Warhammer Throne Chapter 288: , The aftermath of the war

When Casfan led the remnant knights and a small number of knights retreat to the trails of Doom Mountain, what awaited them was not the response of the left-behind army.

The gate of the camp was closed and the sentry was empty.

"What's the matter?! Where's Didier? Open the door!"

The heavy horn echoed in the mountains.

"Beep~Beep~"

The sound of the marching army came from the mountain road, and the sound of small steps sounded from the other end of the Doom Mountain.

"Boom boom boom~" The sound of the neat pace suppressed the calls of Casvan and others. At the end of the line of sight, an army appeared on the other side of the mountain.

The first thing that appeared was the dense spears and battle axes, as well as the wings on the helmet, until the team had advanced for a certain period of time, short and stout voices appeared from the mountain road in patches.

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"Go on! The descendants of Granny!"

"Hey haha~!"

"Pull out the weapon!"

"what!"

An army of more than one thousand dwarves appeared from the other end of the mountain. They held shields and battle axes, or held up their spears, completely blocking the path of Kasvann's retreat. The black hole pointed at Kasvann's muzzle. Waiting for people: "It is not allowed to pass here!"

"Crap! It's Karak-Breezeburg's reinforcements!" Kasvann looked back, and Emperor Karl-Franz led Rick's guards to block their way back.

They are surrounded.

"Your Excellency Casvan, welcome to the territory of the empire. I have arranged a residence for you in Braunschweig." The emperor slowly approached Casvan's remnant troops surrounded by Rick's guard: "You There is nowhere to escape. Put down your arms. I, Karl-Franz, the Emperor of the Empire, are willing to promise you to treat the prisoners preferentially and treat the wounded."

"Even if it is a war between humans, you finally rely on the power of the dwarves to win me, Karl-Franz!" Kasvann knew that the situation was over, he said sarcastically, "You can be regarded as an upright victory. ?"

"Of course this is an upright victory, Casvan, when you declare war on the empire, you will automatically declare war with the dwarves." Karl-Franz's face was calm: "By now, you will shirk the responsibility for failure. Give it to others?"

"..." Casvan sighed up to the sky: "Yes, I should have thought of the sacred covenant between the dwarven supreme king and the empire... the dwarf will definitely be on your side."

"Damn bastard! Get off the horse now and pay your respects to the great emperor!" Rick guard yelled unbearably. Karl-Franz stretched out his hand to signal him to shut up. The emperor was still calm: " So, Lord Casfin, what do you think of my proposal?"

Duke Pallaon rolled over and got off his horse. He took off his hand armor and handed his blood-stained gloves to Karl Franz.

The imperial emperor reached out and took over Casvann's gloves. Until this time, the Duke of Palaon finally sat on the ground: "I lost. In the name of a lady, I, Casvan de Palaon, Here... to, surrender to the imperial emperor Karl-Franz!"

At 10:30 in the morning, the Emperor, Prince Rick, the Grand Duke of Brunswick, and the heirs of all the sacred heritage of the Charlemagne Empire from the sea to the mountains, rode their horses to patrol the battlefield. The Battle of Hemgart ended in a total victory for the empire. .

...

After the war, the small plains in front of Hemgart were full of dead bodies and wounded. The military doctors of the Empire and the church priests of the Goddess of Mercy worked hard to rescue the wounded on the battlefield. At the same time, groups of Bretonian prisoners sat directly. On the ground, he was guarded by the Imperial Army and also received rescue.

In this war, the Imperial Army killed more than 400 people and injured more than 800 people. The Breton army killed more than 900 people, including more than 100 knights, and injured more than 600 people.

The human civil war is like this. Everyone is fighting fiercely, but in fact there is a sense of measure. Generally, wounded soldiers will not be attacked as long as they sit down and indicate that they are injured.

On the wall of Hemgart, Ryan sighed secretly as he looked at the battlefield that was still smoky.

The world he traverses is very special, and many of the technologies that traversers are proud of are actually useless here.

Guns, artillery, steam-driven technology, and improved grain types are technologies that humans and dwarves in this world have.

Ryan wondered if movable type printing could be used in this world when he first crossed, but he immediately discovered that movable type printing had been invented long before the great holy war.

But this kind of technology cannot be promoted at all, because this kind of technology itself has been corrupted by chaos. The first printed books produced are very exquisite, but almost all readers have become disciples of tricksters. The last kind of movable type Printing can only be controlled by the church, and only with the blessing of the gods can printed books not be corrupted.

It's ridiculous, but it's reality.

In the same way, many technologies are not mastered by humans, but they cannot be promoted at all. The technologies for forging plate armor and large siege weapons are destined to be mastered by only a small number of people, because once mass production, Greenskin and Chaos believers will be better than humans. Master this technique quickly.

Moreover, the power of artillery and muskets is actually limited. At least Ryan can conclude that even if the Empire's heavy cannon is hit on him, it is difficult for him to be injured. In this world, there are many people who can face cannons. One of them, firearms is not invincible.

Brittany did not have the financial resources to build steam tanks in batches like the Empire, but after seeing the high technology of the Empire, Ryan made up his mind to equip his army with enough firearms and speed up the construction of the gun battalion and artillery unit.

At the same time, he is very envious of the big killer of the steam tank. The steam tank is one of the big killers at the bottom of the imperial pressure box. There are a total of twelve tanks, each of which has a different internal structure.

Now, there are eight remaining in the hands of the empire, all under the control of the emperor. In addition, the engineers of the Noor Gun Academy and the Braunschweig Royal College of Engineering have also worked hard to imitate some steam tanks. Of course, these Imitations are not as invincible as prototype steam tanks, but they are still powerful war machines.

The secret of making the steam tank is strictly kept in the Ludwig Temple of the Noor Gun Academy.

"Compared to the Empire, we are already completely behind in many places." François and Ryan walked down the wall. The cheers of the electors on the wall and the roar of the Imperial team made the duke and the earl feel a little harsh. , François sighed and said: "Since the Dol Tower incident, Bretania has hardly made any progress in science and technology for three hundred years. The knights and nobles believe that the Holy Grail is everything, but the empire has already completed the musket. With innovations in equipment and countless war machines, His Majesty Ludwig vigorously promoted firearms to strengthen the imperial army, but we still rely on catapults and serf archers. Yes, our knights still have obvious combat effectiveness compared to imperial knights. Advantage, but..."

"But war is not only about knights." Ryan also sighed in a low voice.

"Yes, wars can never rely solely on knights. We holy grail knights will not be afraid of those cannons and steam tanks, but holy grail knights are very few." Francois nodded.

Two men stepped into the battlefield. The emperor army was cleaning the battlefield and setting up prisoners. There were serfs and knights surrendered and captured everywhere. Seeing two holy grail knights stepping into the battlefield, many knights looked ashamed, serfs. It is more forgiveness.

Casvan was defeated in this battle. He used his prestige accumulated over the past decades to achieve Karl Franz's fame in the First World War.

Surrounded by hundreds of imperial knights, Karl Franz was patrolling the battlefield. The emperor was riding on a strong half-blood elf horse. Seeing Ryan and Francois appeared, the emperor smiled: "Good morning, Lord Francois, Lord Lane."

"Good morning, Your Majesty Franz, I hope you treat the prisoners kindly and don't insult them." Ryan sighed slightly, and he said calmly.

"Oh! Of course, I promised." The emperor was stunned for a moment, and he immediately nodded: "Please understand, our empire does not want to fight this war, we are active defense."

"Heh." Ryan was a little sarcasm, and a little self-deprecating. Karl Franz carefully designed a trap to let Casvan dig into it, and then win again under the position of justice. This war made the emperor. It has won the hearts of the people, and it has also made enough political capital.

Compared to Richard, who is more than a hundred years old, the excellence of Karl Franz, the emperor in his thirties, has been perfectly embodied.

"Let go of me!" A beautiful lake **** prophet was bound by several imperial soldiers. Her hands were tied behind her back, and then she was framed to the emperor's front: "My majesty, we have caught a lake god. prophet!"

"Madam curse you!" The prophet of the lake **** was **** by a rope. Many imperial soldiers took the opportunity to reach out and wipe oil on her body. The beautiful prophet twisted her body and tried to avoid her, and she let out an angry roar: "Imperial Miscellaneous!"

"Let go of her." Lane said towards Karl Franz, "The prophet of the lake **** enjoys shelter."

"The prophet of the lake **** enjoys asylum, but you need to pay enough ransom." The elector of Tuscany Umberto Corleone respected Ryan and François, and the elector himself did not leave a drop of blood after a fierce battle. , His gorgeous plate armor and high helmet feathers are still bright: "The ransom price of a lake **** prophet is five hundred gold marks. In the face of the two, the price is three hundred gold marks."

"Madam curse you! Take your dirty hands away from me!" The prophet of the lake **** looks about thirty years old and his appearance is mature and beautiful. It will age rapidly, and then wither in front of the shrine of the fairy in the lake or in the holy ground, and merge with nature.

"Forget it, this lady of the lake **** prophet is free." Karl Franz doesn't want to worry about this matter anymore. He also wants to give Ryan a face. Ryan's strength is what he saw with his own eyes. In fact, This time the war empire won is very thrilling. If the Holy Grail knights lead the team, the ending may be completely different. Perhaps the Umberto Elector will not insist on arriving by himself. The steel plate of the steam tank is difficult for the ranger knights and kingdom knights to break through. Defense, but many of the holy grail knights can tear steel plates by hand.

The emperor knew that although the empire was strong, there was a fatal problem.

Lack of high-end combat power of an established group.

As the most powerful country in the old world, the empire has many legendary powerhouses, but the empire's highest-end combat power is very scattered.

Each of the holy grail knights is a living saint with strong strength, firm belief, and commendable loyalty. The holy grail knights of the same rank are much stronger than ordinary people. As long as the lake fairy or the lake **** witch is commanded, the holy grail knights can be dispatched collectively. , Fight for the goddess.

Karl-Franz, as the emperor of the empire, could not do it. The high-end combat power of the empire was very scattered and had various concerns. It was very difficult to unite them. Heilberg was already the best swordsman among Rick's guards. But he was not even an opponent of the ordinary holy grail knights, and the champion of the Griffin Legion, Roger, was knocked down by Ryan.

To fight the darkness, the power of the Holy Grail Knight is very necessary.

Selling personal affection to Ryan and François here is good and harmless.

With a wave of the emperor's hand, the prophet of the lake **** was let go by the imperial soldiers. She glanced at the imperial man who had taken the opportunity to put his hands on her body before, and hurriedly walked behind Ryan and François.

The other knights were not so lucky. They were taken away in groups. These knights will be held in the prisons of Hemgart and Brunswick, waiting for the ransom.

"Where is Casvan?" Ryan asked.

"Kasfann? A ransom of 20,000 gold marks. When will the ransom come, when will we naturally release people." Imperial General Kurt Heilberg said in a deep voice.

This is the ransom amount that the empire has negotiated for a long time. It can make a lot of money without letting Casvan not be unable to pay the money. The empire believes that with the accumulation of the Principality of Pallaon for thousands of years, It shouldn't be impossible to get 20,000 gold marks, which is 20,000 gold crowns.

"No, I'm not talking about this. I want to ask where your Excellency Cassfan is now?" Ryan shook his head. He certainly wouldn't pay the money. He just wanted to discuss something with Cassfan.

The Duke of Pallaon is conservative in his position. He doesn't like the close relationship between Lion and wood elves and dwarves, especially the trade with wood elves, Casvan suffered a big loss.

At the same time, Casvan also accepted dwarves to build weapons and houses for him. However, the level of these dwarves was far from the level of rune craftsmen and dwarven engineers recruited by Ryan, because most of the dwarves he could take in were in The imperial dwarves that the imperial can't go down.

Therefore, the relationship between Casvan and Ryan is very poor, and it is almost impossible to establish an equal conversational relationship.

Now, the opportunity has come.

"This..." Kurt Heilberg is hesitating, Ryan is strong, just in case...

"Take your lord Ryan, Heilberg." Karl Franz agreed, "I agree."

"Yes!" Since it was the emperor's order, Heilberg said no more: "Your Excellency Ryan, please come with me."

"good."

Ryan followed Heilberg to the imperial barracks, where he met Cassvain, who was depressed and imprisoned: "Hello, Lord Cassvain."

"Ryan Macado?! It's you! Are you here to laugh at me?" Casvan was locked in an iron cage. He was not fettered or handcuffed. He looked many years old. He saw Ryan. When he appeared, he angrily said to Ryan through the bars: "You are not satisfied after watching my failure, and you want to take the opportunity to humiliate me?"

"No, I came to you, I want to talk to you about something."

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