I will be crowned king

Amidst the roaring cannons, the imperial cavalry under the fortress launched an attack on the forward position.

The tremors of iron hoofs trampled on the icy frozen soil, and the tide swept down like rolling waves; in the roar and smoke like war drums, were the cavalry who maintained a tight front, and the formation was as neat as a city wall, standing with swords. They rushed towards the siege position in the face of their own artillery fire.

"It's cuirassiers. There are about three hundred people. They are heading towards..."

Looking at the billowing smoke and dust, Karl, whose voice was trembling, looked at Anson with unblinking eyes:

"They, they are rushing towards our position!"

Anson looked at the unconscious Karl, then at the line soldiers lying in the trenches, plus the refugees from Thunder Castle who had just "joined the army". Each of them looked pale and trembling, and the atmosphere of panic quickly spread among them.

"Can't run away, can't run away..." Karl's lips kept trembling, and he stared at Anson eagerly:

"What should we do, my captain - let them rush into the defense line and we will be dead!"

The trembling roar became louder and louder, and the attacking Imperial Cuirassiers had entered an acceleration phase.

The fortifications in front of them had been flattened by artillery, and the earthen walls on the trenches had been torn apart; in front of the murderous Imperial cavalry, there was nothing that could hinder their charge.

"Gather the troops and concentrate the entire regiment towards the center of the defense line."

Looking at the "cavalry wall" that was getting closer and closer, Anson's expression was also solemn as never before: "Organize two horizontal lines with the company as a unit, and use separate lines to shoot back the enemy!"

"What if the enemy ignores us and rushes directly towards us?"

"No matter what, it's important to defend our position first!"

"What about these people?" Karl pointed to the shivering refugees in the trenches.

"Give them rifles with fixed bayonets, but don't give them any bullets; find someone to drag that infantry cannon over. It's better than nothing."

Anson picked up Lisa, who was still trembling on the ground, and handed her into Karl's arms: "Also, take her away!"

"good!"

Gritting his teeth, Karl immediately turned around, squeezed out of the crowd and ran away.

"Trumpeter, blow the trumpet!"

Anson, who was carrying his rifle behind his back, pulled out his saber and raised it above his head:

"Everyone is in position - close the formation and spread out in two horizontal lines!"

The private soldiers who received the order completed their assembly with the officers and the sound of the bugle. Although they were still panic-stricken, they quickly entered a state of preparation for war and quickly loaded their ammunition amidst the scolding orders.

The "new recruits" who had been stuffed with rifles were still huddled in panic - the weapons were only for them to protect themselves, and there was no hope that they could hold the position with this group of people.

Glancing down at the little girl Lisa, who was trembling with fear from the sound of cannons, Anson's attention returned to the cavalry on the opposite side.

Four hundred meters...three hundred and five...three hundred...

Amidst the roaring of horse hooves, the imperial cuirassiers, who were gradually accelerating, thrust their sabers forward uniformly!

Launched a charge towards the siege position!

"Everyone is in place——"

The angry Anson raised his saber and swung it straight ahead:

"Three hundred meters - volley in line, fire!"

Gunfire flashed through the gray smoke, and accompanied by the sound of volleys of gunfire on the siege position, several cavalrymen screamed and fell from their saddles, disappearing in the smoke and dust. No trace.

But this did not hinder the pace of the cavalry charge, and it could not even slow down the opponent's attack speed a little like when facing the imperial phalanx.

The imperial cavalry, who remained as calm as ever, accelerated their charge. In just two rounds of volleys, this unstoppable torrent had already rushed in front of Anson.

"Fix bayonets——!!!"

While shouting with all their strength, the line soldiers who raised their rifles uniformly slashed their bright bayonets forward, just like the spear phalanx of the previous era, preparing to resist the charge of the cavalry.

But they all guessed wrong.

Just when the powerful "cavalry wall" was about to rush into the trench, the cavalry in the front row suddenly reined in their horses and turned around, while the cavalry in the back row had already drawn their carbines from their saddles.

"boom--!!!!"

Messy gunfire rang out, and several soldiers were killed on the spot. Their twitching bodies fell into the mud pit; the charging Imperial cavalry took turns in an orderly manner, firing continuously at the position that was no longer safe to defend.

Less than thirty meters away from the defense line, the imperial cavalry, which kept firing in rounds, did not even need to charge. They suppressed the counterattack of the entire 1st Infantry Regiment by relying on firepower alone.

In the chaos, there were constantly frightened refugees trying to escape, and there were also bewildered soldiers trying to get up and fight back, but they became the targets of the imperial cavalry.

The originally neat and orderly formation was instantly thrown into chaos under the intimidation of the cavalry.

The weak firepower exposed the lack of manpower of the first line of troops. Realizing this, the imperial cavalry immediately turned their horses around, bypassed the front, and penetrated the two wings of the forward position.

The trenches were so narrow that they were barely covered, and the fortifications were flattened by heavy artillery... The imperial cavalry was in a deserted position on the forward position.

However, the imperial cavalry that passed through Anson's defense line did not continue to charge, and there was no sign of distracting the attack; instead, the roar of horse hooves began to gather on his left and right wings.

Anson suddenly guessed something and his eyes widened in horror.

This group of Imperials... They are not just trying to harass the siege position, but they are planning to annihilate a besieging force, right?

And it happens to be me? !

"Tighten the defense!"

Anson looked around and shouted loudly:

"The first regiment, assemble in hollow square formation - form up!"

Anson knew very well that what he did was playing into the enemy's hands. But not doing so would make the two hundred soldiers plus himself a living target.

The only thing he could hope for now was that this hastily formed hollow square formation could withstand a charge from the imperial cavalry.

The bugle sounded again, and the panicked soldiers instinctively obeyed the order and followed the flag and bugle sound to assemble in the direction of Anson.

But the imperial cavalry did not intend to give him this time. With a command, the cavalry wielding sabers turned their horses and attacked the phalanx that was still hastily assembled.

The soldiers who had no time to assemble and the refugees who fled in all directions were trampled and crushed mercilessly by the iron hooves.

The deafening neighing and roaring of the war horses were like huge waves, charging from all directions.

Facing the oncoming cavalry, the line soldiers who maintained a tight formation side by side had bloodless faces, their hands holding rifles were trembling, and their eyes looking forward were full of fear.

Standing in the center of the square formation, Anson forced himself to be calm, raising his rifle; his slightly trembling pupils stared at the imperial cavalry who was about to rush to the front of the formation; he stared at the face with a ferocious smile, raising his saber.

Then, pull the trigger.

"Boom——!!!"

The moment the bullet flew out of the gun barrel, a cannonball that came from nowhere hit the cavalry charging queue.

Amidst the loud noise of earth and rocks collapsing, three imperial cavalrymen were instantly knocked away by the air waves raised by the shells. They screamed and were trampled by the horses behind them before they could stop in time;

The imperial cavalry, whose charging momentum was interrupted, seemed to have hit an invisible wall and fell into brief chaos.

"Everyone on position—fire!"

Anson, who seized the opportunity, gave the order decisively without any time to think.

"boom--!!!!"

The sky filled with gunpowder smoke was like thunder on the ground, and countless gunfire spewed out.

With an extremely dense volley, a whole row of imperial cavalry who were still charging fell instantly.

Amidst the wailing sounds of men and horses falling on their backs, the imperial cavalry, which had suffered nearly a dozen casualties, rushed through the smoke and slammed into the hollow square of the first line of troops.

"Maintain the formation and resist them!"

The moment they met the enemy, the fighting between the two sides became intense.

In the melee, the imperial cavalry, who were strangled into a group, kept trying to break through. However, facing the tightly formed hollow phalanx, the huge size of the war horses put the enemy cavalry at an absolute numerical disadvantage; the line infantry, whose tactical movements were rigid and rigid, After a round of volley fire, it was difficult for the bayonet in his hand to hurt the imperial cavalry wearing breastplates.

Some had their heads cut off with sabers, some had their necks shot through by stray bullets, some had their chests crushed by iron hoofs, and some had their torsos pierced by bayonets... Roaring and wailing alternately sounded on the blood-splattered battlefield, one by one dead. Toru's body fell, and was quickly filled with people behind him who were not dead yet.

"boom--!"

Looking at the black hole of the muzzle, the astonished cavalryman still clutched the saber tightly in his hand, but found that he could not swing it; the plasma spurted from his eyebrows dyed the world red the moment he fell.

"boom!"

Almost at the same time that Anson fell forward, a lead bullet hit his back, pulling the bullet mark and drilling into the head of the charging horse.

The wailing horse neighed loudly and threw the cavalryman off his horse; the cavalryman holding a carbine looked at his comrade who had been accidentally killed in panic. Before he could figure out the situation, Anson, who fell to the ground, shot him through the neck.

Gritting his teeth and panting heavily, Anson used his saber to support his body and stood up.

Relying on his "vision" that can see everything around him, he can indeed see all enemies at 360 degrees without distinction or blind spots; but just "seeing" is not enough to survive this kind of melee.

What's more, God knows whether this extremely weird "power" has any side effects - the pain that feels like a bayonet piercing his skull, Anson really doesn't want to experience it a second time.

The howling cold wind hit from the side. Anson, who was clenching his teeth, tightened his grip on the handle of the knife and moved it sideways.

"clang!"

The blood-stained blade blocked the sharp blade that struck his neck, and the black revolver's muzzle directly pressed against the opponent's head.

Gunfire and smoke spurted out from behind the shattered skull, and another Imperial Cavalry fell to the ground.

But this was not enough to reverse the decline of the 1st Infantry Regiment.

The hollow square formation composed of more than two hundred people was ravaged to pieces in front of the elite and powerful imperial cavalry; almost from the moment they encountered the enemy, everyone fell into a hard fight.

Even being able to hold on until this moment without breaking down is an incredible miracle.

"Boom——!!!"

There was another loud noise, and a cannonball flying from nowhere hit the ranks of the Imperial Cavalry.

Amid the screams of men and women falling on their backs, the first regiment, which had a chance to breathe, quickly closed its line; the imperial cavalry, which tried a round of charge but failed to penetrate the phalanx, had to retreat while covering and shooting.

Facing the first regiment, which had not completely collapsed and could barely maintain its phalanx, the imperial cavalry seemed to be in some kind of hesitation.

They believed they could defeat the Clovis in front of them, but they would definitely have to pay a lot of casualties.

"Knights of the Empire!"

A loud roar rang out in the imperial ranks, and a young cavalryman brandishing a saber rushed out of his team:

"Before today, it was this group of evil Clovis people in front of us who killed the noble Sir Louis Bernard! Let us avenge our lord Louis in the name of the empire..."

"Boom——!!!"

There was a loud noise, and everyone only had time to see the roaring black shadow, and the young cavalry who shouted angrily lost his head.

In full view of everyone, the headless corpse clutching the saber swayed twice on the horse and fell into the cold mud pit.

In an instant, everyone's eyes were looking towards the direction where the gunfire sounded; but except for the smoke floating in the sky, there was nothing.

"Boom——!!!"

There was another round of artillery fire, and the whistling artillery shells accurately dodged the hollow square formation on one side, tearing an imperial cavalryman and horse into pieces.

Looking at Pao Ze who was killed silently by the explosion, the imperial cavalry seemed to have finally made up their minds and quickly spread out in formation around them, bypassing the position of the first regiment in a roundabout way.

The surviving soldiers looked at the enemy's retreating figure, and then looked at the corpses lying everywhere in front of them, as if everything was just an illusion.

Only Anson stood there, staring thoughtfully in the direction where the gunfire had just sounded.

At the same time, Carl Bain, who was hiding in the trench of the defensive line, leaned on the "Bang Bang Cannon" behind him, silently took out the cigarette case from his jacket pocket, shook out a cigarette and held it in his mouth, "Pap, crack, crack" Use a match to make a fire.

The little girl Lisa August on the side was lying on the gun port, grinning excitedly and playing with it up and down, as if looking at her beloved doll, which was extremely cute.

But there was only a hint of fear in Karl's eyes when he looked at the little girl.

In his military career, which is neither short nor long, he has heard and seen all kinds of unimaginable legends - sharpshooters eight hundred meters away, cavalry charging in a hail of bullets, stormtroopers with one against a hundred, suspected A staff officer who masters black magic and controls the undead...

He basically didn't believe it.

And now I have to believe it.

Just now, he watched with his own eyes this "cute" little girl, using this "Bang Bang Cannon" that could only hold one pound (about 0.45 kilograms) of artillery shells, forcibly defeated the troops who almost completely annihilated the First Infantry Regiment. Imperial Cavalry!

If this is just "very powerful", then "cannon headshot" can only be described as "horrifying"!

Reminiscent of the unimaginable blood power of a certain "leader", Karl suddenly began to wonder if he was surrounded by a bunch of deadly guys, and he, who knew nothing, was the only normal person?

Thinking of this, Karl, who was still frightened, bit his cigarette holder and sucked hard.

"Hey, why are you looking at me?"

Lisa raised her head and looked at Karl curiously with her innocent eyes.

"Oh, no, no...I'm not looking at you, I'm looking at it!"

Karl, who was gulping down the smoke, desperately held down his trembling right hand, patted the still hot barrel hard, and squeezed out a smile on his stiff face:

"I just suddenly felt that this cannon came at just the right time!"