I will be crowned king

"Fire! Fire! Fire!"

At the northern city wall position, Knight Aiden howled at the top of his lungs, waving his saber with his right hand as if he was having an epilepsy, directing the soldiers behind the wall stacks and barricades to fire round after round of volleys in an attempt to block the storm group's frontal charge.

On the not-so-large city gate position, the golden-red gun flames continued to roar like thunder; the rows of lead bullets pouring out of the smoke were full of oppression, "cleaning" the rubble filled with craters over and over again. , ruin-like streets.

Facing the solid barricade, the storm group, which dropped more than a dozen corpses, immediately stopped its frontal attack and began to look for bunkers in the surrounding streets.

And the Aiden Knight who successfully "repelled" the Clovis attack was not happy for long... Just a few minutes later, the opposite storm group began to fight back.

The dense gun flames and thick gun smoke were clearly visible even in the streets shrouded in rainy nights; accompanied by the crisp sound of gun bolts and triggers, screams rang out one after another on both sides; the skull was penetrated by a lead bullet with a diameter of ten millimeters. , torso and arms, the helpless wails of the soldiers were soon drowned out by the sound of rain and gunfire.

But the pale Knight Aiden soon noticed that there were obviously more screams on his side!

Not only did Eden's regiment come out in full force, but the Storm Regiment had an overwhelming strength advantage in the face of a defense line with only half of the regiment's strength. It was also because the entire infantry regiment was equipped with Leopold rifles and a few elite skirmishers and guards. Lian Geng is equipped with an imported Borney...the minimum rate of fire is four rounds per minute, which is twice that of ordinary front-loading rifles.

During the confrontation stage, the firepower of an individual soldier is twice that of the opponent, which means absolute fire suppression!

So Knight Aiden was horrified to see that in front of the almost crazy firepower of the storm group on the opposite side, the soldiers around him were rapidly losing strength at a speed visible to the naked eye, and heart-rending screams came one after another.

"Damn it, aren't the artillery in place yet?!" the horrified Knight Aiden howled:

"The damn Clovis people on the other side are almost in our faces! Artillery support, where is the artillery support?!"

"Stop howling, save your energy!" The dusty-faced flag officer next to him interrupted. He inserted the Iron Fist battle flag into the soil at his feet, took aim and shot the rifle in the hands of the corpse on the ground:

"There has been no artillery support for a long time - the salvo that attacked the warehouse stronghold before was the last reserve, and there is no lead dregs left in the ammunition box."

"But we still have enough propellant!"

Knight Aiden retorted somewhat hysterically: "Pull the cannon over and fill it with sand and lead shot. It can also be used as a shotgun!"

"Yes, the premise is that you can convince the Duke." The flag officer shook his head disapprovingly:

"Those are high-quality artillery pieces imported from the empire at high prices. How could the Duke be willing to fill them with sand? What's more..."

Lowering his head to avoid a lead bullet that hit his scalp, the flag-bearer, whose temples were bleeding, suddenly lowered his voice and said, "What's more, where do you think the Clovis people opposite came from?"

"Huh? You mean..." Knight Aiden, with wide eyes, took a breath of air:

"But...it can't be right? There are more than 10,000 of us, and we have taken the lead...No matter how good the Clovis people are at fighting, they can't just..."

"The Yser elves in Eagle Point City thought so too, but they lasted less than a day and were killed by the Clovis people!" The flag officer's face was gloomy, with a bit of fear in his eyes:

"In short, no matter what happens on the front line, our side won't be able to hold on for long. If we continue to fight like this, we will only be able to hold on for another ten minutes at most. We definitely can't wait for reinforcements; so we should think more about how to escape later..."

"boom!"

The moment the words stopped suddenly, a cold lead bullet penetrated his eyebrows. The body of the flag officer, whose face was covered with blood, trembled slightly. His hands that gradually lost strength dropped the rifle to the ground, and then his body fell to the ground. It's in the mud of rain.

Scarlet blood spread under his head, flowing freely in the rain.

The pale-faced Knight Aiden was shocked, but he also knew that now was not the time to be in a daze. He had to find a way to retreat before the storm group tore apart the defense line, and he did not have to be held accountable by the Duke afterwards.

But the next second, he realized that he didn't seem to need to think about this.

When he instinctively looked to the opposite side, his keen vision suddenly caught the black pillars that were "squeaking" and smoking, drawing beautiful arcs across the night sky...

In an instant, Knight Aiden, who was so excited, threw himself decisively towards the ground. He lay on the ground in the mud and hugged the body of the flag officer to block his body. However, his rich voice in the past let out a scream that even a woman could not match:

"Concealed! Grenade-grenade-!"

"boom--!!!!"

The moment the words fell, there was a deafening roar in the night sky; the golden-red fire bursting from the explosion illuminated the dark night, and the heat wave mixed with chips and gravel swept across the northern city wall position, ravaging all living things within the blast range.

Although there were barricades for cover, and the soldiers basically hid in the bunkers immediately; some unlucky ones were still torn apart by the fragments in the explosion, or were stunned by the air waves, and were in a trance caused by severe tinnitus. Falling into coma due to imbalance.

However, Knight Aiden, who was lucky enough to survive this round of explosions, did not have much joy on his face, because after the explosion, thick smoke also appeared on the position, blocking the view of the entire northern city wall position.

They put smoke grenades in the grenades? !

The piercing bugles and the shouts of charging resounded through the sky, rushing toward them like a frenzy in the dark!

"Damn it!"

Unwilling to do so, Knight Aiden gritted his teeth and climbed up from the ground, holding his saber and gun at his waist, intending to die with the oncoming enemies.

Even if I'm going to die, I can't make it easy for you Clovis scum!

The next second, Knight Aiden raised his head and saw a thin figure tearing through the smoke, holding a revolver with an exaggerated barrel, leaping across the barricade and rushing towards him.

And at the moment when he was stunned, the exaggeratedly large revolver roared towards him.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The moment he landed, the ferocious-looking Anson kicked the Aiden knight to the ground, whose head was blown off by the "dagger", and fired three more shots at the two Aiden soldiers who rushed forward.

Behind him, hundreds of Stormtroopers soldiers had also torn apart the enemy's defense line. Under the cover of explosions and smoke, they rushed into the position with rifles mounted on bayonets and fought with the bomb-blinded Aiden soldiers.

Accompanied by the piercing sound of gunfire, flying bullets and the sound of bayonets piercing the torso, a tragic hand-to-hand battle was officially staged.

Bullets penetrated the skull, bayonets tore flesh... In the disorderly melee, the Aiden people, who had always had smooth sailing before, felt for the first time the feeling of being crushed by superior forces in hand-to-hand combat.

Even though most of them are elite veterans, no matter how good their skills and experience in this kind of melee are, they are not as good as having two more rifles with bayonets inserted and ready to fire at any time.

"Leave two and three companies behind and continue to clean up the miscellaneous fish! Others should not stop and entangle with the enemy, break through the defense line as soon as possible!"

Anson, who was running wildly, roared with all his strength, and shot the chest of the soldier in front of him with a backhand shot. He tried his best to keep his voice from being covered by the sound of gunfire and fighting, so that it could reach the ears of every soldier:

"The target is already in sight, we must not let Duke Eden go!"

"Come on, rush on, rush on!"

……………………

"Duke, we must retreat!"

In the military camp tent, Matthias said eagerly, with a solemn expression mixed with a trace of panic.

"retreat?"

Duke Ayden, who was sitting on the chair, sneered and seemed indifferent to the elf messenger's proposal:

"My army of more than 10,000 people is still fighting the Clovis people. It is possible to capture the warehouse stronghold at any time and drive out all the Storm Divisions on the opposite side... At this time, you want me to retreat? No offense, but I really don't understand you. What are you thinking about?"

"What are you thinking... Anson Bach has already come to kill you!" Mattias looked at him in disbelief:

"You only have more than 300 defenders left on the northern city wall - if you continue to wait like this, you will lose more than just a green valley and more than 10,000 troops!"

"So what?" Duke Eden continued to sneer, with a trace of disdain in his eyes:

"Yes, I only have a guard of more than 300 people on the northern city wall, but how many people can Anson Bach bring? Four hundred, five hundred? He wants to run across the entire Green Valley to attack me. He How many people can be around?"

"But no matter how little it is, it's enough for him to break through the defense line and kill you!"

The panicked Matias growled, while looking at the young Duke in front of him with a puzzled expression.

Just a few minutes ago, he was more nervous than himself, but at this moment, he calmed down, with a calm expression mixed with a little sarcasm.

It was as if his sincere proposal sounded like a big joke to him.

"So you really don't understand what war is, Lord Mattias."

Looking at the anxious and puzzled elf messenger, Duke Aiden slowly calmed down his sarcastic expression and explained to the other party "patiently":

"To put it simply, Anson Bach and I are now making a gamble."

"gamble?"

Mattias was stunned, and he didn't understand even more.

"To put it simply, he and I are betting on two things - the first is when the warehouse stronghold will fall, and the second is whether he can capture me alive in the shortest time." Duke Eden said solemnly:

"Only by winning two bets at the same time can this battle be considered a victory. Otherwise, it will just be a costly draw - I explain it this way, do you understand?"

Matthias finally understood.

"You mean... Anson Bach won't kill you?"

"What's the point of killing me?" Victor Emmanuel asked coldly:

"Only the living Duke of Eden can stop the attack of the more than 10,000 Eden troops in the city and surrender. Otherwise, he went through all the trouble to cross half of the Green Valley, is it just for the sake of one more head among his trophies?"

"What's more, this is Green Valley, not Eagle Point City. Even if you pay a huge price to kill me and more than 10,000 Aiden soldiers, the greatest benefit will only be the Carinthians - obviously, that will never be Anson. ·What Bach wanted.”

"A Principality of Ayden that bows its head and admits its mistakes and obeys the arrangements is more in line with the interests of Anson Bach and the Kingdom of Clovis."

Having said this, Duke Eden couldn't help but sigh, with a trace of regret in his eyes.

Anson Bach was not dead, which was basically what he expected. After all, a commander with a heavy army and a cautious personality was not so easy to kill.

But what he never expected was that the other party would end the battle for the Green Valley in such an extreme way, and that he would actually lead a full infantry regiment across the entire Beicheng District, quietly touching his eyes. Only then did the target become exposed.

Anson Bach...how did he, a Clovis man, travel unimpeded in this strange city?

Is there a traitor in your own army? The local Carindia army collapsed? Or maybe there is a...spellcaster hidden beside him?

Of course, none of this matters now; having already put all the bets on it, the only thing he can hope for now is that the Aiden Army can break through the defense line of the warehouse stronghold as soon as possible, so that he can regain a little bit of the victory.

But no matter what the outcome is, he has lost the battle in the Green Valley. The only question left is how much he loses and how little he loses.

"Of course, if you insist on saying it, there is no way to make a comeback." Duke Eden suddenly said:

"Right now, Anson Bach should still be exchanging fire with the defenders on the city wall. If an elf caster can take advantage of the melee at this time, he can kill the deputy commander of the Southern Legion..."

The Duke with scorching eyes stared at Mattias meaningfully: "It is completely impossible to turn defeat into victory."

The elf messenger trembled:

"You mean...me?"

"Of course." Duke Aiden said quietly:

"Besides you, is there a second spell caster in this tent?"

Matias's cheeks twitched slightly when he heard this.

The tent, with the lights flickering on and off, fell into a silent silence.

"...It's just a joke."

Duke Ayden, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly showed a smile: "You and your elf spellcasters should evacuate quickly. Although there is only one small church in the Green Valley, there is a high probability that there will be no people from the trial, but Anson Bachna Maybe Bian will notice it and use it to blackmail us - please don't get me wrong, it's just a precaution."

Matthias could only nod slightly.

Although the Duke's tone was not polite, he was indeed telling the truth - given the situation the Storm Master is currently facing, once he is captured by the opponent, he is likely to become an important lever in the opponent's hands, threatening the Principality of Aiden and even the Thirteenth Council...that would really be more of a loss than a gain.

"What about you, Duke?"

"I?"

The smiling Duke Eden stood up calmly, straightened his collar, and looked outside the tent where the sound of gunfire gradually became sparse:

"I have to go meet the winner of the Green Valley who is about to capture me."

"The premise is that...his army has not been killed by the Aiden Legion."