Chapter 1285: Ice Eyes, the Dog of War

The arrival of dusk always tells one thing, that is, killing.

In the stories of the old world, the plunderers always have a look of never being satisfied, taking advantage of the dusk that symbolizes the end of light and bringing destruction to the south.

A dragon boat landed from the coast, and the knights who were ready to fight scolded the serfs and immediately started the catapults to sink the fragile wooden boats first.

This is one of the few ways to seize the initiative, and it is also a set of experience summed up by Bretonnia after being plundered by the Black Ark for a hundred years.

When the cannons originally placed on the ship were mounted behind the stone wall, the saints guided the believers of the lady to make their eyes more sharp and understand the lady's teachings in a proper way, the times have changed.

The Bretonnian grandfathers are well versed in the way of war, and they clearly understand the power of artillery. Perhaps these steel creations dominated by external forces are difficult to affect the noble Holy Grail grandfathers, but they can form a crushing killing against the serf troops.

The plunderers, experienced in anchoring the dragon boats, had forgotten their initial deployment when approaching the coast, and rushed towards the stone walls on the coast with solid wooden shields.

Khorne thirsted for blood and killing. It didn't matter who killed whom, as long as the blood flowed all over the ground, he would be satisfied.

If you kill enough, it is not difficult to be blessed on the spot and enjoy eternal power.

Waves of arrow rain and cannon fire came from the Coronni Legion. The powerful sound was like the roar of a lion. Within the range of the artillery, all things were equal.

The effect of a round of volleys was still feasible, leaving hundreds of corpses on the beach. After being tortured by the plague, Bretonnia developed the poison bow tactic. The serfs' crude archery skills might not be fatal, but the pox arrows that could affect their movements were enough to make the strong northerners drink a pot.

The charge continued. Egil Stjorn's tactics were clear. He used the marauders as cannon fodder. As long as the berserkers among the cannon fodder successfully contacted the southern cowards and disrupted the artillery fire, the elite Chaos Warriors of Skellyn would easily tear apart Bretonnia's defenses.

Defense and offense, this is a dynamic relationship, and it just so happens that Bretonnia has never been good at defense.

The knights can hold a castle for years, relying on solid stone walls, entrusting their hopes to the ladies, and defending their homes with faith as swords.

But they are better at charging than defending when fighting on the plains.

As the bodies of the Norscans got closer to the defense line, Laun's heart became more and more silent. The Lionheart of Bretonnia intended to reform the poor vassal army system, but this was obviously not in line with national conditions.

The output of a village can only support a few knights, plus a small number of attendants who can ride horses and fight in chain mail.

Even if the tax law is 10% tax, it does not mean that the nobles of Bretonnia can be as wealthy as the elves and dwarves. There is too little time and many ideas. This is the dilemma of Laun now.

In order to make up for this gap, especially when the Phoenix King's herald conveyed to all parties that a large Norscan fleet had already moved south, Laun made a decision that violated the ancestral teachings and hired a group of elite soldiers from the Southern Kingdom.

The king promised the soldiers generous rewards and asked them to come to Goronni as soon as possible to protect the lady's land with the smelly money as the foundation.

A war dog "Ice Eye" with a clear New World background was invited by Laun to come to Goronni. Although the time was short and urgent, they relied on some unreasonable magic ships and successfully arrived before the war at the high cost of the journey.

But the actual situation was somewhat different from what Laun imagined. When the leader of Ice Eye arrived in front of Laun with the sword that exuded cold air, he did not hesitate to ask a question.

"Your Majesty, you seem to be hiding something. Ice Eye has not received any news about the Phoenix Court supporting Bretonnia. Our wizard contacted Ambassador Caledo in the Empire. The Ambassador stated that the Phoenix King is now presiding over the battle in Marienburg and fighting with the Sali Tribe..."

"You are the Dogs of War, Gross." Laun repeated. Of course, he knew that Ice Eye had a clear military background in the New World.

It is very likely that it is a civilian military organization composed of a group of retired veterans from Qingyan Port, but the powerful firepower and reliable quality made him deliberately cover up some things.

"Not all the Dogs of War work for money... We have many choices. Anywhere in the Old World, any king and leader will not refuse a group of soldiers with reliable firepower and tenacious will." Gross did not care about the situation on the battlefield. He thought that this Norscan invasion to the south could practice for the upcoming Chaos Expedition, but he did not expect that the King of Bretonnia was playing word games.

The summit held in Altdorf did establish a defensive alliance against the forces of Chaos, but the summit has not yet ended, and only the consensus intention has been revealed to the outside world.

According to the military politics that Gross studied at the Qingyan Port NCO Academy, the Phoenix Court did abide by this consensus and spread the news of the Norscan invasion to all parties, but it was just compliance, not assistance.

Money has never been something that Ice Eye needs. If money is needed, this group of retired veterans can go to Dusk Fortress, the center of the world's sugar industry.

Gross nodded slightly as Lawn was already somewhat angry: "I'm sorry, it seems that we can't reach a consensus... Ice Eye will pay the penalty to Goronni as promised. I hope that in the next cooperation, Bretonnia can clarify the terms, rather than holding a desperate posture of destroying the country and morally blackmailing a group of war dogs."

The sarcastic words gradually disappeared as Gross turned his head, and his keen senses detected a sound that should not have appeared here.

The leader of Ice Eye stopped and a smile gradually appeared on the corner of his mouth: "It seems that His Majesty's power is greater than I thought... He can actually let the dragon come to the battlefield in person." (End of this chapter)