligent race will communicate with the defenders before launching a siege and persuade them to surrender. After all, the siege Fighting is a very painful thing, whether it is offensive or defensive.
But Imrik has no such idea. Most of the tactical objectives have been solved. What's next is just a military fortress. Even though the Norscans' thousands of years of colonial history have made this fortress extremely strong, there are still solutions.
As for how many people will die if this fortress is wiped out, Prince Long has not considered this matter at all. As long as one of his own does not die, it doesn't matter. He cannot commit a long-term siege for a small number of people.
"Let the mages prepare siege spells and the priests prepare Vaal Hammer magic. This fortress needs to be demolished and rebuilt. I cannot tolerate such a crude military facility in Caledor." To the people in this fortress,
Imri Ke handed down the death sentence without mercy. This kind of fortress may be a hard nut in the eyes of others, but Caledor has the largest Vaal Church in Ulthuan, or in other words, the only orthodox Vaal Church.
After more than a dozen rounds of Val hammers, even the city wall made of fine steel collapsed.
"Let Masno handle things here, I'll go see those Kislev boys."
"Yes."
Prince Dragon turned and left, and asked someone to fetch a war horse, and walked towards the Kislev mercenaries. go.
The Kislevites at the port are resting after the war. They performed well in this landing battle. They held on until the reinforcements from the rear arrived here, and then pressed forward with the elven masters, plus some seconded from Savre. The life mage who arrived kept the casualties at a very low level.
Sergeant Rascal is paying attention to the situation of each soldier. Once there is an injury that is difficult to treat with herbal medicine, such as a situation that requires amputation, he can only use a few words of Elvish to request those wearing green robes. The mage comes to heal his soldiers.
After all, this is written in military regulations. The Dragon Palace will try its best to ensure that the mercenaries receive adequate rescue after the war. Although Rascal was a little unconvinced at first, looking at the elven mages from other kingdoms, although they seemed unsympathetic Not willing, but still helping, I knew it was something that had been implemented.
"This must be the order of the Dragon Prince, otherwise he will not listen to my request." Raskol thought to himself for a moment, only the authority of the dragon lord can make these proud elves put down their bodies and join Mrs. Kisri combat, and provide treatment after the battle.
This couldn't help but make him have a better impression of the dragon lord whom he had only met twice. At least Imrik kept his promise to take care of his soldiers.
"Centurion Raskol, your performance is not bad."
A voice interrupted Raskol, who was accompanying the mage to the location of the wounded. When he saw it was Imric, he immediately stepped up and raised his chest. After the shield stood on the ground, he put his right hand on his chest, then stretched his hand forward and shouted,
"Yes, thank you for your compliment, His Highness Prince Imric."
The sergeant was a little nervous, he didn't understand Imric Why are you looking for yourself? After all, for the elf in front of you, this battle is nothing more than a warm-up fight. Why come here to praise yourself?
Imrik, on the other hand, had a slight smile on his face. This kid was a talent. Judging from Bruni's report, he had a high prestige among the mercenaries and was willing to actively cooperate with the implementation of Caledor's plans.
However, the red centurion helmet with sideburns on the head is a bit eye-catching. I don’t know who designed this decoration scheme. Isn’t it afraid of being sniped by the enemy?
"There is no need for this. Since you are now under my command, just call me Prince." "
Yes, Prince, Soldier Rascal is willing to serve you."
Imric sighed secretly, well, he is another one. Those who practice stupidity, after all, during this period of time, Bruni's ideological education for them has been to absolutely obey the authority of the dragon lord.
But he didn't care too much about it. After all, cultivating him was just an idea. If he died on the battlefield, it could only be said that he was not strong enough. His current performance was not enough to devote too much attention.
So he blurted out the order, "I will give you a task now. Lead your soldiers to reconnoiter to the west and make a topographic map of the surrounding fifty kilometers." Rascal did not hesitate. The topographic map was part of the officer course
. Although he didn't understand why Imrik would let a novice like him do it instead of letting a specialized reconnaissance team take charge of this matter, he still accepted the order.
After all, the principle of a mercenary is to work with money and not ask any unnecessary questions.
"Yes, after a short rest, I will take the people and set off immediately."
Imrik nodded and reminded the stupid officer again,
"That's right. , if you encounter some lizardmen, if the other party is not hostile, you are not allowed to fight, and the others will proceed as usual." "Yes.
"
Raskol gave a final salute and watched Imric leave.
(End of chapter)