I will be crowned king

Chapter 285 All tactics are for...

At 2:10 in the morning, Green Valley, near the center of the town.

In the middle of a desolate street full of rubble and rubble, the elf caster puffed away smoke from a cigarette in his mouth and wandered aimlessly in the rainstorm; the bitter taste of inferior cigarettes stimulated his nerves, making him feel uncomfortable for the first time. The Yisel Elf who tried it became extremely alert after coughing continuously.

Looking up at the battlefield covered in artillery fire in the distance, mixed with gunshots and shouts of death, and listening to the footsteps running wildly through the surrounding streets, the elf caster slowed down his pace again, and his pace became more and more leisurely.

The battle that belonged to him tonight ended the moment the orange-red fireworks rose.

Although there is only one small church in the Green Valley, and based on the information obtained in the past few days, there is a high probability that no one from the Tribunal will appear here... But in any case, it is not cost-effective for spellcasters to risk exposure and fight.

Spellcasters who have not reached the level of blasphemous mage may be really strong against ordinary people, but in the melee of the army, they are just a "higher" head.

For the Ysel elves, who once dominated for a while, but were forced to abandon their traditional beliefs and surrender to the church under the pressure of the ordered world in the past hundred years, they felt this much more profoundly than many human Old God sects.

From lead bullets with a diameter of ten millimeters to solid bullets with a diameter of 64 pounds, there is always one that can make all living beings equal.

No matter how powerful the spell magic is or the blood mage who has achieved the miracle of life, it cannot withstand the continuous volley of a line company or the coverage of artillery fire for one minute.

It is precisely because of this that the Thirteen Councils that once truly ruled the Elf Kingdom of Yser were reduced to a "little old god sect" today, forty-seven years after the Saints' Calendar, and became a group that could only be seen in the streets. Those who work in dark corners...

"Um?"

The spellcaster who was puffing out smoke suddenly stopped and turned his head to the street beside him in slight surprise; through the heavy rain, he could faintly hear the footsteps of groups and the sound of very rhythmic breathing.

Of course there is nothing strange about this, but what if these sounds are running in the opposite direction to the battlefield?

Soon, another footsteps sounded, but the difference was that the sound was softer and coming straight towards him.

The elf spellcaster holding a low-quality cigarette raised his head, and then saw a petite figure running straight, and the rifle bayonet in her hand that split the rain curtain.

"boom!"

The golden-red gun flame surged at the muzzle as the trigger was pulled, and the lead bullet that tore the air emitted a soul-shaking scream, and rushed towards the elf caster together with the girl.

The moment the gunfire rang out, the stunned elf caster tried his best to dodge to one side. The hot lead bullet only shattered his left shoulder, and the raised right fingertips ignited a weak flame again.

The next second, the flames suddenly turned into javelins and rushed towards the attacking girl.

Spell magic, rising fire.

"boom--!"

The golden-red fire burst out in the rain, but there was no scene of the girl being blown into pieces in the flames; in the dazzling fire, there was nothing but rain and empty streets.

The eyes of the elf spellcaster holding a cigarette widened, and his raised right hand gradually exploded into smoke.

He was going to unfold the mist of the undead and put some distance between himself and the weird girl.

at this time……

"puff!"

The elf caster suddenly trembled, coughed violently involuntarily, and the right hand that was about to turn into smoke returned to its original state.

"Cough! Cough cough cough..."

Thick plasma coughed out of his mouth uncontrollably, dyeing the cigarette at the corner of his mouth red.

The elf caster suddenly understood something, his eyes suddenly condensed, trembling, and he slowly lowered his head and looked down.

The blood-stained bayonet penetrated from his chest at the heart, and the tip of the sharp knife seemed to be stained with a little bit of bleeding flesh.

The shocked elf caster coughed and turned to look behind him:

"You...are actually a spell caster..."

"puff!"

The sound of the sharp blade tearing flesh and blood sounded again, and the powerless elf caster "Plop!" fell to his knees in the rain, with his neck positioned exactly parallel to Lisa's slashing bayonet.

"Crack!"

The moment the sword flashed, the headless corpse fell to the ground before it could scream; Lisa, with scarlet eyes, pulled out the revolver from her waist and aimed it at the spherical object rising into the air.

"boom!"

The lead bullet hit the elf caster's ferocious cheek between the eyebrows, and his head exploded, causing blood mist to explode in the rain.

The unburned cigarette was soaked in blood and turned red, falling into a pool of blood.

Standing next to the body, Lisa knelt down, picked up the cigarette butts that fell on the ground, and looked at them curiously; she had seen Karl and Mrs. Bogner biting this thing more than once, and they would exhale smoke while biting, revealing the An expression of special enjoyment.

Is it delicious?

This idea popped into Lisa's little mind.

But it was just a thought... The next second, Lisa, with a look of disgust on her face, threw the bloody cigarette butt on the ground, followed the movement of the large army with the Borni rifle on her back, and continued running towards the street shrouded in rain.

……………

The dense volleys of gunfire and shouts of death gradually faded away, and the heavily armed storm group shuttled through the deserted streets, approaching the north city wall.

More than 700 soldiers maintained a tight column formation and trotted silently with their heads lowered. Due to the low visibility and heavy rain around them, everyone was focused on following the footsteps of the people in the front row to prevent themselves from being disconnected from the larger army.

More than 700 soldiers, like more than 700 ants, ran wildly into the dark night in the heavy rain.

From the beginning, Anson never thought about fighting a so-called head-on "positional battle" with the Aiden people in Green Valley.

The reason is very simple. The narrow terrain and long battlefield depth are too great for the Ayden Legion, whose strength is more than twice its own. Even if you can block all streets and squares, as long as the other party can invest at any cost, With the strength of the troops, it would only be a matter of time before the front line was penetrated.

After all, he only has 5,000 men in his hands. After throwing out the reserves, the number of troops that can be deployed at each stronghold and defense line must be far less than that of the Aiden Army. It is destined that it is impossible to strictly defend every place.

Night attacks are destined to bring chaos, and street fighting in towns will greatly smooth out the gap in combat literacy between the two sides. Such battles are very detrimental to the Storm Division.

So Anson's plan was simple and straightforward - change homes.

Let go of the defense line, the army retreats step by step and shrinks its troops, allowing the mad-dog-like Aiden Legion to besiege the warehouse stronghold; then he leads the Storm Regiment and the Guard Company to take advantage of this opportunity, bypassing the frontal battlefield and not confronting the Aiden people head-on, and directly launches a sneak attack The headquarters located outside the northern city wall, capture Victor Emmanuel alive!

The Green Valley is so small that it cannot accommodate nearly 20,000 troops fighting each other in the city. The Green Valley is also so big that even if there are 20,000 people fighting in the city, there are still many roads that can bypass the enemy and directly attack them. Attack the enemy's inner rear.

As long as Duke Eden is captured, Carl Bain is left in the warehouse by him, and the remaining troops of the Storm Division survive the night, the Eden people will have to surrender if they don't surrender - perfect.

It was such a brilliant plan that reduced complexity to simplicity that Anson couldn't help but admire himself.

Of course, although it seems easy, in actual operation, there are still many problems to be solved and a little luck is required to implement this plan.

But tonight, I seem to be particularly lucky. A heavy rain caused both sides to lose all vision of the battlefield tonight. They were unable to make accurate judgments on the battle situation. They were even blinded by what happened within a radius of 50 meters.

This not only provided the Storm Regiment with good concealment and cover, but it also seemed to have caused the Ayden Regiment on the opposite side to misjudge the battle situation, thinking that the warehouse stronghold was about to be captured, and nearly 10,000 troops attacked them all at once.

The direct consequence is that the entire Beicheng District has almost become an empty city; there are not many troops guarding all the street strongholds and intersections, so that the storm group of nearly 700 people can move here unimpeded.

But this alone is not enough, because Green Valley is an away battle against the Storm Division, and the narrow and winding streets coupled with extremely low visibility will also have an impact on the Storm Group.

And the current Beicheng District is not completely devoid of Aiden Legion troops. In addition, there are elven spellcasters still wandering in the streets. These people will expose Anson's "replacement" tactics at any time, leading to the failure of the battle.

But for Anson, who has "superpowers", this biggest problem is not a problem.

I was able to lead more than 2,000 people through the blizzard and across the morning ice peak with my supernatural powers - although I ended up going the wrong way - so tonight I led 700 people to sneak attack on the Ayden Legion headquarters, which was not a problem.

The premise is that there are no elf spellcasters who are also good at insight on the opposite side.

However, at this point in the battle, it is useless even if there are reconnaissance spellcasters on the opposite side, unless he has other ways to instantly pull back the tens of thousands of Aiden's troops trapped in the warehouse stronghold within fifteen minutes. , otherwise the Duke of Eden would no longer have to think about the comeback.

Just as Anson was running wildly with his mind full of random thoughts, the excited Lisa turned back from the street on the right and saluted Anson with a straight face.

"Guard Company Commander Lisa Bach, return to the team!"

"Welcome back to the team, Captain Lisa Bach!" Anson returned the military salute seriously. At the same time, his mind had already included the "superpowers" of the four surrounding streets, and he quickly locked onto another figure.

"There is an enemy stationed behind the barricade sixty meters ahead. He is hiding in the corner from the rain with his back to the barricade... Are you confident?!"

"Leave it to Lisa!"

The girl who responded loudly picked up Borni from behind again, and her petite figure disappeared into the rainy night in the blink of an eye.

………………

At the same time, Victor Emmanuel, Duke of Ayden, outside the northern city wall, was anxiously waiting for the results of the battle.

At this point in the battle, the outcome has little to do with him - all the plans have been completed, all the chips have been put on the gambling table, and whether he wins or loses depends on who has the bigger trump card.

The troops on the front line were still sending messengers to deliver first-hand battle reports to the young Duke; of course, almost all of them were good news. Either another street had been captured, or the Clovis people were forced to shrink their defenses again. , or how many casualties the new round of offensive has caused to the enemy...

The problem is, none of these battle reports are what he wants to hear.

None of them said "our army has torn apart the enemy's positions and invaded the warehouse stronghold."

None of them said "Anson Bach has been found and is engaging in a firefight with the main force of the Storm Division led by him."

None of them said "the southern city wall has been conquered and the city gate has been controlled, cutting off the Storm Division's retreat".

Duke Eden stood calmly in front of the map, leaning on his sword. His resolute expression made it impossible for all the messengers to know whether he was in a good or bad mood after hearing the battle report. His calm and gentle attitude seemed to indicate victory. Conqueror in hand.

Only the slightly trembling hands that tightly grasped the handle of the knife vaguely showed his anxious mood at the moment.

The difficult decisions before the war and the joy of victory after ordering the attack were all gone at this moment, leaving only endless tension and a trace of fear suppressed in the deepest part of my heart.

In the tent filled with damp vapor, the dim kerosene lamp flickered on and off, as if foreshadowing something.

"Eastern defense line."

Duke Eden, who had been silent and suppressed for a long time, suddenly interrupted the messengers who were "delivering victory reports": "Are there any battle reports on the eastern defense line? Has it not been conquered yet?"

The messengers in the tent were all startled and looked at each other in confusion, but no one spoke.

Looking at the stunned expressions, Duke Eden's indifferent expression instantly turned ferocious.

"Since you don't know, then go quickly!"

The furious Duke grabbed the messenger by the collar and threw him to the ground like a broken doll: "Do you have to wait until I give the order to know what to do?!"

"O-obey!"

The messenger soldier got up from the ground in panic, left the tent as quickly as possible, and ran towards the rainy night.

"What's wrong?"

Mattias on the side couldn't help but ask: "Did something happen to the east defense line?"

"have no idea!"

The irritable Duke Eden growled angrily, but quickly calmed himself down and looked at the other party with solemn eyes.

"But I have a very bad feeling that something might be going on there - or something has already happened."

"Why?"

Although he was born into a noble pure-blood family, Matthias's job was as a court official and diplomat, and his understanding of war was still limited to the concept of an "enlarged version" of a melee involving a dozen people.

"Because it has not been conquered yet - otherwise my officers would have sent back the good news long ago!" Duke Eden explained coldly:

"Why, why is it the only one that has not been conquered? Obviously the defense lines in the middle and the west have retreated, but this direction is the only one that has to resist attacks from both sides and refuses to retreat?"

"There are only two possibilities. The first is that they missed the best time to retreat and had to stay in place; but this is too strange, because the east side defense line should be the last line of defense to fight us. It is impossible for them There was not enough time to retreat.”

"Another possibility... is that the army holding on here is a trap left by Anson Bach!"

"boom--!!!!"

The moment he finished speaking, a dense volley of gunshots suddenly sounded outside Duke Eden's tent.

Anson Bach and the Stormtroopers, who were crossing the battlefield, had already reached the northern city wall.