Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 368 Attila

“The Attila’s most proficient weapon is the hunting spear,” Sanchez said helplessly. “Teaching them to use laser guns and change energy cartridges is too difficult.”

"The technical priests of Incaladion made initial modifications to the hunting spears by attaching a promethium canister below the spearhead."

Ning Lu nodded slightly, thinking to himself: [The tip of the Hell Spear.]
He knew that the hunting spears used by the future imperial barbarian cavalry had many types of spear tips, including common spear tips such as hell spear tips and armor-piercing spear tips, as well as powerful spear tips such as plasma spear tips and molten spear tips that could detonate armor.

"Once the spear tip strikes the enemy, it will detach and spew out scorching flames, burning the enemy to ashes and leaving a raging inferno in the enemy ranks."

"After that, they will switch to other weapons and continue their attack."

Nimrod nodded. "The Attila people need time to master essential skills like laser guns, and they won't be able to set foot on the battlefield for a while."

Weapon research takes time, and for a considerable period of time, they will not possess the fighting strength of Attila's future barbarian cavalry.
Ninglu's mind conjured up images of countless cavalry charging towards the undead in space—the most glorious battle of the barbarian cavalry in his memory.

On Locksall IV, the buried tombs were activated, and the space necromancers awoke from their slumber.

After three years of fierce fighting, Attila's barbarian cavalry finally assembled the largest cavalry force in the Empire's history at the Valley of Lumon.

The final scene shows 800,000 cavalry, including Attila's barbarian cavalry, launching a massive charge that crushes the undead lines of space.

Ning Lu gathered his thoughts and asked:
Are they suited to be hunters?

Sanchez looked back at the two tribes still fighting, who were left behind.

"The Attila people are well-suited to this; their guerrilla tactics, honed through thousands of years of tribal warfare, are effective for hunting."

"They are adept at using terrain features and cover to conceal their movements, suddenly appearing on high ground or ridges and rushing towards the enemy."

"Their weakness in learning ability will become a shadow over order rather than a problem."

Nimrod knew that the Attilaians rarely spent time learning to read and write, their lives consumed by war.

Written language was largely the domain of scribes, and even many of Attila's elite nobles were unwilling to concern themselves with such trivial matters.

This is also the biggest difference between the world they fell into and the world Chagatai Khan fell into; the Chogris culture is very strong.

For the future, poetry will even be a required course for white scars.

Ninglu nodded slightly and said, "In that case, your warband will recruit soldiers in Attila."

"As you command, my lord."

As they spoke, countless enormous, hairy yak-like creatures appeared below, running under the influence of a dozen or so Attila herders.

Nimrod knew those were creatures called Ovidia, who were the second most important creatures to the Attila, after their horses.

Ovija's abundant flesh and black blood satisfied the basic survival diet of the grassland tribes.

He told Sanchez, "The Attila people are excellent herders, and Oviega is delicious food."

"The Attila and Ovidia should be promoted to the agricultural world of raising animals."

As the two spoke, the stormbirds flew over the herds, and the city came into view.

Groups of Latila people marched into the city from all directions.

Canasan, Attila's only city.

Looking around, even by Vostonia's standards, Kanasan was a prosperous city.

The stormbirds landed slowly, and the two entered the city.

The short and wiry Attilaians immediately noticed the group and burst into enthusiastic cheers.

Sanchez smiled and said, “My lord, just as you told me in the data crystal, the Attila people revere the strong, and they immediately pledge their loyalty after the best warriors of each tribe are defeated.”

“They are enthusiastic and unrestrained. When they encounter us outside the city, they will chase after us just like before, and inside the city, they will cheer like they are now.”

Nimrod nodded slightly, and Sanchez led the way along the wide road toward Attila's palace.

Nimrod noted that the Attila people's buildings were lower than those in other worlds.

Many residents of Kanasan use their own buildings to open shops, mostly selling hunting spears and various tools.

The visiting herders, leading their horses, searched the stalls and stopped when they saw something that interested them.

There are also many migrant herders who set up stalls to sell their wares.

Their trading methods were quite primitive; they did not have a unified currency and engaged in primitive barter trade.

Among the many low-rise buildings, a magnificent golden building rises from the ground.

Sanchez followed Nimrod's gaze and then said, "The chieftains of the Attila tribes are called Khans."

"The victor who fought among themselves was called the Great Khan."

"He will reside in the Khan's Palace in Kanasan, govern the entire city, and levy a tax on trade, usually one-eighteenth of the traded goods."

He turned to look at the Black Emperor and continued speaking.

"Of course, if the Great Khan is defeated in the struggle, he will be immediately replaced."

"The war that broke out between the powerful Khans was much larger than what we just saw, and tens of thousands of people would die in the struggle."

"My lord, should we intervene in their conflict?"

"Keep it within a limited range; no more than a hundred deaths are allowed," Ning Lu instructed.

He knew that the Attila people's tradition of fighting had lasted for thousands of years, and that the tradition of never ending the battle was the basis for what made the Attila people known as valiant warriors.

He did not want to force the Attilaians to change completely, but rather to keep them within a limited range of competition.

Although I initially rejected Fernández Manus's suggestion, Vostonia does not have a tradition like Attila's, and I will not impose harsh policies on them.

This does not contradict preserving Attila's traditions and reducing the intensity of combat.
“I understand,” the Reaper Lord replied.

Sanchez heard a buzzing sound from the communication bead in his ear. He pressed the bead and then spoke to Ninglu.

"The Great Khan and the Khans of other great tribes have prepared a feast in the Khan's Palace."

Nimrod followed Sanchez toward the magnificent palace gates, where he saw a dozen or so people dressed in luxurious robes.

They were startled to see that the black-armored giant was even larger and more imposing than Sanchez.

They knelt on one knee and placed their right hand on their chest in a gesture of respect.

Ninglu noticed that the smell emanating from them was no different from that of ordinary people, and they had obviously never taken a bath.

“Get up,” he said in Attila, a language that now took him only a few seconds to extract from the hearts of the locals.

"By the Primarch, we have prepared the grandest feast to welcome you."

After the Great Khan finished speaking, he led the way, and Nimru walked into the palace under the awe-inspiring gazes of the Attilaians.

A moment later, Ninglu looked at the Great Khan's cook, who nervously made the final preparations for the food.

To ensure the best taste, it can only be done after they are seated.

The enormous Ovida spun around, making a crackling sound. The aroma of charred fat from the firewood mingled with the intense scent of meat and pungent spices, carried on the breeze and overpowering the heavy smell of the Attilaians.

Ninglu picked up his fork and put a small piece of the pasta into his mouth.

The fat in Oviedo melts in your mouth, the meat is sweet and savory, mixed with the salty and spicy flavors of the spices, and the caramelized aftertaste lingers in your mouth.

"Excellent," Ning Lu praised sincerely.

On his fourth day in Attila's palace, Nimrod stood on the top of the Khan's Palace and looked down.

Thibaud, the company commander of the 7th Regiment, shouted provocatively at the two Khans.

"I heard that you two fight as soon as you meet. This time, you should also gather your warriors for a great battle."

"I'm telling you, don't even think about it, unless you can defeat me."

"Come on, I'm empty-handed, you two charge at me now."

The intelligence the "provocateur" possessed caused him to provoke both Khans into simultaneously roaring in anger.

They pushed off with both legs at the same time, and their mounts charged rapidly toward Thibault.

Thibault, who had just been promoted to "arsonist," did not use his newly acquired abilities, knowing that power was what impressed the Attilaians the most.

Without dodging or avoiding, he swung his arms upwards, knocking the two spears away.

Thibault then stretched out his arms and knocked down both warhorses.

Ninglu withdrew his gaze and looked at Sanchez, who was walking towards him.

"My lord, news has come from Koss: the workers encountered a terrible monster after venturing deep into the cave."

(End of this chapter)