I will be crowned king

In order to think more calmly, Ludwig drove all the generals out of the camp until he made a decision.

However, in Anson's eyes, this is basically equivalent to Ludwig admitting that his plan is correct, but he does not want to appear that he listens to him in everything, which is too unassertive, so he has to make a "serious decision" alone.

When he decides to implement this plan later, it will look like he made the decision independently after listening to everyone's opinions.

Basically, he's just a bit awkward, but also very face-conscious guy... Anson, who was full of complaints, began to involuntarily raise the corners of his mouth.

But there is also an advantage, that is, if the plan fails afterwards, the blame will not be placed on Anson alone - since it is a common suggestion, then everyone is responsible; everyone is responsible, which means no one is responsible. .

After thinking about this, Anson's mouth curved deeper.

At this moment, a young man wearing an army sergeant's uniform with a leather wrap hanging on his left shoulder came forward and gave Anson a chest-beating salute in a tentative tone:

"Excuse me...are you Army Lieutenant Colonel Anson Bach?"

Anson nodded in return, and the other party's eyes immediately lit up after receiving the reply:

"Great! Here is a letter from you. It was sent from Oak Town two days ago. The person who sent the letter seems to be a professor from the college... Uh, I'm sorry to talk too much. Please sign for it!"

professor? Sent to me?

Anson, who frowned slightly, took the letter from the other party. There was a coat-of-arms-like pattern on the sealing ink. Obviously, the person who sent the letter was not an ordinary person.

Looking at the leaving figure of the messenger, Anson hesitated for a moment and decided to open the letter:

"Dear classmate Anson Bach, hello.

It has been many years since you left the missionary college and went to the Military Academy as a special admissions student. Do you still remember your yearning for history and geography?

To this day, I can still think of the young man who always asked me about the history of the Clovis dynasty and the great geographical discoveries after class. It is you children who are tireless and always full of curiosity about the world, who have impressed me time and time again. Rekindle your desire for intellectual exploration.

Therefore, when you write to me again to ask about historical issues, you can never imagine how excited I am; I am so envious of the energy of you young people and your ability to find pleasure in the vast history.

Closer to home, when I heard that you were about to complete your internship, I planned to go to the southern fortress to meet you. However, there was a war, and the public security in Bucket Town was too poor to hire a carriage.

So I have to use this letter to answer the question you raised last time about the surname "Auguste".

First of all, I want to prove your guess that this is indeed a very traditional and ancient Clovis surname; it has existed even longer than the Osterian royal family, and can be traced back to the ancient Kingdom of Clovis, and is closely related to its status within the kingdom. There are some connections to the illustrious Rune family.

Unfortunately, the real August bloodline has been cut off long ago; the information that can be found is very trivial, and most of it is just rumors - such as dark creatures and evil magic.

However, I did not give up because of this. I plan to go back to the academy's library to check it out in detail. By then, I hope you have finished your military service and returned to the capital to join this fun-filled exploration activity.

May the Circle of Order bless you.

Your history professor, mentor, and like-minded friend.

Mace Honnard. "

"Snapped!"

Anson, who was all excited, suddenly grabbed the letter and his movement without any warning attracted the attention of the people around him.

"What's wrong?" Roman approached, his expression still as cold as ever.

"A...professor from the history department. He was my favorite in college, and to a certain extent, he is my mentor." Anson slowly opened the wrinkled letter, trying not to lie:

"We haven't seen each other for many years, so I didn't expect him to be willing to reply to my letter."

Roman, who remained silent, looked directly into Anson's eyes, his cold eyes gradually turning into two slits.

This silence lasted for more than ten seconds. After looking at Anson, who looked nothing strange, Roman turned and left.

call……

When the tension finally relaxed, Anson realized that the back of his neck was covered with cold sweat.

Looking at the elegant and neat handwriting on the letter, he was now 100% sure that this "Mace Honnard" was the black mage who had been negotiating with him before!

And the other party is indeed the history professor of the "former Anson" when he was at the church college, and he has been hiding in the conscripted army under a disguised identity, always monitoring him!

But these are no longer problems now - if the other party is willing to take the risk to write such a letter and reveal his name, there is a high probability that he has left the military camp.

So what prompted the other party to leave, and why he had to write such a letter before leaving?

I'm afraid this will have to wait until I return to the royal capital and go to the college to question the history professor face to face.

Anson breathed a sigh of relief, and then carefully looked at the content of the letter - it was basically an answer to the last question he mentioned when they met last time, and it was also the most irrelevant and harmless question.

But since the other party is willing to take the risk to write to me and work hard to ensure that he will receive it, it means that the content of the letter is definitely not as simple as it seems.

Could it be that he was warning himself that the historical background of the August family was complicated and that he should not get involved without being mentally prepared?

No... Anson frowned and rejected his speculation. This kind of problem is not worthy of the concern of a member of an underground evil organization, and it is not like the style of the "black mage".

What makes the other party willing to take risks will definitely have an impact on his plan to successfully capture Thunder Castle.

Southern Fortress, Barrel Town... Anson's eyes were fixed on the only two place names in the entire article.

Because the empire launched a large-scale invasion without warning in the winter, the Southern Army was put into a passive position. If it went wrong, one or two important border fortresses would be lost. The war would spread into the country, and there was indeed a possibility of territorial loss.

But at least in the short term, Anson does not see any hope of a quick victory for the Empire - the winter offensive is indeed unexpected, but there is a price to pay; even if it is passively beaten, the elite Southern Army will not be so quick A collapse of thousands of miles.

Having the memory of "former Anson" serving in the southern fort, Anson had great confidence in that fort.

As for Barrel Town... Anson thought about it carefully, and there were indeed many rumors recently about a large number of imperial cavalry appearing near Barrel Town.

Is it possible that another of Carl Bain's crow's mouths will come true? !

Anson, who was feeling a little panicked, heard the footsteps behind him, so he folded the letter again and put it in his coat pocket, standing there pretending to be calm.

"The Brigadier's order, everyone returns to the conference room."

Roman, standing in the crowd, said coldly: "Get ready, it's time to announce the order."

After saying that, he turned around and walked into the tent first.

A group of officers around them looked at each other with uneasiness, and returned to their seats on both sides of the sand table one after another.

At the end of the sand table, with his elbows on the table and fingers crossed, Ludwig still looked stern, but he could still feel that he was in a much better mood than before - as if he had finally made a decision after hesitating for a long time. Breathing expression.

"Everyone, I have made my decision, and I don't intend to ask any of you for your opinion."

Looking around in front of the sand table, Ludwig said in a deep voice:

"I decided to use the two newly established artillery positions as the core to build a forward position that can be used as the main attack area during the siege!"

"Starting at seven o'clock tonight, a quarter of the soldiers in the army will be responsible for this project and will perform it in rotation within the next four days; the soldiers who perform the task can receive extra rations and a small allowance, which are provided by the conscripted army Logistics is fully taken care of and…”

Ludwig, who suddenly stopped talking, stared at the messenger who suddenly broke into the camp - the same person who had just delivered the letter to Anson.

"what happened?"

"The latest information, Brigadier-General!"

The messenger standing at the door of the camp gasped for air and hurriedly saluted Ludwig:

"Sent from Oak Town!"