I will be crowned king

"Damn it, what kind of fight is this?!"

A hoarse roar echoed in the silent command headquarters.

In front of the huge map table, the staff officers and knights who were busy and discussing just a second ago immediately fell into silence. They were so scared that they didn't even dare to speak out. They cautiously looked at the old man sitting in the armchair.

He has recently celebrated his eighty-first birthday. Although he still feels as energetic as he did when he was fifty, his originally golden hair, as thick as a lion's mane, has become so sparse that it can't even be completely covered. It was difficult to hold the head; a few thin strands could not block the dry, wrinkled and droopy face.

At this moment, he was sitting in an armchair with extreme anger, blushing and roaring hysterically at the poor messenger; his short stature and years of overeating made him look like he was wrapped in a gorgeous military uniform. The wine barrel is jumping up and down, which is extremely funny.

But... no one could laugh.

Because Caspar Hered is not a name that makes people laugh.

For many young people today, the forty-seventh year of the Apostolic Calendar is a symbolic year - as if the divided church was reunited in that year, and the entire world of order ushered in a long and prosperous peace. .

And that was just an illusion, a beautiful longing; the cruel fact is that the war was never extinguished, it was just dispersed; without the church, the biggest enemy, countries that could still be united immediately fell apart, for each other's sake. Interests continue to provoke war.

Caspar Hered was one of the witnesses.

Born in the 19th year of the Saint's Calendar, he participated in the righteous battle "against the hegemony of the Church of Order" and witnessed the fall of Saint Isaac; he also participated in countless confrontations in what today's young people refer to as the "peaceful era". Internal repression and external war.

Although he has never been reused because he is not a talented person, he still enjoys a very special status in the empire's army because he is from the royal family and has extremely high qualifications, basically on par with the empire's marshal.

But status and being reused are different after all, so when the current emperor—probably Caspar’s grandnephew in terms of seniority—appointed him as the “Commander of the Vast Earth Expeditionary Force” and appointed him with full authority, he would be with him for the rest of his life. As someone else's second-in-command, he burst into tears on the spot and almost flew into the sky on his 81st birthday.

Then... he discovered that this war was "a little bit" different from what he imagined.

"Hantu has been fighting to the death for several months, but our combat plan and logistics deployment are still based on the situation in March! More than 20,000 people squatted motionless at the gate of the Principality of Ayden, waiting for the other side to surrender. !More than 6,000 people didn’t even understand the situation, so they dared to land directly at Carindia Port and jump into the enemy’s encirclement!”

The old man stood up suddenly and smashed a hole on the table with his gun with a "Bang!" sound, making the orderly tremble with fright:

"Tell me! Why wasn't the staff officer who made such a death plan been shot?!"

"I..." The messenger swallowed, his body trembling uncontrollably.

"What did you say?!"

"Neither do I……"

"Speak louder, I can't hear you! His voice is so small, is he qualified to serve as a messenger?!"

"I also……"

"roll!"

Amidst the hysterical roars, the messenger who was covered in cold sweat was frightened as if he had been granted amnesty. His trembling legs seemed to have been equipped with a high-power steam core, and he rushed out of the gate of the headquarters like a madman.

"Just a messenger."

A middle-aged man wearing a cuirassier uniform walked up behind the old man, slowly squatted down, and picked up the plan that had been thrown on the ground:

"The plan does not match the actual situation... This kind of thing has happened not once or twice. Why are you angry, Lord Casper?"

"Because these idiots will never learn, and sooner or later we will be killed by them!" The old man snorted coldly: "Bernard, what do you think?"

"Obviously, we are late." Deputy Commander Bernard Morweis nodded slightly and paid tribute to the veteran in front of him:

"The Clovis people have completely taken control of the situation... Their speed and efficiency are beyond imagination. In just a few months, they have almost transformed the entire land from fragments into a whole, so that our The staff and officers did not realize that the situation had changed drastically."

"oh?"

The old man glanced at him in surprise, his expression like a beast waking up from a deep sleep: "You mean..."

"It's possible that the Elf Kingdom of Yser is just a pretense." Bernard put his hands behind his back, his upright posture like a knight's sword:

"From the beginning, Clovis's real goal was Hantu - although it was separated from the Morning Mountains, Hantu had fertile land, a dense population and abundant agricultural products. It was also connected to the empire and had an outlet to the south. Haikou.”

"It is certainly not easy to conquer this kind of 'neighbor', but if we can win over them and become reliable allies, it will be a perfect breakthrough point for Clovis who is currently struggling to maintain the front line; even if there is any eventuality, as long as we still occupy the Eagle Corner City, Clovis does not need to worry about threats from the south."

"With the important channel of Hantu cut off, the Elf Kingdom of Yser will completely lose the support of the empire; it is only a matter of time before it is annexed by Clovis, and there is no need for them to rush."

"So you think this is Clovis's conspiracy?" Casper looked at the plan report that he had crumpled into a ball:

"Send a guy with no hair on his head to unify the entire land?"

Bernard was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

Indeed, it would be too magical for a little-known young officer to shoulder such an important mission... Although there are many whimsical fools in Clovis' upper echelons, they are not so stupid.

"There must be a conspiracy, otherwise the fragmented Hantu would not suddenly decide to establish a kingdom just because someone raised his arms!" Casper said with a gloomy expression:

"It doesn't matter whose conspiracy it is, because no matter who it is, he has already allowed this piece of shit to be thrown into the wastebasket. We must re-formulate the battle plan - pass the order!"

After saying that, he crumpled the plan into a ball again and smashed it on the map table.

The frightened people stood up one after another. In the silence, a young knight holding a notepad was pushed out and staggered to the old man.

"First! Give an order to the advance army stationed at Carindia Port to control the city and build solid defenses, defeat the Hantu army in the Green Valley, and open up the road from Carindia to Hantu as soon as possible!" Casper said lowly roared:

"Second! Give the fleet an order to complete the second landing as quickly as possible, harass the defenders of Aiden, assist the defenders of Carindia Port to complete the breakthrough, and after the two armies merge, immediately advance and storm the Principality of Aiden!"

"Third! Send people to persuade the Ayden Fortress to surrender. The expeditionary force will advance across the board and prepare to attack the city - capture the fortress within three days!"

"Fourth! Send the order to the baggage troops, gather all the artillery of the army on me, and show a fireworks show to the Hantu people who are defending the fortress. Do you hear me clearly?!"

A roar like thunder echoed within the command headquarters.

"Listen clearly!"

The young knight who responded loudly was covered in cold sweat and looked trembling as if he was about to faint.

"Then take action immediately! Action, do you understand?!"

"I understand!" The knight trembled all over.

"very good!"

The old man pressed his shoulders with a "Boom!" and held on to his collar to prevent the knight who had awakened the power of blood from collapsing to the ground:

"Now that you understand, then give me four more orders - first! Find out the total strength of the Clovis and Hantu people!"

"Second! Find out their general distribution location and whether there are fortifications everywhere!"

"Third! Confirm their firepower configuration and logistics routes, as well as the proportions of artillery, cavalry and infantry!"

"Fourth! Send the above information and order reply to me within a week!"

Casper, who was glaring angrily, stretched out four short, thick fingers at the knight and threw them on his face with a "Pah! Pah!":

"Can it be done?!"

"It can be done!"

The young knight, whose legs were paralyzed, turned around and rushed out of the gate with a cry.

Deputy Commander Bernard, who had his hands behind his back, watched all this quietly and shook his head silently.

And when the grumpy old man turned around, his bloodshot eyes instantly calmed down, leaving only the murderous intent that penetrated into the bone marrow, and the coldness before the ferocious beast pounced on its prey.

Bernard, who was not surprised by this, nodded slightly, pondered for a few seconds and then softly said:

"Are you planning to organize a large-scale battle?"

"Since there is going to be a war, there must be more people to make it more lively." Casper showed a cruel smile, which looked particularly ferocious on his wrinkled old face:

"Whether it is a conspiracy or not, the Clovis people have succeeded now; but even if they have a king and a different flag, this does not mean that the originally stinky Hantu army can become stronger in the blink of an eye. ”

"They are probably quite proud now. They feel that they can keep warm by hugging each other, and they can declare war on the empire... Okay, very good. Since they dare to declare war, we will give the new king a face."

"They have just finished the civil war, and the troops are concentrated in the Mist area; if we can capture the fortress within three days, the new king and his 'vast army' should arrive in Ayden in a week at the latest."

Bernard frowned: "Will he come?"

"It will come, it must!" Casper said with great certainty:

"No king can lose his territory and still keep his crown - especially those new kings who have just ascended the throne and have an unstable foothold; even if they know that they are going to die, they must go to hell calmly."

"Because only strong enemies and victory can keep their crown." Bernard agreed, but still had objections:

"But this is Hantu after all... The empire has the most elite army, but that Claude I can still easily organize an army several times our number; for a battle of this scale, the number of people is also a huge advantage."

"Then we turn their advantages into disadvantages."

Casper's ferocious old face smiled even more "brightly": "How many troops does Hantu have now?"

"Uh..." Bernard glanced at the report in his hand:

"About 150,000 people."

"One hundred and fifty thousand... Even if Claude I can bring an army of one hundred thousand to kill him, how long will his supply line be, and how much baggage can his army carry?"

Pushing aside the trembling people, the old man walked to the map table, picked up an imperial flag, and moved it from Carindia Port to Iron Bell Castle:

"Their troops set off from Iron Bell Fort, a legion of 100,000 people, and the materials collected are very large. They must have a distribution center; apart from Iron Bell Fort, they will not have a second choice."

"So if we capture Tiezhong Fort, burn all the Hantu people's supply warehouse, and then split Hantu into two...how long can these 100,000 people hold on, one day or two days?"

The headquarters was instantly quiet, so quiet that there was no sound of breathing.

The staff officers and knights who were fearful just a second ago seemed to have turned into immovable plaster sculptures at this moment, staring at the iris flag inserted on the map table at the location of the Iron Bell Castle.

The originally simple map was given an extremely vivid life by this grumpy old man at this moment; and it was tens of thousands of lives, wailing and screaming in the midst of hunger and massacre.

The only "thing" that was still moving in the dead-silent hall was Caspar Hered's eyes that revealed a hint of madness.

"Anything else to say?"

"well?"

Bernard quickly recovered from his shock and said slowly: "Your blood relative, my wife's brother Arthur Herred, gave me a piece of information about Officer Clovis. He said he might be able to help you." Offer some help.”

"Arthur, that famous dragon roar?" The old man was stunned for a moment, frowned and asked, "Is the other party an acquaintance of his?"

"No, but he found the heir of Grand Duke Adlan, Louis Bernard, to be his deputy commander." Bernard explained:

"He served as an army instructor for the Yser Elf Kingdom, and was also appointed as the commander of the Yser Guards Corps, and fought against this Clovis army."

"Oh, that's right."

Casper suddenly understood, and stared at Bernard with his dim eyes: "You can't bring out such important information for no reason, right?"

"...He applied to join the Second Infantry Division that crossed the Dawn Mountains." Bernard sighed, feeling helpless towards this relative:

"If not, we should at least mobilize the logistics and enter the combat order of the front-line troops."

"This is no problem, I approve it!"

The old man waved his hand: "It is absolutely impossible to join the Second Infantry Division. Put them into my direct guard. That Louis Bernard gave him the title of staff officer and asked him to provide all the intelligence, including the previous battle in Eagle Point City. All my energy is at your disposal."

"As you command!"

Bernard, who got the mission, didn't stop for a moment. Like the two people before him, he left the command center as quickly as possible.

In the hall behind him, the old man's thunderous curses echoed over and over again.

"Now...who the hell can tell me where our fleet is?!"