I will be crowned king

Chapter 161 Anson Omniscient Bach

"boom--!!!!"

The moment Anson screamed, Sophia immediately hid under the round table and hugged Angelica tightly in her arms. The terrified girl gritted her teeth and closed her eyes tightly, while the roar of screams and explosions rang in her ears.

The loud noise that never stopped seemed like the entire castle was constantly shaking and shaking.

The Guards mobilized all four artillery batteries, with a total of twenty-six artillery pieces, and fired mercilessly at the thugs besieging St. Isaac's College; thunderous solid bullets and shrapnel shells tore apart A curtain of rain fell on the panicked crowd.

In the dark rainy night, every roar will be dyed in a patch of dark red; the rain mixed with flesh and blood pours down like a waterfall, flowing between the flowers and the gaps between the stone slabs of the boulevard.

Screams and explosions intertwined, and the smoke from roaring artillery filled the entire street; the thick "white mist" raised in the heavy rain was like a ring-shaped noose, shrouding the tide of torches in it.

"The Guards! It's the Guards, we are surrounded!"

I don't know where the screams of panic first started to sound, and then this "emotion" spread like a plague among the wailing thugs amid the gunfire and explosions.

"Damn it, it's a trap!"

"The king's army is coming and they are going to kill us all!"

"We were fooled!"

"Someone betrayed us!"

The thugs were in panic... They were not regular soldiers. Even if they had the courage to fear death, they would still be overwhelmed by fear.

Caught in fear, they immediately gave up on the castle defenders who were still resisting. They forgot their anger and hatred, and began to flee desperately.

With shouts at the top of their lungs, the thugs faced the artillery fire and attacked the streets shrouded in smoke and rain!

In the middle of the narrow street, they were greeted by a solid barricade composed of four-wheeled heavy carriages, as well as Guards soldiers with live ammunition.

Likewise...thousands.

"preparation--"

Standing in the heavy rain wearing a military uniform, with his cheeks still slightly bruised, Major Sander Ross raised his sword above his head, looking at the running figure and the fast-moving firelight on the opposite side.

The cold rain slid down the mirror-smooth blade.

"Fire!"

The long knife struck down, spraying an elegant spray of water beside him.

"boom--!!!!"

Lead bullets as dense as raindrops were sprayed on the incoming crowd amidst the continuous sound of artillery; the soldiers who repeated mechanical movements slaughtered the thugs with only torches in their hands like harvesting wheat during the harvest season.

The roaring people fell in droves in the heavy rain. Almost no one could survive such a dense fire net; even if a few lucky ones could rush through at the expense of those in the front row, they could only stand in despair. He was tortured to death by soldiers with bayonets in front of a three-meter-high barricade.

Four thousand Guardsmen faced off against almost the same 4,000 thugs, and the battle seemed to be over in an instant.

No one noticed when the battle ended. When the soldiers who were repeating three shots were stopped by Major Sander Ross, there was no longer a single figure standing in the rain.

"Guards—for the king, advance!"

A short and rapid bugle sounded, and the goose-stepping soldiers skillfully inserted their bayonets into their rifles and stepped over the twitching and bleeding corpses on the ground.

The auxiliary soldiers following in the back row quickly cleaned the battlefield: the corpses were loaded into the carriage, the plasma and minced meat were rushed into the sewers, and everything that could be called "property" was happily put into the pockets of the auxiliary soldiers.

In the blink of an eye, on the streets where thousands of people were killed and injured, apart from gunpowder smoke and bullet craters, there was not even a single lead bullet left; the smooth and shiny stone roads in the heavy rain looked as if they had been newly built.

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"Is this what someone said, that everything was planned?"

Looking outside the gate, surrounded by thousands of guardsmen, the entire banquet hall was surrounded by thousands of guards. The ugly-looking Sophia hugged the shivering maid, and glanced at someone beside her who was still smiling and even had some time to tidy up her clothes. Lieutenant Colonel.

"Yes, the plan is perfect... aren't we saved?"

"And then become a hostage in the hands of the Guards? I would rather be shot to death by the thugs!"

Sophia clenched her teeth and stared at Anson, wondering why he hadn't realized the seriousness of the situation yet - he was even laughing!

"Listen clearly, my Excellency, the leader of the storm group, things tonight are definitely not simple."

Sophia suppressed her anger. She knew very well that if she wanted to solve tonight's matter, she must have this guy's help; Miss Franz's identity might make the other party afraid to act rashly, but she would not win the opportunity to negotiate with him on an equal footing.

Just like no matter how much his father pampered him, he would never let her step into the smoking room.

"The troops of the Guards are scattered throughout the inner city. No matter how efficient they are, it is impossible to gather 4,000 people in less than an hour. They must have some ulterior plan; and those inexplicable thugs, if no one How do you deliberately assist...Why are you laughing?!"

"Did I laugh?"

Seeing Sophia's angry look, Anson's face turned up in confusion.

Pursing her lips tightly, Sophia's eyes fell on the rifle in Lisa's hand - she was resisting the urge to grab the gun and shoot him to death.

Feeling some kind of danger, Lisa was shocked and subconsciously held her beloved toy in her arms.

"I know."

Anson chuckled and shrugged, looking at Major Ross Sander who was negotiating with Inquisitor Lawrence:

"I know exactly who did what happened tonight and why."

Um? !

The shocked Sophia suddenly looked back and stared blankly at the extremely confident smile on Anson's face.

"So don't worry, my Miss Sophia, everything is according to my plan."

"B-But hasn't your plan failed? The storm group is still on the way, but the Guards have arrived in advance, and there are thousands of them!"

"That's right! But that's just the surface layer of my plan, and then there's the inner layer - they're all the same plan, but because of changes in circumstances, they became two."

"...Anson Bach, can you understand what you are saying?"

"Of course... uh... Anyway, just don't worry, trust me, my plan is perfect, enough for us to get out of here safely tonight!"

Looking at Anson and the confidence he had on his face, the girl fell into silence.

The next second, she suddenly remembered something and suddenly turned around, looked at Ansen solemnly and whispered:

"By the way, I did see something not quite right about what you asked me to do..."

"Um?!"

While the two were talking quietly, there were similar scenes playing out in countless dark corners in the dead-silent hall; the guests who had survived the disaster couldn't wait to join in the social activities, discussing tonight's attack on Clovis The changes and influences brought by the upper levels of the city, and the benefits they can get from it.

Negotiating, negotiating, sharing intelligence, determining the relationship between enemies and friends... all of this is going on like their instinct.

But Major Sander Ross didn't care about all this; the moment he stepped into this hall, he knew he had won.

The plan went exceptionally smoothly: the thugs launched an attack, but were defeated before they could capture the hall; the only regret was that the Archbishop escaped, but it seemed that his daughter was still here.

"Lawrence Bernat, please cooperate."

Sander Ross said coldly: "Get out of the way. What happened tonight is a problem for the Guards and has nothing to do with you people from the Inquisition."

"Sorry, but I don't think so."

Lawrence, holding the brim of his hat with one hand, looked at the dozens of rifles pointing at him from the opposite side. The flintlock ax in his right hand hung by his leg.

Scarlet blood dripped from the ax blade onto the floor, turning into white smoke with the sound of "stab".

"Tonight, a spellcaster dressed as an elf ambassador killed two innocent victims, and almost caused at least double-digit casualties. The Truth Seeking Cult has reason to believe that the riot just now was the same as the death of the elf ambassador. Related to the Old God Sect.”

"Elf Ambassador?!"

Sander Rose looked surprised: "Are you talking about Maurice Périgord?!"

"It seems I don't have to explain anything to you anymore."

There was a hint of calmness in Lawrence's hoarse voice, but his right index finger was still pressed on the trigger of the flintlock ax.

Morris is dead? Is he still an old god? Damn it, why didn't anyone tell me... The Major of the Guards was struggling back and forth between confusion and mania. The unexpected situation he was most worried about still appeared!

The person above gave him a death order, and he must control all the guests present tonight - these people are all important figures in the Privy Council, and are crucial to tomorrow's vote on the Public Administration Bill. He must not let go until the matter is resolved. They leave, let alone hand them over to others.

"I am grateful that you and the Guards behind you were able to relieve us. The Church's security forces and the Inquisition's troops will soon arrive, so you can leave with your people now."

"This is impossible!"

The major blurted out without thinking, his face became even darker. If he dared to let these people go tonight, the bodies of himself and his family would appear in the incinerator of a certain chemical plant tomorrow:

"The situation tonight is very special. If this place is attacked by thugs again after I leave with my people, who can bear this responsibility?"

The Major of the Guards, who specially emphasized the word "again", suppressed his fear and threatened Lawrence.

He couldn't even believe that he was actually threatening an inquisitor, a group of executioners who could kill even nobles without blinking as long as they were authorized!

Damn it, why didn't anyone tell themselves that these plague gods were here tonight? !

Just when Major Sander Ross's mind was in confusion, Lawrence, who had his head lowered, moved.

He took a step forward, holding the flint hair ax that was still bleeding and smoking.

The major was shocked and almost instinctively shrank back, his weak legs almost causing him to fall to the ground; his dark gaze came out from under the dark brim of his hat, as if to pierce his soul.

"Can."

Um? !

The major was frozen and couldn't believe his ears.

"After the church's security forces arrive, we can cooperate with the Guards - as long as you can ensure the safety of the entire St. Isaac's College." Lawrence said solemnly:

"Like you said, tonight's situation is unique."

This judge actually compromised with himself. Are you kidding me? !

Is today your lucky day?

"Okay, okay, of course!"

Sander Rose was stunned for a moment and cleared his throat: "I will leave half of it to protect the academy, but everyone in this hall must leave with me."

"The Guards are responsible for maintaining law and order in the royal capital. In order to better understand the situation, I think it is necessary to immediately bring everyone to the interrogation room of the Guards for questioning one by one."

At that moment, what the major, who suppressed his fear, saw in Lawrence's eyes was not anger or indifference, but surprise.

Anson Bach...how did he guess that? !

Covering up his flash of astonishment, Lawrence slightly raised the flintlock ax in his right hand with a dark gaze: "What if I don't agree?"

"What do you want to do?!"

The alert Major of the Guards immediately raised his voice, and the soldiers behind him who still didn't know what was going on pointed their guns at the Inquisitor.

"I say the people in this hall are not going anywhere until this is sorted out."

According to the plan previously agreed with Anson, Lawrence said coldly: "Anyone who tries to take them away will be regarded by the Tribunal and the Church as a member of the Old God Sect!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Inquisitor pointed the muzzle of the flintlock ax that was still dripping with blood at Sander Ross; outside the dark door, there were instantly the sounds of countless reloads.

The atmosphere in the dark hall suddenly became tense.

Conflict is about to break out!

Listening to the countless cocking sounds, Sophia's breathing suddenly stopped, and cold sweat fell from the tip of her nose.

She slowly looked sideways at Ansen beside her, and her pupils shrank violently.

This guy is still laughing? !

Where did he get his confidence? !

At this moment, a very familiar voice suddenly came from outside the door:

"Guards, if you don't want to become traitors and apostates at the same time, put down the guns in your hands!"

Holding high a parchment covered with red ink, the expressionless Inquisitor Sera Vergil walked toward the door, followed closely by the Cordorian guards with their hands behind their backs; the guards on both sides Like sea water split by a battleship, the soldiers moved to both sides to make way for her.

On exactly one hour, the Whitehall Street storm team arrived on time.

The Major of the Guards turned his head. The moment he saw the female inquisitor, he immediately recalled his miserable situation in the factory and said angrily: "Is it you?!"

The indifferent Sera didn't bother to pay attention to him, and directly threw the parchment in his hand into the other party's arms: "I'll give you fifteen minutes, take your people and get out of St. Isaac's College, Major Sander Ross!"

The Major of the Guards snorted angrily and unceremoniously opened the parchment in his hand. When he saw the mark on it, he was so shocked that he froze.

A minute later, everyone in the hall heard his gnashing voice:

"Everyone in the Guards, listen to the order - retreat!"

Sophia was stunned.

"You, how did you do it? That letter is..."

Anson chuckled and shrugged without saying anything, giving the opportunity to reveal the answer to Major Sander Ross, who was even more shocked than she was:

"This is an order from His Majesty Carlos!"