I will be crowned king

At 18:33, the "jumping rebels" who had completely captured the entrance to the inner and outer city areas, after completely wiping out the remnants of friendly forces still resisting in the outer city areas, took nearly 200,000 soldiers with them and began to move inward like a flood. Influx into urban areas.

As for what happened today, most of the soldiers who were still hungry were still confused. They really just obeyed the orders of the officers, and they could also look pale and The hesitant commander could see that they actually didn't know much.

But there is no way. It is the bounden duty of soldiers to obey orders, and Clovis attaches great importance to this. Officers who organize rebellions naturally have their superiors who are the masterminds responsible. Soldiers who disobey orders on the battlefield can be summarily executed or shot to death.

More than 200,000 people have been hungry for most of the day. It is quite a luxury to stay awake when there are stars in front of you. You can only act completely according to instinct, obey the orders of your superiors unconditionally, do whatever you want, and aim your guns. Target whoever you want, and simply give up thinking.

What's more, the situation was changing too fast, let alone them. Even the generals who organized the mutiny were beginning to be confused: at first they just wanted to intimidate the Privy Council in exchange for some bargaining chips, but who would have thought that it actually turned into a mutiny? , the king was also killed, and he became a rebel who colluded with the old god sect. The remnant party of the Army Department had been destroyed. Then he took the initiative to rebel and became a clown. The one who refused to surrender actually reached an agreement with the rebel army...

It’s messy, it’s so messy.

Faced with betrayal and stabbing their own friendly forces in the back, the 60,000 rebels who were suppressed in the inner city showed amazing resilience and combat effectiveness. Even if they lost their most critical stronghold, they still retreated step by step to block attacks on them in the outer city. strangled.

The wide streets and complex terrain of Clovis City gave them some breathing room. Although the strength of both sides has reached five or even six figures, the area that can really engage the enemy is pitifully small. There is almost no room for heavy artillery. One or two six-pounders can block the entire street, preventing the attackers from raising their heads easily. The number of troops that can be invested in a battlefield at the same time is no more than half a company.

In this case, the numerical advantage in defecting the rebels has turned into a disadvantage. Most of them even belong to a certain regiment in the inner city. If they want to pull the trigger on their comrades who usually get along day and night, no matter what, There will be a lot of psychological pressure.

The two generals who were determined to surrender quickly realized this and tried to adjust the order and deployment of the army's attack, but found that it was too late: most of their cores were still further outside, and neither of them were in front. A unit directly under the corps, but one that surrendered more than an hour ago.

These people occupy most of the space on the front line. If you want to remove them to make way for the passage and send your own people, even if you are willing to obey the order obediently, I am afraid that you will have to stage a big rout first.

At the same time, the rebels in the inner city, who had been outflanked from both sides, became more and more courageous in fighting. Even though everyone was shouting to beat them, not to mention the Storm Legion and Whitehall Street police, even the militiamen dared to attack them. But there are still no signs of surrender.

In fact, they know better than the rebels in the outer city. At this point, there is no room for maneuver. No matter how magnanimous the royal family and the Privy Council are, they will not show mercy to those who threaten the Osteria Palace; even if they immediately disarm Surrender, what awaits them is nothing more than exile and execution.

Instead of feeling aggrieved and being manipulated at will, it would be more pleasant to die here, or...

Show that you won't surrender voluntarily in exchange for a slightly better result.

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"...And this is also Lord Anson's expectation."

In the dilapidated cafe, the pale-faced clerk restrained his trembling figure while facing the generals who were sitting around him and looking at each other coldly: "You are all the pillars of the Kingdom of Clovis. It is the most important and scarce resource of the kingdom. If the opportunity to serve the kingdom is lost forever because of such a small accident, it will be a completely irreparable loss."

"Adhering to the greatest goodwill towards everyone, Mr. Ansen has specially entrusted me to remind you that you must not surrender so easily and become a fish at the mercy of others, otherwise..."

"A small accident?" The cold words interrupted the little secretary, and the bearded general blew out a smoke ring: "Your master... called what happened today a small... accident?"

"Exactly, the Honorable Lieutenant General Paul Markenson."

The young secretary nodded respectfully, and his trembling legs gradually stopped moving: "In the final analysis, what happened today is the result of the legacy of the War Department, the reckless policies implemented by the Privy Council, and the sudden natural disasters. , cannot be entirely blamed on the mutinous army."

"If there hadn't been a sudden famine, everyone wouldn't have been so emotional that they lost their minds; if the Privy Council had exercised some restraint when formulating policies, the Army wouldn't have thought that it would be used against itself; if there hadn't been the Secretary of the Army's time to advocate and create anxiety, No one would immediately think of launching a mutiny to express their dissatisfaction."

"In short, the purpose of my coming is not to create opposition and contradiction among everyone, but to solve the problem." The little secretary sat uprightly on the chair:

"As long as everyone is willing to cooperate, my master, Brigadier General Anson Bach, will definitely have a way to get you out of the worst outcome and avoid being liquidated by the Privy Council and the royal family."

"Your master Anson Bach...Brigadier General."

Paul Mackenson blew out a smoke ring: "What qualifications does he have and what ability does he have to fight for us?"

"Don't think we don't know that the people in charge of the Privy Council are Franz and his son. No matter how hard he works, Anson Bach is just a subordinate of the Franz family. If the rebellion is not put down in time, he will not be able to protect himself. , can it also help us escape from liquidation?"

"Exactly." The little secretary replied without hesitation: "Not only that, he can also help you clear the stigma of colluding with the Old God Sect and avoid being pursued by the Church of the Ring of Order later."

"Why?!"

"Just..." The little secretary paused, and then looked at the generals present righteously:

"Just because he is the most devout believer of the Ring of Order that I know!"

After the sonorous and powerful words fell, the cafe fell silent for an instant.

When the echoes gradually dissipated, the generals who had remained silent began to look at each other. Only Paul Mackenson still stood there, staring at the little clerk intently.

After a few seconds of silence, he suddenly smiled.

The little secretary also smiled, very happily.

Paul smiled so happily that he couldn't help but wave to the guard behind him:

"Someone, pull this little guy out and kill him."

The two guards' expressions instantly became tense, and they punched their chests with their clenched right hands.

………………

"Snapped!"

The unfinished cigarette fell to the ground. Carl Bain, who was unaware of it, still had his mouth wide open. He looked at Anson who was lying next to the fort writing a letter in shock: "I said, you, you really plan to do this. ?!”

"Otherwise, do you have a better way?" Anson replied without raising his head: "These six people are already the top commanders of Clovis. If we really want them to die in this mutiny, Guess who will be happy?"

"If I'm not wrong, Ludwig should be thinking of a way, but his goal should be to preserve the middle and lower-level officers and soldiers as much as possible. Those generals probably won't care; Franz The family’s influence in the army is too low. Without a lot of replacement, he would not be able to stand firm as a major general.”

"But for us, letting these generals survive is actually the best choice. If they are all finished and only the two legions outside the city survive, our Storm Legion will immediately become a thorn in the side of the Privy Council; don't say They are conservative nobles, and even Viscount Bognar may turn against us!"

"The reason is actually very simple. No matter how many compromises and concessions are made, there are still many irreconcilable conflicts between the Privy Council and the Ministry of War. Once the Storm Legion really wants to take power completely, without leaving them any room, conflicts will be inevitable."

"It may not matter to others, but the Storm Legion is not strong enough to ignore everyone. Cooperation is necessary, so there must be room for compromise. Queen Anne must not be allowed to order all the mutinous generals. Shot to death indiscriminately."

Anson explained lucidly, but never told the real reason.

That is to do our best to prevent little Périgord from succeeding!

This man's goal is simple, to tip the balance and create chaos within Clovis while reducing its war potential as much as possible.

Whether he is planning a mutiny, assassinating the king, or even providing "help" to himself, they are all serving this purpose; he does not care about the result, as long as the purpose is achieved, for this reason, the chess pieces who were still trying their best to help him just a second ago , he can completely abandon him in the next second and become a bait and abandonment.

The reason why Anson agreed with Ludwig's plan to instigate two generals in the outer city was that, on the one hand, it was useless to oppose it, and he would still do it 100%; on the other hand, it could be judged from whether the two generals accepted the proposal. Determine if the younger Périgord is still taking action.

Facts have proved that he has not given up, so of course Ansen is not polite: Since you went to bewitch those two people, it proves that you are definitely not in the inner city now and will not affect my ability to win over the other six generals.

Even...I can use your name and background to endorse my actions.

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"That's right! I, I have the guarantee and endorsement of the Ring of Order Church!"

The little clerk, who was about to be dragged out and shot to death, was dragged back and shouted eagerly to everyone present: "I am a priest who successfully graduated from the monastery in the ninety-seventh year of the Saint's Calendar. I am directly appointed by the church." To Lord Anson Bach’s secretary, I…I really didn’t lie!”

But the two guards obviously didn't understand this at all, and they didn't know how valuable the clerk who graduated from the monastery was. They followed the order expressionlessly, grabbed his back collar and arm and walked out the door.

at this time……

"Wait a moment!"

The figure sitting near the door suddenly spoke. His cold gaze not only made the guard stop his movements, but also made the little clerk subconsciously look in his direction.

"You just said that you are a priest who graduated in the 97th year of the Saint's Calendar, right?"

"It's absolutely true!" The little clerk nodded quickly: "If you don't believe it, you can check it yourself, respected Lieutenant General Theodore Bosmeier!"

"Oh, you know me?"

The stern man looked a little surprised: "Interesting, it seems you know all of our names. Am I right?"

"Yes, that's right." The little secretary looked very well-behaved: "It is the most basic courtesy to know the basic information of the target before visiting."

"Very good. Your politeness makes me believe that you are a good boy who will not lie easily."

The man nodded again: "Good boy, tell me how old are you this year?"

"Ten, sixteen years old."

"Sixteen years old, very good, then in the forty-seventh year of the Saint's calendar you are..."

"Eleven years old."

"Good answer."

The man looked back at the crowd with an expressionless face: "He graduated from a church monastery at the age of eleven. He is a polite liar. Take him out and kill him."

"P-please wait a moment!"

The little clerk was so excited that he didn't even care about the basic courtesy: "I, I know the abbot of the monastery, and I know that you should have met him not long ago, isn't that right?!"

"Wait!"

Just when the little clerk was about to be dragged out, Lieutenant General Paul, who was chewing his pipe, finally called out to the guard: "You... know the abbot of the monastery?"

"Yes! That's right! It's absolutely true!" The little clerk nodded like a fool: "Our relationship... used to be very good, because I graduated the year he just took office, and I graduated ahead of schedule, which was his exception. I was granted the qualification to graduate and take up my post at Clovis Cathedral!”

"So I know his character and way of doing things very well. If you...if you want to mutiny without the secret support of the royal family, then you can only get the tacit approval of the church; but Archbishop Luther Franz will not do this. The only possibility is our dean!"

"Then think about it again. Since he has given you his tacit approval, he can't dig his own grave and sit back and watch you fail before you accuse him! So you must keep the lowest bottom line. Even if the plan fails, there is still room for redemption."

"And I, his most proud graduate, have taken on this mission." Even though his whole body was shaking like chaff, the little secretary still raised his head proudly:

"Yes, my master Anson Bach is an important confidant installed in Clovis by the Abbot of the Abbey under the secret authorization of the Holy See!"