I will be crowned king

Anson, who had been sleepless all night and barely slept until almost dawn, woke up quickly from the comfortable (hard) bed as every qualified officer would do when the sun rose.

Woke up hungry.

Reporting to Brigadier General Ludwig, "interrogating" Louis Bernard, and strange messages from the "Old God Sect"... After being tortured for a whole day, Anson did not eat anything that could be called "food" except spiritual food. .

The confused Anson dragged his tired body through the muddy trench fortifications and walked towards the military camp restaurant in his memory.

Although the Thunder Castle levy force is a mixed force, because it is within the territory of the Kingdom and the commander Brigadier General Ludwig is the biological son of the Archbishop of the Kingdom Church, the food standard is quite good, even reaching the standard that many regular elites can enjoy.

Take Anson, an army captain, for example. He can receive 700 grams of dry bread, 500 grams of fresh or cured meat, 300 grams of fresh vegetables or pickles, a small piece of cheese and jam, a bottle of beer and a bottle of bread a day. A pack of cigarettes, a bottle of wine for three days and occasional fresh fruit.

These meals will not be distributed directly to the soldiers. Instead, they will be cooked in the barracks kitchen by the cooks of the headquarters, and then brought to the position by the division chiefs of each regiment using horse trailers in the regiment, and distributed on a company-by-company basis.

Compared with ordinary soldiers, his greatest privilege as a captain is that he does not have to squat in the trenches, holding hot lunch boxes for fear of being splashed by mud and water, but has a special military camp restaurant - long tables and benches in the mud pit. ——You can sit down and enjoy the "delicious food" safely.

Looking at the thick soup stewed with cured meat and vegetables, the crispy golden bread, the enticing foamy beer, and the accompanying cheese and small candies, the hungry Anson was quite satisfied with the army's food.

It would be much more satisfying without the Old Gods, this damn war, and the obviously problematic Thunder Keep.

"You have a good appetite, my adjutant..."

Captain Karl, who was holding a lunch box, sat opposite him, holding a column wrapped in old newspapers in his arms. He looked at Anson with some dejection: "Hey, you didn't sleep well either?"

What's wrong?

The right hand reaching for the beer stopped in mid-air, and Anson, with dark circles under his eyes, looked at Carl Bain in confusion.

Looking at this guy who hadn't figured it out yet, Karl had no choice but to say angrily:

"Those of us will be unemployed soon!"

"unemployment?!"

Anson was stunned. He had lost his job just after taking up the job, and he hadn't even passed his internship period yet!

"What a guy from the royal capital..." Karl shook his head and said in a very envious tone: "My supervisor, adjutant, a miscellaneous army like ours will be disbanded after the battle."

"Of course, it usually won't be that fast; the problem is that our regiment leader, Willen Small - the fat man who was shot by the brigadier general that day - is gone. If no officer is willing to take over, our regiment will have to be disbanded immediately!"

"I guess it should be today."

Karl, who became more and more desperate as he talked, began to sigh: "At that time, the soldiers may be recruited by several other regiments that are short of troops. As for me...well, I will probably be driven to some other hellish place to be a militia company commander with no future. Bar?"

"But it doesn't seem to be anything bad. Anyway, this war started very strangely. It will probably end in a few months, and it will still have to be disbanded..."

No.

Anson said silently in his heart.

Although it is still unclear what exactly happened, the war between Clovis and the Empire may not end so easily.

Recalling the blood-red writing, the silent Anson frowned slightly.

I originally thought that I was just inadvertently participating in a war that had nothing to do with me, but maybe that was not the case.

The last owner of this body, "former Anson", why on earth did he want to join the "Old God Sect"?

Really...just a hobby?

"Boom!"

After tearing off the old newspaper wrapped outside, Karl sighed and smashed the rum hidden inside on the long table, and touched the two wine glasses: "Forget it, let's think about more good things."

"Where did you get the rum?"

Anson asked curiously. In the "pre-Anson" memory, this drink only belonged to the navy, and the army could not enjoy it.

"The military camp is a very magical place. As long as you think about it, there is nothing you can't get." Carl chuckled slightly proudly:

"This is nothing. When I was the militia company commander in Thunder Castle, even if it was a meal exclusively for nobles and high-ranking officers, as long as I had a good relationship with the chef, there was nothing I could do..."

"You were a company commander in Thunder Castle?!"

The shocked Anson suddenly stood up from the bench and stared at the startled Karl with his mouth open.

Such an important source of information is right beside you, but you haven't discovered it yet? !

No... Anson was shocked and immediately realized that he had overlooked another very important issue:

"Captain Carl Bain, how many officers and soldiers in the current Thunder Castle levy force are former defenders of Thunder Castle?!"

"Uh...this is not easy to calculate." Karl, with twinkling eyes, hesitated: "Except for the artillery, cavalry and grenadiers brought by the general...there are about a quarter of the rest, right? After all, Thunder Fort is also a military depot and No matter how small a fortress is, it must have at least one or two thousand defenders..."

"One or two thousand defenders, as well as heavy artillery...how did the Thunder Castle fortress fall?" Anson continued to ask.

Looking up at Anson with burning eyes, Karl sighed and poured two full glasses of rum for himself and him:

"My Lord Adjutant, if you want to chat, I don't mind telling you; but if it's to retake Thunder Castle... it's better to save it."

Anson took the glass and sat down slowly. He also realized that he was too impatient.

The two people holding the wine glasses were silent and in different moods.

"It shouldn't be lost so easily."

Karl, who put down his wine glass, suddenly sighed: "I can't remember the details, but two days before the fortress fell, we had received a tip from the front line that a small group of imperial troops was marching towards Thunder Castle. "

"They attacked at night. It was a moonless night like yesterday. The noise was so loud that it didn't look like a sneak attack." Holding the wine glass, Karl's eyes gradually became trance-like.

As he narrated, flashbacks emerged in Anson’s mind:

Carl Bain, who had finished his shift, was about to return to his dormitory when the loud noise of artillery shelling from above the fortress came from behind; soon, the roaring sound of horse hooves also swept from the horizon outside the city.

The alarm bells rang loudly in Thunder Castle, and there were soldiers everywhere who were in a panic and didn't know what was going on. Carl, who was also in a panic, carried the rifle he brought on duty and instinctively gathered the scattered troops.

But when he gathered his soldiers, what he saw was the captured city gate and the deserters scattered like a torrent.

The Imperial Army who had breached the fortress seemed to have no intention of pursuing them, and allowed the defenders to escape from Thunder Castle...

"Internal response?"

Anson blurted out.

"It's possible, but it shouldn't just be an internal response." Karl, who took a sip of rum, shook his head in despair: "Don't look down on Thunder Castle so much. You just have a way to escape the bombardment and attack under the city wall. There are narrow corridors and countless The shooting holes can also cause heavy casualties to the attackers!"

"The enemy probably used other methods to prevent the soldiers standing guard from resisting. I also asked many people, but they couldn't tell me why. Basically, like me, they were dragged out of the city by the fleeing soldiers. .”

Can't resist...

Anson, who was deep in thought, remembered the blood-red writing last night.

Could it be that the "Old Gods" in Thunder Castle are from the Empire?

If this is the case, then what is the purpose of the "Old Gods" in assisting the Empire in capturing Thunder Castle and allowing themselves to take it back - to anger the Kingdom of Clovis and turn this war into a real all-out war, or is it something else? picture?

He knows too little information!

"Don't think too much... Hey, you young people all think that you are special and the master of your destiny; when you reach my age, you will know that you are the one who is being slaughtered."

Karl on the opposite side was still drinking rum dejectedly: "Our regiment is going to be disbanded anyway. Even if you understand the truth of the matter now and know how to capture Thunder Castle, you still won't be able to..."

The words stopped abruptly.

Looking at Karl with a frozen expression, Anson, who was still holding a wine glass in his hand, couldn't help but turn his eyes behind him...

"Brigadier General Ludwig?!"

Ludwig, with a cold face, stared motionlessly at the enamel pocket watch in the palm of his right hand; behind him was Roman with a fierce look on his face, and the two of them stood there for who knows how long:

"I'll give you thirty minutes. Within thirty minutes, I want to see the first regiment gathering in front of the position, otherwise..."

Before he finished speaking, Ludwig slowly raised his gaze, and there was no trace of the two of them in front of him.

Fifteen minutes later, the fully loaded and fully armed 1st Infantry Regiment was assembled in front of Ludwig.

In the biting cold wind of the morning, the anxious soldiers lowered their heads; it was only a few days ago that regiment leader Willen Small was shot in public, and no one dared to look directly into the eyes of the brigadier general.

Ludwig Franz, who had his hands behind his back and looked like a rifle, snorted coldly. His eyes swept over the faces of everyone in the queue one by one, as if he was trying desperately to remember everyone's appearance.

The oppressive silence lasted until Ludwig slowly spoke:

"I know that many of you think that since I shot your regiment commander, I will not let you go, nor will I let the First Infantry Regiment go."

A sonorous and powerful voice sounded amidst the howling wind:

"I also know that every one of you is ready to be disbanded. You have all determined that sooner or later you will be recruited by other regiments, dismissed, and driven to the wilderness outside the position as vagrants."

"I also know that there have been a lot of rumors about you in the military camp, saying that your actions in holding the position have proved my incompetence as a commander; so your regimental leader's yesterday is your tomorrow; for the sake of face, I - —Ludwig Franz will let all of you die without a burial place!"

With a sneer, Ludwig raised his head at the soldiers of the First Regiment and roared loudly:

"Now I officially tell you - you! They! They are all wrong!"

"Big mistake!"

Standing in the biting cold wind, Ludwig took a deep breath: "I, Ludwig Franz, will never betray soldiers who are loyal to their duties, and I will never punish any unit that dares to fight against a strong enemy. At present, the troops holding their position!”

"The First Regiment is an army brave enough to fight alone; the soldiers of the First Regiment are soldiers who dare to face three times the enemy head-on and shout for bayonets!"

"Of course, some people still said something right - your bravery proves my incompetence; it is my honor, Ludwig, to have such an army under my command. I am the leader of the first levy army of Thunder Castle." pleasure!"

Anson, who was standing at the far right of the queue, looked slightly sideways.

Within a few minutes, even without looking, he could feel that the emotions of the soldiers beside him were obviously different from before.

This sudden kindness shocked them, who were already prepared for the worst.

"So you can rest assured that I will never disperse you into various units." Ludwig's voice was still loud and clear:

"Starting from tomorrow, there will be a steady stream of supplies and equipment replenished for you, and new soldiers will join you; the first regiment must look like the first!"

"I assure you, if the Grenadier Regiment has it, you will have it; if the Grenadier Regiment does not have it, you will have it!" Ludwig held down the saber on his waist and stabbed the sharp blade into the sky.

"The First Regiment will become a flag, a flag that we will surely recapture the Thunder Castle Fortress!" Roaring, Ludwig turned his eyes to Anson:

"First Infantry Regiment, Captain Anson Bach, step out!"

Ansen was slightly startled and walked to the front of the team in full view of everyone.

"Roman!" Ludwig stared at a certain army captain and said without looking back:

"read!"

"yes!"

Roman, with a fierce expression, took out a letter sealed with ink pad and faced the soldiers of the First Regiment:

"According to my king Jun's decree——

Anson Bach, a cadet of the Royal Military Academy, was appointed as the commander of the 1st Regiment of Thunder Castle's 1st Recruitment Corps, with the rank of lieutenant colonel. This appointment will take effect immediately from the second day after the order is issued - Privy Council of the Kingdom of Clovis! "

The words fell.

The soldiers who were surprised and didn't know what happened, plus the stunned Carl Bain, all turned their eyes to a certain supervisory adjutant in unison.

Ludwig stared at Anson with an indifferent expression, deliberately walked to a distance where only the two of them could hear each other's voices, and nodded slightly:

"Originally, it was supposed to wait until three days later, but I decided to give you a surprise at the last minute; now, it's your turn to give me a surprise."

Looking at the other party's sinister gaze, Anson's mouth twitched and he did not dare to smile.

The next second, Ludwig walked past Anson and said in a deep voice to the front:

"Soldiers of the First Regiment, salute your regiment commander!"

The sonorous and powerful voice echoed in everyone's ears.

"Everyone has—"

Carl Bain, who was the first to react, took a step forward and looked at Anson's back with extremely complex eyes:

"salute!"

More than two hundred soldiers uniformly smashed their rifles to the ground and thumped their chests with their right hands.

Although everything was as expected, Anson still looked a little dazed when he turned around to face everyone.

According to memory, he is only twenty-two years old in this world.

It's the group leader.

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