Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 355 Beach Landing Battle

The landing ship rushed to the pier facing the firepower. The black technology magic from the Flame Tower, no one knows why these warships sprinted hundreds of meters in a blink of an eye, and sent most of their hulls to the beach at the pier.

But this does not affect what will happen next. The Norsca chieftain riding the Cold One has already let his bloodthirsty mount attack those Mrs. Kisly who jumped off the beach from the landing ship, and what follows is Roaring Norse Marauders.

Even in the new world, they still believe in the dark gods, and only by fighting can they win the favor of the gods.

As a non-commissioned officer, Laskoll was the first to jump off. He could feel the bloodthirsty of those Norscans. A beach in the middle of the New World.

He raised the shield in his left hand to block two javelins thrown from the enemy army. The shield made of fine steel wrapped in oak has an excellent defensive effect. power.

The hand crossbow with the loaded crossbow was raised up, aiming at the Norsca chief who was charging while riding the cold one.The sergeant could see every detail of the chief's body, the unknown scale armor, the armor-piercing stick made of obsidian, and the messy beard on his face.

On the roaring battlefield, he aimed at the chieftain's eyes on the beach. The crossbow arrows that ordinary people need to use with both hands can be controlled with only one arm in the hands of the tall Kislev man.

The arm-length crossbow shot out from the string, cutting through a distance of [-] meters, ignoring the flames blocking his vision, and accurately hitting the chief's eye, splashing a flower of blood on his face.

The Predator Chief who was accurately hit by the crossbow bolt let out a muffled grunt. The fine steel arrow pierced through the fragile eyeball, and then pierced the skull, and the crossbow bolt went straight into the skull.

The chief was dead, and after he fell from the steel saddle, the first thing his beloved Cold One did was to eat up the warm-blooded animal that had tortured him for a long time, instead of continuing to attack Mrs. Kisley attack.

Hundreds of Kislev soldiers landed on the beach one after another from the deck. Those who moved faster were already standing beside the non-commissioned officer, setting up their shields to resist the enemy's long-range fire attack, and bought some time for the comrades behind them to stabilize their formation.

After stopping the enemy's first wave of long-range firepower projection, the Kislev soldiers immediately raised their heads and raised their crossbows to attack the Norscans a hundred meters away.

Crossbow bolts were shot from the hands of the Kislev mercenaries. Perhaps others did not have Laskol's terrifying precision, but facing those Norsca who charged irrationally, no matter whether they were shooting at the brain or at the Chest shooting, can achieve good results.

The rebounding sound of crossbow arrows fired from the bowstring and the roar of the Norscans charging head-on were mixed on the beach. Even if they were suddenly attacked by a giant dragon, a large number of Norscans managed to reach the beach and were ready to push back.

A row of unprotected Norscan marauders collapsed immediately after being concentrated fire, and the comrades behind immediately stepped on their corpses and continued to charge. The raised round shield resisted one or even several crossbow attacks, even if some crossbow bolts broke through the defense layer, stabbing their bodies, but the strong northerner was able to ignore this influence, still rushing forward full of rage.

The thick smoke blown by the wind covered the body of the Norse Marauder, and with the heart-piercing roar, it was like an evil spirit attacking the intruder.

The Kislev soldiers loaded their crossbows calmly, intending to weaken the enemy's strength as much as possible before approaching them. This kind of offensive is just a game for veterans who have participated in the great holy war.

And this window of time allowed the Norscans to gradually narrow the distance between the Kislev mercenaries. After all, the upper limit of the hand crossbow can only limit the movement or cause death after a precise hit. This distance is only enough for Kislev mercenaries. Army fires two rounds.

But if you change to a ballista, it will become another concept.

Large battleships farther from the port also gradually arrived. Although this attack was only a vanguard, a lot of troops were still invested, including giant dragons, dragon princes, mages, Vaal priests, and regular troops.

Even though the shipboard ballista was separated by thousands of meters, it could still hit the enemy accurately. One after another, the terrifying giant ballista hit the beach at an extremely fast speed, and yellow sand, minced meat, internal organs and armor were mixed together , forming large pits of different depths on the beach, which also allowed blood to seep into them.

A multi-level tactical attack, after the Dragon Fleet took the lead in breaking through the difficulties, the landing ship occupied the beach position, the ship-borne ballista provided fire support and suppression, and finally the cavalry ended it.

With absolute tactical and military advantages, there is no need to use more brains to play tricks.

A round of firepower projection from the shipborne ballista achieved good results, reducing the number of enemies in front of the landing team sharply and making the second round of ballista shooting more calm.

However, there are five landing points on the beach, and the pressure on Lasker is the greatest, because this place is an area similar to a strait, which makes the operator of the shipborne ballista not have a good field of vision, causing many arrows to be shot, and the target has already been captured. The landing party shot dead.

But fortunately, there is the support of the flame mages. Although the sergeant feels that these flame mages are more arrogant than the dragon prince, they can't care so much at the moment. After all, it is the most reliable to be able to fight.

A series of fireballs appeared from the landing ship, trailing flames like meteors and smashed into the Norsca army. The simple armor melted into molten iron and flowed on the Norsca predators. While enduring endless pain, they also let life Gradually die down.

Fire rain, vortex, fireball barrage, all kinds of attack methods are overwhelming, but the purpose of all these is just how to kill the enemy more effectively.

The leader, the Norscan Champion Marauder, took command after the chieftain's death.And the so-called command right is nothing more than roaring and charging forward.He dodged the crossbow bolts of Kislev's mercenaries, the shipboard ballista of the fire battleship, and the spells of the flame mage, and finally let the enemy come within attack range.

The rusty blood-stained warhammer slammed into the shield with the sword-holding fire dragon emblem in the sudden charge of the body. This man wearing a horse-haired helmet must be the commander. As long as he is killed, he will be seriously injured. Destroy the morale of the enemy.

The warhammer hit the shield, making a violent metal collision sound, breaking the two javelins on it, creating a sunken gap, and letting Raskol's feet sink into the soft sand a little bit.

The sergeant gritted his teeth and used his left hand to resist the huge force from the shield. While feeling that the shield was reliable, he also stretched his right hand to his waist and pulled out the saber.

After the first strike was unsuccessful, the Marauder Champion immediately planned to try again. The head of the sword-holding fire dragon had been smashed, and it only took one strike to smash the shield.

But when the hammer was swung down, the shield moved, hitting his arm, pushing him a little distance away, making his body stiff, and a sword pierced through his waist.

The sturdy scales did not block the attack of the saber, and the sharp tip pierced the black iron sheet, cutting through the skin with tattoos without hindrance, and piercing into the body.

The saber slashed inside, cutting from the left waist and abdomen toward the navel, and a large group of wriggling internal organs slipped from the Norscan's body, covering the ground with yellow sand.

The Predator Champion wanted to let the sergeant be buried with him, so he gritted his teeth and swung a final blow with his warhammer, aiming at the sergeant's chest behind the shield.

But another sword had already swung from Mazov's hand, the sharp steel blade slashing at the Norscan's unprotected elbow, slicing it in half.

The warhammer fell to the ground, and together with his right hand, Lasker pulled out the saber from the Norscan's abdomen, and stabbed it at the neck, and a head still glaring at his feet appeared at his feet.

The sergeant didn't care about the result, and he might have been complacent about killing a Norsca chieftain and a predator champion warrior in the past, but after learning about the exaggerated achievements of those dragon princes, he didn't have such thoughts either.

Raskol yelled loudly, motivating his comrades around him,

"Tighten the front! Close combat!"

"For Erson!"

I don't know why, Lasker only had this encouraging word in his mind, and gradually lost his thoughts about the war cry for the Tsar.

"For Erson!"

The battle cries echoed among the Kislev mercenaries, and the hand crossbows were replaced with swords, and they attacked the Norscans in front one by one.

The sound of blood gushing from the neck being cut, the wailing of the broken arm, and the echo of the body of the dead soldier sinking into the beach, all of these are just a place for hundreds of years of racial hatred to be resolved.

The two sides started a bloody battle, and the Kislev mercenaries relied on their uncompromising physical strength, as well as their training and sophisticated equipment during this period, to tilt the battle towards their own side, and the rows of Norscan barbarian corpses became proof Merit value of force.

On the deck of the battleship gathered at the Horn of the Sun, Masno looked at the backs of Lasker's group of people, and said to Bruni beside him,

"I can't see that you care about these Mrs. Kisley, and you are willing to go to Val's Anvil yourself."

The champion warrior could see clearly that Rasker's sword was an imitation of the Vaal Church's Saber of Light at that time. Although one of the relatively successful Eye of the Storm was given to Eltharion by the prince, it still had some flaws. Items are placed in storage.

I didn't expect that Bruni would give it to Laskoll. You must know that he was very resistant to becoming a mercenary instructor before.

Bruni, who was questioned by his comrades, just stood by with his arms crossed, silently watching the back of the non-commissioned officer fighting. This soldier named Raskol gave him a little surprise. Command guidelines.

More importantly, he has a heart to climb up, instead of just thinking about spending eight years of his life like others, and then returning to the motherland to buy a farm and become an owner.

"It's just barbarians. If there are too many casualties, it will be a waste of the court's gold leaf coins."

Bruni didn't want to say more, turned around and walked towards the inside of the battleship, ready to lead the cavalry to finish the finishing work.

And Masnow looked at the expression of his old comrade-in-arms, and couldn't help shaking his head secretly. Even Val Anvil was willing to go there himself, and said that he was just a barbarian. He can only be said to be worthy of the Dragon Prince, and everyone has the same stubborn appearance.

He didn't say any more, grabbed the claw of the giant dragon partner, and flew towards the dragon boat.

As a champion warrior, since the prince chooses to charge into battle, he has to leave one person in the fleet. This raid probably has nothing to do with him.

(End of this chapter)