I will be crowned king

Lieutenant Colonel Crown, who was holding a trumpet, had a depressed look on his face, and his expression was even uglier than if he had just been run over by a carriage.

The pupils reflected the image of the line of infantry advancing rapidly, massacring the gangsters. The continuous roaring volleys were like precise meat grinders, leaving the thugs with no room to fight back.

Of course they didn't... The Ministry of War cut off the supply of materials to them three days ago. They have a clear picture of their numbers, equipment, and general strength level. Crushing these people to death is not much more difficult than squeezing a bedbug to death.

Even when executing the order, Crown, who was in charge of the matter, also received a complete "Plan on How to Clear Out Gangsters in the Outer City"... proving that the upper echelons of the Army Department had already considered the aftermath very early. Anyone can do this job.

But the more this happened, the more frightened Crown became, because he suddenly found that he was in a very embarrassing situation, and he was almost becoming the spokesperson of the War Department's accusation against Anson Bach - questioning, escorting, calming public opinion, tracking and monitoring... It’s all your own responsibility!

If the accusation is successful in the end, and the court decides that the Commander-in-Chief of the Storm Legion is treason, of course everyone will be happy. As the highest person in charge, I will be honored, and all the mistakes in my previous work will be overturned. It is not completely impossible to become a colonel. .

But what if... it fails?

Will he be thrown out as a scapegoat by the War Department, to quell the accountability from the Privy Council and the courts, and become an outcast to protect the entire War Department?

Crown thinks this is entirely possible.

If there is any organization in the world that is best at framing blame, lying to superiors and hiding from inferiors, shirking responsibilities, and failing to report knowledge...the Army Department can at least be ranked in the top three, with the Church Bank and the Privy Council being the first and second respectively.

Being able to be selected as the person in charge by the Ministry of War is enough to prove that Crown is a smart person. As a smart person, the most important thing at a time like this is of course to get out as soon as possible to avoid being blamed for something that obviously has nothing to do with him. On the body.

However, the Army Department is a place where there is no shortage of smart people. Of course, the things he can think of can also be thought of by other smart people, and they are even very "considerate" and have considered them for him... everything involving "Anson Bach" Everything is dominated by the documents submitted by Crown. Everything must be consulted with him first, and even his boss has to be queued behind.

To put it simply, it’s useless for you to run. You are responsible for all actions, and all work is carried out according to your ideas. You are the first responsible person, and the one who made the Ministry of War make this determination... everything. It started with you, and of course it should end with you.

Feeling more and more like an abandoned son, Lieutenant Colonel Crowne burst out with great enthusiasm for work. He must now smash 10,000 nails into the coffin board of "Anson Bach is a traitor" to ensure that Someone doesn't come back from the dead and crawl out of it, or he's really out of luck.

"It's so surprising that I will be rescued by the Army other than my Storm Legion colleagues in this life!"

The military doctor who was pulled out of the ruins of the casino looked at Lieutenant Colonel Crown with a smile, not paying any attention to the two soldiers behind him who were tying him up: "Why, I finally plan to do something good and prove that I am a loyal minister of His Majesty. ?”

Lieutenant Colonel Crown, who narrowed his eyes slightly and suppressed the anger in his heart, threw the iron trumpet to the guard. He approached the military doctor with his hands behind his back and carefully looked at the other person's smiling face:

"Do you... feel very proud?"

"It dug out the so-called dark side and forced the Ministry of War to take action. To this end, it did not hesitate to shake the unity within the army, disrupt the political balance, and put His Majesty in a dilemma... just to clear your commander-in-chief's mind. The crime on his body?"

"Don't you think it's very inappropriate to torment everyone with such a big fanfare and have everyone circle around him?"

He spoke cold words with a gentle expression, and looking at himself reflected in the other person's pupils, the military doctor even felt like he was confronting a crocodile that had been hungry for half a month.

"I don't want to cause you and me too much trouble, so Mr. Hank, tell me the purpose of your visit and the mission assigned to you by Anson Bach. You can leave now. The two infantry regiments behind me will pretend I don’t see you being a bounty hunter who is doing illegal business under the guise of a veterinarian.”

"Really, then you are so kind." The military doctor smiled happily:

"So kindhearted people, what will happen if I don't tell you, kill me?"

He is not afraid of being exposed at all. After all, he started working as a bounty hunter before joining the Storm Legion. The levy corps does not prohibit soldiers and officers from having "side jobs". After the Battle of the Court of Yser, he became a regular employee. As an officer, as long as he is not caught, a lieutenant colonel is not qualified to decide whether he will stay or leave.

"Of course not." Crown was still very polite:

"Just in accordance with the army's internal review rules, we will detain you from now on until the Storm Legion comes to pick you up - by the way, even if they come, you appear at the gang crime scene and can't produce any evidence to prove your innocence, we You can also be detained for no more than three days.”

"Three days...A lot of things may happen during this period, many...things that none of us want to happen, what do you think?"

"...You threaten me?"

"I personally prefer to think of it as persuasion." Lieutenant Colonel Crown shook his head: "It's just a matter of a few words, why do you make the relationship so tense? You are an excellent military doctor and skirmisher captain. In any case, Everyone in the army has a bright future, and I would be very happy to help you find a better position. How about working in the Surveying and Mapping Section of the General Staff?"

"It sounds like a job that requires you to go out a lot. Is it hard?"

"It's not hard work. No one will force you to go out if you don't want to. The salary is only slightly less than the lieutenant colonel's allowance. It allows you to rent a house in the best part of the White Lake District, go to clubs three times a week, and spend money in restaurants on Friedrichstrasse. I can afford it.”

"so good?"

"No, no, no, what's really good about it is that other staff officers may not be able to squeeze in even if they have five years of experience from graduation to working, but you only need a few words." Crown's face began to turn gloomy:

"But it seems to me that you are not going to cherish this opportunity."

The military doctor's smile grew wider and wider, as if he was completely unaware that he had fallen into a dead end. Just a few words from the other party could make his life worse than death in the next few days.

The two of them faced each other indifferently for several minutes, until a guard squeezed in from the back. Although he deliberately kept a straight face to appear calm and calm, he still showed a flash of panic when he whispered beside Croun.

"It seems like our rare time together is coming to an end."

After rejecting the soldier who couldn't hide his emotions at all, the cold-faced Lieutenant Colonel Crown took a deep breath: "It's really a pity. I could have taken you back directly and enjoyed the warm hospitality of the Army Department."

"It doesn't matter, just write it down first." The tied-up military doctor shrugged - because he couldn't do it at all now: "I have a hunch that sooner or later you will beg us for help."

"...If I were you, I wouldn't be so confident."

"That's because you weren't so proud." The military doctor planned to chat to death: "If you had worked on one or two projects under the Commander-in-Chief... I mean participated in one or two battles, you would also be like that Confidence, really!”

Crown didn't want to talk to him anymore. He waved his hand behind him coldly, gritted his teeth and left the scene with the soldiers.

In less than ten minutes, Carl Bain, who hurriedly arrived with the Grenadier Regiment, saw the empty streets, the messy casinos, and the military chief tied to a pillar on the street. The expression on his face suddenly changed. Extraordinarily exciting.

"Hey, why did you come here?"

The head of the military doctor with a surprised look was full of question marks. He was actually ready to be tortured by the Ministry of War. He never expected to see rescue soldiers at this time: "Isn't the Storm Legion not allowed to leave the station? Why? …”

"Why all of a sudden? Don't ask me about this kind of thing!" The chief of staff waved his hand lazily: "I was just notified at short notice by a certain commander-in-chief to quickly lead the Grenadier Regiment into the city. There is nothing else left. Not sure."

"Oh, there is no need to ask what the others are doing - they are all in the military camp. The Storm Legion was ordered to enter the city and perform tasks in coordination with other legions. The time limit is five days to eliminate all potential unrest factors in the outer city - all officers have returned to the team, except You, the military doctor!"

"...As ordered?"

The head of the military doctor was spinning rapidly, but the more he thought about it, the more strange he felt: "Whose order?"

"Who can force the Ministry of War to release people, and also name us 'suspects' to perform tasks... Well, think about it." Karl took out a cigarette case from his pocket:

"Aside from His Majesty Carlos II, is there anyone else?"

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"According to my king Jun's decree——

The Storm Legion was appointed to leave the station immediately, and in coordination with the Ministry of War, the Legion was assigned to enter the outer city of Clovis to carry out clearing operations against all potential unstable factors. The time limit is five days. It is necessary to ensure that the public security of the royal capital is good without delay!

This appointment order takes effect immediately upon issuance - the Privy Council of the Kingdom of Clovis! "

After reading the order in his hand, the serious Viscount Bogner also smiled and handed the document out with both hands: "Congratulations, Brigadier General Anson Bach. From now until five days later, the Storm Legion will not be subject to any constraints from the Ministry of War. You can finally do what you want to do with confidence and boldness!”

"Thank you."

Anson, who was kneeling on one knee, slowly stood up and took the document with both hands with a smile: "Welcome to you, Your Excellency Viscount Bognar, for finally returning to Clovis City safely."

"Yeah... finally back."

Thinking of the various difficulties and obstacles along the way, Viscount Bogner sighed with emotion as if he was still in fear: "To be honest, I once thought that I almost wouldn't be able to come back."

As a representative of the "renovation faction" in the Privy Council, Viscount Bognar not only had a bad relationship with the Ministry of War, but also the conservative wealthy Clovis family did not like him very much; not only did he leave the city of Clovis The intelligence was leaked to the War Department, and many methods were used to organize his return at this time.

The most direct and useful trick is to tamper with the train schedule he has scheduled - the railway committee is also a member of the reformists. Even for his own safety, Viscount Bogner will definitely use the steam train as his own travel first choice.

Bribing the conductors, destroying the rails, and poisoning the food... Although it would not kill Viscount Bogner, it would at least serve as a deterrent and make him temporarily give up the idea of ​​coming back.

It is not difficult for anyone with a discerning eye to see that since the Ministry of War suddenly started to attack and the war with the Empire has temporarily come to an end, the conflicts within Clovis for power and profit can no longer be resolved. Even if Carlos II himself is willing to make concessions for the sake of balance, other large and small Small forces will not agree to bow their heads.

At this time, representatives of the reformists cannot appear at the Privy Council meeting, which in itself will greatly damage their confidence; kicking out a strong competitor early, leaving the Privy Council, whether controlled by conservative wealthy families, or the Privy Council who can't wait to "big policy" It is obviously easier for the Army Department to get angry and use force.

"The protection of the Order has allowed us to have you as a reinforcement that dropped from the sky." Viscount Bognar was filled with gratitude: "If you hadn't attracted their attention with your high-profile actions in Clovis City, if the Ministry of War had really sent The killer who intercepted me will never come back, even if it is true."

"No, no, you are exaggerating."

Anson twitched the corners of his lips. Now he no longer takes the other party's gratitude seriously: "Everything is decided by His Majesty. We loyal ministers are not afraid from the bottom of our hearts."

"That's right, it's all His Majesty's insight!" Viscount Bognar quickly followed up:

"But talking about this...there are only three days left before the court session. How sure are you?"

"With all due respect, time is quite tight right now. We don't need to be in such a hurry. If you need it, I can go to the palace immediately and ask your Majesty to postpone the court session. Although it may be a bit difficult, I still have some confidence. of."

He sounded like he was thinking about Anson both inside and outside of his words. In fact, he was making a very explicit statement - I don’t think you can catch the whispers within three days, and it’s impossible for most of Clovis City to stand by you. Here, now that the court is in session, it’s almost a sure win, so let’s play it safe.

How to be sure... Of course, in a few days, when you have even a little bit of success here, I can help you to boast more achievements. By then, there will be no credit but hard work, and I can still save some favors.

"That's not necessary."

"...are you really that confident?"

"It's absolutely true." Anson smiled lightly and said:

"Believe it or not, if necessary, I can catch Whisper back now."