I will be crowned king

Holding a lunch box that was bigger than her head, the little girl didn't bother wiping her tears and poured the soup directly into her mouth; the hot soup "gurgled" and flowed into her body along her delicate neck.

"boom!"

After drinking most of the hot soup in one go, the little girl slammed the lunch box on the long table. While wiping her mouth, she grabbed the still steaming dry bread, broke it into pieces, and soaked it in the hot soup. In the thick soup of vegetables and bacon, I grabbed the bacon and bread with my little hands and stuffed them into my mouth. I bulged my cheeks high and chewed and swallowed with big mouthfuls.

Looking at the little girl devouring her food, Anson and Karl, who were sitting opposite her, looked at each other without saying a word, looking at each other.

It took thirty minutes, and after interviewing several people, the two finally figured out the identities of these "elite replacements."

It's roughly the same as Anson's initial guess - they are all locals of Thunder Castle, and their village was destroyed by defeated soldiers, bandits and imperial troops; they had no place to hide because they were short of food and their transportation was cut off by the war. They could only flee in the direction where the kingdom's flag was still flying.

As for the little girl named Lisa August, they bumped into her on the way; several villagers, tempted by the food, hesitantly admitted that they tried to rob the little girl of food, and were beaten violently by the other party. A miserable experience.

The little girl said what happened next: Lisa, who had food and could fight, became the "leader" of the gang. On the way to escape, the group bumped into Lieutenant Colonel Roman who was passing by, and then came to her place...

As for this little girl named Lisa August...she's got problems all over her!

Who are the parents? She doesn’t even understand what parents are;

Where did you live before? All I know is that it seems to be a village in a certain mountain;

Why do you use firearms? After getting the answer of "you can see it at a glance", Anson felt that he was a bit stupid for asking this question;

I don’t know anything, I don’t remember anything, but I firmly remember that my name is Lisa August...

Not to mention Anson, even Carl could sense that there was definitely something wrong with such a little girl who suddenly appeared, with amazing explosive power and reaction speed, and who could use firearms. Not to mention Anson.

With such a group of people thrown into his hands, was Roman just running an errand or did he have an ulterior motive?

Recalling the warning the other party had given him before, Anson became more and more suspicious of Brigadier General Ludwig's cronies.

"My Lord, what are you going to do?"

Glancing at the little girl who was still swallowing, Karl hesitated and said: "You don't really want to keep these people, do you?"

"Well, what's wrong?"

"Why do you keep them - to be cannon fodder or to fill bomb craters?!" Karl's eyes widened:

"If this battle lasts for two or three months, maybe we can train our troops while fighting. Now if you can't take Thunder Castle within a month, you will be shot. Leave them here to see you off?!"

"Try it. How will you know if you don't try it." Anson shrugged as he picked up the wine glass:

"Weren't you a militia company commander before? Use your professional expertise."

If this were a novel or a game, then Kal Bain's head should have a sign like "Militia training speed and experience bonus" stamped on it.

It's a pity that he really traveled through time... Anson felt very regretful in his heart.

"Snapped!"

The expressionless Karl slapped his face and pointed with his trembling right hand at Lisa who was still devouring the food opposite him:

"What about her?"

"Well, what happened to her?"

"It's okay if you let a bunch of scum like us accompany you to death, but you also want a child to fight for you - and it's a little girl!"

"How many little girls have you seen with such strength?"

Anson said, pointing to the footprints on his face that had not disappeared: "How many other 'little girls' can shoot off cigarette butts from twelve meters away?"

Looking at the group leader in front of him who couldn't say anything, Karl rolled his eyes and slammed down the table, stood up and left with half a cigarette in his mouth.

This guy is obviously a smart guy, so why didn't he notice there was something wrong with this group of people?

Hmm...wait a minute, I'm not his adjutant, why should I worry about him? !

Karl, who felt more and more stuffy as he thought about it, bit off the cigarette in one bite and chewed a mouthful of low-quality tobacco irritably.

...Looking at Karl who had walked away, Anson looked back and smiled at Lisa who had finished a large bowl of soup but was still staring at her lunch box:

"I have a question."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah!"

Lisa nodded desperately and stared at Anson's lunch box.

"You said you were brought here by the man wearing a cloak and riding a horse?" Anson, who was persuasive, slowly pushed a bowl full of soup to the little girl:

"Can you tell me... what happened at that time?"

"He said he would give us food as long as we knew how to use a gun." Lisa, whose mouth was full of soup stains, kept swallowing saliva and stared at Anson as she recalled intermittently:

"I told him I would, but he didn't believe me."

Anson nodded, and he would definitely not believe it:

"Then what?"

"He called the people who were with me over to try one by one; I snatched the gun from one person's hand; he pulled out the gun and tried to hit me, but I shot it away..."

……………………

"You are hurt?"

In the camp, Ludwig, who was sitting in front of the sand table, raised his eyebrows and looked at Roman's right hand with some surprise. There was obvious blood under the thick bandage.

"Just an accident."

The unsmiling Roman took a step forward and avoided the topic: "According to your order, the supplies and recruits have been delivered to the First Regiment."

"How about it, are Lieutenant Colonel Anson Bach satisfied with my 'gift'?"

"I didn't see him in person. Things and accounts were passed on to his adjutant. Here is the full inventory and roster of soldiers."

"Well, put it on the table. I'll look at it when I have time."

Ludwig nodded and returned his attention to the sand table: "Go and supervise the logistics department to transport the next batch of artillery shells from the warehouse to the siege position as soon as possible; our number of artillery is too small and we need a large number of artillery shells to maintain firepower in one direction. Suppression can cover the soldiers' attack on the city after the trenches are completed."

"In addition, a private regiment was transferred from the position to garrison the warehouse and several small outposts were established around it. Although we are fighting on the inside, I am still a little worried. Once the empire's elite cavalry forcibly breaks through the siege position, our supply line will..."

"General!"

Seeing Ludwig's expression getting more and more excited, Roman, who couldn't hold back his impulse, finally couldn't help but interrupt.

"Um?"

Slowly raising his eyes to look at Roman, who had an obviously abnormal expression, Ludwig said calmly: "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, everything is normal."

Roman, who has always been sinister, said with a trembling voice: "It's just...it's just that I don't think you should trust Anson Bach so much."

"of course."

Ludwig nodded matter-of-factly.

Um?

Looking at the brigadier's expression, Roman was stunned and almost didn't react.

"He is just a young noble officer. He was lucky enough to inherit the power of blood and was able to enter the Royal Military Academy - he has no background, no birth, and no one cares." Ludwig shook his head:

"Half of him is willing to do things for me now because he is forced to do so, and the other half is because he himself can't run away, and he hopes to rely on the power of the Church of Order to go further; it's just a relationship of mutual use, and I don't trust him too much. But... …”

Ludwig changed the subject and looked at Roman: "Who else can I trust now besides him?"

Roman was shocked and lowered his head.

"Those bastards in the Army want to see my jokes. The officers sent to me are all scum! Except for you, I am a brigadier general and the commander of the conscripted army. I don't even have a staff officer who can discuss plans!"

"They just pointed at my nose and told me: Your Excellency, the heir to the Archbishop, get out of the Royal Army as quickly as possible. You are not this material!"

"So I plan to take a gamble on this Anson Bach - although he is just a student who has not graduated from the Army Academy, his plan is still complete, has the possibility of implementation, is not reckless and is very stable."

After a pause, Ludwig suddenly couldn't help laughing: "Moreover, he also put all his capital on this siege. If he fails, he will be doomed. As a soldier, I cannot be less courageous than a subordinate." .”

In the dull tent, Roman, who was hanging his head, remained motionless.

Ludwig, who noticed something strange, narrowed his eyes and stepped forward.

"You are not the type to be jealous of others, and there is no need for it." Ludwig's tone became colder:

"Did you find anything?"

"Nothing, everything is normal."

Roman, who had his head lowered, raised his gaze with a slight trembling: "I just want to remind the general to be careful; this battle at Thunder Castle... may be far more complicated than it seems."

"What's the meaning?"

"It's just some unverifiable speculations, and there is no reliable evidence." Roman's face showed a rare trace of nervousness:

"My subordinates will verify some of the contents as soon as possible and report to you, General."

After saying that, he quickly lowered his gaze.

Silent Ludwig stared at him for a long time before slowly nodding:

"Okay, I'll wait for your report."

"In addition, transfer a private regiment to the rear as soon as possible; pick a less scumbag from the bunch of scum and tell him that if there is a problem with the supply line, the idiot who was shot before will be his role model."

"yes!"

Roman, who was worried, immediately turned around and walked out of the camp after saluting Ludwig.

At this moment...

“Boom—!”

A deafening loud noise came from outside the tent.

Ludwig and Roman didn't even have time to be stunned. They instinctively rushed out of the camp and looked in the direction of Thunder Castle.

On the fortress wall, golden-red fire and billowing smoke were constantly spitting out in the direction of the siege position, and the roaring sound tearing through the air could be clearly heard from a long distance away.

The Imperial defenders, sensing the advance of the siege position, began to fight back.

……………………

"Boom——!!!"

With an extremely ear-piercing scream, the shell crashed to the ground.

The earthen wall that had not yet been compacted collapsed instantly, and the fragmented sand and gravel sprayed out into the trench, and there were bursts of miserable screams.

Anson, who was all excited, grabbed Lisa who had not yet reacted and rushed directly to the nearest cover position.

"Boom!"

Almost at the same time, a solid bullet followed an "elegant" arc trajectory and landed in the center of the officers' mess.

Looking at the dented restaurant, the two people with their backs against the earth wall shivered at the same time.

"What, what is this?"

Lisa, who looked pale, swallowed the bacon in her mouth tremblingly, not forgetting to hold a piece of dry bread tightly in her hand.

"Artillery." Anson pursed his lips: "If you get hit by one, you will be broken into pieces!"

Lisa's eyes widened as she looked at Anson, with an expression on her face that she was about to be frightened.

"This is still a solid bullet... If it is shrapnel, it will be thousands of lead bullets, raining down on you like a rotten sieve; if you are lucky, you will be killed on the spot if you are lucky; if you are not lucky... you may be on fire. "

Lowering his head, Anson looked at the little girl whose face was getting paler: "Are you scared? There's still time to leave now!"

The stunned Lisa looked at Anson, then at the bread in her hand, and then hungrily stuffed the rest into her mouth:

"Don't be afraid, you won't be afraid if you have something to eat!"

Looking at Lisa who was trying her best to swallow the bread, Anson suddenly couldn't help but swallow.

He hasn't eaten anything yet, and watching other people eat makes him hungry the most.

"When enemy fire is coming, go into the trench to hide from the artillery fire——!"

Carl Bain's heart-rending shouts rang out in the distance, and he crawled towards this side along the trenches.

"Plop!"

Carl, who suddenly stopped, leaned under the trench on Anson's side, breathing heavily while handing the rifle to him:

"Be prepared, and don't wait for the sound of artillery to stop before reloading - the empire's artillery is very powerful, allowing their infantry to attack against the last round of explosions. This lesson has been learned more than once."

Continuous roars rang in their ears. The three people huddled in the trench watched helplessly as the upper earthen wall was completely flattened. Unlike the last meaningless revenge, this time the empire was carrying out targeted shelling. .

Ten minutes later, the sound of gunfire gradually faded, and the three people who were trembling could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Everyone is in position - enter the defense line!"

Karl stood up quickly, raised his rifle and shouted loudly: "As ranked units, prepare -"

His words suddenly stopped.

The stunned Anson didn't have time to raise his head to look at his adjutant when the ground beneath him suddenly shook slightly.

In the area ravaged by artillery, the sand and gravel everywhere began to tremble.

Realizing that something had happened, Anson stood up suddenly and followed the stunned Karl's gaze in the direction of Thunder Castle.

Under the strong fortress, the gate is open.

The neatly lined-up imperial soldiers wore shining breastplates, held sabers and rode on tall horses, with carbines of various shapes hung on the fine saddles.

Under the roaring flag, these imperial soldiers were like legends from the previous era. They formed a horizontal line in front of the city gate and launched a charge towards the siege position without any warning.

"Everyone is ready - prepare to defend!"

Holding down Karl who had not yet recovered, Anson roared towards the defense line:

"The cavalry is coming!"