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I am also a warrior! My grandfather was a Cossack! I inherited his axe! The young man brought in by the civil affairs officer was dissatisfied with Boyer's implicit contempt, and even showed Boyer his less-than-glorious birth.

The Gossats are tribesmen who have been pardoned by the Tsar. Some tribes who have committed crimes against Kislev, but have returned from their lost ways, will join the Gossacks to wash away their past humiliation with violent battles and gain the opportunity to return to civilization. Qualifications, as well as for some Kislev criminals with less serious crimes.

Every Cossa is a full-time soldier, a desperado who dares to fight to the end. If it were not for the lack of order, they would be able to compete with the imperial provincial legions.

But Boyer never summoned them during non-war times. If one wanted to record the number of Cossads executed for killing and raping civilians, each Boyer could come up with figures that would embarrass the Tsar.

My Boye, please leave your mercy behind. Without seeking help from Erengrad or the Daha sect, we have no chance of victory.

Zoshank will be destroyed, the young men will be slaughtered by the Norscans, and our women will be robbed.

Regardless of whether they have been on the battlefield or not, every Kislevian lady is qualified to fight. This is also our last chance.

Civil Affairs Officer Andre lay on the ground like a dying wild dog. His normally carefully groomed short beard was soaked in blood from the corner of his mouth, but he still insisted on finishing everything in a tone that did not tremble.

Da Boye in the northern part of Western State looked down at the officials squirming in the mud, with some suppressed anger in his sharp eyes.

My friend, this is the last time I will call you that.

Levichboye pursed his lips, and used his eyes to push back the people who were trying to join in the fun, drove away the concerned soldiers who came over, and the young people who wanted to prove themselves, and continued to speak his heart to his former comrades.

Haven't you been on the battlefield? I'm sure you won't forget the howls of the Norscans and winter wolves. You almost peed your pants at that time!

Andrei, look at them, look at them in Esun's arms

The lord pointed at the young people coming and going in a hurry. No boy would question the bravery of his people. Once the recruiting bell was rung, as long as the big boy raised his arms and waved, everyone who could hold a weapon would respond.

But they were not Cossack warriors, nor Ugor warriors. In front of the Norscan raiders, they were not even as good as three thousand pigs.

I will not let them participate in a fatal battle. Zoshenk can fall, the Polyansky family can be extinct, and the next generation of Kislev will be gone, and everything will be lost.

Levi's bloodshot eyes gradually dimmed, losing their former sharpness.

Boyer pointed his sword at Andre, making the courtier who wanted to defend wisely swallow the rhetoric that he had not yet uttered.

Zoshenk's hussars galloped past Boyer on horseback, their whistling wings washing away the cold wind and stirring up layers of echoes.

More than 300 hussars are Zoshenk's last pride.

The regular soldiers under Levichboye are all wing cavalry, although most of the time they do not ride on pure-blooded war horses, but just stand sentry in the city wall towers and maintain order in the streets of Zoshenk.

The terrifying momentum of the cavalry passing by reminded Levich of the battle twenty years ago, when his father led more than a thousand Zoshank wing cavalry to charge against the steel torrent of Chaos Warriors. Levich He was the flag officer in that battle.

It was a terrible failure. The first batch of lances that stabbed the enemy were all broken in the collision. No one could overthrow the troll-like burly Chaos Warriors. He watched helplessly as his usually omnipotent father was killed. The devil's warriors took off their horses like chickens and chopped off their heads.

The corpses of humans and horses were piled on the grassland, and the dark war cry echoed in the wind and never dispersed for a long time.

That was the last time Levitch was timid.

However, there will not be many Chaos Warriors in the ordinary Kazaka invasion. Large groups of Chaos Warriors only exist in epic legends. The battle twenty years ago may be the last horror Leviticus has ever seen in his life.

Look, Andre, listen to the wind and look at those majestic wings. Do they look like the army of high elves?

Boyer joked to himself, taking back the sword pointed at the civil officer, and also took back the power given to him.

Bear of the North Levich roared and issued orders to the soldiers in response to the coming invasion.

Call the Ugor Archers! Call the Cossa Legions!

Inform the other Boyers that Zoshank needs assistance.

Boyer hesitated for a moment, and finally did not order the summons cavalry to unite the Daha sect.

That is treason. The bloody Katrin will not provide soldiers to the north because of the invasion of Kazaka, but if Boyer dares to have an affair with a sect that disobeys the Tsar, Zoshenk will be razed by the Tsar's soldiers in just a few days. For flat ground.

But Poyer prepared final orders if the first line of defense of the Western States fell and Zoshenk's corps was defeated.

His people would flee to the settlement of Mirkavala, seeking refuge in the temple of Daha.

Perhaps the Tsar had abandoned the North and even regarded it as a secret enemy.

Fire God Daha will never abandon Mrs. Kislev. It is He who brings fire from the sun that can resist the cold wind.

Mirkavala, the fire keepers gathered in the temple, looking desperately at the eternal flame gradually extinguished in the center of the crowd.

They tried various methods, whether it was a week-long devout prayer or animal sacrifice, but they could not make the eternal flame flourish again.

It even lost its warmth, leaving only brightness.

Before the Great Holy War, it was as strong as the sun.

But now, it is like a dim candle, slowly entering death in the darkness.

Perhaps Daha has died, and even the flames he left behind are running out of time.

Another Qazaka invasion sounded the alarm for the priests, and ominous dark clouds enveloped the land of Kislev.

The crazy usurper in Kislev City not only suppressed the followers of the God of Fire and The God of Thunder, she was even so crazy that she dared to fight against Esun.

Sergei, the cornerstone of the kingdom, was assassinated. It was Esun's priest who rescued the respected veteran, but such a righteous act was defined as treason by the tsar.

The immediate rescue of the Esun priests was misinterpreted by those with ulterior motives as collusion, and the already oppressed Esun national religion became a treasonous cult.

A large number of Esun priests were imprisoned in dungeons. Now, the only faith in the city of Kislev is the Tsar.

The Fire Keepers didn't know what the southern boyars were thinking. The bloody Katrin was obviously not worthy of sitting on the throne, but the entire southern territory of Kislev knelt down loyally before the bloody tsar.

This makes the patriots who really care about Kislev lose the idea of ​​resistance. In today's precarious situation, a rebellion will completely burn Kislev to the ground.

There are dead people who are hanged every day under the gate of the royal city. They are either powerful nobles in the past or assassins sent to kill the tsar.

The Daha sect has declined, and the Thor Cult has gradually been replaced by the faith of the Southern Empire. Perhaps after this Kazaka invasion, the Fire Keepers will disappear completely.

The followers of the Fire God can only look forward to Esun's awakening. In this long night, the people of this land need gods.