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"Please listen to me, brave warriors of Reikland, please listen to me!"

A loud voice came from the forest not far away.

After hearing this voice, Windlow instantly felt that he was ready to fight and was full of morale!

"The Sky Mage's prophecy has come true. The Norse bastards have landed in Nordland!"

"We have traveled a long way from Reikland to Nordland, but when we think about the fact that our enemies in this battle are the damned Norscans, we are willing to go any further."

"Before this, I refused to use the legendary hammer Ghalmaraz stored in the Cathedral of Sigmar because I was not yet the Emperor of the Empire."

"I am the Elector of Reikland. In order to drive the Norscans back to the sea, I will use the Reikland Rune Sword, the Dragon Fang Sword, and the blood of the enemies to pave our way!"

"People of the Empire! Are you willing to follow me? Remember, when the Norsemen arrive, do not be careless. They will fight desperately according to the requirements of the Dark Gods, and will also be blessed by the Dark Gods."

"We must be fully prepared, don't underestimate the enemy, and always remember that Sigma will always protect us."

"Use Sigmar's will to drive the Norscans back into the sea and defend this sacred sea for the Empire!"

As the pre-war speech was finished, the imperial army slowly emerged from the forest under the leadership of Karl Franz, Elector of Reikland.

Because of what was said just now, plus the appearance of Carl himself, even Windlow felt his morale boosted, and he was ready to go up and fight the Norsemen to the death.

The imperial troops slowly appeared in the forest. Carl himself led two teams of halberdiers, three teams of shield-bearing spearmen, six teams of shield-bearing swordsmen, three teams of crossbowmen, one team of musketeers, one team of Rick's Guards, two teams of pistol cavalry, and four mortars to the edge of the forest.

They are all fully armed and fully staffed combat teams.

Each imperial melee infantry team consists of 60 men, each ranged infantry team consists of men, and each cavalry team consists of men.

But this number of people seemed a little insufficient when facing three Norscan fleets.

However, the Empire has a combat advantage in this regard.

The Imperial Army had long known about the Norse invasion based on the prophecy of the Sky Mage, and had been preparing here for a long time, waiting for the opportunity with plenty of energy.

The Norsemen had just come down from their longships, panting and not yet fully assembled.

The pistol cavalry, all of whom were second sons of nobles, realized that it was time for them to play a role, and rode forward.

Wearing half-body armor, they were very fast. In the blink of an eye, they had arrived at the coastline on horseback and took out their pistols.

At the captain's command, all the pistol riders fired at the same time, beating the Norse raider who was about to pick up his throwing axe and mount his horse into a bloody mess.

Just one round of shooting reduced the number of sixty-man Marauder Axe Riders by half.

But the other raiders had no need to prepare at all. The bloodthirsty and warlike raiders did not even need time to put on armor. They rushed towards the imperial legions with bare chests and axes in hand.

The Imperial Infantry Corps also took action immediately, picked up their weapons, and charged forward while shouting Sigmar's name.

The two sides began to charge when they were still fifty meters away from each other, and the shouts of killing were heard across the entire empty beach.

A moment later, weapons collided, flesh was pierced, armor was deflected, and blood gushed out.

At the back of the queue, the Imperial crossbowmen had already loaded their crossbows. The sharp crossbow arrows flew over the heads of the Imperial Infantry Corps and pierced deeply into the flesh of the Norse raiders.

But these Norse barbarians have lived in the cold north since birth, and what they fear least is the damage from ammunition and arrows.

Even a Norse raider can still fight with an axe after being pierced by four arrows.

Just as he was about to pray loudly for the blessings of the dark gods, several spears stabbed at him from the front and pierced him through.

Then the spear was pulled back, and the Norse raider, whose internal organs were completely pierced, fell in a pool of his own blood, using his body to shield his teammates behind him.

"Heavy weapons predator!"

The experienced veterans of the Imperial Infantry Corps had already seen the group of tall and strong guys in front of them.

He was about two meters tall, with muscles all over his body. He held a two-handed axe taller than the imperial soldier, and then chopped down fiercely.

In front of him, the imperial half-armor was as if made of paper, and in an instant an imperial soldier was split in half like a piece of wood.

Just as he was about to continue swinging the two-handed axe in his hands, a sound of breaking air came from above his head.

A hollow mortar shell landed accurately in the middle of the Norse lines, followed by a violent explosion.

The shells contained fragments carefully prepared by the imperial artillerymen.

As the shells exploded, the huge shock wave directly knocked the heavy weapon plunderer holding a giant axe to the ground, and his back was full of various shell fragments.

On the eastern side of the battle line, the pistol cavalry were already using their swift mobility and the long-range attack capabilities of their flintlock pistols to divide the battlefield.

This made it impossible for the Norsemen to concentrate in one place and advance to attack.

In the Imperial Army, Karl Franz, Elector of Reikland, was fighting alongside his soldiers.

He raised the Dragon Tooth Sword high in his hand. This rune sword that represented the authority of the Elector suddenly burst into a dazzling light that could be seen by the surrounding imperial soldiers.

In an instant, the morale of the imperial soldiers was boosted, and they became more adept at wielding their weapons.

Of course, the clan leaders among the Norscans also saw the light that could only be emitted by the Elector's Rune Sword.

He rushed forward with the huge axe and round shield in his hands.

The Norsemen knew the Empire too well. They only needed to kill the Empire's main general to cause the demoralized and cowardly Imperial infantry to collapse.

Then they continued to fight with the Empire. The more they fought, the stronger the Norscans became, and the weaker the Imperial infantry became. It was easy for them to throw away their weapons and start fleeing.

Taking two steps at a time, the chief of the Norse raiders had already charged to Karl Franz.

This good-for-nothing Elector of the Empire is just like that and will surely become another soul killed by his axe.

By then, the skull of an Elector will be added to his trophies!

Of course, Karl Franz was not willing to be outdone. He was not a playboy, but a genuine imperial soldier.

A mere plunderer clan leader wants his own head? Dream on!

Holding the Dragon Tooth Sword, he rushed towards the clan leader who was getting closer and closer.