Warhammer, I'm a nanny, not your father!

"Five."

“Yesugei!”

A low call made Yesugei stand up. In the light of the campfire, he saw that the person coming was Qin Xia, the leader of the Khan's Qiexue.

Qin Xia's voice was low and clear: "The Khan summons you to the royal tent to discuss matters."

"I?"

Yesugei's finger unconsciously pointed at his face, and a trace of disbelief and surprise flashed in his golden eyes.

Tamu, who was standing aside, looked up suddenly upon hearing this, with envy in his eyes burning like wildfire.

Tamu's eyes immediately became full of envy and jealousy. But Tamu didn't feel much jealousy in his heart, because Yesugei's talent was beyond his reach.

Yesugei followed Qin Xia into the royal tent in a trance, and the hot air that hit his face was mixed with the aroma of ghee.

The tent was brightly lit, with dozens of tribal leaders standing on both sides, their jewel-encrusted swords gleaming coldly in the firelight.

But at this moment, all the tribal leaders spontaneously saluted the giant by touching their chests.

Because he is the Heavenly Khan.

Yesugei's gaze suddenly froze in the crowd, and he saw his former Khan, the man he once called father.

The moment their eyes met, the flow of time seemed to become sticky.

The corners of my father's eyes twitched slightly, and a trace of trance flashed across his pupils, followed by an irrepressible surprise that finally turned into a pool of calm lake water.

Khan was the first to look away, his fingers unconsciously stroking the old scabbard at his waist, which was given to him by Yesugei as a birthday gift.

Yesugei lowered his head, allowing silence to build an invisible barrier between father and son.

He is now the Khan of Heaven, and so is his father. The blood bond comes second to loyalty to the Khan of Heaven.

But where is the teacher?

Yesugei's eyes unconsciously searched for the familiar figure, the mortal who always stood beside the Heavenly Khan, but the empty seat next to the throne made his heart tighten, and there was no trace of him even in the crowd.

Chagatai Khan slowly stood up, his hawk-like gaze sweeping over every leader in the tent. "The Khitan Emperor has assembled an army of 200,000 and is marching towards our grasslands."

"This Khan wishes to gather warriors from all tribes and meet the enemy with 30,000 cavalrymen. We must make it clear to the Khitans that the people of the steppes will never again become the playthings of the Paladin!"

The tent suddenly fell into a solemn silence, with only the crackling sound of the tallow lamp wick exploding.

The breathing of the leaders of each tribe became heavy. They exchanged glances and pounded their left chests with their fists.

"I am willing to die for the Khan of Heaven!"

Although 30,000 versus 200,000 seems to be a big disadvantage.

But if they could really make the arrogant Khitans pay the price for their generations of atrocities in plundering the grassland people, they would be willing to fight bloody battles and die on the battlefield!

……

"Chagatai Khan is already studying Paladin's opponents."

Wop's voice mixed with the rustling of wheat waves caused the old farmer Barbarus, who was harvesting wheat in the field, to pause slightly.

Mortarion gripped his sickle tightly, his eyes narrowed into two sharp slits, his gaze piercing through the golden wheat fields towards the vague mountain shadows in the north.

"The rebels will launch a general offensive to the north after the autumn harvest!"

This was not a sudden idea, nor did he intend to compete with his brothers. This was an established strategic deployment.

Just as the Chogors cannot lose their grasslands, the Barbars cannot lose their wheat fields.

The Death Guard's attack must be launched after the autumn harvest. When the last golden wheat wave falls, the last bundle of straw is loaded onto the cart, and the last grain of wheat is stored in the warehouse, they will launch a general attack on the north.

Mortarion will never delay the war until next year. There are still millions of Barbarus waiting for him. Even if they have long been numb under oppression, Mortarion will not give up on them. Everyone has a chance.

But if they remain numb, they will only have one chance, and the Death Guard's protection and mercy will not be given to them.

In the past few months, he has led the Death Guard in several exploratory offensives into the north, and his scythe has reaped the lives of seventeen overlords in succession.

However, what is puzzling is that the Supreme Overlord remains silent.

He neither took advantage of the chaos to launch a sneak attack nor rushed to support his allies, and always remained on the top of the dangerous peak shrouded in poisonous fog.

Mortarion was puzzled. He was waiting for the autumn harvest, but what was Nakre waiting for?

Waiting to die?

"Skolvar! Call me daddy!"

Typhon stood in front of a wheat field that had been harvested, his hands on his hips and he laughed loudly. The golden stubble formed a throne of victory under his feet.

Not far away, Scolval's face flushed crimson, then turned blue with shame and anger. He clenched his fists and yelled at Typhon, "You bastard must have cheated with psychic powers!"

The remaining tenth of the wheat rustled in his unharvested fields, as if mocking his backwardness.

Typhon let out a sarcastic sneer. "Oh, I said no, so I don't need it. I'm not such a rude person! If you don't believe me, ask Kvir!"

Anyway, asking Mortarion for harvesting tips in advance doesn't count as cheating.

Kvir, who was loading wheat sheaves onto a wagon on the ridge of a field, looked back. "I can attest that he didn't cheat. You must accept the bet, Scolval. Didn't Kargath call you?"

"I'll testify too." Debbie raised her hand. "Brother Typhon really didn't cheat."

Typhon raised an eyebrow, "Are you trying to deny it?"

Flames of shame and anger flashed in Scolval's eyes. He slammed his sickle to the ground, splashing a cloud of dust mixed with wheat stubble, and rushed towards Typhon like an angry bull.

Skorval's nose was almost touching Typhon's face, and the veins on his neck throbbed violently as he roared, "Scream if you want! Daddy!"

"Thank you."

Typhon was caught off guard and had his face splashed with spit. He frowned in disgust and took two steps back. He reached out to take the handkerchief handed to him by Kvir, and wiped his face twice while thanking her.

"Why are you yelling so loudly? You unfilial son, you dare to challenge your father, right?"

Scolval gnashed his teeth, "Damn you! Typhon! If a villain succeeds, just wait and see!"

Mortarion turned silently and walked towards another wheat field. The sickle in his hand drew a cold arc, and the golden stalks fell neatly in front of him.

He really couldn't stand the Death Guard. How could his warriors, who were feared by the Overlord, become like this?

It's all Typhon's fault!

Wop on the ridge of the field also looked confused. The Death Guard no longer stinks, but what should he do about his bad mouth?

If you really want to trace it back, he is to blame.

But he really just wanted Typhon to scold Nurgle. Who told you to be so foul-mouthed?

Wop thought that he didn't scold people often, he mainly focused on encouragement and education.

Who did Typhon learn this from? Did scolding his loving father turn on some strange switch?

So is this a good thing or a bad thing?

Wop's mind flashed to the image of the Death Guard charging into battle: they could maintain their dignity in long-range firefights, but if they got into a close fight, those foul-mouthed warriors would probably curse the other party's ancestors while hacking them.

But verbal attacks are still attacks, and perhaps they can actually be very effective.

However, if this gets out, it will ruin the reputation of Wop and Mortarion!

Mortarion, don't you take care of your son, your reserve son?

Wop was very conflicted. He wanted to take care of it, but Mortarion didn't care. So should he take care of it or not?

Chapter 133 Khan, take us to charge again (5K)

"You are my unrivaled army. My Paladin army is invincible!"

Ctugu Sogo was clad in golden armor, his horse adorned with a necklace adorned with jewels. He held high his ruby-encrusted sword and said, "Today, I personally lead the mighty army and swear to raze the skies to the ground!"

The flags of the Palatine Empire fluttered in the north wind, his roar echoed over the army, and the blue eyes under the golden mask burned with the flames of revenge.

The nobles followed the emperor on horseback, their heads held high and their gilded armor shone brightly in the sunlight against the emperor's golden battle armor, but the swords hanging around their waists had not been unsheathed for many years.

The iron hooves of the Palatine army rolled across the border like thunder, and the gilded flags fluttered in the north wind. On the surface, it seemed to be an unstoppable army of divine power.

However, in the army, there were still several gray-haired nobles who were worried.

The Palatine Empire's rule over Chogoris has lasted for centuries, and the long years of peace have long dulled the empire's war edge.

Even the now furious Emperor Sogod's military experience was limited to the few symbolic royal hunts before he ascended the throne.

Those carefully planned hunting activities were more like hunting games for the nobles to show off their horse riding and archery skills than actual combat exercises.

The Palatine Empire's expedition was too hasty, and the food, fodder and logistical supplies were almost zero.

But in order to avenge the crown prince and respond to the provocation of the grassland people, Sogo was determined to lead the army in person, treating this war as a grand hunt.

The old nobles were worried, but they kept silent and no one dared to make any suggestions.

Because the lesson of Earl Wilson is still before their eyes, they are old and don't want to see their younger brother die.

On the top of Mount Ulav, scouts from various grassland tribes had already sensed signs of an approaching army.

The smoke signals they lit formed a winding beacon wall across the vast sky, indicating the direction of the Khitan attack to the tribal army waiting in battle array at the foot of the mountain.

Wop: "How are you going to fight?"

"Luring the enemy deeper."

Chagatai Khan raised his scimitar to the sky and said, "Qexue troops, follow me and charge. The rest of you, stay here and wait! With the blessing of the Eternal Heaven, we will definitely take the enemy chief's head in this battle!"

"Blessings from the Eternal Heaven! The Heavenly Khan will surely win!"

The leaders of each tribe roared in unison, and the scimitars in their hands flashed with cold light.

Chagatai Khan's Qiexue had only a thousand men, but they were all first-class warriors from their respective tribes. Even when faced with the overwhelming force of the Paladins, numbering 200,000, they showed no fear.

Although this war was caused by Sogo's willful behavior, the well-trained Paladin army still showed amazing organization.

On each wing were deployed ten thousand elite knights, their armor of gold and silver gleaming like scales in the sun;

In the central army formation, 30,000 shield-bearing heavy infantry formed an iron wall, 50,000 musketeers were on full alert in the gaps between the phalanxes, and the remaining 100,000 light infantry maintained a flexible and mobile formation, advancing forward with overwhelming force.

When the Qiexue army rushed out from Urav Mountain like a hurricane, the Palatine army showed amazing adaptability.

The central infantry phalanx instantly switched from marching to defending, spears rising like a forest and heavy shields crashing to the ground;

The cavalry on both wings also responded immediately, each sending out a team of 2,000 elite cavalrymen, like two unsheathed swords pointing directly at the invading enemy.

However, just when the cavalry of both sides were about to fight.

Chagatai Khan suddenly pulled the reins, and the entire Qiexue army, led by him, turned into the shadow of the mountains in an instant, leaving only the Palatine cavalry waving their weapons in vain in the snow, cursing the cowardice of the grassland people.

"Khan!" A young Qiexue's face flushed red. "Lead us to charge again!"

The veins on the back of his hand bulged as he clenched the scimitar, and his warhorse stamped its hooves anxiously in place.

They retreated before even fighting. This is so frustrating!

Chagatai Khan slowly turned his head, and his hawk-like gaze cut across the young Qiexue's face like a knife.

The air froze instantly, and Qiexue, who was just full of passion, felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave. His Adam's apple rolled with difficulty, and he swallowed back the rest of his words.

Wop: "A thousand light cavalry facing four thousand heavily armored cavalry head-on. Even with Chagatai Khan, you will pay a heavy price."

The young Qiexue gripped the hilts of their swords tightly, their throats filled with bold words that they were not afraid of death, but the cold gaze of Chagatai Khan made them feel as if they were falling into an ice cave, and they trembled and dared not say a word.

If Chagatai Khan charged into the battle alone, he could easily defeat this army of 200,000 people by himself.

Although the Paladin army had heavy armor and muskets, these things could not pose any threat to the Primarch at all, nor could they even create any obstacles.

The Primarch's physical strength would not tire him even if he fought for days and nights in a row. He would only complain that his sword was not sharp enough or that there were not enough Paladins.

But he was still dragging along 30,000 burdens and had to temporarily avoid the attack of the Palatine army.

If Wop were to judge, the steppe tribes of Chogoris could not be considered nomads at all.

Because they are good at civil wars but not at foreign wars.

The Palatine Empire's heavy armored legions had never engaged in direct combat with the steppe tribes, and the steppe tribes knew nothing about this massive army.

Before the rise of Chagatai Khan, the tribes of the grassland were nothing but lambs to be slaughtered by the hunting teams of the Palatine nobles.

Even now, under the leadership of the Khan, they have wiped out several hunting teams in succession, but each victory was achieved by crushing the enemy with absolute numbers.

But facing the 200,000-strong army assembled by the Palatine Empire, they had to fight against the enemy with a small force, and charging recklessly was like walking into a tiger's mouth.

"If it happens again, you know the consequences." Chagatai Khan's tone was terrifyingly calm.