I will be crowned king

The moment the shell hit the ground, the entire battlefield fell silent.

The black shadow that made a terrifying whistling sound landed near the two people, and the entire ground collapsed, and piles of earth and rocks rushed into the sky like geysers.

The air wave of the cannonball hitting the ground knocked him and the young knight away directly, and they were thrown into the trench ten steps away with a loud noise. Pieces of earth and rocks fell from the sky, burying the two of them underneath. .

Anson, who was lying on his back, felt that his mind went blank, and all the bones in his body felt like they were about to break, and he gritted his teeth in pain.

The young knight next to him lay motionless on his shoulder, seemingly fainted.

Ten minutes later, Anson, who was "buried alive" in the trench, heard footsteps coming from outside.

"Is it this way?"

"Uh... I remember it was right here."

"What does it mean like?!"

Well, the voice should be Carl Bain.

Anson breathed a long sigh of relief and pushed himself up with some difficulty.

Soon, a group of Clovis soldiers hurriedly dug him and the young knight out of the trench amidst Karl's yelling and cursing. Anson, who was not fully awake after being bombed, looked up and saw Karl's face full of embarrassment. But without losing his expression of joy.

The wrong cannonball was used on the battlefield and almost killed his nominal commander - how can I explain this in a way that is reasonable and convincing, and will not lead to him being shot dead by the opponent?

"Well... I know you want to shoot me to death now, but please believe that this is what happened. It..."

"Come on."

Anson waved his hands helplessly. He was mentally prepared when he decided to use this artillery.

Of course, it was a preparation for the whole army to be defeated when the artillery exploded, not a preparation for being aimed too accurately by one's own people and almost being blown apart by a single cannon.

Thick gunpowder smoke mixed with fog filled the surroundings. On the siege position that was littered everywhere, apart from corpses, there was no trace of an imperial soldier. Only the tattered golden iris flags were still hunting in the cold wind.

"The enemy retreated?"

Karl, who was standing next to Anson, coughed twice: "Yes! Those scumbag soldiers from the empire saw their knight master being shelled together with you... Well, in short, they all ran away."

"I haven't had time to ask about the casualties, but apart from that round of charges, there were almost none. There were more dead people on the ground than the Empire did - I don't know how many people would have died if I had chosen to break out at that time, but it was definitely more than now... much more a lot of."

Karl sighed: "Captain Anson Bach, we won...you won."

"Won?"

Anson, who was muttering to himself, raised his head and scanned the surrounding battlefield with his still somewhat blurry vision.

"The fog... is about to lift."

"Well, it's almost time to leave."

Karl nodded. Now standing in the trench, he could clearly see the artillery position a hundred meters away.

"Then the enemies also retreated."

"Yes, there are still a lot of people who fled..."

Karl, who spoke subconsciously, froze before he could finish speaking.

He turned back stiffly, and then saw Anson staring at him. The two men, who also looked nervous, looked in the direction of Thunder Castle Fortress.

The fog has cleared and the Imperial soldiers have retreated. Can't the defenders of Thunder Castle be able to shell the position? !

"What should I do with this guy?" The pale Karl pointed at the young knight who fainted on the ground.

"take away!"

A group of people hurriedly tied up the unconscious Louis and ran towards the artillery position without looking back.

Almost at the same time they rushed into the fortress, a red light like the setting sun lit up above the fortress of Thunder Castle.

"boom----!!!!"

With thunderous noises and debris flying all over the sky, the bombardment began.

Mortars, howitzers, cannons... countless heavy artillery roared angrily, pouring out dazzling streams of fire in the direction of the artillery position, symbolizing death.

Countless artillery shells, dragging extremely bright bullet marks under the sky, fell from the sky like a downpour; or they fell heavily to the ground, and the surrounding ground collapsed instantly, and the rolled up air waves swept away everything around them. ; Or it explodes in mid-air, with hundreds of lead bullets shooting out; or it explodes on the ground, with flames rising into the sky...

Not only the artillery forts, but the entire siege position screamed shrilly amid the violent bombardment - patches of temporary fortifications were either smashed into ruins or burning in the fire; the cold soil in winter, under the light of fire and air waves, Cracked and collapsed during baptism.

The private soldiers who had just repelled several times the enemy did not even have time to celebrate. They scattered one by one and hid in various corners of the fort. They clung to the protective wall and shivered, feeling very helpless.

Even the excited Carl Bain looked pale at the moment and looked at Anson and the young knight tied up behind him in panic:

"I said, who on earth did you catch and come back to make the other side fire so hysterically?!"

"The Imperial Knight seems to be a noble."

"Nonsense, you can tell he's a noble by looking at him, I'm asking for his name!" Karl's voice was a bit hysterical.

"Hmm...it seems to be called Louis Bernard."

"What?!"

Karl, whose face turned pale in an instant, rushed up and grabbed Anson's collar despite the gunfire, staring at the relaxed face with frightened and angry eyes: "My adjutant! You, you know What is the name of the imperial general in the fortress?!"

"have no idea."

Anson shook his head honestly.

"Krog Bernard, a high-ranking knight of the empire, heir to the Grand Duchy of Adlan, you are arresting his biological brother!"

He yelled this sentence with all his strength, and Karl, who was immediately lost, weakly loosened the expressionless Anson's collar, and slumped aside as if his strength had been drained, and kept muttering "Dead". Words like "It's over".

Anson, who was leaning against the parapet, was extremely relaxed at the moment.

The opponent's artillery fire meant that they would not attack until the artillery bombardment was over; the messy and untargeted carpet bombardment spread throughout the siege position proved that they opened fire directly without adjusting the artillery position.

In other words, this is just a retaliatory counterattack caused by the enemy's temporary anger. It is the least threatening of all attacks and can also consume the enemy's artillery shells.

What we should really worry about is what to do after the bombardment is over.

Although the possibility is slim, if the main force on our side is really frightened by the enemy's surprise attack and dare not fight back even though they know that the position has not been lost, then they will be completely doomed.

There is only one heavy artillery and over 200 troops on our side. There is a fortress artillery support on the opposite side, several times our own infantry, and it is said that there is also cavalry - no matter whether we hold on to the fortress or retreat, there is absolutely no way to survive.

If that step is reached, a certain preparatory plan that has just been discovered must be launched... The expressionless Anson slowly looked back, looking at Louis Bernard who was sleeping in a coma with pure eyes like looking at some treasure.

Although some of them were a little unkempt from the trenches and were covered in blood, if you look closely, they are still quite delicate, and their faces under the golden hair are slightly baby-like.

I hope that for the sake of his lovely brother, Mr. Kroger Bernard can give up their battle achievements of more than two hundred heads...

After an unknown amount of time, the sound of gunfire finally stopped.

Fire and gunpowder smoke steamed over the siege position that had completely changed its appearance.

The battlefield became silent again.

In the silent fort, the frightened soldiers looked at each other. Everyone wanted to know what the situation was like outside, but no one dared to poke their heads out.

Kal Bain, who looked like a dead man, collapsed on the ground, exuding an aura of despair.

Anson, who looked around, sighed and stood up.

The moment he stood up, he could feel how many pairs of eyes were staring at him from behind; with a little uneasiness, he looked in the direction of Thunder Castle.

Then he froze.

The fortress in the distance opened the city defense gate, but there were no troops fighting out of the city; there were only imperial soldiers who had just been defeated under the fort formation and fled.

There is no offense, that is to say...

Anson immediately looked back and his eyes widened.

Under the slowly rising sun, under the clear sky.

A familiar red and black color was slowly filling the entire horizon he could see, little by little.

The color is like a quiet tide, climbing over the small hill at the end of the sight, stretching across the land in neat steps and columns.

The leading cavalrymen held high the battle flag. On the black flag, a blood-red unicorn looked up to the sky and hissed.

Looking at the neatly arranged and high-spirited soldiers, the expressionless Anson raised the corner of his mouth and kicked Karl on the shoulder who was still pretending to be dead:

"Hey, get up and take a look, our reinforcements are coming."