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

Mortarion stared at the exploding sea of ​​fire, a sense of relief welling up in his heart.

The Death Guard led by Typhon have now retreated to a safe area.

Otherwise, even elite warriors wearing sealed armor would be instantly turned into charcoal under the impact of rounds of fireballs.

But Mortarion was also keenly aware of the Supreme Overlord's fear. His adoptive father did not dare to face him!

at last.

As the terrain gradually flattened, Nakre's dark castle came into view.

Mortarion stood in front of the towering city gate. The dark orange poisonous mist wrapped around the towering castle like a living thing, but it hissed the moment it touched the light blue psychic light curtain.

Within the light curtain is an absolutely pure area, and Wop rejected the sticking request from the poisonous fog.

"Nackre, come out and face me!"

Mortarion roared the name of the Supreme Overlord in a hoarse voice, and the excited roar resounded through the peaks.

On the city wall, the overlord in a black robe timidly leaned his head downwards.

Mortarion's anticipation for revenge turned into a bone-chilling coldness the moment he saw the other party clearly. This was definitely not Nakre!

"Nakelei is dead, don't come here again! I won't come down the mountain, please give me a way to live!"

Chapter 135 Mortarion: Amminos!

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Chapter 136: The Value of United Front Work (5K)

The defeated Khitan army had no morale at all. Without the protection of the military formation, the army of more than 100,000 was nothing but lambs to be slaughtered in front of the grassland cavalry.

But even at this point, the cavalry would not directly charge the infantry.

The action of forces is mutual, which is the most basic law of physics.

When a one-ton warhorse collides with a human body at a speed of dozens of kilometers per hour, not only the enemy's flesh and internal organs will be splashed, but the tibia of the cavalry's mount is also likely to be broken, causing a series of unnecessary risks.

Once a warhorse breaks a leg on the battlefield, death is often the only thing that awaits it.

The grassland people continued to use their cavalry and archery tactics, constantly harassing and interspersed harvesting to eliminate the Khitans, and the efficiency of the massacre was far greater than the past seven days.

"I surrender, I surrender, don't kill me."

Even if the Khitan soldiers threw away their armor and weapons, they could not run faster than the cavalry.

Their wails echoed across the grassland. From time to time, someone would kneel down in the mud, their blood-stained hands trembling as they raised them above their heads, crying for mercy in hoarse voices.

However, the grassland riders had no mercy in their hearts, and their cold faces did not waver in the slightest.

Because the order from the Khan was to leave no one alive.

"Ya!"

The Palatine army was completely defeated, with only 500 elite armored knights left, who still vowed to protect Emperor Sogo and a group of princes and nobles to the death, and retreated hastily towards Urav Mountain.

Chagatai Khan personally led 5,000 grassland cavalry in hot pursuit. Although the troop strength ratio was as high as ten to one, which held an absolute advantage, the Khan never ordered a head-on confrontation with this heavy cavalry.

Even if victory is within reach, a rash attack on these heavily armed knights would still result in unnecessary casualties.

The grassland cavalry is still making full use of their talents in horse riding and archery, patiently consuming the enemy's physical strength and will like a pack of wolves hunting, waiting for the best opportunity to deliver a fatal blow.

The Paladin armored knights suffered terribly under the dense rain of arrows.

These knights were equipped with heavy armor, and although it could deflect most arrows, it still had flaws, such as the horses' limbs and eyes were exposed, and arrows would occasionally pierce their armor.

Knights kept falling to the ground because they or their mounts were hit by arrows. The heavy armor became a death warrant, nailing the fallen knights firmly to the mud.

Although the efficiency of reducing personnel was extremely low, the blow to morale was huge.

These proud Khitan knights gritted their teeth, eager to confront the enemy head-on.

But their war horses were carrying hundreds of pounds of men and armor, and their speed was less than one-third of the grassland light cavalry.

Whenever they tried to charge, the enemy would retreat like a tide after a hail of arrows.

Even if they occasionally approached the enemy, the grassland riders would suddenly disperse, like a pack of wolves playing with a trapped beast, shooting tricky arrows from all directions.

The steppe cavalry has higher mobility and the strategic initiative is always firmly in their hands.

To make matters worse, the warhorse's strength was rapidly depleting.

These war horses carrying hundreds of pounds of weight were not suitable for long-distance raids. At this moment, the knights were only concerned with escaping and did not care about the horses' experience at all.

The armored knights were in a dilemma.

If they took off their armor, the lightly armed cavalry would be killed instantly by the overwhelming rain of arrows from the grassland people.

Carrying such heavy loads, these exhausted war horses will eventually fall to the ground.

They had to stop to rest frequently and form a circular defensive circle with their heavily armored horses to resist the rain of arrows.

Although this tactic could reduce the burden on the war horses, it was just a nearly desperate struggle, making the already slow marching speed even worse.

"Archduke Charles, can you teach me how to crack it?" The pale-faced Sogo still held on to the last glimmer of hope.

Duke Charles slowly shook his head: "Your Majesty, surrender."

When the Palatine army was routed, Charles knew it was over.

There was no way Sogo could escape back to the Palatine Empire; this would not be a retreat at all, but a death march doomed to fail.

They were still able to struggle because the grassland people were reluctant to sacrifice and unwilling to pay a higher price on them.

But it is still ten days' journey from here to the Palatine Empire. According to the efficiency of the armored knights' stop-and-go escape, it will take at least three days.

But they had no baggage, and armored knights were still knights and considered half-nobles.

Unlike the grassland people, they do not carry dry food themselves; this is all taken care of by their attendants.

Few people would bring servants with them when they fled, and even if someone did, the servants without armor would have died under the rain of arrows.

Now they have nothing, whether it is food for people and horses or drinking water.

In less than three days, they will be dizzy and hungry after one day. I'm afraid they won't even be able to withstand this armor. How can they fight against the grassland people?

Besides, the steppe people must have an ambush in Urav Mountain, otherwise how could their supply line be cut off?

The supply line is not only guarded by farmers, but also by thousands of soldiers.

Able to plunder supply lines, Uravshan has at least several thousand cavalry.

Even if these enemies escape to Ulav Mountain, they will be trapped on both sides by the grassland people. Where else can they run?

The grassland people did not kill Sogo, but waited to capture him.

Not only him, other princes and nobles are also eligible to be captured.

Whether the grassland people want to exchange them for ransom or persuade them to surrender, the grassland people have the final say.

If we surrender now, perhaps we can still retain some dignity.

A roar erupted from beneath Sogo's golden visor. "I am the supreme emperor of the Palatine Empire! How dare you ask me to surrender to those bloodthirsty barbarians?"

Duke Charles kept silent; he was used to it.

The emperor would ask him every time, and he would give advice every time, but the emperor would never listen.

He tried his best.

Duke Charles took advantage of the chaos and quietly gathered a dozen knights to the perimeter of the army. He lowered his voice very low, "You will be the last to fall behind during the march. Do you understand?"

The knights' eyes were stern and they exchanged knowing glances with each other.

Knighthood is not hereditary, and they are all knights appointed by Duke Charles himself. The duke's coat of arms is engraved on the fiefdom contract, and the fiefdom was also given by the duke, so naturally they have to obey the duke.

You must know that my lord’s lord is not my lord.

As for the king, whose son is he to kill or not?

Under another round of arrow rain, the armored knights struggled to get on their horses and fled in panic towards the snow-capped mountains in the distance.

Duke Charles's horse seemed to have suddenly become lame, and from its initial position of being on par with the king, it gradually fell to the end of the team.

Sogo, who was wearing a golden mask, was completely unaware. He whipped the warhorse under his crotch frantically, wishing that the beast could grow wings.

Behind him, Duke Charles had quietly reunited with a dozen trusted knights.

"Sir, where are we going next?" A knight lowered his voice, fine beads of sweat seeping out from the gaps in his visor. The long journey was a huge test for everyone.

"We surrender." Duke Charles pulled the reins and stood still.

The knights looked at each other, their horses pacing restlessly.

When hundreds of Qiexue surrounded the remaining knight squad like a tide, they were not met with a rain of arrows this time. Instead, two riders on white horses stood out from the crowd.

As the distance got closer, Duke Charles' pupils suddenly contracted, because one of them was actually a giant who was four meters tall!

His eyes were golden and seemed to burn with flames.

The warhorse under his crotch is truly a divine horse!

The other person is indeed a mortal, but how could he be a mortal when he can walk side by side with such a giant?

Duke Charles said in a hoarse voice: "I am Duke Charles, I want to see your Khan!"

The giant spoke slowly: "I am Chagatai Khan, Lord of the Steppes, the Khan of Heaven."

"Your Majesty, Heavenly Khan." Chagatai Khan dismounted and raised his sword overhead. "Please allow me to pay my respects and surrender."

Chagatai Khan grabbed his sword and asked, "Duke Charles, how many dukes are there in the Palatine Empire?"

Duke Charles slowly straightened his back, "Only three."

One thing is for sure, he can surrender, but the honor of the Charles family cannot be desecrated.

Among the three dukes of the Palatine Empire, Duke Charles had the closest relationship with the royal family, was the most trusted by the royal family, and had the largest fiefdom. He was confident that he could give a ransom that would satisfy Chagatai Khan.

Chagatai Khan: "Can you surrender your principality as well?"

Duke Charles immediately realized that something was wrong. Shouldn't they be demanding a ransom from his family? What did it mean to ask his duchy to surrender?

Duke Charles suddenly raised his head and asked, "You want to conquer the Palatine Empire?"

"It is Chogorius. This world will have only one country, one government, and one ruler. Will your dukedom obey you?"

Duke Charles said with difficulty, "I can try."

Chagatai Khan's ambition was completely beyond his expectations, but he was now under someone else's roof and had to bow his head.

Chagatai Khan: "You have one chance."

Duke Charles asked cautiously, "Khan, what will happen if I fail to persuade you to surrender?"

"Massacre the city and destroy the country."

Chagatai Khan's voice was not loud, but it made Duke Charles feel like he was falling into an ice cave.

Chagatai Khan had no time to slowly complete the unification. He was used to efficient conquest, and massacre was the most efficient way.

He wanted to make his enemies understand that when facing the grassland cavalry, they only had two choices - either surrender and die with all their men, or resist stubbornly and kill everyone.

Chagatai Khan originally did not leave any survivors, but Duke Charles was an exception.

Because he is a duke and is very aware of current affairs, he has high value in united front work.

If he could get Duke Charles to surrender, it would save a lot of trouble.

……

"Archduke Charles, where is Archduke Charles?"

Sogo reined in his horse and looked around, his breathing heavy as that of a trapped beast beneath his golden visor.

He tried to find a familiar face in the crowd, but Duke Charles had disappeared without a trace.

One nobleman's voice was filled with undisguised annoyance: "Your Majesty, Archduke Charles has fallen behind and been captured!"

Why hadn't he thought of staying and being captured?

"Falling behind?"

Sogo immediately realized that something was wrong. Archduke Charles was still strong and had never been seen falling behind before. How could he suddenly fall behind?