I Will Be The Crowned King

The Imperial Expeditionary Force has gone completely crazy.

As the infantry line finally reached the central position, countless breakthroughs were torn apart by the cuirassiers, and the Aiden Legion, whose organization was close to collapse and still stubbornly resisting, was finally unable to support it and began to retreat.

Facing the orderly imperial bayonet wall, the Aiden's "monkey version" of the Clovis line immediately met each other - lack of training and poor coordination were exposed one by one.

After discovering that they couldn't do it with stubborn resistance, the Aiden immediately showed their "pure bullying and fearing the hard" character... Without any cooperation, without calling for support or leaving behind the broken troops, the rout was complete. scrambling to escape.

Even if Reno Emmanuel took his own guards to supervise the battle, he could not turn the situation around. He could only let the line infantry of the Storm Division in the rear line fill in the gaps in the front line as soon as possible, and at the same time try to close up this group of flies like flies. .

But no matter how they filled it, the vacancies that had already appeared could no longer be taken back; the Imperial Expeditionary Force, which was not afraid of death, had already swarmed in like beasts desperate for food, biting the central position with its stench of blood. .

At the same time, the defenders on the two flanks could not send any reinforcements at all—the imperial line infantry who were responsible for outflanking had already attacked along the hillside!

The Imperial Expeditionary Force never thought that it was just a desperate gamble, but it saw the turn of the war so quickly; the storm division's defense line, which seemed to be impregnable, had been pried open.

Kaspar Herrede looks like he's making a wild gamble, but in reality he's calm; he's cruel, because cruelty is the easiest and most efficient way to mobilize his emotions.

On the battlefield, a person's emotions, emotions, and emotions are insignificant, but a sufficient number of emotions can be transformed from quantitative to qualitative with a little guidance.

The Imperial Expeditionary Force, which has run out of ammunition and food, is now full of fear, and the culmination of fear is anger, and the angry people will be wiped out of all negative emotions, so that they cannot feel pain and fear from the fallen Paoze, so that The enemy has changed from an ordinary foreigner to a hideous one, eager to sleep and eat flesh.

The imperial expedition force of nearly 20,000 people turned into a "self-lightening" mace in his hand - it was full of rusted iron nails.

And his enemy... the "grey shirt army", who is waiting for work, not only has a geographical advantage, but is even a little more skilled than him.

It's good to wait for work, but soldiers in this state also have a small problem, that is, it takes time to go from "preparation" to "combat".

Because soldiers are living people, they are gregarious beasts that are easily influenced by emotions. Before killing people, they must be mentally prepared.

They need the battle to gradually heat up to adapt to the process from relaxation to tension; they need enough security to get through this long or short "adaptation period", and they need brisk drums, motivating bugles, mechanical to mental and physical numbing. A volley of volleys... Finally, it was thrown into a fierce and tragic hand-to-hand battle.

Casper decided to give them none.

There is no adaptation stage, no special protection, no novice stage... It's an instant explosion!

He was going to kick the Clovis to the ground with his iron hooves, stomping 10,000 feet, aiming for their heads...

Then swing the flaming mace and smash it hard!

Smash it hard!

"Boom-!! Boom-!! Boom-!!"

Accompanied by the falling gravel and the sky-high fire, thunder-like explosions were constantly heard from the high ground on the right flank of the coalition forces that had been set on fire by the imperial artillery.

"On the battlefield... a fortress that can be attacked in all directions means that it can be attacked in all directions."

Kasper Hered looked at the sea of ​​fire in the distance, and there was a hint of joy in his beast-like expression.

It's like a painter appreciating the work he just finished.

"The messenger!"

"exist!"

Hearing the commander-in-chief's call, the young knight quickly stepped forward.

"The commander-in-chief of the left wing, I remember... Lid?"

"It's Ser Reed Wharton, commander of the 2nd Infantry Division!" the young knight quickly reminded.

"He's from the Whartons?"

The irritable old man was a little surprised. The tall and quiet middle-aged man in his impression was actually a blood descendant of the "Wild Hunter"?

"Just a distant side branch." The young knight added:

"But he is a talented person who has awakened the power of the bloodline. At the end of this year, he will marry Miss Thema Wharton and become an official member of the 'Wharton Family'."

"Yes?"

A smile appeared on the face of the irritable old man, and the corners of his grinning mouth showed yellowed fangs: "Tell our lucky Sir Lid Wharton to attack immediately and use the blood of the Clovis to witness him against Therma. Lady's Loyalty!"

"Including this 'gift', I'll give him another 60 new wedding cannons!"

"As ordered!"

As the shells piercing the sky gradually became sparse, the Imperial Expeditionary Force's general attack on the coalition's right flank positions officially began.

If the gradual fall of the frontal central position did not touch the coalition soldiers too much, then when the golden iris flag appeared on the hillside, it was the beginning of everyone realizing that something was wrong.

Hundreds of thousands of roars and screams spewed gunfire in the thick smoke on the hillside that was definitely not even. Not to mention the falling figures around him, he frantically attacked the coalition defense line that was already crumbling under the fire.

As more and more infantry rushed into the position, the right-wing position that only needed to face the enemy head-on, soon realized that he might be swept by both sides soon.

The imperial artillery position, which had gradually slowed down its offensive, began to spit orange-red anger towards the right-wing position after sounding the horn of the general attack.

The imperial artillerymen were already red-eyed, and they stuffed the few remaining cannonballs into the already hot barrels. Large swathes of sparks savagely grew in the center of the battle lines on both sides. Soldiers, trenches, and fortifications were blown to dust.

Under Casper's death order, the expeditionary force no longer let the soldiers step on the bombing point, but launched a charge directly in the direction of the bombing point!

After all, after more than ten consecutive days of siege, the expeditionary army has already consumed almost all the shells. Casper must ensure that the last little ammunition cannot be wasted in the slightest, and must smash through the positions of the coalition forces before it is exhausted. , instead of just leaving a bunch of meaningless craters that just changed the terrain.

This also makes the storm division in the fort face a dilemma. If they hide in the trenches to defend against artillery, they will definitely not be able to stop the tide-like imperial line; but if they stand up and fight back, they will be killed by eight pounds together with the madman on the opposite side. Solid bullets and demolition bombs exploded into the sky.

This is no longer an attack, this is a group of beasts on the verge of desperation, intending to pull the enemy to death.

The Storm Division infantry in the artillery fort is not as hard-headed as the Aiden Legion. They can fight bayonet with the imperial cavalry against the blasting point... In the face of the suicide attack of this gang of lunatics, they can only fight and retreat, and support hard.

And a few regiments in charge of the front-line command immediately began to formulate a retreat plan after realizing that the situation was unfavorable and that they might be surrounded.

"Notify the troops on the right flank and approve their withdrawal plan, but only after the first round of the enemy's offensive is over!"

Anson pulled the bolt and shouted to Lieutenant Jason, the cavalry lieutenant behind him, without turning his head; the hot ashes of gunpowder and the remnants of paper shell bullets poured out of the bolt: "Tell them to leave everything else while they retreat. , but all the artillery and ammunition must be destroyed, and none of them are allowed!"

"Don't keep any of them?" The cavalry lieutenant was obviously not willing.

Although those artillery pieces had nothing to do with him, it was a pity just to think that so many artillery pieces were going to be destroyed.

"Leave none!"

Skillfully locking the gun, Anson shouted: "Tell them, I will send reinforcements when it's time to retreat, and no one is allowed to retreat before that—violators of military law!"

"Which martial law?"

"Shoot to death!"

"Yes!"

Slowly raising Leopold in his arms, Anson followed the sight and stared at the frontal battlefield.

The smoke of gunpowder covering everything can block his vision, but it cannot block his eyes - relying on changing the casting range of the incantation, the original "power" that sees everything is raised to an altitude of 50 meters, and most of the battlefield can be seen at a glance.

Throughout the vast land war, in order to avoid exposure or any possible accident, Anson, who was cautious, always avoided using powers.

This is not only because he has changed from a worker to the deputy commander of the legion, and the risk of exposure has increased a lot while his status has risen; it is also the end of the previous black mage, which has left him a very profound lesson.

To the degree of Mace Hornard's prudence, he still couldn't avoid the eyes of the Church of Order. After being discovered to be selfish, he was immediately regarded as an abandoned child by the Rune family.

A newcomer like yourself who is just starting out doesn't even count as blaspheming mages, but only T... uh... building a "beautiful blueprint", how much special treatment can he get if he really gets exposed and becomes the target of public criticism?

Based on this idea of ​​"from the heart", Anson has always avoided using powers-unless at the most unavoidable moment, even in the face of Iser Elf casters, the large-caliber "dagger" revolver and bayonet around his waist is his preference.

But the current situation is obviously the most dangerous juncture!

The scene of most of the battlefield is clearly reflected in my mind. Except for the left-wing position that is still intact because of the least pressure, the entire coalition front is retreating.

According to this momentum, in one or two hours at most, the entire position will be completely controlled by the Imperial Expeditionary Force!

However, the imperial people on the opposite side were equally uncomfortable, and the seemingly aggressive attack was completely piled up with human lives.

In order to open a breakthrough in the trench, they dared to shoot directly at the junction, blasting the enemy and me into the sky.

According to their dispatch, Anson really doubts why the Imperial Expeditionary Force has not mutinied - are they all "enhanced" by some special bloodline power?

But no matter what the reason is, if it goes on like this, if there are no reinforcements coming over, he will really have to retreat!

Although retreating is not a big deal, he can win no matter how he is in the opponent's state... But if he can, Anson still hopes to fight a battle of annihilation.

After all, the propaganda of "Routing the Imperial Expeditionary Army" and "Capturing the Commander-in-Chief alive and wiping out the invading enemy" has a world of difference in effect and dissemination.

The former is only worthy of appearing in the "Kingdom Loyalty News", and as long as the latter is published, it will immediately be the front page headlines of major media across the country!

The value in it, to Anson himself... ahem! What a great significance it is for the interests of the Clovis Kingdom!

So what about reinforcements?

Where are the reinforcements? !

 …

"It's right here!"

Looking at the battlefield that was already close at hand, the excited Arthur Herrid shouted in victory.

Along with his shouting, the entire "Dragon Roar Infantry Regiment" that followed closely behind - Arthur's own name - showed excited expressions.

It's been ten days... It's been more than ten days since I received the "Luring the Enemy" mission!

They never thought that they would be able to catch up with this decisive battle that decided the fate of Hantu!

"Wait, something is not right!" Looking at the thorn flowers and the unicorn flag planted on the high ground, Bernard, the deputy commander of the expeditionary force, was a little flustered:

"Why are the Hantu and Clovis troops guarding the mountain pass, UU read www.uukanshu.com and it seems that they are still a little under-strength - if I remember correctly, Claude Francois There should be at least 60,000 people in hand!"

"And... why is the expeditionary force attacking the mountain pass?!"

"Is this important?!"

Arthur Herreid looked at his brother-in-law with dissatisfaction, and their group rushed back from the Western Front non-stop. What was it for?

"Now the expeditionary force is at war with the enemy, do you want us to go around?!"

"I'm not trying to stop you, I just... forget it." Bernard sighed:

"Do whatever you want...whatever."

"As ordered, Your Excellency Deputy Commander!"

Excited, Arthur did not hesitate, and decisively issued an attack order; the "Dragon Roar Infantry Regiment" of less than 600 people began to attack the heights of the coalition's right-wing position along the mountain.

Although Arthur, who inherited the power of the "Dragon Knight" bloodline, is simple, he has an innate instinct for war and killing. Although he doesn't know what happened on the opposite side, he vaguely guessed that the right wing is an expedition based on the movement. The main direction of the army's attack.

Soon, they encountered the "enemy" who came to stop them.

Arthur raised his head suddenly, and then saw an innocent and lovely girl, moving her short legs, running towards him...cute like an angel.

The only problem is that this "angel" wears a helmet that is a whole circle larger than her head, carries a Borni with a bayonet in his arms, and carries several rifles behind him. A small schoolbag-like sash held tightly around her obviously ill-fitting military uniform, which was covered with grenades.

"Wow ah ah-!!!"