Chapter 277 The Last Light (5)

On the glacier illuminated by the moonlight, the crowded Norscans were like ants who found candy, rushing up to the south bank in a chaotic manner, fighting with the Cossack warriors in the snow forest.

The deep winter in Kislev has always been linked to the sharp cold wind. Fortunately, both sides are used to fighting in the snow and will not be frozen to the point of being unable to swing their swords like the Imperial people further south.

Curses and screams filled the air, and everyone knew that fighting enemies at low altitudes was not a wise choice.

But their war leaders struggled to keep their wits about them. The Chaos Warriors were already behind the southerners' rear, and when the raids were over, they would only blame the reavers for being too weak for not keeping up with the champions.

The Norscans had to attack the Gossamer positions one after another, which was no easy task, especially when they were located down the slope.

They had to raise their weapons high to hit the enemies above, but the Yankees only needed to move their shields down to completely block the blows of hammers and spears.

The Cothas' round and square shields once caused the barbarians to curse wildly, but when they encouraged Mrs. Kisli to put down her shields and engage in a bloody battle with real swords and guns, they only received the same ridicule mixed with obscene words.

The sound of the drum echoed in the snow, blood, and broken meat, and then hit the bright white moon, stirring up a different response to the lively battlefield.

The melodious war drums drifted far away in the wind under the white moon. The Norscans did not know the meaning of the drums. Their drummers also beat the small drums they carried with them provocatively. The chaotic sound covered up the chaos of the wind.

The evergreen leaves were washed away by the cold wind, making a trembling sound. On the flat snowfield north of the glacier, there was also an inaudible "swish" sound.

The fighting soldiers did not notice the anomalies in the distance. Everyone was trying to kill the enemy in front of them. Who would pay attention to the increasingly fierce noise?

It was like swarms of arrows flying across the ground, the sound of rain falling, and torrents washing over rocks.

The wind brought with it the deadly noise rushing from the north, and the rapid drum beat sounded again on the right wing of the southerners to answer the sound of impact from the north.

The Cossacks who had not yet killed Red Eyes seemed to have received the order and burst into enthusiastic cheers.

"Charge! Kill!"

"Fuck you!"

Mrs. Kisri's low morale instantly rose, and with some unparalleled enthusiasm, the brave Gossa sang praises to Esun. The song was so noisy that it was almost noise and spread from the right side of the army to the left.

The Chaos Warriors who were running rampant in the military formation suddenly felt that something was wrong. They were not idiots who had gone south to plunder for the first time.

The champions of each tribe roared to convey warnings to their companions in the north, but the roars of dozens of people disappeared into the noise in an instant.

"Hussars!"

"Watch out for the Hussars!"

Without these backbones, the ordinary Norscan raiders are no match for the armored cavalry.

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

The closer and closer roar of terror made Mrs. Kislev's fighting spirit even more intense. When the sound of the strong wind washing the wings reached its peak, the stupidest person should know that the hussars were coming.

The sound of "crashing" floated far away in the wind, like a moving forest, with leaves swaying in the cold wind.

The knight's gleaming half-armor was covered with cold illusory gauze by the moonlight. Each knight was covered in tiger skin, wolf skin, or even manticore skin. The war horse was covered with half-covering chain armor, carrying each proud man. of cavalry.

They did not choose a cone formation. In order to frighten the enemy to the greatest extent, they chose a wall formation.

The gaps between the horses can't even allow people to pass. There are just over a thousand horses, but they create an endless visual effect.

The well-trained war horses slowly accelerated, changing from a slow walk to a trot as they approached the battlefield.

A lance with a three-color battle flag fluttering was lowered, and between the sharp edges were the wings of the cavalrymen fluttering in the wind.

The light wooden frame supported the high wings, and the constant strong wind caused the feathers, which were already screaming excitedly during the charge, to shout louder and declare their presence to the enemy.

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

"what is that?"

"Something's coming!"

"monster!"

The Norscans were frightened by anomalies farther north and fell into complete chaos.

The Gossamers who rushed towards the south slope with the beat of drums easily drove the barbarians to their predetermined position - the center of the ice.

Curiosity and fear drove the Norscans further north to the north shore. When they exposed their heads, the bone-chilling chill cooled their heated brains.

Dazzling knights sat on the densely packed high battle horses. Their gorgeous wings shared the brightness of the moon under the white moon. The majesty and beauty of the winged cavalry deeply shook the souls of the barbarians.

The terrifying roar was accompanied by the roar of horse hooves, and the fierce lances were pointed directly at the Norscans in the lowlands, revealing to the barbarians what death would look like when it was approaching.

They are not like the knights of the old world, but more like the invincible cavalry of the high elves.

More and more Norscans pushed aside their dumbfounded companions, crowded to the top of the northern slope, and fell into the same daze again.

The ground suddenly trembled, and meteors from the sky crashed into the mountains farther north. The world-destroying sound completely defeated the Norscan people's will to resist.

The extraordinary knights were not affected by the shock and even accelerated their charge. The frightening wings trembled the hearts of the Norscans. When the cavalry approached, the tall shadows directly stopped the barbarians from fighting. The idiot who retreated and stayed to face the charge was instantly pierced by a lance.

The Norscans on the north slope fled to the south regardless, pushing away their companions who were trying to rush up the north slope, hoping to avoid the sharp edge of the hussars.

But how can a man outrun a horse?

Thousands of cavalry appeared from the northern slope and moved southward along the slope with unstoppable momentum.

The Norscans who were running around and squeezing around were knocked through by the horses advancing together. The cheers of the Cossacks and the increasingly fierce war drums on Kislev's right wing only intensified the panic of the barbarians.

The few warriors who wanted to resist were killed on the spot by lances. Almost instantly, nearly ten thousand Norscans on the long battle line lost the ability to fight.

The Chaos beasts died ignorantly under the charge, and the panicked survivors fled in all directions, dying in vain under the axes of the Cossack warriors.

Some lucky guys were shot down by random arrows before they could escape far. The Norsca tribe who escaped from the northern peninsula finally fell on the way south.

Vitali took advantage of the Chaos Warriors to swing their axes at Gortha and launched a surprise attack from behind.

The strong Boyer hit the Chaos Warrior on the back of the head with a hammer, causing the Demon Warrior's black headgear to deform.

Without too much entanglement, Vitali skillfully retreated into Gossa's shield formation and touched another Chaos Warrior.

The Cossars swarmed forward, pushed the dazed Chaos Warrior down, and beat 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 began another attack.