I Will Be The Crowned King

"I will be crowned king (

Just as Roman fired his gun to the sky, the young grenadier who was hiding in the trench immediately executed the order and used all his strength to blow the bugle that he was holding tightly in his hand.

As the loud bugle sounded again, the southern army standing on the flanks suddenly began to turn their guns and launched a fierce attack on the central position that had been occupied by the Iser elves!

I don't know if it was because of overconfidence or to ensure the smooth implementation of the sneak attack. The Iser Elves really couldn't assemble enough elites quickly. They could only gather all kinds of miscellaneous troops to fill up, so that the stinky fish and rotten shrimps were too dense, making the entire army. All smelled fishy.

It is often difficult to judge how effective an army is, but whether they are well-trained enough to survive the harsh environment and less favorable battles, to maintain the integrity of the establishment while fighting... educated , and in the eyes of experienced soldiers, these are obvious at a glance.

Therefore, just by observing the charge of the Iser elf, Roman can judge the main force of the opposing enemy, almost all of them are untrained and new recruits.

The only thing this kind of army can do is to rely on the superiority of numbers to overwhelmingly defeat the defense line in the first round of offense; once the offense is frustrated and forced to turn into a stalemate and defense, the organization will collapse like a cliff and cannot effectively execute the order of operations. Units and command systems that are paralyzed at the start of a battle will quickly put them into a dilemma of fighting each other and even breaking themselves.

The factual result was basically in line with Roman's expectations-the reason why it was basic was because the southern legion had not launched a counter-offensive within a quarter of an hour at the beginning of the battle, and the establishment of the Iser elves had collapsed.

Thousands of Iser elves rushed into the position like a tidal wave. After being hit by a head-on on both flanks, they rushed into the central position in a chaotic manner, fighting against the sparsely-strength grenadier regiment and guard company; The absolute advantage of the number of elves - the number of elves - forced the grenadier regiment to continuously retreat, shrinking the line of defense little by little.

Then? And then...well...that's it.

There is no echelon offensive, no key attack direction, no division and outflanking of the main firepower point, no firepower cover at all... It's like a pile of sand pouring in, and I don't know what to do except attack, and A hyena off the reins makes no difference.

Maybe even worse.

After the flanking attack was launched on the left and right positions, the Iser elf army, which had been "imposing like a rainbow" in the previous second, immediately stopped the offensive momentum; instead of trying to fight back, the flank that was hit first immediately began to scramble to escape.

These small numbers of disintegrated troops then began to attack the formations of other troops - if they really existed - and the entrained troops and the follow-up reinforcements collided in the dark and smoke-filled positions, completely indistinguishable. Clearing each other, they subconsciously aimed their guns at the friendly army.

"boom--!!!!"

As a result, the attacking Isir elf army fell into complete chaos.

Of course, Roman couldn't miss such a rare opportunity. The Southern Legion, who had been standing on the left and right flanks before, started the battle with one infantry company and one infantry company, and walked along the bombed-to-ruin position towards the chaotic Iser elf. The army launched an interspersed offensive.

In the center of the burning ruins shrouded in smoke, the soldiers of the two armies used bullet craters and corpses as bunkers to shoot at each other, hid under the trenches and the ruins of the fortifications and circled around. Gun **** melee...

The screaming lead bullets shuttled freely in the smoke and the exploding fireworks, and bursts of screams overwhelmed the shrill screams; flags were counted up and down, and the front lines were repeatedly sawing... Roman's "encirclement net" The original position where huge waves and rocks collided turned into a chaotic strangulation.

In the melee, although the morale of the Iser elves, who had been frustrated by the offensive, fell off a cliff, the command system had changed from paralysis to complete collapse, and the recruits who were seriously lacking in training could not withstand the large-scale and rhythmic alternate attacks of the Southern Legion...

However, they still have an absolute advantage in military strength, and the severely damaged Southern Legion is lacking in troops, and they do not dare to fight on the whole line unless it is a last resort.

So ten minutes after the melee began, the artillery of the Southern Corps finally opened fire.

Although it was hit unexpectedly, I don't know if it was lucky or unfortunate - although the legion's ammunition depot was not spared by the cannon fire, and even hundreds of people were killed due to the explosion, most of the artillery survived.

As for why...because the lazy carriage soldiers and artillerymen did not unload the artillery carriage from the carriage at all, and were scattered around the camp with other carriages when they were transported, leaving the wind and the sun to dry...

As a result, when the soldiers of the guard company pulled out the gang of artillerymen who were afraid of death from the bunker, in addition to the artillery, they also found a base of artillery shells and propellant by the way-they hid them privately and prepared to resell them.

"Boom!!!! Boom!!!! Boom!!!!"

With the help of the pillar of fire raised by the Iser elf caster, the artillerymen of the Southern Legion, who were also "lit up", began to fight back against the Iser elf who were constantly pouring into the position.

The shrapnel, which emitted a terrifying scream, rose into the sky, and was detonated abruptly above the head of the dense Iser elf attack sequence. Thousands of hot lead bullets poured down like a violent storm. The flesh and blood it touched was torn to shreds.

In the face of unannounced shelling, the follow-up offensive of the Iser elf army was abruptly interrupted; seeing the compatriots in the front row being blown to pieces was an immediate and effective way to calm the fanatic Iser elf.

Soon, the offensive of the mountain and tsunami was immediately slowed down, and the "powerful" Iser elves had to re-find the direction of the attack, or turned around and ran away, and then died under the guns of the soldiers in the back row.

But their offensive slowed down, but it did not mean that the Southern Corps would also "very interesting" to stop the artillery. To some extent, it was even the opposite... After confirming that the artillery shelling was effective in blocking the offensive, the corps regained a little morale. The artillery fought harder.

As the second most-used troop in the Southern Corps, the artillery battalion directly under Ludwig has always enjoyed extremely high treatment; unless it is really exhausted, they will not and dare not abandon the commander-in-chief and run away.

The roar of shaking the air echoed one after another, and the well-trained artillerymen were very well-trained to wash the hot and red gun chambers, trim the positions of the guns that were deflected by the recoil, and prepare the fuzes, shells and propellants - fifteen seconds later , the golden-red flames spewed out from the pitch-black muzzle again.

Under this almost crazy shelling, a "blockade line" of gunpowder smoke and flames was formed between the southern legion's position and the main direction of the Iser elves' attack, which cut off the enemy's subsequent offensive.

And when the Iser elves caught in the melee in the central position lost reinforcements, the morale, which had been declining rapidly, collapsed even faster; a stalemate front was gradually being re-raised under the banner of the blood-colored unicorn. increasingly clear trend.

"Blow the trumpet!"

The backhand smashed the head of the Iser elf with the **** of the gun. Roman, who was covered in the gushing liquid and solid, roared at the young grenadier behind him with a grim expression, regardless of his embarrassment.

"Yes!"

The grenadier, who was pale with fright, hurriedly picked up the bugle hanging on his chest and blew it with all his strength.

When the third loud bugle echoed on the battlefield, the counteroffensive of the Southern Corps finally began.

The southern legionnaires, who were smashed and scattered by the previous Iser elf cannon fire, were on the verge of collapse, like wild dogs that were loosened from the reins, in the form of skirmish lines-because it was really difficult, and there was no need to regroup The line is up—they launched an attack on the Iser elf in the central position.

When the last thousands of troops entered the battle, the Iser elf army, which was obviously in decline and had no reinforcements, began to be driven out of the position bit by bit; but behind them was no longer the road they came from, but the artillery of the Southern Legion. Fire coverage area.

Attacking is death, retreating is even more death... The increasingly desperate Iser elves showed their will to resist the dying, and launched rounds of counterattacks without fear of death, trying to open up the offensive line of the southern army. gap.

However, the collapse of the command system caused them to fight on their own. They were easily seen through by the reorganized southern army, and they concentrated their superior forces to double-team and annihilate them, turning the Jedi counterattack of the Iser Elf into an active search for death.

As the armies trying to break through were routed one by one, the rout of the Iser sprite army began to become more pronounced; even they themselves were gradually sinking into despair, knowing that it was only a matter of time before they were encircled and wiped out.

But at this moment, Roman called to stop the offensive - after the leading troops entered the battle, the troops that entered the battlefield one after another began to line up on the spot, defend on the spot, and re-dig trenches on the craters everywhere.

Some skirmishers began to expand their fronts to the periphery and set up observation posts; baggage units and medical soldiers entered the positions, treated the wounded while cleaning the battlefield, and organized clean-up work.

As for the remaining Iser elves who were still fighting for the final beasts, Roman seemed to have suddenly lost interest in them and stayed there; unless they tried to break through, the Southern Legion didn't even have any initiative to take the initiative. signs of attack.

"Because it's unnecessary."

Roman, covered in blood, sat on the edge of a trench, smoking a cigarette soaked in blood; the faint firelight reflected on his hideous face, making the overwhelmed young grenadier afraid to speak:

"As I said, it's not up to us to see how the fight will go tonight; the Ysir... We'll fight with them as long as they want; when they're rout, we're going to break through."

So... not only can't destroy the Iser elves in the position, but even let them exist; as long as the position is still interlaced with missing teeth, the Iser elves who can still see "hope" will not easily change the main attack direction , and even more afraid to cover the ground with offensive artillery fire when their own troops are at war.

The initial artillery fire coverage was indeed fierce, and the indiscriminate bombardment directly collapsed the establishment of at least three infantry regiments and lost their combat ability; but it also exposed how **** the opponent's artillery technology was. In the case of artillery positions, it is still impossible to carry out relatively accurate strikes within the field of view.

Like the imperial artillery, they can even let their line infantry launch a bayonet charge against the blasting point, leaving no room for the enemy to organize defense and counterattack at all. That kind of artillery fire is terrifying.

And the Iser elf who has received the "technical training" of the empire... As long as there are solid fortifications, you can even cover the enemy's artillery fire as a pre-war fireworks display.

This is called the gap.

If it was the Imperial elite troops who were ambushed, Roman would not waste time like before; he would really follow Draco's orders, take Ludwig and run directly, without even letting the commander-in-chief know what happened.

And now... he not only wants to keep Ludwig alive, but also wants to keep the main force of the Southern Legion as much as possible, so that Ludwig can only rely on some shameless villains and his scumbags when he counterattacks - yes, said It was Anson Bach.

If it really gets to that point, God knows what "reasonable" demands and conditions this guy can make; even just in case ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ can't let that happen.

"But what if the enemy still has reinforcements?"

The young grenadier asked timidly: "Or...their artillery really doesn't care about the lives of their own people, what if they fire on the ground?"

"Then we will dig the trenches deeper and build the defense line more densely; do our best to fight the enemy to the end." Roman said coldly:

"This is war, you never know how low the enemy is, how filthy and mean they are; but it doesn't matter, because no matter how mean and shameless means are, they can't be in front of a determined army Easy win."

"If they dare to come, we will make them pay the price."

boom--!

The moment the voice did not fall, there was a roar on the battlefield.

The shocked Roman suddenly raised his head, his beast-like pupils suddenly shrank, and he immediately caught the flames rising in the distance.

It was definitely not an explosion made by a cannonball or a grenade, because the flames they blasted would never go straight into the sky, standing like a pillar of fire on the ground.

The towering fire column spiraled into the sky, and the splashing golden red fireworks set off bursts of mournful mourning on the ground. From a distance, it could even be seen that the "fire column" was not even stopping, but was moving slowly.

Almost at the same time, terrifying screams also sounded from the right-wing position at the other end. Large swaths of blood plasma mixed with stumps and minced flesh danced in the dense line; the gushing blood plasma turned into tentacles like living things. , convulsingly stretched out to the surrounding soldiers of the Southern Legion who were constantly mourning and fleeing.

So Roman, who was smoking a cigarette, slowly got up, picked up the broken saber on the ground, like the fangs of a fierce beast, and patted the young grenadier who was frightened.

"They are here."