I Will Be The Crowned King

"boom--!!!!"

At the moment when Anson's exclamation sounded, Sophia, who immediately hid under the round table, hugged Angelica in her arms tightly. The terrified girl clenched her teeth and closed her eyes, and the roar of screams and explosions sounded in her ears.

The non-stop loud noise seemed to be shaking the entire castle constantly.

All four artillery companies were called in, with a total of twenty six-artillery guards, mercilessly firing at the thugs besieging St. Isaac's College; solid bullets and shrapnel shells like thunder The rain curtain opened, and it fell among the panicked crowd.

In the pitch-black rainy night, every roar will be soaked into a piece of dark red; the rain mixed with flesh and blood pours like a waterfall, flowing between the flower bushes and the stone slabs of the boulevard.

The screams and explosions were intertwined, and the smoke from the roar of artillery filled the entire street; the thick "white fog" that appeared in the rainstorm was like a looped noose, shrouding the tide like torches.

"Guards! It's the guards, we are surrounded!"

The terrified shouts didn't know where it first started, and then this "emotion" spread like a plague among the mobs who were wailing in the cannon fire and explosions.

"Damn, it's a trap!"

"The king's army is here, and they will kill us all!"

"We've been fooled!"

"Someone betrayed us!"

The thugs were in a panic... They were not regular soldiers, and even if they had the courage to fight and not fear death, they would still panic to the point of being overwhelmed by fear.

Falling into fear, they immediately gave up the castle defenders who were still stubbornly resisting, forgot their anger and hatred, and began to turn around and flee desperately.

In the hoarse shouts, the thugs faced the artillery fire and attacked the streets shrouded in smoke and rain!

In the middle of the narrow street, they were greeted by a fortified barricade composed of four-wheeled heavy carriages, as well as guard soldiers with live ammunition.

Likewise...thousands.

"preparation--"

Standing in the rainstorm in a military uniform, Major General Sander Ross, whose cheeks were slightly bruised, raised his knife above his head, looking at the dashing figure and the fast-moving firelight on the opposite side.

The icy rain fell from the mirror-smooth blade.

"Fire!"

The long knife fell, and an elegant splash of water fell on his side.

"boom--!!!!"

In the uninterrupted sound of cannons, the dense rain of lead bullets splashed on the attacking crowd; the soldiers repeating mechanical movements slaughtered the thugs with only torches in their hands as if they were harvesting wheat in the harvest season.

The roaring people fell in pieces in the torrential rain, and almost no one could survive in such a dense firepower network; even if a few lucky people were able to rush through by the sacrifice of the front row, they could only stand in despair. In front of the three-meter-high barricade, he was brutally murdered by soldiers with bayonets.

The 4,000 Guards faced a mob of about 4,000 people, and the battle seemed to be over in an instant.

No one noticed when the battle ended, and when the soldiers who repeated the three-stage shooting were stopped by Major Sander Rose, there was no one standing in the rain.

"Guardians—For the King, advance!"

The short and rapid bugle sounded, and the soldiers who were walking on the right foot skillfully inserted the bayonet into the rifle, and stepped on the twitching and bleeding corpse on the ground.

The auxiliary soldiers who followed in the back row swiftly cleaned the battlefield: the corpses were loaded into the carriage, the blood plasma and minced meat rushed into the sewers, and all the things that could be called "property" were happily put into the pockets by the auxiliary soldiers.

In the blink of an eye, apart from gunpowder smoke and craters, there was not a single lead bullet left on the streets where thousands of people were killed and injured; the smooth and shiny stone pavement in the rainstorm looked like it had been newly built.

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"That's what someone said, everything is planned?"

Looking out at the gate and surrounding the entire banquet hall, thousands of guards, the ugly-faced Sophia hugged the shivering little maid, glanced at the person who kept smiling, and even had some spare time to organize her clothes. Lieutenant Colonel.

"Yeah, the plan is perfect...Aren't we saved?"

"And then become a hostage in the hands of the Guards? I'd rather be shot by the thugs!"

Sophia, who was clenching her teeth, glared at Anson, wondering why he didn't realize the seriousness of the situation - he was even laughing!

"Listen clearly, my Excellency the head of the storm regiment, tonight's matter is definitely not easy."

Sophia held back her anger, she knew very well that this guy must help to solve the matter tonight; Miss Franz's identity may make the other party not dare to act rashly, but she will not win an equal opportunity to negotiate with the other party.

Just like no matter how much her father spoiled him, he would never let her step into the smoking room.

"The troops of the Guards are scattered throughout the inner city, and no matter how efficient they are, it is impossible to gather 4,000 people in less than an hour. They must have some ulterior plan; there are also those inexplicable thugs, if there is no one What is the purpose of assisting...what are you laughing at?!"

"Am I smiling?"

Looking at Sophia's annoyed appearance, Anson's face was raised with confusion.

Pressing her lips tightly, Sophia's eyes fell on the rifle in Lisa's hand - she was restraining the urge to grab the gun and kill him.

Feeling some kind of danger, Lisa was shocked, and subconsciously hugged her beloved toy in her arms.

"I know."

The chuckling Anson shrugged and looked at Major Ross Sander who was negotiating with Judge Lawrence:

"I know who did what happened tonight and why."

Um? !

The stunned Sophia suddenly looked back, staring blankly at the extremely confident smile on Anson's face.

"So don't worry, my Miss Sophia, everything is in my plan."

"But, isn't your plan a failure - the Storm Corps is still on the way, but the Guards have arrived ahead of schedule, and there are still thousands of people!"

"That's right! But that's just the surface of my plan, and then it's the inside of it - they're all the same plan, but because things have changed, it's become two."

"...Anson Bach, can you hear what you're saying yourself?"

"Of course... uh... Anyway, you can rest assured. Trust me, my plan is perfect enough to get us out of here safely tonight!"

Looking at Anson and the confidence on his face, the girl fell silent.

The next second, suddenly remembering something, she suddenly turned around and looked at An Sen solemnly and whispered:

"By the way, I did see something not quite right about what you asked for before..."

"Um?!"

Just as the two were chatting in a low voice, there were also countless dark corners in the dead hall where similar scenes were being staged; the guests who had survived the disaster couldn't wait to devote themselves to social activities, discussing what would happen to Clovis tonight. The changes and influence brought by the upper city, and the benefits they can get from it.

Negotiating, negotiating, sharing intelligence, determining the relationship between enemies and friends... it all goes on like their instincts.

But Major Sander Ross didn't care; the moment he stepped into this hall, he knew he had won.

The plan went extraordinarily well: the mob attacked, but was pacified before they could take the hall; the only regret is that the archbishop escaped, but it seems his daughter is still here.

"Lawrence Bernat, please cooperate."

Sander Rose said coldly: "Get out of the way, tonight's matter is the trouble of the Guards, and it has nothing to do with the people in your religious inquisition."

"Sorry, but I don't think so."

Lawrence, who was holding the brim of his hat with one hand, looked at the dozens of rifles pointed at him, and the flintlock axe in his right hand was hanging by his leg.

Scarlet blood dripped from the blade of the axe onto the floor, and turned into white smoke with the sound of "stab".

"Tonight, a spellcaster dressed as an elf ambassador killed two innocent victims, and almost caused at least double-digit casualties; the cultists have reason to believe that the just riot was the same as the death of the elf ambassador. Related to the Old Gods."

"Elf ambassador?!"

Sander Rose looked surprised: "You mean Maurice Périgord?!"

"Looks like I don't have to explain anything to you anymore."

Lawrence's hoarse voice contained a hint of calmness, but his right index finger was still pressed on the trigger of the flintlock axe.

Morris is dead? Is he still an old god? Damn why no one told me... The Guards Major was struggling back and forth between entanglement and mania, and the sudden situation he was most worried about still appeared!

The person above gave him a death order, and he must control all the guests present tonight - these people are all big figures in the Privy Council, they are very important for the vote on the Public Administration Act tomorrow, and must not be released until the matter is settled. They leave, let alone hand them over to others.

"I'm grateful that you and the Guards behind you helped us clear the siege. The Church's security forces and the Inquisition's troops will arrive later, so you can leave with your people now."

"This is impossible!"

The face of the major who blurted out without thinking was even darker. If he dared to let these people go tonight, the bodies of himself and his family would appear in the incinerator of a chemical factory tomorrow:

"The situation tonight is very special. If I am attacked by thugs after I leave with someone, who can take the responsibility?"

The major of the Guards, who specially emphasized the word "again," endured his fear and threatened Lawrence.

He couldn't even believe that he was actually threatening a judge, a bunch of executioners who could kill even nobles without blinking if they were authorized to do so!

Damn, why didn't anyone tell myself that the plague gods were here tonight? !

Just when Major Sander Rose's mind was a mess, Lawrence, who lowered his head, moved.

He took a step forward with the flintlock axe that was still bleeding and smoking.

The shocked major shrank back almost instinctively, and his weak legs almost made him fall to the ground; his eyes pierced through the dark brim of his hat, as if to pierce his soul.

"Can."

Um? !

The major, who froze all over, couldn't believe his ears.

"After the church's security forces arrive, we can cooperate with the guards - as long as you can ensure the safety of the entire St. Isaac's College." Lawrence said solemnly:

"As you said, tonight's situation is special."

This judge actually compromised with himself, what are you kidding? !

Is today your lucky day?

"Okay, okay, of course!"

Sander Rose was stunned for a moment, then cleared his throat: "I will leave half of it to protect the academy, but all the people in this hall must leave with me."

"The Guards are responsible for maintaining the security of the royal capital. In order to facilitate the understanding of the situation, I think it is necessary to immediately bring everyone to the interrogation room of the Guards for questioning one by one."

At that moment, what the major, who was holding back his fear, saw in Lawrence's eyes was not anger or indifference, but surprise.

Anson Bach... how did he guess? !

Concealing the flash of surprise, Lawrence raised the flint-haired axe in his right hand slightly: "What if I don't agree?"

"What do you want to do?!"

The vigilant major of the Guards immediately raised his voice, and the soldiers behind him who did not know where he was, pointed their guns at the judge.

"I said the people in this hall are not going anywhere until the matter is settled."

According to the plan agreed with Anson before, Lawrence said coldly: "Anyone who tries to take them away will be regarded as a member of the Old God Sect by the Inquisition and the Church!"

As soon as the voice fell, the judge pointed the **** flintlock axe at Sander Ross; outside the pitch-black gate, there were countless sounds of reloading.

The atmosphere in the dark hall suddenly became tense.

Conflict is imminent!

Hearing the innumerable sounds, Sophia suddenly stopped breathing, and cold sweat fell from the tip of her nose.

She slowly looked sideways at An Sen beside her, her pupils contracted violently.

Is this guy still smiling? !

Where does his confidence come from? !

At this moment, a very familiar voice suddenly came from outside the door:

"Guardians, if you don't want to be a traitor and apostate at the same time, put down your guns!"

Holding a parchment covered with red ink pad, the expressionless Inquisitor Serra Virgil walked towards the gate, followed closely by Cole Dorian with his hands behind his back; Like the sea water split by the battleship, the soldiers made way for her to both sides.

A full hour later, the Whitehall Street storm group arrived on time.

The Major of the Guards turned his head~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The moment he saw the female judge, he immediately recalled the miserable situation he had in the factory, and immediately said angrily: "It's you?!"

The indifferent Sera didn't bother to pay attention to him at all, and threw the parchment in his hand directly into the other's arms: "Give you fifteen minutes, and get your people out of St. Isaac's College, Major Sander Ross!"

The Major of the Guards grunted angrily, and opened the parchment in his hand rudely. When he saw the mark on it, he was stunned.

A minute later, everyone in the hall heard his gnashing teeth:

"Everyone in the Guards obeys the order - retreat!"

Sophia was stunned.

"How, how did you do it? That letter is..."

Anson, who laughed lightly, shrugged and did not speak, leaving the chance to reveal the answer to Major Sander Rose, who was even more shocked than her:

"This is the order of His Majesty Carlos!"