I will be crowned king

The brigadier general's tent is much more spacious than a small "supervisory adjutant". With more than twenty square meters of activity space, it is not necessary to get up and get out of bed to go out.

There was a small sand table in the center of the tent, with a desk and a dining table directly behind it. Letters piled up like a hill had overflowed the table and spread towards the sand table.

The heating brazier abandoned in the corner was crackling but not much smoke could be seen drifting away; maps of the Clovis Kingdom, the southern region and Thunder Castle were hung on the walls on both sides, and bright lights were placed on each map. The screen shines with dim light.

Anson stood under the kerosene lamp and looked around, then slowly stopped at Ludwig behind the desk.

The knight in black with his hands on his shoulders was also looking at him, but his face was not very good-looking.

"You're quite calm."

Ludwig, whose eyes were fixed, said coldly: "Aren't you afraid of being shot to death?"

"Afraid." Anson took a deep breath and looked into each other's eyes: "But he specifically called me to his camp. Could it be that the Brigadier just wanted to shoot me?"

"I can also ask Roman to take you out now and execute you on the spot."

With a cold snort, Ludwig changed the topic: "But I have already killed an officer today, and I cannot kill another one."

"So Captain Anson Bach, you are lucky today, but you will not be so lucky every day - you'd better prove your worth quickly and let me forget your crime of disobedience on the battlefield as soon as possible!"

"If this is the case, Brigadier-General..." Anson shrugged: "I think I have proven it."

"I just won a battle by luck." Ludwig sneered, sitting up straight and straightening his waist:

"Tell me: How many meters long is a fully-equipped regiment spread out in a column?"

"Depending on the situation - the mobile array is between 500 meters and 700 meters away, the stationary array is between 230 meters and 260 meters away."

Anson said without hesitation.

"Then what if the team spreads out horizontally?"

"Above two hundred meters, below two hundred and twenty meters."

"I'm talking about the time it takes to unfold."

"The slowest is four minutes, the fastest is one and a half minutes."

...Ludwig, who frowned slightly, fell silent.

He suddenly felt a little stupid. These questions were common sense to a reserve officer who was about to graduate from the Royal Military Academy.

Anson's face remained calm. This kind of "unpopular" question that could definitely reveal his true face instantly when he first traveled through time was now completely unfailing for him.

An examiner who asked low-level questions and a substitute who copied the answers from a top student fell silent at the same time. The quiet atmosphere seemed a little strange.

Anson could vaguely guess why the brigadier general came to him; "former Anson" didn't have much information about the other party in his memory, but it was enough for him to judge the current situation.

After being quiet for at least a minute, Ludwig slowly raised his head and looked at Anson with a strange look:

"Two months before the war broke out, I was just an army major in the Central Province, artillery commander; now, I have become an army brigadier general, commander of the first levy force at Fort Thunder...Do you know why?"

I know, because your father Luther Franz is the archbishop of the Kingdom of Clovis, and you are his only biological son and heir... Anson, who was thinking silently in his heart, tentatively said:

"Hmm... It should be because of your strength and experience? You are an artillery commander. A siege cannot be fought without artillery."

"artillery?"

Ludwig, who had a gloomy face, raised the corner of his mouth with a self-deprecating sneer, and stared at Anson: "If the Royal Army really wants to select the best, it should send an artillery chief from the Western Front battlefield who has fought hard battles. command."

"You don't need to hide it, everyone knows it in their hearts; I was sent because no one knows how this imperial army passed through the defense line and captured Thunder Castle in one fell swoop."

"If they win, everyone will be happy; if they lose, no one will do anything to me, the Archbishop's son - so they are just preparing to see how I lose face and lose my body completely."

"Thousands of scum who only know how to fight and drink, actually abandoned their positions and fled in panic after being attacked by less than a thousand enemies!" Ludwig gritted his teeth, his face looked very ferocious under the light of the kerosene lamp:

"If Roman hadn't led the Grenadier Regiment to the rescue in time, I, a brigadier general who had just taken office less than a week ago, would have been almost killed by the rebels!"

"As for my officers...you saw it today, they will never be able to capture the fortress with this group of people."

The knight in black stood up slowly, his cold eyes becoming decisive and crazy:

"I'm not going to let those who are ready to watch the joke succeed. I'm going to win this battle; and for that, I need a commander."

"I'm not the kind of idiot who only knows how to line up and shoot with the "Tactical Order of the Fifty-Five Years of the Saints"; what I need is someone who can prepare well before the war, remain calm when encountering an accident, and have enough courage and determination. A qualified commander who wins the war.”

"Captain Anson Bach, I want to give you this opportunity."

After he finished speaking, Anson, who had expected it, showed a very appropriate surprise on his face.

"I, I don't understand..."

"Promise me, you will be the new commander of the First Infantry Regiment." Ludwig said solemnly: "I will bear the logistical issues and the entire regiment's supplies and military pay without you having to pay a single coin."

"Uh... But I'm still just a captain, and I haven't graduated from the Royal Military Academy yet..." Anson lowered his head and took half a step back with his hands behind his back.

"Captain? I was a major two months ago... This is easy to handle." Ludwig interrupted directly: "As for the Royal Military Academy, I will write a letter and send it to them to ask them to prepare your resume and graduation documents. Proof - congratulations, Captain Bach; with any luck, you may be the academy's first graduate of the academy as a lieutenant colonel."

Yes, provided I can go back alive.

Looking at the knight in black who refused at all, Anson didn't feel happy at all because of the other person's words.

In essence, winning or losing this "Thunder Castle Siege" has nothing to do with him. He is just a graduate who has completed his "internship" and is about to complete his studies and start working. The other party's actions are similar to waiting for the recruitment meeting and preparing to headhunt people directly. .

Anson does not reject this - unless he becomes a deserter, it is impossible for him to leave this battlefield now; no matter what the circumstances, the survival rate of an officer is definitely better than that of an ordinary private.

But this good thing of being headhunted definitely comes at a price...

"Of course, once you accept this condition, you will offend a lot of people. I won't hide this from you." Ludwig changed the topic and walked from behind the table to the front of the table, with his hands behind his back, standing beside Anson without squinting. :

"In the Kingdom of Clovis, the Church of Order has friends and enemies; if you surrender to us, don't expect them to treat you well."

"But please think clearly: How long does it take for an army captain who comes from a minor noble family and entered the military academy based on his talent to become a lieutenant colonel or even a general? Twenty years? Thirty years?"

"Help me win this battle. I promise you in the name of my father that the Church of Order will be your greatest reliance!"

The sonorous and powerful words seemed very decisive.

Anson glanced at Ludwig beside him with his peripheral vision. The brigadier general was willing to do whatever it took to win, and even tried his best to grab the "life-saving straw" that suddenly appeared like himself.

Although this is exactly what he wants - the reason is very simple, because he is the biological son of the Archbishop of the Church of Order.

No matter how secretive "former Anson" is about protecting his amateur interests, it is almost impossible to avoid being discovered at all; even considering this, joining the Church of Order is attractive enough to him.

There is also the murderer who killed the former owner of this body and caused him to time travel. Considering that it is unlikely that someone sneaked into the battlefield, it was even possible to complete the murder plan on the eve of the army's retreat by coincidence, pretending to be killed by the enemy or committing suicide. the illusion...

Anson had reason to believe that this person was definitely in the Thunder Castle levy; he was even around him, and he already knew the information about his "resurrection from the dead."

To protect himself and to prevent the other party from taking action easily, he needed the church power behind Ludwig.

"Can you let me think about it?"

"I'll give you three days." Ludwig nodded slightly, his tone softer than before: "After three days, if you decide to accept my suggestion, then..."

"I will come to you with a complete plan that will definitely capture the Thunder Castle Fortress!"

Anson replied solemnly.

He is determined to be the group leader!