I Will Be The Crowned King

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"La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la..."

Humming a light-hearted little tune, Lisa, the chief sheriff (former), dragged the two suspected corpses on the ground into the snow pit she just dug while pulling on the rope, and skillfully used only one hand and mouth to give her beloved one. Shotgun fired.

The reason for such a good habit is entirely a sense of responsibility that the girl consciously develops: the new world full of ice and snow is a very dangerous place. Food for animals—and sometimes even more than just animals.

A beast that has seen blood in a sparsely populated colony is one of the most terrifying hazards to community security, and if the sight of blood is... In case of an unknown disease or even a plague, it will definitely be a fatal blow to the already sparsely populated colony.

Of course, in addition to these important reasons, there is a small reason, that the great sheriff has become more and more obsessed with the convenient and easy-to-use weapon of the shotgun.

Cleaning up the mess after work and not causing trouble to others is what a good girl should do.

And Lisa is a good girl!

Sprinkling the "endgame" into the snow pit, the girl inserted the matching gun in the snow, "Hey yo~ hey yo~" started waving the shovel, and soon the scene that was smashed by her own gun was restored to its original state - Except that there is no "as is" anymore.

"Ugh?"

Staring with curious eyes, the girl picked up something resembling an animal horn from the snowdrift. The blood stains proved that it must have belonged to the two criminals just now. The most important thing is that the girl suddenly felt this thing. It's very familiar, I seem to have seen it somewhere.

"Where is it?"

Lisa, who tilted her small head, looked up at the sky, and with the faint sunlight, she put the thing between her eyes and observed it curiously.

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"Beast slave?!"

Perhaps too shocked to think, Carl blurted out with a dazed face, and unconsciously exerted strength with the hands that were pressing the black-robed priest's shoulders.

"It's a beast slave... a mercenary group!"

The blushing Karin Jacques' facial features were twisted into a ball, and the chief of staff pinched him to the point where he couldn't breathe and did not dare to resist: "Sail City has hired a large number of adventurers and mercenary groups, offering rewards to liberals and Anson Bach's Heads, they are one of them!"

"Ah... how is this possible?"

"Nothing is impossible! A group of beast slaves betrayed their clan to join the colony in order to survive, and became thugs hired by the Autonomous Council to clean up their compatriots who were active near the colony - believe me, this is also in Beluga Harbor. It's a bit rare, but for a large colony like Yangfan City that has been around for hundreds of years, it's nothing at all."

Carl's attitude towards this answer was skeptical, but Anson did mention that this apprentice priest named Carlin Jacques and that "novelist" possessed some special information channels:

"Then what else?"

"No, really no more, I know so much!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the black-robed priest suddenly changed his words: "Wait, there's one more!"

"What?!" Carl asked excitedly.

Carlin Jacques: "Let go, you're going to strangle me!"

Carl Bain: "…"

Looking at the black-robed priest who was lying on the ground and coughing desperately, he just breathed a sigh of relief, and Carl, who felt safe, tensed his nerves again.

Zheng Dang was anxiously looking for cigarettes all over his body, but suddenly remembered that he was fully armed when he fell into the ruins of the lounge, and Lieutenant Colonel Norton Crosell, who was still carrying a Leopold in his hand, pushed the door and walked away. enter.

"The troops are ready and ready to act at any time - Miss Lisa's guard company has also set off ahead of schedule and is hunting the exposed attackers all over the city." Lieutenant Colonel Norton, who always had a serious face, said solemnly, giving the Leopold in his hand with a bayonet:

"It's already messed up outside. There are mercenaries and bandits who appear out of nowhere, or guys who are both mercenaries and bandits, killing and looting all over the city."

"We have a total of eight companies. You take five companies to control the gate and the city defense stronghold. The rest stay with me in the city and go to the parliament hall to protect the commander-in-chief and those colonial representatives."

This is also the result that the two negotiated before - since there are not many troops, then simply give up the direct suppression, so that the attackers mistakenly think that the Storm Division is ready to escape; when they are completely troubled and no longer hide, it will be convenient for the large troops to suppress.

"Okay, but Lieutenant Colonel Norton, I have something to remind you."

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the black-robed priest who hid in the corner at an unknown time, and Carl said solemnly: "According to the important information I just got, there are not only ordinary assassins in the city, but also a group of members hired by Sail City. The mercenary group composed entirely of beasts-indigenous people has also... what is your expression?"

"nothing!"

Norton subconsciously and decisively denied it, but his constantly shrinking pupils and his rapidly evolving expression from calm to panic have already explained everything:

"Just when we arranged for the troops to take over the Winter Torch City Barracks, there seemed to be a few raw beast slaves nearby. It was said that they were helping the militiamen with some chores in the camp..."

"Well, I didn't mean to interrupt the two of you."

The trembling voice of the black-robed priest suddenly sounded in the corner, and his trembling right hand pointed to the window beside him: "But you'd better come and take a look at this."

Um? !

Realizing what, the two turned their heads at the same time, and rushed out of the door decisively: I saw that in the snow, the golden red fire was connected to a wall of fire along the longhouse of the militia camp; It is constantly surging upwards, and there is even a tendency to spread.

In the flames, firecracker-like gunshots could even be heard, mixed with shrill screams echoing in the sea of ​​​​fire... Even if they didn't see it with their own eyes, it was not difficult for the two of them to imagine the miserable state of the militia - the dense gunshots always burst. There was a burst of sound, and it was clear that the battle had turned into a one-sided slaughter.

"Strange, even if they are attacked by the enemy, a group of heavily armed militia should not be given to the unarmed indigenous people... Wait!"

The suddenly realized Carl turned his head to look at Norton, and found that the other party was looking at him with the same expression: "You, you won't be already..."

"The militia in Winter Torch City have been disarmed." Lieutenant Colonel Norton's face was extremely ugly:

"Intelligence says that the attackers have infiltrated Winter Torch City, and they are probably inside the militia - but all the weapons are locked in the arsenal of the barracks, and the weapons on the opposite side should have been brought with them when they sneaked into the city."

"What weapons? I mean in the arsenal!"

"Not much, only two thousand muzzle-loading rifles, and one..."

"boom-!!"

Before the words fell, the stunned two heard a loud noise and watched as the whistling shadow rushed out of the sea of ​​​​fire, smashing the Ring of Order badge at the top of the parliamentary hall.

Looking at the direction from which the cannon came from, Carl couldn't help twitching his throat:

"You just said they have a… what?"

"One..." Lieutenant Colonel Norton, whose cheeks were twitching, paused, desperately taking deep breaths to regain his composure:

"Old-fashioned, twenty-four-pounder."

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"Long live-!!"

Looking at the marble relief of the Ring of Order, which was smashed by a cannonball, and turned into a pile of tattered ruins in the smoke of gunpowder, fierce cheers erupted immediately from the burning barracks - the ecstatic beast slave mercenaries waved excitedly. The messy, odd-shaped weapons in their hands express their heartfelt hatred for the colonists and their beliefs in the most direct way.

Even if they have already betrayed their compatriots and beliefs, they have become the lackeys of another group of colonists.

While cheering, they have not forgotten their "work": the barracks drowned in firelight and thick smoke were full of mournful and mournful sounds; dozens or hundreds of unarmed Winter Torch City militiamen were swept away by people who were not even in the past. Dare to look up and face their "beast slaves" wanton slaughter.

Barracks, warehouses, fences, trenches, fences... the layers of corpses fell into a mass in a pool of blood, and were wantonly slaughtered like livestock. The hideous faces seemed to have exhausted their last strength in mourning.

Some of the "lucky ones" who escaped the initial attack and managed to escape were also used as prey and mobile targets to practice marksmanship, and fell on the way to the gate of the military camp, without exception; A "Blood River Road" composed of corpses was formed.

"Okay, stop me!"

In the chaos, an unusually angry voice sounded in the carnival: "Don't waste time with these bastards, we still have business to do!"

Looking at the **** who was still jumping on a pile of corpses and celebrating his victory, as the leader of this "beast slave mercenary group" in name, Xie Gren felt that his horn was aching.

The reason why it is only "in name" is because Yangfan City has never given him any official name. Those "senators" who are rich and afraid of death will only give him a sum of money for beast slaves, plus they can be filled with money. Three or four carriages of salt, cotton cloth and bread, and then let them recruit those compatriots who are not afraid of death.

Although Shegren never felt that these guys were his compatriots, he only had one-quarter of the beast slave blood, and the remaining three-quarters were the purest human blood, and one-quarter of them even came from a certain imperial noble. - He cares about that.

Under his urging, the beast slave mercenaries reluctantly gathered in the open space in the center of the barracks; although they were not their real leaders, the other party was holding precious salt and cotton cloth, which their clan could not afford. produce something that is indispensable.

In addition, they are not opponents of Shegren - conquering a native warrior, sometimes it is so simple and rude.

Ten minutes later, looking at the three or four hundred fully-armed beast slave mercenaries assembled in the open space, Xie Gelen finally showed a somewhat satisfied expression, and even the pain was relieved a lot: "Has the arsenal been emptied? "

"Evacuated—except for the cannon, everything that can be taken away will be taken away. If you can't take it away, it will be destroyed according to your instructions, leaving only a pile of scrap metal for the enemy!"

The beast slave mercenary who took the initiative to report was very excited: "Now each of our soldiers has three guns and dozens of rounds of ammunition!"

"So much?!" Xie Glenn was equally surprised, this number was really beyond his expectations.

"That's all - and until now, the Clovis people in the city are still desperate, the outside is about to be in chaos, and the council doesn't even have guards, it's an empty city at all!"

"Empty city?!"

"Empty city!"

"Since this is the case, there is no need to wait any longer!" Xie Glenn said excitedly:

"Everyone come with me and take down the council - Sailing City 'that lord' said that each traitor's head is worth ten gold coins, and if the complete body is brought back, it will be twenty!"

"And...and that Clovis man named Anson Bach, do you know how much he's worth?"

Without waiting for others to guess, Xie Glenn opened his left hand and gave the answer: "Five carts, five carts of salt!"

"The lord himself told me that anyone who can give Anson Bach's head to him should give that person enough salt to fill five wagons—not the yellow-black lumps of salt, but white as snow. , fine as beach sand, table salt in a linen bag!"

It's actually ten cars... Xie Glenn added in his heart; after all, a mercenary leader who is not good at deducting project funds is definitely not a good contractor.

For example, for the head of the liberals, the reward for Yangfan City is 100 gold coins, and 200 is captured alive, and he is directly exploited by 9/10-it is because it is too difficult to kill a commander-in-chief, which makes him "generous" a lot.

But even if there were only five cars, the beast slave mercenaries present were very excited—even though they had been with the colonists for two hundred years, compared to gold coins, the indigenous people still loved the convenient and warm cotton cloth, and they didn’t like eating too much. Will be sick and poisoned, the color of white salt.

Those "shiny little sequins" will not only attract the curse of the shadow demon, but also have no use for their own clan; after all, ordinary natives can't buy anything even if they have money, even if they have money. Caught in mines or prisons as thieves or robbers.

When he thought that these subordinates could not spend the gold coins they had earned, UU reading www.uukanshu.com still had to "trouble" themselves to exchange them in the city to get what they wanted.

"Brothers—my dearest fellow brothers!"

Xie Gren opened his arms and shouted at the beast slave mercenaries whose eyes were already hot: "Winter Torch City has surrendered to our feet, in that parliament hall, there are not enemies at all, but piles of them. The gold coins are the treasures waiting for us to get and grab!"

"Now... Which warrior is willing to join me and take away the good things that belong to us?!"

"I want to—!!"

Wave after wave of cheers resounded through the sky.

Hundreds of fully-armed bloodthirsty mercenaries rushed out of the sea of ​​flames, pouring into the already chaotic streets like a torrent, heading straight for the unguarded landmarks, only a group of trembling, cowardly and cowardly buildings.

A unilateral slaughter battle is about to be staged in Winter Torch City in late spring.