Your war hammer is too fake

After all, greenskins don’t give points, and there are so many of them, the Weaver Lord thought in his heart.

"At least when I set out south, the enemy had not yet returned to the world," Nayes shook her head. "There are rumors that the queen ordered a full mobilization because Cyanasir is about to be resurrected, but this does not make sense. If the enemy is it, then the queen has no need to keep it secret. She is gathering the army with unprecedented force, but has not announced who the enemy is."

"Based on the time, the Caledonians should have arrived in Athel Loren," Morgan thought for a moment. "This is very strange, especially since Ariel has never announced who the enemy is. She would rather accept the help of her cousin than consider recalling me? In theory, my followers and I are not independent and are still part of Athel Loren."

"I don't really want to discuss this, Morgan. It's too dangerous and could shake the very foundation of Athel Loren's existence," Nayes turned sideways and looked at her friend's left face. "And I'm curious about one thing. Although you've explained before that these Safri people are your allies, I still want to know how you came to be in contact with them?" After a pause, the Spellsinger added, "Of course, if it's really inconvenient to talk about it, forget it."

"Has collecting intelligence anytime and anywhere become a part of your life, Nais?" Morgan asked.

"...You know, Morgan, I swear allegiance to Athel Loren, to the Queen and the King." Nayes had obviously expected Morgan to ask this question. "Let the Woodland Council clearly know the strength of you and your followers. This will help many bigwigs stay as rational as possible when dealing with issues related to you."

"Your alternative description of espionage is really refreshing," Morgan said, "Not all cousins ​​are corrupt and degenerate, at least my allies are not. They." The Lord of the Weaver raised his head and pointed with his chin at the high elves not far away who were still in a strict formation even after a fierce battle. "They are loyal to an Asur lord named Dustan, and Dustan and I are good friends. The whole thing is that simple."

Nayes did not continue to ask about the details of their acquaintance, because she knew it would be impolite to ask about it. It was true that she and Morgan were friends, but that did not mean she could disrespect Morgan.

"Being able to send out 10,000 warriors... I guess this is definitely not Mr. Dustan's entire army." After thinking about it, the spell-singer asked this question, "Why have I never heard of such a powerful person?"

"He is not a prince of Safri. He is just an insignificant nobleman in terms of family background," Morgan recalled the "character setting" mentioned by the wizard when they were chatting in the chat group. "And he is actually very famous in Ulthuan, although it is not a good reputation."

"Well. In any case, I am uneasy about Her Majesty's behavior. This is a turbulent era, and making friends with powerful allies is also part of a lord's duty," Nayes nodded. "Since you are capable of defending your homeland, I don't need to worry about anything anymore. I will return to Athel Loren with what I have seen and heard here, and if there is any new news, I will send someone to inform you. Well, you really don't want to consider sending a representative back with me?"

"Unless our respected Queen summons me personally," Morgan rolled his eyes, "I will never have anything to do with them again."

Nayes hesitated, but asked, "Morgan, if one day your kin needed help, would you be willing to fight for Athel Loren?"

"Yes, but only once." The Lord Weaver frowned slowly, "Just once, I will help you unconditionally. After that, the Crucified Wood Court will be an independent country and will have nothing to do with the relatives in the north."

The spellsinger said nothing more. After receiving the promise, she looked at her friend deeply and said, "You are walking on a path that belongs to you. May wisdom and courage illuminate the future you choose, Morgan Ringo."

……

Note 1: Cyanathair, literally translated as "invader", refers specifically to Morgul.

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Author's words: I had a quarrel with my mother over where to spend the New Year. She wanted to go to a place I hated very much. She mentioned it before, and I clearly and firmly expressed my opposition. She stopped at that time, but started again yesterday. She is always like this. When I think my patience has reached its limit, she thinks I still have room for compromise.

Chapter 264 Reinforcements

After waking up, the first thing Boris did was to summon his subordinates to find out the situation.

The Elector summoned all the surviving senior officers, priests, and several courtiers who had accompanied the army to the battle, and listened to them talk about what happened after he fell unconscious without saying a word. Then, the Elector issued two orders: first, he personally led the priests who had been forcibly transformed into meows to find An Jiyue, and pressed the bishop's head to make them apologize to the girl; second, he gathered all the combatants who were still in good condition and prepared to return to Middenheim with the wood elves under An Jiyue's command.

After a series of battles and sending some troops to guard Aaronburg, the Wolf Lord still had 2,000 troops on hand, mostly infantry and a small number of light cavalry. Among the surviving imperial soldiers were artillerymen who had withdrawn from the battlefield, but there were no cannons, not even one, and the imperial knights were left with only a small group of white wolf knights from Aaronburg. In contrast, the wood elf army brought by An Jiyue had basically no casualties, and the wounded quickly recovered their combat effectiveness under the treatment of the life spellcasters.

Under normal circumstances, 7,000 troops would have been a very impressive force, especially since 5,000 of them were elves. Elves and dwarves were known for their outstanding individual combat power, and even the militias of these two families could beat the provincial infantry, the regular army of the empire. However, compared to the enemy they were about to face, this amount of troops was completely insufficient.

"As of the most recent reconnaissance, my scouts have confirmed the flags of more than thirty Chaos Warriors and Chaos Knights," An Jiyue said. "Right now, there are at least two thousand Chaos Warriors outside Middenheim."

The real Chaos Warriors are not the group of one hundred armored warriors in a certain Total War. They are the perfect combination of martial arts, strength, speed and defense. Each of them can easily deal with the siege of several elite mortal veterans, and their heavy Baroque-style armor can even prevent muskets from hitting them.

When facing such an enemy, the only thing the provincial infantry can do is to use their lives to delay them, buying time for the Imperial Knights to make a flanking attack or for the Battle Mage to cast spells. The most effective way for mortals to deal with Chaos Warriors is to use cannons - even Chaos Armor forged from the Hellforge (Note 1) cannot withstand the power of the cannonballs.

Unfortunately, the Midden people's heavy firepower was all left on the battlefield, and the wood elves had no artillery at all. An Jiyue had specially sent falcon cavalry to the battlefield where the Midden people had fought with the beastmen before to see if they could recover some of the cannons. As a result, it was not surprising to find that all the cannons and mortars were smashed by the beastmen with brute force, and none survived; several hell blasters were dismantled into pieces, and the barrels were probably picked up by the minotaurs and used as hammers. As for the rocket launcher, the Midden people did not bring it when they went out.

There were no cannons, few Imperial Knights left, and not many Battle Mages either. This situation was a headache for every officer who had ever fought against the Chaos Warriors.

"Maybe we can wait until the Ricks arrive," someone suggested, "They have everything."

Faced with this dilemma, Karl Franz made a militarily wrong but politically correct choice: the emperor himself would lead the main force south to rescue the vanguard trapped by the forest goblins. At the same time, a full 500 Reik knights would go north to rescue Middenheim under the command of Reik Marshal Kurt Helberg. Together with them would be several cannon companies and a halberd regiment responsible for protecting the former.

Anyway, direct-fire firearms like cannons can't be used in the depths of the Reik Forest, so it's better to send them to help the Midden people. As for Kurt, this commander who had been a veteran of hundreds of battles when Carl was just born, has been kept well fed and well by the Paraon people since he was captured in the border conflict at Axe Pass. After all, Kurt has a duke title. Although the Bretonnian nobles regard the imperial people as beggars, they still recognize the imperial title for the time being.

After the Battle of Paraon, Egwene's men found the old man in the Paraon camp while cleaning up the battlefield, rescued him, and sent someone to escort him back to Altdorf. The emperor did not blame Marshal Rick for his previous defeat and continued to entrust him with important tasks. After all, the defeat could not be blamed on the old man's poor command.

This time, the task of rushing to Middenheim's rescue naturally fell on Kurt.

"By the time those comet-believing playboys arrive, my city will be long gone!" Boris retorted angrily, "Too many troops have been withdrawn from Middenheim's garrison... Damn it, now there are only a bunch of rookies who have never seen blood! They can't hold out for too long. I must rush there with reinforcements immediately, otherwise my city will be in danger of falling."

"But Duke, we don't have enough troops!" another officer shouted, "Even if we add Dr. Arwen and her people, it's still not enough. We need those Ricks and their cannons!"

The combat meeting turned into a grievance meeting. Everyone who attended the meeting seemed to have countless complaints, and Boris scolded them one by one with angry curses. The enemy's strength was obvious: at least 2,000 Chaos Warriors, nearly 30,000 mutants, cultists, bandits and robbers from various sources, tens of thousands of beastmen from the Midden Mountains, and an unknown number of Chaos Demons appeared in this dark army.

Although those mortal servants were poorly equipped, had poor discipline, and had almost no training, they became extremely fanatical and fearless under the influence of the power of Chaos and corrupt witchcraft. What's worse, due to the special terrain of Middenheim itself, if they did not attack and simply besieged it, the Chaos army would only need a small number of troops to block the defenders' counterattack and calmly use most of its troops to fight against the reinforcements. If the Order side acted rashly, it would most likely get itself into trouble.

An Jiyue watched the quarreling Middenheimers until everyone was tired of arguing. Then she said, "I have a way to send the Ricks' reinforcements to Middenheim in time."

"…I guess your next sentence will begin with 'but', doctor," said the Wolf Lord.

"But even with the Ricks, our forces are still far from enough," the girl gave the Elector a rather subtle look, "so I have a suggestion. You should remember the spell I cast earlier, the red light that covered the sky and turned the beastmen into ashes."

"Put all your hopes on magic? Damn it!" Boris looked like he wanted to curse: "Are you sure your magic can solve the enemy? What if your plan fails?"

"Then may I ask if you have a better plan?" An Jiyue asked in return: "If so, I'm all ears."

"Well... perhaps you could give us some specific details about your spell, doctor."

"If you really find it difficult to accept the plan of turning the tables by magic, I actually have another plan," the Jiedushi put forward a backup plan at the right time. "The enemy's forces are not enough to stockpile heavy troops in every direction of Middenheim, so my plan is that we choose a position where the enemy's deployment is relatively weak and rush into the city to assist in defense. It is indeed difficult for 7,000 troops to fight against this number of Chaos minions in a field battle, but it is different if they are used as a city defender."

"Then we can hide behind the city wall and wait for our beloved Emperor to deal with the goblins strolling in his back garden, and then gather an army larger than Ivy's sheep to rescue us? What a good plan, it doesn't require sacrificing anything except the self-esteem of the Midden people!" The Wolf Lord complained immediately after hearing this.

"On the contrary, I don't think the Ricks should intervene in this battle on a large scale," An Jiyue shook her head. "I have a way to call for reinforcements. The size and strength of the reinforcements are enough to defeat those Chaos minions head-on."

"Who?" asked the Wolf Lord.

"The Chinese from the Three Rivers," the girl replied. "As far as I know, they have been quite idle recently. If you are willing to publicly swear in the name of Ulric that you owe their lord a favor, you can get a reinforcement of 30,000 men."

"So you've given me two choices now," the Elector stroked his beard, "trust in magic, or trust in foreigners. How do I contact those Cathay people?"

Hearing this, An Jiyue knew that the matter was settled. The two choices did not make much difference to her. It was just a matter of whether she would use a vest or a large account when solving the underground portal in Middenheim.

"Write a letter asking for help and attach a token," An Jiyue replied, "Including the time it takes to deliver the letter, the Zhendan people will arrive in Middenheim within ten days."

"Ten days?! Did they fly over here?"

"There are some secrets that cannot be disclosed, Boris Todbringer," An Jiyue used her mind to remotely contact Feng Xizhao who was in Xuanshui while speaking. "The help of the Aurora people is expensive, but it is definitely worth it."

"Perhaps I should talk to Hertwig," said the Wolf Lord, "He has more experience in this area."

"He's probably busy right now. Rebuilding a big city is a huge and lengthy project," An Jiyue said casually. "Anyway, I'm going to pick up the Ricks first. You guys just go ahead, and I'll catch up with you with the Ricks."

……

Note 1: From the background, although they are all called Chaos Armor, and their performance is similar, this thing actually has many origins, including being blessed by the Four Peddlers, growing directly from your body, forged by Chaos Dwarves, or forged by some of the most skilled Yankee blacksmiths. The latter two can be taken off, if the wearer has not been mutated by Chaos, causing the body and armor to merge into one.

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Author's words: I agreed to rest after lunch, but I had to change my mind and continue to work in the afternoon... The key is that I still have to cook dinner, and my mother doesn't even wash the dishes now, damn. In addition, there is a high probability that there will be no update tonight. I really don't have to work tomorrow, probably. If I am free tomorrow, I will find a way to make up for it. These days, it is said that the Chinese New Year is coming soon, but in the end, there is no rest at all.

Chapter 265 Crisis

March 2503, 3 Imperial Calendar, Middenheim.

Middenheim, called "Grunni's Tower" by the dwarves, is one of the four major autonomous cities in the empire and a holy place for the Ulric sect. It is located on the top of Mount Forslag and was built by dwarves employed by the Teutonic tribe. It is said that in the era before Sigmar was born, the White Wolf God Ulric had guided more than one tribe to Mount Forslag, but except for the Teutons, all the tribes were defeated by the harsh climate or brutal enemies on the way.

In the end, only the Teutons succeeded in reaching this place. Their leader Artur commissioned the dwarves from the central mountains to work with the Teutons to carve a road to the top of the mountain. There, Ulric performed a miracle, and endless silver flames gushed out from a crack in the rock on the top of the mountain. The Teutons found that the weapons bathed in the flames were blessed by the White Wolf God. From then on, a prophecy was circulated among the Teutons: this sacred fire is the same as the fate of this place.

As long as Ulric's flame burns, this place will never fall.

The Teutons settled here and they were the ancestors of the later Midden people. They built a fortress called Mittengard on the top of Mount Forschlag, which was the predecessor of Middenheim.

Not long after, a legendary warrior rose in the south. Wielding the rune hammer given by the Dwarf High King, he used methods including but not limited to war, diplomacy and even sex (Note 1) to unite the originally scattered human tribes and form the prototype of the later empire.

In the process of unifying the tribes, the young warrior named Sigmar led his followers to Mitgard. The Teutonic king, Artur, who was old and no longer as heroic as he was in his youth, did not welcome Sigmar's arrival. In fact, the two sides had clashed before - Sigmar led his tribe to defeat many beastmen, and these children of chaos fled to the north to seek easier prey, and the Teutons suffered a lot of losses.

Artur accused the Ambrogans (Sigmar's tribe) of causing this situation. He not only demanded compensation from Sigmar, but also sent people to plunder the Ambrogans' territory. When Sigmar led his army to Mount Forslag, Artur refused to meet with Sigmar and only sent a man to reject Sigmar's proposal for an alliance.

Sigmar then announced that he would climb Mount Forschlag barehanded. He did so, earning Sigmar the respect of the Teutons. In front of Ulric's sacred fire, Sigmar challenged Artur to a duel. During the fight, the latter realized that he was no match for Sigmar, so the Teutonic chieftain pushed Sigmar into the sacred fire in desperation. As a result, Artur emerged unharmed and stronger than before. In the end, Sigmar defeated Artur and smashed his head with his war hammer.

Realizing that Ulric favored Sigmar, the Teutons willingly accepted Sigmar's rule and elected the young southern warrior as the new Teutonic King.

Time flows slowly, not stopping for the joys and sorrows of mortals. In the long time, Middenheim has suffered countless attacks, some from foreign enemies, and some from brothers who should have been united, but no matter what, as the prophecy declared, the sacred fire of the White Wolf God has never been extinguished, and the holy land of the White Wolf God has never fallen.

Even the legendary goblin warrior "Big Belly" Gollum, who came closest to conquering Middenheim, was eventually repelled by the tenacious defenders. It is worth mentioning that Gollum first attacked the city from the front, but it was ineffective, so he turned to attack from underground: like all cities that have been taken by dwarves, there is an extremely complex network of tunnels under Middenheim, which is as large as a complete city, and these tunnels are usually managed by local imperial dwarves, and the exits are also in the dwarf community.

When Gollum attacked Middenheim, he sent his men through a network of tunnels to bypass the city's frontal defenses, allowing the greenskins to appear directly in the city, although at the cost of countless greenskins dying in the overly complex tunnels.

As the great demon of Tzeentch, Sathoril, the "Eternal Watch", knew many secrets long forgotten by mortals. From the beginning, it did not expect to break through Middenheim's defenses from the front, even though the garrison in the city had been weakened to the maximum by its tricks. On the outskirts of Mount Forslag, it managed to find some tunnel entrances that were blocked by Midden and the Imperial Dwarves, and then sent mortal servants into them to try to find a passage to the mountaintop city.

The defenders, or more precisely, the Imperial Dwarves, soon noticed the movement of the Chaos army, and a fierce battle broke out in the darkness. With the assistance of the local Imperial Dwarves in Middenheim, the militiamen rushed into the tunnels with torches in hand, shouting the name of the White Wolf God and fighting against those grotesque Chaos minions; while the few remaining regular armed forces in the city seized the opportunity to seize key positions, build barricades and deploy artillery together with the Imperial Dwarves, and prepare for the real test.

Sasoril wasted the lives of his mortal servants without a care, since the lives of these cultists, mutants, and even outlaws were worthless. On the surface, the two sides maintained a standoff, with few small-scale conflicts; underground, the blood of the warring parties had already soaked several major tunnels.

The Lord of Change patiently puts pressure on the defenders. He systematically deploys cannon fodder of different types and sources in batches, while keeping strong Chaos Warriors in his hands as a reserve. No matter how the Chaos Champions who lead the warbands ask for battle, he refuses them all, and threatens that those who dare to disobey his orders will be turned into Chaos Spawns, and will never have any glory again.

The flames of war stirred people's hearts and set off a storm in the treacherous realm of Chaos. The scale and intensity of this siege were not enough to attract the attention of the Dark Gods, but Middenheim was special, which could make the capricious gods ignore this. Under the watchful eyes of several powerful people in the Warp, more servants of the Ruinous Power came out of hiding. They came from all directions and threw themselves into this increasingly brutal battle, constantly replenishing the army of Sathoril.

With sufficient cannon fodder, the Lord of Change's plan moved forward smoothly. Although Graktar's loss of contact made it somewhat uneasy, it had no way out at this point. While maintaining the intensity of the attack, it continued to send out more reliable men, trying to find a way to victory from the intricate network of tunnels, and it did find it.

After filling in countless mortal servants, the Great Demon finally found a tunnel leading to the interior of Middenheim that was large enough for the army and various Chaos monsters to pass through. Sasoril, who had completely ignored the surface and whose attention was all drawn to the underground battlefield, finally ordered the Chaos Warriors who had not participated in the battle to be deployed.

As soon as these heavily armored warriors, blessed by Chaos, entered the battlefield, they tore through the Imperial militia's defenses with unstoppable force. They charged into the hail of bullets with contempt, letting the lead bullets and arrows bounce off their heavy armor in vain. They rushed to the mortals who chose to hold their positions in despair, and their sturdy armored bodies, at least a head taller than them, cast a shadow, completely obscuring the mortals' helpless struggles. When they took another step, only the fragmented remains of their victims were left.

The mortal lines were breached one after another, and the defenders were forced back. Anyone who did not retreat in time became part of the corpses on the ground, and was then swallowed by beastmen, mutants, and even worse.

The tide of Chaos swept across the underground battlefield, only stagnating slightly in a few areas. Nothing could stop the Chaos Warriors' advance, they ruthlessly slaughtered the masses, pleasing the gods they believed in or Chaos itself. In those most important positions, the few remaining regular troops in the city put up a final resistance, and the cannonballs finally caused significant losses to the Chaos Warriors; but all was in vain. During the intervals when the cannons were reloaded, the Warriors of the Gods rushed forward and ruthlessly strangled the last possibility of the Midden people to hold on to the tunnel network.

The fierce battle lasted from the early morning until noon. When the first group of Chaos Warriors emerged from the tunnel and reappeared in the sunlight, it seemed that Sasoril was only one step away from conquering Middenheim...

...If there was no horn sounding on the distant horizon, which was very different from the Imperial ones.

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Note 1: No typo, it's sleeping clothes. In the Age of Sigmar, there was a human tribe called the Assobern, which was the ancestor of the later Stirlings. In order to get the Assobern to join him, Sigmar spent a night with their leader, Queen Freya, who was said to have a thousand lovers. It is said, just said, that even with Sigmar's bravery, his legs were shaking when he woke up the next day... and then the Assobern joined.

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Author's words: Happy New Year's Eve!

Chapter 266 Breaking in

To the southwest of Middenheim, eight thousand coalition troops are advancing.

Two thousand Middens, one thousand Reiks, and five thousand Asrai made up this chaotic reinforcement force. The woodland cavalry and pioneer squires rode in front, using arrows and lead bullets to disperse the few enemies along the way; five hundred Reiks knights followed closely behind, their bright silver full-body plate armor gleaming in the midday sun.

An Jiyue went to pick up the Ricks in person. In order to gain the trust of Marshal Rick, Boris ignored the strong opposition of his subordinates and went with An Jiyue. The two of them, with a small number of followers, first used the root teleportation to run to the south of Midden Territory and found the Ricks who were heading north. After some communication, they continued to use the root teleportation to move the Ricks to Aaronburg.

Then, An Jiyue handed the only moonstone on hand to a wanderer and ordered him to take the moonstone to Akendorf, where a root of the Oak of Ages happened to pass by and was still alive. If they wanted to send 30,000 Anxi troops to Middenheim within ten days, there was naturally no other way except to teleport through the roots.

After continuous expansion, including the garrison at Kewang Fort, the Anxi Army now has a total of 70,000 troops. Of these, 20,000 are dedicated to defending the Pingshan defense line and cannot be easily mobilized. After deducting the troops at Kewang Fort who are dedicated to earning points, as well as the necessary defense forces at various locations in Sanhe Prefecture, the Anxi Army's mobile force is just over 30,000. This time, all of them were taken out, and Feng Xizhao, who stayed behind in Xuanshui, was fully responsible for command. According to the plan, Miss Spirit Fox will lead these 30,000 troops north to Akendorf to meet up with the Wanderer who holds the Moonstone.

You don't need to know magic to use the moonstone. As long as you master the correct method, anyone holding the moonstone can activate the root teleportation. After carefully studying the root distribution map, An Jiyue ordered Feng Xizhao to take 30,000 Anxi troops to the north of Middenheim, cut off the Chaos army's retreat, and attack the enemy from behind. It is worth mentioning that since this operation needs to pass through Dustan's territory, An Jiyue specifically told the leader of the magician in the chat group, and the leader of the magician immediately asked if he could also join in.

[Group leader #An Jiyue: This is really not okay. How can I explain the sudden appearance of a group of high elves? ]

【Dustan Falcon: ←_←Forget it.】

The reinforcements from Cathay will arrive before March 3, and most of the time is spent on assembling troops, transporting supplies, and marching. The biggest difficulty of the whole plan is not how to defeat the Chaos army under Middenheim, but the frequent use of root teleportation will easily attract the attention of the wood elves. Once the matter is exposed, the consequences will be out of control.

However, An Jiyue had no good solution. Middenheim could not afford to lose anything, and some risks had to be taken. The flying fleet was still in its infancy and did not have the ability to deliver large-scale cargo. The Grasshopper-class transport boat was actually a large-scale Y-5 in terms of positioning. The Y-20 business was not something it could undertake. That was the work of the next generation of transport ships that were planned and had not even been named yet.

The 8,000-strong coalition army gathered in Aaronburg, and Boris met with Kurt. The atmosphere between the two old men was not too bad. Marshal Rick did not have the political flexibility of Carl. Fortunately, both sides knew the importance of the matter, and after a small meeting with several top leaders, the battle plan was quickly finalized.

Kurt did not hide his distrust of An Jiyue's "Zhendan reinforcements", even though he had personally experienced the magic of root teleportation and swore in the name of Sigmar that he would not reveal the secrets of the Asrai. But in general, Marshal Rick still approved of An Jiyue's plan. After all, even if the seemingly illusory Zhendan reinforcements were gone, the emperor's reinforcements were always visible and tangible. It was just that the latter had to defeat those forest goblins first before they could come to rescue the Midden people.

As for Boris, the Elector generally agreed with An Jiyue's plan, but made some adjustments to the details: The Wolf Lord believed that simply sending reinforcements into Middenheim was too cautious, and he proposed to concentrate all the cavalry in the three armies, and take advantage of the opportunity when the enemy was focusing on the underground battlefield to break into the enemy's camp and make a big move.

An Jiyue was not very satisfied with this approach, as she hated all unnecessary risks. However, under Boris's insistence, the girl reluctantly said that she could agree to the Wolf Lord's raid plan, but there was a prerequisite, that the raid must be commanded by her. The girl's original intention was to use this to make the Imperials give up the raid plan, but unexpectedly, Boris and Kurt both agreed.

After two days and three nights of rapid march, the exhausted coalition army finally arrived at the outskirts of Middenheim. The cavalry assembled and separated from the main force under the unified command of An Jiyue, making a big circle on the solid ground with sparse vegetation towards the Chaos army camp; the infantry, under the command of Boris, rushed at full speed to the overpass in the south of Middenheim.

The cannons brought by the Ricks were mixed in with the infantry. The artillerymen in red and blue uniforms drove draft horses and marched behind the team. In front, behind, and on both sides were provincial infantrymen who were already wearing armor, holding weapons and ready to fight at any time.

Each cannon was loaded with shotgun shells in advance. This was An Jiyue's suggestion. There were half a dozen heroes under Egwene in Middenheim, half witch hunters and half shadow mages. While cleaning up the local cult, they had been paying close attention to the development of the war and reporting the latest situation at any time. Therefore, An Jiyue had already known the news that Chaos had deployed Chaos Warriors. The Middenheim defenders, who were mainly militiamen and lacked heavy firepower and spellcaster support, obviously could not prevent the enemy from breaking through the tunnel network.

Street fighting is inevitable.

Although the tactical mobility of the cavalry was much faster than that of the infantry, due to the distance, the infantry of the coalition army engaged the enemy first. When the imperial soldiers in the front row could already smell the stench of the enemy, Boris ordered a change of formation.

Middenheim's terrain is very special. The entire city is actually located on the top of a mountain. The entrance and exit are all dependent on four winding sky bridges. This is certainly a nightmare for the attackers, but if the attackers simply want to besiege, they only need a small number of troops to block these entrances and exits. This is exactly the scene presented to the coalition forces: hundreds of mortal servants with messy clothes and equipment are blocking the sky bridge in the south of Middenheim under the supervision of a dozen Chaos Warriors. Further away is the bridgehead fortress that is still controlled by the Midden people.

Boris, who knew that the control of time would determine the success or failure of the operation, invested the most elite forces from the beginning. After several rounds of musket fire, the Elector waved the Rune Fang and personally led the giant swordsmen to charge.

The Wolf Lord led the charge, inspiring the morale of his soldiers with his heroic actions. Although the mortal servants of the Chaos army were fanatical, this could not change the fact that they were just a mob. The enemy's weak resistance was quickly broken by the greatswords, and every swing of the two-handed sword could drink the blood of the fallen. When the last Chaos warrior fell in the siege, Boris rushed to the bridgehead fortress and shouted loudly: "I am Boris Todbringer, lower the drawbridge!"

The armed citizens stationed in the fortress were in an uproar when they heard this. A head with a feather on a helmet poked its head out, looked down, and then quickly retreated. The battlefield was quiet for perhaps a minute or two, and just as Boris was about to lose control of his anger and curse, the drawbridge was lowered with a "creak", "creak".

"Quick!" The Elector turned around and called out to the infantry and artillery. He could already see the harpy flying from a distance: "Line up and enter the city!"