I will be crowned king

Deafening guns, uniform military boots, miserable wails... countless sounds were mixed together, intertwined and mixed together on the streets of the inner city, converging into a grand movement called "Destruction".

At 14:38, after receiving the exciting or shocking news of "His Majesty's Assassination", the mutinous legions who were constantly in internal strife united again and reached a consensus through the exchange of interests.

Of course, it's temporary.

The content is very simple: the three legions that have occupied the outer communities of the inner city open their occupied areas, allowing subsequent legions to pass quickly. At the same time, the troops in the offensive sequence immediately abandon their respective occupied areas and hand them over to the two legions that entered the city last. Control, only station a small number of troops on the main transportation routes to ensure that logistics and marching routes are not affected.

In other words, there is an exchange of interests within the eight legions. The legions that advance into the city can attack first, but they cannot prevent the legions behind from passing through their occupied areas; and except for the innermost communities and a few streets where the supply line passes, All were handed over to the two legions that finally entered the city and had no plans to attack the inner city. This was a small amount of compensation.

There is nothing we can do about it... The area of ​​the inner city is less than one-third of the outer city, and the population is only a few hundred thousand. The total number of mutinous legions is nearly 300,000. If all these 300,000 people are allowed to flow into the inner city , it is estimated that there will soon be no "inner city" left.

After discussions among the generals with their own ulterior motives, the final siege force was determined to be that each of the six legions would send a full infantry division of almost 50,000 people to march towards the Osteria Palace from three directions at the same time.

A corps of 50,000 men would not cause any instability in command, but would also be flexible while ensuring a crushing advantage over the Whitehall Street Police and the Storm Legion, the two Privy Council's only remaining combat forces - sufficient It is more than three times that of their combined strength, and their combat power is far beyond that.

Even so, the generals still had some luck and believed that the two sides would not reach the point of conflict... The Franz family is extremely influential within the Whitehall Street police, and Anson Bach is still nominally Sophia Franz. Ci's subordinates are all Ludwig's forces in a strict sense.

As long as they can reach a compromise with Major General Ludwig and leave a place for the Franz family in the future military government, the two sides should not really fight.

After all, Clovis is different from the Empire. The army is not the private property of senior commanders, and it does not have a relationship of affiliation or community of interests. Weird things like the Storm Legion are another matter. Being able to mobilize the legion to participate in the mutiny is almost the same as the generals. Exploiting the limits of what famine and chaos in the War Department could do.

The Whitehall Street Police and the Stormtrooper Corps opposite are troops with dual authorization from the Privy Council and the Royal Family... At this critical moment when the bayonets see red, the morale will definitely be far higher than that of the standing army who still don't know what happened; in the event of an attack Frustrated and stuck in a stalemate, even if the other party only instigates a little, it is difficult to guarantee that there will not be an on-the-spot mutiny among the troops who suddenly come back to their senses.

It was not until this moment that the generals finally realized the importance of a quick victory - it was already past two o'clock in the afternoon, and if they could not end the mutiny and overthrow the Privy Council before dark, they would probably be in trouble.

And when the generals finally came to their senses, the citizens of the inner city who had previously kept the refugees from the outer city out of the community and firmly believed that the rebels did not dare to attack, immediately knew what it meant to empathize and what it meant to be helpless.

Compared with the timidity when they first entered the city, for fear of causing any negative impact, the rebels who were in a hurry no longer restrained themselves. After encountering resistance, they no longer persuaded them to surrender. They directly mobilized heavy artillery to bombard the fortifications built by the militiamen, including people and walls. They all exploded into the sky.

One or two four-pound and six-pound infantry cannons mixed with solid shells and shrapnel shells can only be regarded as supplementary infantry firepower on conventional battlefields, but in narrow streets, citizen parks and squares with lengths and widths less than a thousand meters, That is a nearly invincible existence that can instantly obliterate countless living beings and turn living people into smelly flesh and blood.

Just like in the outer city, the community militiamen did not surrender after suffering a near-annihilation blow, but immediately organized a counterattack; young people with scarlet eyes, whose sanity was swallowed up by the anger of revenge, clutched the rifles in their hands and directed the officers Putting their scoldings behind their heads, they roared and rushed towards the line formation formed by the rebels in twos and threes, and then...

“Bang-bang-bang-bang!!!!”

In a narrow space, facing a dense echelon of stragglers, the volley displayed unimaginable power; the battle changed from luck and the generals' commanding art to an assembly line-like mechanical operation, with expressionless faces. The soldiers were like screws on a conveyor belt, accurately turning all kinds of living people on the opposite side into identical corpses.

It also takes time for human beings with flesh and blood to encounter and accept fear and shock. Before that, their reason will be lost first, and then their minds will enter a pure blank, and then they will be completely dominated by emotions under the premise of instinctive resistance; Only when this short-term passion is exhausted will the mind regain its clarity.

It's a pity that the rebels don't intend to give them this time... long before most people wake up, they have said goodbye to this world forever.

So what happened in the outer city happened again: the militiamen who finally recovered from the initial shock fled in all directions, decisively abandoning their comrades and the officers who were trying to reorganize their front; even the vast majority of them ran away not to leave in the first place. , but returned to his home.

The warm cement brick wall and the wooden door that is less than the width of an arm seem to have some kind of magic power, making them believe that these things are stronger than civil fortifications and can block the rebels' military boots and guns.

It's a pity that most of them - or should I say all - are not spellcasters, nor do they have the power of blood to compete with the army... The rebels who quickly swept away the surrounding areas began to kick open the doors one by one, looting and Loot any loose money they could see; or simply mobilize twelve-pound field guns and shoot rapidly in the direction of dense crowds.

Even if they did not hide at home but ran to other streets, they would still be disappointed to find the same scene there; the rebels, racing against time, advanced very quickly, and after learning from their previous experience in suppressing riots in the outer city, they had initially mastered Experience and skills on how to advance quickly while controlling the occupied area.

Speaking of which, I have to "thank you" to Ludwig... When he was trying to win over the generals, this "genius major general" boasted to others about his experience in flattening the city of Clovis, and specifically mentioned the cannons. Like arson, it works wonders against unorganized mobs in urban warfare.

Now the generals finally have the opportunity to move from theory to practice, but the camp is completely opposite to what Ludwig originally described.

Of course, there are also many wealthy communities in the inner city. Most of them have professional security companies that serve as militia. They also receive special care from the Whitehall Street police. The streets not only build professional fortifications, but also spend huge sums of money to equip them. A small amount of artillery.

Regarding this kind of hedgehog that takes a lot of time to look at and is armed to the teeth, there is a fairly unified consensus among the rebels: don't touch it.

Originally... the streets where you can hire several security companies to work, and even get artillery, are mostly high-end communities where wealthy nobles live; these communities are generally not located on traffic thoroughfares, or have some symbolic significance... for robbery. As for the rebels of time, of course, if you can, try not to fight.

Even so, most streets in the inner city were still not immune to casualties: as the rebels gradually penetrated deeper, the rumbling sound of gunfire and fire began to spread towards the interior; the bustling commercial streets and residential areas in the past were growing rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye. It turned into a burning ruin, and the sound of heavy military boots turned into the death knell at this moment, swallowing up all scenes of peace and prosperity.

This is somewhat deliberate by the generals: the cornerstone of the reformists is the so-called "middle-class citizen group" in Clovis: small businessmen, small industrialists, those who work for public office and earn a salary...these are the largest group of people. The characteristic is that my income is not high, but in addition to meeting basic needs, I still have spare money and time to read newspapers, and I am very passionate about politics.

The generals knew very well that from the moment the rebels entered the inner city, they would not be able to gain any favor from this class; in this case, they would of course be severely punished to weaken the power of the reformists and facilitate They joined forces with the conservatives to destroy the Privy Council and form a military government.

Naturally, such unabashed cruelty will definitely arouse resistance among the citizens, especially when the rebels enter a commercial street like Friedrichstrasse, a tax-heavy area, the police cannot remain indifferent even if they pretend to be dead.

In fact, the police on Whitehall Street had united with militias from various communities to try to block the rebels at several traffic arteries, or at least slow down the opponent's advance, but all ended in vain.

In fact, if it were the former Guards, there might still be hope, but although the current Whitehall Street Police do the same job as the Guards, the equipment level and the quality of the new personnel can be said to be worlds apart.

In addition, the previous batch of high-ranking Guards officers who really understood military affairs were all wiped out after the Clovis City Rebellion. The new ones who came in were completely ignorant of legion-level battles and were defeated in just a few rounds of attacks. He abandoned his armor and ran faster than the militiamen.

After all, it was a professional army, and the police at the bottom still had the basic qualities; as soon as they saw the commander's military flag running in the opposite direction, they understood and collectively turned in.

As for the militiamen who were unable to react, they naturally became the abandoned ones who delayed the rebel attack... But these people obviously found it difficult to complete the task of delaying, and they were soon swallowed up by the torrent of rebels behind them. Amidst the whizzing bullets and wails, feel the deepest despair.

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"It's really... beyond imagination."

Looking at the sea of ​​​​fire outside, Christian Bach, who was leaning on the edge of the window, couldn't help but murmur to himself, with no concealed surprise in his eyes: "Although I didn't expect that things would turn out like this, this is too... …”

"What's too cruel?"

Mrs. Bogner next to her snorted coldly. She curled up on the sofa in front of the fireplace, wearing a sweater without changing her expression: "Young people today are really soaked in honey pots. They take peace for granted." matter."

"Are you kidding me? This is Clovis City, where the richest and noblest people live. As long as these two kinds of people come together, there will be no peace."

"When His Majesty Carlos II first succeeded to the throne, the Guards were directly outside the Ostria Palace, killing the rebels with artillery; and when his father forced the nobles to donate money to support the war, that was also There are heads all over the floor, and the noble blood of the family that has been in the family for hundreds of years is soaking in the pile of corpses, becoming stinky and rotten little by little - where are they now!"

Such a shocking speech made Christian speechless. He could only smile bitterly: "As expected of Mrs. Bogner, we are indeed still too young."

"Yeah, but it doesn't matter. The group of troublemakers outside are also inexperienced - they didn't even think of using cannons until they reached the inner city. Such useful things should have been brought out from the beginning!"

While putting on her sweater, Mrs. Bogner complained: "In matters like mutiny, casualties and losses are secondary. The sooner it ends, the better. Otherwise, if we give the other side time to breathe, things will be in trouble. "

"At the beginning, Carlos's father was very decisive. Nobles who did not donate money were treasonous. Even if they paid back later, they would be beheaded! When Carlos arrived, he was hesitant. In the end, he dragged the Guards to annihilate the rebels outside the palace. Army, how many losses and casualties were added out of thin air?”

"Are you saying that this rebellion will most likely fail?" Christian's eyes lit up: "Do Anson and the others still have hope of winning?"

"What does it mean to have hope of winning? With things like this, there is no way they can lose!"

Mrs. Bogner was very disdainful: "Don't look at the noise of the rebels. In fact, I guess most of the soldiers below don't know what is going on. As long as that little bastard can win a game, Carlos II will come forward in person." , do you think those rebel soldiers will surrender on the spot, tie up their generals, and hand them over to His Majesty?"

"I can finally see it. This is probably the plan of that little bastard. There are only so many troops in Clovis City now. If all the eight legions outside become rebels, he, a loyal minister, will be able to stand up immediately. The established War Department says the same thing!”

"Yes, the Storm Legion, whose grievances have been cleared in this way, can transform from a garrison legion in a remote colony and have the same status as the eight standing legions." Christian nodded slightly:

"As long as His Majesty Carlos II comes forward, everything will be solved."

"As long as His Majesty Carlos comes forward..."