I will be crowned king

After gently patting Lenore's shoulder who was in a daze, the satisfied little Leon left the tent and walked towards the trench outside.

Under the blue sky, the huge siege position was like layers of chains, trapping the Iron Bell Fort in the center like a giant iron pincer. One-third of the area was even directly exposed to the firepower of the Storm Division artillery position. scope.

Although for the Storm Division and the coalition forces, this battle was basically a must-win battle without any suspense, but as the supreme commander, Deputy Commander Anson Bach still insisted on building a siege position.

And not only the storm divisions need to be repaired, but the armies of Aiden and Thun must also be repaired, and they must follow the tradition of the storm divisions-actually the tradition of the levied army of Thunder Castle-high standards and strict requirements.

So Leon, who was standing on the trench at this moment, looked around and saw that the entire military camp had turned into a huge construction site. Shouts with different accents could be heard everywhere, and he could see people sweating like rain, struggling with pickaxes and hammers. Figures carrying soil.

As an officer from the Skirmisher Division, Anson actually didn't have much experience in repairing positions, but it didn't matter because he had a very experienced (and fearful of death) chief of staff.

Although the preparations were hasty and most of the soldiers had no experience in civil fortifications, with the efforts of Carl Bain, the nearly 20,000-strong Storm Division coalition still built a half-man-deep trench in less than two days, as intricate as a spider web. Traffic ditches, forward positions that can avoid fortress fire coverage, roadblocks and cross-fire nets that contain cavalry raids...

Looking at the figures sweating profusely on the battlefield, Leon Francois's eyes showed not only admiration, but also a hint of surprise.

For the Hantu people who had been in peace for many years, such large-scale and efficient civil fortifications were no longer just an understanding of war, but a "miraculous" feat.

Through "learning" with Anson during this period, Leon finally understood that it was not that the Clovis people were smarter than the Hantu people, but that there was a generational difference in the organization of the armies of the two sides - even under the same conditions, people with more The highly organized Clovis army was able to complete more complex tasks than the Hantu army, and building fortifications was just one of them.

And he also understood the reason why Anson Bach insisted on building siege positions on a large scale.

That is to use this method of collective mobilization to strengthen the organization and cohesion of the coalition forces, and to use the speed of building fortifications that can be called a "miraculous" to greatly shock the Grand Duke Mist and his followers in the city. It can be said that it was one fell swoop. get more.

As expected of Anson Bach, he easily accomplished something that he had never even thought of... Leon secretly admired him in his heart, admiring this "cousin" who was even more unbeatable.

And just when his thoughts were diverging, he accidentally caught a figure from the corner of his eye, carrying a hoe and passing in front of him; but this is not the key, the key is that the figure is also unusually petite, so that the hoe in his arms It seems even bigger...

"Lisa?"

Leon's exclamation made the girl stop and turn her head with big round eyes, biting a piece of bacon with two small tiger teeth exposed on the side of her mouth.

"Why are you here...I mean...where's Anson?"

Looking at the hoe in the girl's arms, the dirty face and the dusty military uniform, Leon's expression immediately changed from stunned to sad.

In order to unite the soldiers of the coalition forces, Anson even let his cute and weak sister, who was not as tall as a rifle, participate in the construction of fortifications!

Anson Bach, how many unknown sacrifices did he make for Hantu?

Thinking of this, Leon's inner emotions escalated to a higher level at this moment.

"Anson was in that big tent, watching other people arguing with Grandpa Whitebeard."

Lisa pointed in the direction behind him and whispered, her eyes widened and she carefully observed his reaction - in the girl's impression, this guy named Leon was always a bit...well, clumsy.

Anson said that the weak should be taken care of, so Lisa should be more careful and not say anything that Leon might not understand... the girl secretly thought in her heart.

Grandpa Whitebeard? Ruco Visenya—the Mist heir?

Leon was stunned for three seconds before he understood who Lisa was talking about. Then he looked at Lisa with a dirty face in front of him, and a succession of pictures immediately appeared in his mind:

In the dimly lit conference room, the gloomy-looking Anson Bach was holding a cigarette...wait, he doesn't smoke a pipe - a cigarette, and he sat at the end of the long table.

Beside him, the red-faced officers and Hantu nobles were still quarreling over their interests, competing for the spoils of a mere dozen gold coins; no matter how hoarse he shouted, no one was willing to listen to his vision for the future of Hantu. A vision for peace and unity.

So he fell silent and allowed Ruco Visenya and Fabian - for some reason, Leon always felt that this guy didn't look like a good person either - shouting in front of him.

He raised his head without saying a word, looking through the quarreling crowd in front of him, through the curtains of the tents, through the ravines and trenches... silently watching the back of someone on whom he had placed infinite hope...

"ah!"

Leon was suddenly shocked, and his whole body seemed to be hit by a thunderbolt falling from the sky, penetrating from the top of his head to the soles of his feet!

Then he came back to his senses, and his sharp eyes suddenly glanced at the girl in front of him.

"Lisa!"

"well?!"

The frightened girl couldn't help but take a step back, looking at Leon who seemed to be even more stupid than before. She carefully held the wooden handle of the hoe in her arms, wondering if she should give him a try.

Mrs. Bogner said that when a person's brain becomes stupid, it is like a machine that occasionally doesn't work very well.

But fortunately or unfortunately, Leon's head didn't seem to have reached that point yet; he squatted down and looked at Lisa excitedly: "Let's dig a trench together!"

"Together?"

Lisa's eyes widened.

"Yes, together!" Leon nodded vigorously:

"I figured it out - if you want to unify the land, it's not enough to be a bystander, a leader or a noble! You have to start from the most basic things, so that you can understand how peace comes. Not easy!”

"Well……"

Lisa, who couldn't understand what he was thinking at all, was stunned for more than ten seconds, looked at the hoe in her arms, and then at Leon who wanted to drink fake wine, and then...

"This hoe is a gift from Anson to Lisa." Lisa said slowly:

"Lisa can't give it to you unless..."

"I know, I don't want your hoe, I mean..."

"Unless you exchange it for yellow peach cake!"

……………………

Meanwhile, the quarrel in the conference room continued.

After three days of "long waiting", the smug Ruco Visenya once again lost his extremely fragile patience, and in an attitude completely unlike a seventy-year-old man, he excitedly proposed the offensive iron Bellburg’s “advice”.

As expected, this "suggestion" was unanimously opposed by all the officers except the Mysterians.

Just kidding, how many troops does your Mist have? There are only a few thousand. Once an attack is launched, we Clovis people are not required to mobilize.

Even if it is not used, do we need to provide artillery support, do we need spare ammunition, do we still need to send a medical team to treat the wounded - are these free of charge?

Since we can win by siege and Tiezhong Fort is already within our grasp, why should we risk our lives and spend a lot of unnecessary expenses? Our pockets are not very rich either!

As for the Tuen and Ayden people... they originally participated in the war as servants. Let alone siege battles, they had no interest in even a must-win battle, and they had no intention of "devoting their lives to the great cause of unifying the land."

But for Ruko Visenya, the "future Grand Duke of Mist", it is also important to him whether he can be crowned as soon as possible - the two Dukes of Aiden and Thun have defeated Mist on the east and west battlefields respectively. Special rebels, if they continue to delay, their army will sweep across the entire territory of Mist!

By then, not only will he definitely not have the chance to recruit the rebels, but the once powerful Grand Duchy of Mist will be devastated by a hundred thousand troops. The weak ones will even need to rely on the two principalities for their breath.

Therefore, no matter how many times he was rejected, the white-haired Ruco Visenya had to stand up and make requests to Anson Bach again and again. Without giving his father time to think, he immediately launched an attack on Iron Bell Castle. End the Mist Civil War.

"Allow me to say it again, this is impossible."

The former Guards officer who was smiling but not smiling once again "gently" interrupted the seventy-year-old man's impassioned speech, and said unhurriedly:

"This has nothing to do with what we think. The key is that what we want is not just to win a battle, but to end the entire Hantu War; this means that it is useless to just defeat the enemy, we need to let them themselves You have to be able to understand the situation clearly - otherwise the battle of Iron Bell Castle will be meaningless."

"But it's pointless to wait any longer, Mr. Fabian!"

Luko, who had a gray beard, stared with bloodshot eyes and growled: "My father is not the gentleman you imagined, nor is he a noble knight who can frankly cheer for his opponent's victory!"

"On the contrary, he is a despicable villain, a bastard who cannot afford to lose, and a hypocritical heretic! On the surface, he pretends to be an extremely pious Circle of Order believer. In fact, I have seen him secretly in his study more than once. Study the stuff of the Three Old Gods!”

"Is he an old god heretic?"

The corners of Fabian's eyes twitched, and his gaze glanced over Anson intentionally or unintentionally, but he quickly returned to normal: "This is a very serious accusation. Do you have any evidence?"

"Catch him, or attack the Iron Bell Fort. I can give you as much evidence as you want!" The old man's beard was trembling:

"No one in the history of the Visenya family has lived to be eighty years old. He is already eighty-seven this year. This is irrefutable proof!"

"Sorry, this can only mean that your father lived longer." Fabian said seriously:

"Your Excellency, we are all devout believers in the Ring of Order. We should not be so superstitious. We must believe in science."

"Then send that old immortal to heaven and let the Ring of Order tell him what science is!"

"Allow me to remind you once again that he is your father."

"He is a devil! For the sake of the great Circle of Order, I will gladly kill him with my own hands!"

"I am touched by your piety, but that will really seriously damage your legitimacy in the Grand Duchy of Mist." Fabian advised sincerely:

"It would be more beneficial for your future rule in Mist to let him surrender voluntarily."

"But unless you strangle this old immortal to death, I have nothing to rule!" The old man roared hysterically, and a pair of eyes that seemed to want to choose and devour people suddenly swung at Anson:

"Listen! Dear Deputy Commander, I am very grateful for your help. I am really grateful! So now if you are willing to send troops, I can tell you where the secret cemetery of the Visenya family is!"

"Sir, I think..."

Fabian still wanted to stop him, but this time the old man didn't give him another chance: "There are at least twenty heads of the Visenya family buried there - according to family tradition, each coffin contains the remains of that generation of heads of the family. One third of the wealth!”

"Capture Iron Bell Castle for me, they are all yours!"

The conference room fell silent instantly.

Fabian, who wanted to stop the old man just a second ago, opened his mouth half-open, and like everyone else, his eyes silently turned to the Deputy Commander.

Sitting at the end of the long table, Anson Bach lowered his head, supported his chin with his hands on the table, and smoked a cigarette with a rare cigarette in the corner of his mouth. No one could guess what he was thinking.

Only Karl on the side looked at him thoughtfully, vaguely remembering something, and there was some bad premonition in his slightly frowned brow.

The dead silence lasted for a minute. The silent Ansen suddenly raised his head to meet the old man's eyes and took the cigarette from the corner of his mouth:

"good."

Um? !

Not only Ruco Visenya, but everyone in the room was shocked.

"Deputy Commander, will this..."

"Tomorrow morning, we will launch a general attack on Tiezhong Fort." Anson directly intercepted Fabian who wanted to say something else:

"Before evening, I want to see Clovis's king's flag planted on the top of the tower on the outer city wall!"

"But...ugh?!"

Before Fabian could try to persuade Anson to take back his life, he heard a strange scream suddenly coming from beside him, followed by a "bang!", the excited Ruco Visenya suddenly fell straight up. On the ground, his rickety body began to twitch violently, his eyes turned white, and foam came out of the corners of his mouth.

Then the whole room fell silent again.

"What's wrong with him?" Anson was stunned.

"I don't know." Fabian was also shocked:

"Maybe you're too happy?"

"Too happy?"

"Yes, it's just that people tend to lose their minds when they're excited, and besides, he's not too young, so..."

Before he could finish speaking, Karl stood up suddenly, picked up the baton on the table and hit each of them on the head:

"Is this the point?! If this old guy dies, what reason do you have for taking the Iron Bell Fort - why don't you call the military doctor?!"

The shocked people suddenly realized what was going on, and then rushed out of the conference room in a noisy manner and dispersed like birds and beasts.