I Will Be The Crowned King

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Although the situation is extremely dangerous, Carl Bain has not completely lost his confidence.

On the one hand, it is because the defensive facilities of the Barren Stone Castle are strong enough, and it is a modern standard bastion, which will not be pushed down like the Iron Bell Castle; it also occupies an absolute geographical advantage, and has sufficient strategic supplies.

On the other hand, it is about the authenticity of the information about the Han Soil Corps; to put it more bluntly, Carl Bain does not quite believe the words of the few Han Soil troopers.

This is also a kind of "experience of people who have come here" - for well-known reasons, no matter whether an army wins or loses, it will inevitably lie about the military situation when reporting.

Of course they wouldn't dare to lie completely, but exaggerating their achievements when they won, exaggerating the enemy's army when they lost, telling the living to be dead or the dead to be alive... are all very common phenomena.

According to Carl's experience, only half of the information from an escaped soldier's mouth is credible at most—that is, the Hantu Legion suffered a fiasco, and the Royal Legion forcibly broke through.

As for the other parts... They may not lie, but they must have imagined elements; the besieged Central Garrison Corps, no matter how fierce the artillery fire of the Imperials, no matter how cruel the attack, kills 20,000 in five hours. Humans are impossible.

However, with the low level of organization and organization of the Hantu army, if an army is defeated, even if the 20,000 people are still alive, the possibility of being able to regroup and rebuild in the rear is infinitely close to zero.

So in a sense, these rout troops are not actually lying, at least on paper, these rout troops are already "dead" to the Hantu Legion.

But in any case, these "dead people" will become obstacles for the Imperial Expeditionary Force to attack the Barren Stone Fort, slowing down their marching speed and buying the Barren Stone Fort time to reinforce its defenses.

The major chief of staff, who was arrogant, could only pray for the reinforcements of the Storm Division to come to help quickly, while pretending to be confident and starting his "absolute defense plan of the deserted stone castle".

The first step is to collectively dress up these 20,000 miscellaneous brands.

As the most important supply point in the Principality of Aiden, the various military supplies stored in Barren Stone Castle are enough to supply the Hantu Army for ten to fifteen days of continuous battles—of course, mainly the most elite Royal Legion and Archduke Aiden's Border Legion, Has little to do with the rest.

But since the Royal Legion has been "annihilated", Carl is welcome - 20,000 soldiers collectively changed into Clovis's Leiden front-loading rifles, and completed the "leap" from modern to modern army in one day.

As for why not equipped with more advanced August... Mainly because these "recruits" have no standard training at all, and Carl can't make them immediately understand the difference between rear-loading and front-loading guns, or it is more realistic to use Leiden.

The same is true for the artillery. All the artillery pieces are placed in the various artillery bases of the Barren Rock Fortress, under the direct command of Karl. He is not worried that they will be captured by the enemy, but that he is afraid that the inexperienced ammunition hand will turn the artillery into fixed blasting bombs.

At least there is the protection of the fortress wall, and there will be no accidents of "one shot exploded, collective soaring".

Considering the worst-case scenario, Carl doesn't even expect these artillery pieces to really play a big role. After all, the disparity in the strength of the artillery on the two sides is too hopeless. Before the war starts, two cannons are used to strengthen the courage. It's worth it.

The second step is to build a defense line around the barren stone castle.

On the one hand, of course, it is to increase the difficulty of the enemy's siege, and to avoid the enemy being pushed directly under the barren stone castle as soon as the war begins; on the other hand, it is also to cover the retreating Hantu troops as much as possible, and to gather them as much as possible.

Although these defeated soldiers had no morale, lost their helmets and armor, and even lost their organization; but compared with the 20,000 miscellaneous troops in the Barren Stone Fortress at the moment, they were also elite divisions who had completed at least three months of recruit training.

After the initial fortunate and the subsequent panic, the entire reserve army officially began to save itself - 20,000 men who had changed their clothes, wore new uniforms and carried new guns on their backs, took the entire barren rock. The outskirts of the fort became a huge construction site.

Under the gloomy dome, more than 6,000 Mist, more than 4,000 Tuen, more than 3,000 Aiden, 7,000 Carindia, and the small nobles and private soldiers of the city-states from all over the vast land, shouting Various slogans, sweating and digging **** the ground.

"Idiot, dig deeper! The trenches need to be at least half a person deep to have a defensive effect. Are you digging so shallow to be bombed into the sky by the imperial people?!"

"The retaining wall needs to be built high, and it's enough to repair one side. Do you plan to build two sides to make it easier for the enemy to attack the city?! Ah!"

"Level, level! How many times I've said it, there must be levels to build a position, and no one can stop a bare wall! To build a position into a multi-faceted fort, each section of the retaining wall can be short but the number must be large, left and right and front and back. Stagger as much as possible so that the rear can also deliver firepower..."

Under the gloomy dome, Carl Bain, forcing his composure, leaned on a Clovis flag, constantly giving orders back and forth on the ground, deliberately raising his chest and raising his voice, so that people around him could not easily notice his pale face. And a forehead that keeps breaking out in cold sweat.

Although this is not the first time he has taken the "black cauldron", the scale and severity far exceed all the battles.

More importantly, this time he was not commanding the entire battle as a staff officer or adjutant, but as an independent commander, and he no longer had to obey the orders of any broken boss, and he had to bear all the pressure and responsibility himself.

And now... it seems to be going well.

The motley army that carried out the plan step by step showed its unprecedented efficiency - not only did it take only half a day to complete the whole army's refit, but even the position was already taking shape.

Although this group of people from officers to soldiers were inexperienced, and even asked Carl to teach them hands-on, but none of them were lazy or shirk their responsibilities, and they were indeed trying to implement his orders.

Tuen, Aiden, Mist, Carindian... Soldiers and officers from all over the land, put aside their many years of grievances and prejudices, fought side by side in solidarity and did their best.

Of course, only on the surface.

Carl, who has always been pessimistic, was not carried away by the "prosperity" in front of him. He knew very well that this group of Hantu people suddenly became united simply because of the imminent disaster.

They are like drowning people, as long as they can save their lives, they can even catch straws; and this Clovis man—more precisely, the storm division behind him, is the life-saving straw in their eyes.

So it's not that he suddenly burst into charisma, and suddenly showed some "leader flag", which really united the originally scattered motley army, and was loyal to himself as a "polished commander"... It was the storm division who was marching towards the barren stone castle.

If the Imperial Expeditionary Force collapses the entire line of defense in one breath, if the reinforcements are delayed in reaching the Barren Stone Fort, if the Storm Division is defeated by the Imperial Expeditionary Force...

He would not be surprised at all even if this gang of motley crews mutinied on the spot, scattered as birds and beasts, or took the initiative to seek death and surrender to the empire.

It was only at such times that Carl Bain would miss his days in the Storm Division.

Although they are also a bunch of scum cannon fodder, they are at least experienced cannon fodder, and they can still bear hardships and stand hard work most of the time. Even if they retreat, they can keep most of the establishment, and they will not be wiped out in a single defeat.

Although the officer corps is also more "hearted" than each other, and is often timid and self-confidence for a while, but at least there is a sense of self-knowledge and a sense of responsibility, and will never do anything that makes it difficult for the friendly army to turn into the wind. ...

Well, unless absolutely necessary

…………………………

In the west of Aiden, near an unnamed hill outside the Climb Tower Fortress.

A small-scale "war of annihilation" just ended here fifteen minutes ago.

Fully armed, the Imperial line infantrymen, who had not even a trace of blood on their bayonets, had already started the finishing work, clearing up the luggage boxes and Clovis flags that were thrown everywhere, looking for everything that might be valuable.

Scouts on horseback were sent around, searching for any clues that the enemy might have left in retreat; but there was nothing at all except a pile of indistinguishable footprints.

"It's over so easy?"

Standing on a baggage box, looking at the military flags piled on the ground under his feet, Arthur Herrid said to himself in disbelief.

He didn't doubt Louis' judgment, he just couldn't believe that these Clovis people didn't even resist, and disappeared like the world had evaporated, leaving nothing behind.

It's not exaggeration or description, it's literally - no resistance whatsoever.

From the beginning to the end, the Imperial soldiers took the position without firing a shot... Oh, no, there were still casualties - Bernard mistook the trench for a canal, and sprained his ankle with one foot.

The positions that were enough to hold four or five thousand people were empty, except for a few trenches that were so simple that they didn't even count as a canal, artillery forts that fell down when they were touched, and a pile of baggage boxes and military flags... Nothing was left.

While Arthur was relieved by this too easy victory, he also felt a daze to the extreme - even if it was really a trap, these Clovis people would "rout" if they kept a shot at it. Aren't you worried about affecting the morale of the opposing Aiden Legion?

Or is this another trap to actively lure them into attacking?

Just as the group of Imperials were scratching their heads in confusion, not far from the "Storm Division", a few figures in gray military uniforms were holding their breaths, watching all this nervously.

"It's dangerous..."

Hiding in the sheltered grass, Fabian, with a tense heart, looked at the imperial cavalry who were searching the ground, desperately restraining his twitching cheeks.

It's just a little bit... Thanks to the lessons of the riots in Clovis City, I was decisive enough when I ordered the retreat; if I hesitate for five minutes, the storm group will be bitten by these imperial people!

But then again, his disguise is obviously perfect, exactly the same as the Deputy Commander's routine in Eagle Point City.

What went wrong and made these imperial people feel that something was wrong?

Or... in fact, I just thought it was perfect and didn't grasp the essence of the Deputy Commander's routine?

"Lieutenant Colonel Fabien, that..."

Just when he was about to fall into self-denial, the officer next to him suddenly said tremblingly, "We just ran away like this, wouldn't it be a bit too much?"

"Excessive?" Fabian raised his eyebrows:

"Why is it too much?"

"Uh……"

The officer looked at Fabian, who was full of doubts. He didn't know if he really didn't know or was pretending. He could only bite the bullet and pointed into the distance: "I mean... We haven't notified Archduke Aiden yet..."

"Yes, as soon as we withdraw, he will face the Imperial Expeditionary Force alone." Fabian nodded:

"so what?"

"So, so?"

"That's right, we didn't inform him in advance that we were going to flank the Imperial Expeditionary Force with him, and our mission was not to defeat the Imperial Expeditionary Force - so what does the life and death of Archduke Aiden and the Aiden people have to do with us?" Fa Bian asked sincerely.

"Uh, this..."

"What's more, we are just an infantry regiment, not even a thousand people." Fabian interrupted his subordinates directly:

"Even if we can resist the Imperial Expeditionary Force for a moment~www.wuxiaspot.com~, it will not be too late to win the window for Archduke Aiden to attack the back of the Imperial Expeditionary Force; The entire army is annihilated, and it may not be possible to defeat the Imperial Expeditionary Force."

"I don't know if we can do it, I don't have that confidence anyway."

"But……"

"Or do you have this confidence and plan to volunteer?"

"No! Absolutely not, I swear!"

The subordinate hurriedly retracted his neck and shook his head quickly.

"Very well, I think so too." Fabian's face immediately showed a smile of mutual understanding:

"So it's better to throw these suddenly appearing imperial people to Archduke Aiden for a headache. Anyway, that's what he originally planned. We Clovis people are generous and considerate, so we won't compete with Hantu people to belong to them. of glory."

"Then what are we going to do next?" The subordinate pursed his mouth tightly and asked a little scared:

"retreat?"

"Of course not." Fabian's raised mouth continued to rise:

"We want to take advantage of this opportunity and continue to do our own work."

"Our work?"

"Yes, remember what the Deputy Commander sent us to do? Now is a golden opportunity to complete the mission."

Fabian paused for a moment, moved his stiff neck from lying on the ground, and said softly to the confused subordinates:

"We have to take advantage of the opportunity of these imperial cavalry to 'conquer' the position, bypass them and the Aiden Legion on the opposite hill, and before everyone has reacted, put our Clovis's blood-colored unicorn flag... …”

"Put it on the top of the top of the tower!"